I pulled into the driveway only to see the form of my mother standing on the front porch waiting for me to come home. She looked angry and her arms were folded across her chest, I did not want to go inside. She must have already heard how my date with the daughter of my mother's best friend had gone.
As I got out of the car I could hear the front door slam shut and I went into the backdoor. I wanted to try to get to the stairs and get to the sanctuary of my room as quickly as possible.
"Robert!" my mother said loudly, stopping me cold in my tracks.
"Yes mom." I said.
"Can you please come in here, your father and I want to talk to you about what happened tonight on your date with Carolyn." She said.
"Okay." I replied worried at how this was going to go.
"Sit down boy." My father said in his usual commanding tone when he was mad.
"Honey, I'm glad you like Carolyn, her mother and I thought you would make a cute couple, but what happened on your date tonight is so unlike you." My mother explained.
"I'm sorry she just got me worked up, I thought she was as worked up as I was." I said trying feebly to defend myself.
"Well this is uncomfortable to say but she enjoyed the date up to a certain point, she was not ready to go as far as you wanted and the way you did things with your mouth and hands were rough on her." My mother explained.
"Son you were rough with the way you touched her and it upset her, when you take a young lady out even if it leads further you need to be gentle and more respectful." My father said to me. "And if she does not want to go further, you should not give her an attitude, apparently you treated her poorly after she said no."
"Robert why don't you go up to bed and we will come up with a punishment or something, you knows Stan he is eighteen." My mother said.
"I know." He groaned as I ran upstairs.
I lay in my bed for almost an hour; I could hear my parents talking downstairs the whole time. Then they came upstairs and went to their room, almost a half an hour later my mother knocked on my door.
"Come in." I said.
"Oh good you are awake." My mom said coming into my room and sitting at the end of my bed. "Son are you experienced with dating, through high school your father and I don't remember you dating much?"
"No not really." I replied.
"Well we will talk about this more in the morning, maybe we can come up with a solution to your inexperience." She said getting up off the bed and kissing me on the forehead.
I had a hard time sleeping that night and ended up getting up late; after I showered and got dressed I did my normal Saturday morning routine. I gathered up all of my dirty laundry and stripped the sheets from the bed put them in the basket and carried them down to the laundry area in the basement.
When I got back up I found my mother standing in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee, she was dressed but not like she usually was on a Saturday. Today she had on a tight button up white blouse that gave a hint of her deep cleavage of her large breasts. She was also wearing a tight pair of beige dress slacks that emphasized the roundness of her ass.
"Good you are up and dressed, I'm starved and you are my date for brunch." She said to me.
"Your date?!" I asked her.
"Yes dear, your father and I talked and he wanted me to have you take me out as if it was a date to teach you how to be more gentlemanly." She said. "So let's get going I'm starved."
We took my car and I made sure I opened the door for my mother as she got into the car and we drove to a local restaurant. We had a lovely brunch, but I could not shake the mother son outing as no more than an outing. Besides I know how to act like a gentleman when we are out in a restaurant or other public places.
On the drive home we made idle chit chat about things going on at dad's job and catching up on other family members. I wanted to tell her this was a waste of time, I knew how to be a gentlemen, what I really needed is something she could not teach me. Not being my mother and all, I did not know how I was going to approach this without actually coming out and saying it.
As we pulled into the driveway I got out quickly and opened my mother's car door and she gave me a peck on the cheek. She thanked me for a lovely date and we went into the house. While in the kitchen I finally worked up the courage to tell her what I was thinking in the car.
"Mom, thank you for what you are trying to do, but I know already how to act like a gentleman on a date. What I need to learn you can't teach me, but thanks mom I love you for you effort." I explained retreating to the living room.
I was slumped on the couch watching a sports channel trying to get caught up on the day in sports. My mother strolled in and sat down next to me, I know she did not want to watch sports with me, so now I wondered what she was up to. She must have freshened up her perfume before coming in; the scent was stronger than it was in the car this morning.
"I understand your other problem Robert, I can help you with it, as long as it is only kissing, I will show you how to be gentler in that area. Just as long as you keep this our secret, no one can ever know." She explained.
Before I could respond she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, her lips were soft and moist. Soon I overcame my nervousness and kissed her back, I pulled her tight against me feeling her breasts mash against my chest. I pressed my lips against her harder and pushed hard to part her lips apart to get my tongue into her mouth overcome by lust. She pushed away from me and I looked at her disappointed that this moment had ended.
"I see your problem, you need to relax and be gentler when you kiss." She said as I sat up more.
She leaned back on the couch and beckoned me down on top of her to try again, she told me to follow her lead. She started kissing me again slow and gentle, as before then she gently parted my lips letting her tongue gently snake into my mouth. After several minutes of this we were making out and I was learning quickly, my mother shocked me at what a good kisser she is.
My cock was very hard in my jeans and I reached up, I roughly fondled one of my mother's breasts causing her to gasp and pull away.
