Lets Talk About Sex 3

18-year-old James "Jay" Thorne sighed as he arrived home on Friday afternoon.

It had been a rough day. He had nearly missed the bus, having to run over a block to catch it at the next stop.

Jay, usually an adept student, found he was falling behind in several classes. He didn't know what to do or even what had him in this funk.

In homeroom, he had failed to answer a single question correctly. In second period, he had been in a daze, unable to even focus on the teacher's word.

As he flopped down on the couch, he sighed, checking his phone and as usual, he saw no messages. Tossing it aside, he lay his head back and tried to shut it all out.

"Jay..." he soon heard his mother call, "Jay, is that you?"

"Yes Mom," he replied, his mother emerging from the kitchen, drying her hands with a warm smile on her face.

"Hi baby," she said, "how was school?"

He shrugged. "It was alright. Nothing special."

He excused himself to go do some homework and practically ran upstairs.

Rebecca "Becky" Thorne sighed as her son again had managed to evade any meaningful conversation.

It wasn't easy raising him, Jay the effect of a night with her now ex-husband during her senior year in high school.

Her boyfriend at the time married her shortly after she discovered she was pregnant, more out of a sense of duty than any real love for her or the child he had made.

Obviously, the marriage didn't last long, her marriage deeply immersed in infidelity. Finally with Jay was just short of his 5th birthday, Becky filed for divorce.

Becky had always been a knockout. Her voluptuous figure had the kind of curves that turned heads and started whispers. Despite the heartache of her past, she had always managed to keep a positive attitude, maintaining her beauty with meticulous care.

Her long, golden hair cascading over her ample bosom, Becky looked more like a glamorous aunt than a tired mother. She had noticed her son's eyes lingering on her more than once, but she had always brushed it off, assuming it was just the innocent curiosity of a young boy growing into a man.

But today, something was different. The way Jay had looked at her when she asked about his day, the sadness in his eyes, it pierced her heart. She knew she had to help him, to make him feel better somehow.

Becky took a deep breath and made a decision. She would sit with Jay and have a real talk, a mother-to-son heart-to-heart about life, love, and the things that really mattered.

As she approached his room, she heard the faint murmur of a video playing. Peeking in, she saw him, lost in a world of pixels, playing some game on his computer. She knocked lightly on the doorframe.

"Hey Jay, can I come in?" she asked, her voice soft, almost tentative.

He looked up, surprised. "Sure Mom," he mumbled, pausing the game and moving aside to give her space.

She sat down next to him, her perfume filling the room, a subtle scent of vanilla and jasmine. She took his hand gently. "What's going on, sweetheart?"

Jay looked away, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. "It's just school, Mom. It's nothing," he said, trying to play it off.

"It's okay to talk to me, Jay. You know that, right?" Becky said, her eyes filled with concern.

He nodded, but the silence grew heavy, like a thick blanket over them, until finally, Jay spoke again. "It's just that everyone else seems to have it all figured out, you know? Girls, friends, parties... and here I am, just playing games and reading comics all the time."

Becky's heart broke a little more. She knew he was lonely, she just hadn't realized how much it was affecting him.

"You know, Jay, everyone's path is different. And sometimes, things come to you in unexpected ways. Maybe it's not about having it all figured out right now, but about discovering it as you go along."

He turned to look at her, his eyes searching hers. "What do you mean?"

Her heart racing, Becky decided to take a leap of faith. "Well, Jay, I know you're growing up, and I think it's time we... had the talk about..."

A look of mixed confusion and concern passed his face.

"Let's talk about sex," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jay's eyes widened. "What? Mom, no, I--I don't need to know about that!"

"I know you're probably embarrassed, but it's important. You're becoming a man, and there are things you need to understand. And who better to teach you than your own mother?"

The room was silent as the gravity of the conversation settled between them. Jay felt his stomach churn with a mix of fear and excitement. This was definitely not what he had expected when she sat down next to him.

