When a Simple Sex Talk isn't Enough

Lana Pink had only ever wanted one thing for her daughter: a happy, fulfilling life. She did not really have any preference for how it came to be; indeed, worries of academic achievement or financial success were not ones that troubled her. However, there was one in particular that certainly did bother her: the young woman's complete lack of any kind of sex life.

Spying on her only child's day to day life was hardly an activity Lana cared to indulge in. Sarah McRidge, mother of Lana's daughter's boyfriend, however, was not so ethically restrained. It was from her that word of the almost unbelievable state of affairs had arrived. Sarah had, apparently, overheard the friends of her son teasing and taunting him about his and his girlfriend's statuses as a pair of nineteen, and twenty, year old virgins. Given that he and Lana's daughter had been together for almost two years, that Megan had not had a boyfriend before that, and was undeniably shy and introverted, made denying the truth all but impossible.

It was for these reasons that Lana was stood in front of the door of her daughter's boyfriend's apartment, dressed in the sort of blazer and slacks she often wore to work. She had carefully chosen the day to be one where she knew the boyfriend would be in, and her daughter, too busy working.

A shaky hand delivered a weak knock on the wooden door. It opened a moment later, revealing a dark-haired young man dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, and a snugly fitted t-shirt.

"Mrs. Pink," the man greeted in clear surprise. "Megan's not...."

"Not here, I know." Lana clasped her hands in front of her and forced a smile. "I want to speak to you, actually, James."

"Oh...." The young man's brows rose, fell back down, then he grinned. "Come on in."

Lana stepped through the door as James made way for her. It was her visit to the apartment, though she wasn't overly surprised to notice how neat and tidy it was — a hallmark of her daughter's influence if ever there was one. The size and quality of its interior, on the other hand, did cause her no small measure of shock. That the McRidge's were reasonably wealthy, was a fact that had eluded her up to that point. Sitting down on the exceptionally comfortable leather sofa offered to her, that was but one of three in the room, and looking across at the wall-mounted monstrosity of a screen really helped hammer the new piece of information home.

"Can I get you something to drink?" James asked from across the room.

"No need, thank you. I don't intend on taking up too much of your time."

The young man nodded and moved to claim a spot on the other end of the sofa. He sat with an expectant expression on his face, that remained through a silence of several long seconds. "Is something wrong?" he finally asked.

"No," Lana blurted out. "Yes. Not exactly." She sighed loudly. The sensation of butterflies in her stomach was one she could not ignore. It was laughable that she, a woman nearing forty, could be so troubled by a simple conversation with a man nearly half her age. "This is difficult," she admitted.

"Something about me and Megan?"

"Yes," Lana confirmed. "It's... Well... I heard from... someone, that you and my daughter hadn't... well, you know...."

One of James' eyebrows rose up.

Seeing she had no choice but to spell it out, Lana's cheeks grew heated.

"...Had sex," she reluctantly finished, her eyes cast down at the floor.

"Oh...." James' smile seemed to hint at a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. Lana could not blame him. "It's true," he admitted.

"Why?" Lana blurted out, her eyes snapped to the young man. "How?" She looked over him again. "You're good looking, in shape, young.... She is too. Is it for religious reasons?"

"Not religious," James said simply with a shake of his head.

"What then? I didn't want to pry into her life, but I've been losing sleep over this. I can't help it!"

James sighed. "Megan's always told me how close you two are. Upsetting you was the last thing on our minds. Really." He looked across at the wall, sighed again, then turned to face Lana once more. "The truth then. Just, stop me if we reach the point of 'too much information', okay?"

"Of course. Please."

"Right, so, it's not like we don't know how it works or anything crazy like that. Porn exists, you know?"

The question seemed rhetorical, but Lana offered a nod while trying to ignore how red her cheeks still were.

"I guess it's more...." James paused again. "Yeah, that's it. Like one of the first things I ever learnt about sex, was it's often bad for the girl."

"What!?" Lana blurted out.

"The first time, I mean." James ran a hand through his hair and laughed. "Sorry. Uh, so, yeah.... I don't really have any experience. Neither does she. We've been really happy together, and I guess, we didn't want to ruin things. By, uh, well..." James laughed again. "We've been calling it: 'fucking up fucking'."