Becky leaned in closer, her warm breath caressing his cheek. "You remember when you were 12, you found those magazines under my bed? You know, the ones with the... pictures?"

Jay's face turned crimson. "M-Mom!"

"It's okay, Jay. It's natural to be curious. But I want you to understand that there's more to it than just... that. There's love, and intimacy, and respect. And I want you to experience those things, not just... masturbate to images that don't do the real thing justice," she said, her voice low and soothing.

The words hung in the air, and Jay felt his heart race, his palms sweating. He had never had a conversation like this with anyone, let alone his own mother. But there was something about the way she talked, something that made him feel less alone.

"But how do I even start to understand that, Mom?" Jay asked, his voice trembling slightly. Becky took a deep breath, her heart racing with the anticipation of crossing a line that could never be uncrossed.

"Well, Jay, it's all about feeling comfortable with your own body first. And then, when you're ready, finding someone who makes you feel good about yourself, someone who respects you and loves you for who you are," Becky replied, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the curiosity in them, the desperation to know more.

Jay swallowed hard, his eyes darting to her chest and back up to her face. "But, I don't know anything about... about that kind of stuff. I've never even been kissed!"

Becky's eyes softened as she reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, gently turning his face towards hers. "You know, sweetheart, sometimes the best way to learn is through experience. And I'm here to help you, every step of the way," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet.

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his, a soft, tender kiss that seemed to melt away his fear and embarrassment. Jay's eyes went wide, and his body stiffened, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his hands coming up to rest tentatively on her hips.

Becky felt a thrill run through her as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips before sliding inside to dance with his. Jay's response was clumsy, but earnest, and she couldn't help but be moved by his innocence.

Her hand slid up to the back of his head, cradling it as she guided him, showing him how to kiss a woman, how to make love. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and she felt his hardness against her thigh.

With a gasp, Becky pulled back, breaking the kiss. She looked into Jay's eyes, which were glazed over with passion and confusion. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. And if you ever have questions or need anything, you can always come to me," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Jay nodded, his breathing ragged. "Mom, I... I don't know what to say," he managed.

"You don't have to say anything, baby. Just remember, this is a journey we're on together, okay?" she whispered, her hand stroking his cheek.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of whispered conversations and gentle touches. Becky knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't help but feel that she was doing the right thing. Jay needed someone to guide him, to show him the beauty of intimacy, and who better than the woman who had loved him since the moment he was born?

As the night grew later, Becky led Jay to her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was about to give him a gift that no one else could, an education in love and passion that would shape him into the man he was meant to be.

The bed was soft and inviting, the dim light from the hallway casting shadows across the room. Becky took a deep breath and began to undress, her clothes falling away like petals from a flower. Jay watched, his eyes wide, his body responding to the sight of his mother's naked form.

"Mom, are we...?" he began, his voice trailing off.

"Yes, Jay. We're going to explore each other, learn together. And it's going to be beautiful, I promise you," Becky said, her voice soothing, her eyes full of love and lust.

As she climbed into the bed, Jay followed, his heart racing. He had never felt more nervous or more alive than he did in that moment. Becky pulled him closer, her naked body pressing against his, and began to show him the art of lovemaking, a dance that would bond them forever.

"Let's start with the basics, Jay. Sex isn't just about putting two body parts together. It's about understanding the other person's desires, their needs, and their boundaries," Becky whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Her hands roamed his body, tracing the contours of his muscles, exploring every inch of his skin. She pointed out the different parts of his body, explaining what each part did and how it responded to pleasure. Jay's eyes grew wide as she touched him, his breaths shallow and uneven.

"These are your testicles, baby. They produce the sperm that makes you a man. And this is your penis," Becky said, her voice a sweet, melodic hum in the quiet room. She took him in her hand, demonstrating the gentle strokes that could bring him to climax.

Jay's body responded, his manhood swelling under her touch. He watched in awe as Becky touched herself, showing him the intricacies of a woman's anatomy. She pointed to her clitoris, the tiny nub hidden beneath her soft folds.

"This is where a woman finds her pleasure. It's important to be gentle, but firm. To listen to her body and know when she's ready," she instructed, her own breathing growing ragged as she touched herself.

He watched, transfixed, as she demonstrated the delicate balance between pain and pleasure, showing him the power of a soft kiss versus a firm caress. Becky's eyes never left his, ensuring that he understood the gravity of what she was sharing with him.

The tension grew, a palpable heat that filled the room. They lay there, exploring each other, learning the rhythms and responses that would soon become second nature. Her hand sliding down his chest, his fingers tracing the swell of her breasts, their breaths mingling in the darkness.

Becky took his hand and placed it between her legs, guiding his fingers to the wetness that awaited him. "Feel how my body responds to you, Jay. This is what it feels like when a woman wants you," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

He touched her tentatively at first, and then with growing confidence as she gasped and arched into his touch. Her wetness coated his fingers, and he felt a primal urge to claim her, to make her his. But he knew this was a sacred moment, one of learning and growth.

For hours, they lay there, exploring, asking questions, and sharing in the intimate knowledge that would shape their relationship forever. The lesson wasn't just about sex, but about love and connection, about the power of two bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself.

Finally, as the night grew late, Becky pulled him closer, her hand stroking his hair. "We'll take this slow, Jay. But I want you to know that you're ready for this. Your body is telling you that you're ready, and I'm here to make sure you understand every part of it," she whispered.

Jay's heart was full, his mind racing with the newfound knowledge. He looked into his mother's eyes and felt a love that transcended the boundaries of familial ties, a love that was raw and consuming.

They didn't have sex that night. Instead, they shared a connection that was more profound than any physical act could ever be. Becky had given Jay a gift that no textbook or internet search could ever provide: the truth about sex and the beauty of shared passion.

The air in the room grew thick with anticipation as Becky's hand slid down to grip his hardened shaft. She began to move her hand in slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes never leaving his. Jay's hips bucked involuntarily, a moan escaping his lips as pleasure shot through him.

"You see, baby? This is what it feels like. And when you're with someone, you want to make sure they feel this good too," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Their breathing grew ragged as she continued to stroke him, her other hand cupping his testicles with just the right amount of pressure. Jay felt his orgasm building, a crescendo that seemed to fill his entire being.

"Mom, I think I'm gonna... I don't know what to do!" he gasped.

"That's it, Jay. Just let it happen. It's a beautiful thing, your body's response to pleasure. It's okay," Becky assured him, her voice soothing like a warm summer breeze.

With a cry, Jay came, the warmth of his seed coating Becky's hand as she milked him gently, guiding him through the intense waves of pleasure. His body trembled with the release, and he collapsed back onto the bed, panting.

Becky leaned in, kissing his forehead sweetly. "Good job, baby. That's just the beginning," she said, her hand still wrapped around him, her thumb tenderly stroking the sensitive skin beneath his shaft.

Jay's eyes were glazed over, his mind trying to process the new sensations that had just overtaken him. He looked up at his mother, her naked body a vision of beauty and wisdom, and felt a deep sense of gratitude and love.

"Now, let me show you how to make a woman feel good, Jay. Watch closely, because this is where the real magic happens," Becky whispered, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she moved over him.

Her soft, wet folds slid against his thigh, and he felt the heat radiating from her core. She parted her legs, showing him the pink, glistening entrance that he had only ever seen in his fantasies.

"This is my vagina, Jay. It's where babies come from, but it's also where a woman feels pleasure. It's important to treat it with care and respect," she said, her voice a gentle purr.

Her hand moved away from his now-sensitive shaft and began to explore her own body, her fingers dancing over her clit, making slow, circular motions that had her gasping. Jay's eyes were glued to the show, his heart racing as he watched the woman he had always loved, now in a whole new light.

Becky's breath grew heavier, her hips moving in time with her hand. "Feel how my body responds to pleasure. This is what you'll want to make your partner feel, Jay. The way my skin flushes, my breath quickens... it's all part of it," she explained, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.

Jay reached out tentatively, his hand shaking as he touched her. Her skin was hot to the touch, her muscles quivering under his fingertips. He mimicked her movements, feeling the slickness of her arousal and the way she reacted to his touch.

"Mom, I... I think I'm ready to try more," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

Becky looked into his eyes, her own desire reflected back at her. She knew that this was a pivotal moment in their relationship, one that could never be taken back. But the love she felt for her son, the need to guide him through this tumultuous part of his life, was stronger than any fear or doubt.

"Okay, baby. Let's take it slow. But remember, this is about more than just the physical act. It's about the connection, the love, and the respect between two people," she whispered, her hand sliding down to cup his cheek.

Over the next few days, Becky taught Jay the intricacies of the human body, the delicate dance of seduction, and the art of bringing pleasure to another person. They talked openly about school, friends, and life, but always found themselves circling back to the topic of sex. Each lesson grew more intimate, each touch more deliberate.

One evening, after a particularly long and exhausting day, Becky decided it was time for a new lesson. She had Jay sit in a chair, his heart racing as she knelt before him, her voluptuous breasts threatening to spill from her flimsy lingerie.

"You've learned about the basics, Jay. Now, I want to show you the importance of oral pleasure. It's an essential part of making a woman feel cherished and desired," she said, her voice a silken caress that sent shivers down his spine.

With trembling hands, Becky began to undo his pants, her eyes never leaving his. She pulled his boxers down, revealing his now-throbbing manhood. She took him in her mouth, her warm, wet embrace causing Jay to gasp with pleasure.

"Mom, what are you... oh god!" he exclaimed, his eyes rolling back in his head. Becky's movements grew bolder, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock before taking him in deeper. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and love that seemed to fill his entire being.

"You see, baby, it's all about patience and understanding. You have to listen to her body, feel her responses, and give her what she needs," Becky murmured, her voice muffled around his shaft.

Jay watched, his hand tangled in her hair as she worked him, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. The sight of his mother, this woman he had known his whole life, performing such an intimate act on him was almost too much to bear.

As Becky felt him swell in her mouth, she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Remember, Jay, it's about her pleasure too. Always make sure she's ready, always make sure she's enjoying it," she instructed, her voice hoarse with her own desire.

The days turned into nights of exploration, each moment building upon the last. Becky taught Jay the art of kissing, the way to make a woman's body sing with a simple touch. She showed him how to caress a woman's breasts, to tease her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

They discussed pornography and its place in their burgeoning relationship. Becky explained the importance of consent and communication, that the fantasies they saw on screen were not always reality. "Use it as a guide, Jay, but never let it replace the connection you have with your partner," she advised.

Through it all, Jay felt a transformation within himself. He grew more confident, more assured, and less lost in the world around him. Becky watched with pride as her son became a man, and she knew that she had given him a gift that would last a lifetime.

One night, as they lay tangled together, Becky whispered, "Jay, I love you so much. You're ready for more than I can give you here. But always remember, I'm your mother, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Jay nodded, his heart swelling with a mix of love and lust. "I know, Mom. And I'll always cherish this time with you," he said, his voice thick with manliness.

Becky sat up, her breasts swaying gently in the dim light. She took his hand and led him to the computer on her bedside table. "But there's so much more to explore, Jay. You know, I've been thinking... maybe it's time you learned about the different tastes out there. The internet is a vast sea of knowledge, especially when it comes to sex. It's like a buffet of desires and fantasies, but you need to know what you like before you dive in," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard, pulling up a browser window. Jay leaned in, his curiosity piqued as she typed in the URL of a well-known porn website. "Now, this is one of the safest and most respectful places to start. It's all about finding what you're into without getting overwhelmed or stumbling upon something you're not ready for," she explained, clicking through various categories with ease.