"I see." Lana nodded a few times. "Yes, that makes sense, of a sort." She smiled. "'Fucking up fucking'? I think I understand." She managed to hold the young man's eyes for only a few seconds before she was looking at the floor again, and wringing her hands in her lap. "You're together, and therefore can't gain experience elsewhere...."

"Exactly."

"... Then, your plan is to... not have sex?"

James laughed loudly. "God, no. We've sort of decided to wait a while. Maybe two years, maybe four. Because, you know, by then, even if it's bad, we'll still be good. Or that's what we're thinking at least."

"Two to four years?" Lana blinked slowly.

"That's the best we could come up with. Could be we've missed something, but, you know, not the easiest subject to bring up with people." James wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.

"Indeed," Lana smiled back, while already paying more attention to pondering the news internally.

The speculated timeline put her daughter at twenty-two or twenty-four for her first time. Lana herself had begun at the age of fifteen and never once looked back. She had to admit her first time had hardly been the best in her life, but it had been an important part of her overall learning experience and growth. To be okay with delaying it so many years — delaying learning about herself and her body — seemed close to madness.

Her daughter's happiness was on the line.

"What if I...?" Lana's mouth snapped shut before she could finish. The idea was almost unthinkable. Or was it? Her mouth opened again, closed, then opened.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Pink?"

Lana stared at her reflection in the glassy screen of the television. It may well have been the hardest decision of her life. For her daughter's sake, she could do it. She would do it.

"What if I... helped?" She forced herself to hold the young man's gaze, and ignore the rapid beating of her heart.

"Helped?" James asked dumbly.

"Helped." Tilting her head forwards and staring more directly into James' eyes did not seem to help get her message across.

"I don't follow."

Lana sighed, then took a moment to muster more courage for what was to come. "You don't want to 'rush' into sex because you lack experience. Gaining that experience requires involving other people, which is obviously problematic.... This is where my help comes in."

James stared blankly at her for several seconds. "Still not following."

"For God's sake, James. I'm Megan's mother. There's a good chance I'll be your mother-in-law one day. If there was ever anyone less likely to cause trouble in a relationship by offering to help...."

A sudden widening of the young man's eyes revealed his understanding.

"You mean.... Help me and Megan...? With sex? Uh, like, how exactly?"

"I expect advice from a woman with a great deal of experience will suffice. Megan is my daughter. What works for me, will, I'm sure, work for her."

"Yeah.... Advice...." James nodded rapidly. "That's a great idea, Mrs. Pink!" He smiled as he adjusted his position in the seat, which brought Lana's eyes very briefly to his crotch. The slight bulge there was easily dismissed as an unfortunate folding of the material and nothing more.

"The secret is simple," Lana began. "Foreplay."

James' smile faltered.

"What?" Lana asked of him.

"Uh, nothing. Carry on."

Lana eyed him suspiciously before continuing. "Many men ignore it. Idiots. All of them. Foreplay is the greatest weapon in a man's sexual arsenal. Far more important than things like... size, believe me. Touching, caressing, kissing... A woman has far more points of interest than the 'one' between her legs and the 'two' on her chest. Are you following me so far?"

"Uh, yeah...."

The young man's expression was not what Lana would have expected. More akin to deep concern than grateful learning.

"James. Tell me what's bothering you."

"Sorry, Mrs. Pink...." He ran a hand through his hair and winced. "It's just, well, Megan, you know? She, uh, remembers you telling her this a few years back, and, uh, we've talked about it already."

Lana's own expression froze. "I told her...?"

"Yeah, and, uh, it sounded like a great explanation. Really! Just, uh, well, it's kind of the same, right? I've never done it, so.... Yeah."

Several long moments passed as Lana came to terms with the newest revelation. "I see."

"Sorry," James said again.

Lana nodded silently as she considered the situation. It was not overly surprising that her offer of explanations was insufficient. Just as porn existed, so too did written descriptions of similar things. While there was still a possibility of sharing exactly what might work for her, and by extension, Megan, Lana had to admit that, really, she had been trying to renege on the deal she had just offered. At least, partly.

"My apologies, James." Lana looked him directly in the eyes. "I have every intention of helping you and her as much as I possibly can. Therefore, you may practise your foreplay on me."

"Uhhh...?" James stammered, his eyes like saucers.

"You don't have to if you think it is a bad idea. But, if this helps you and Megan... progress... I see no harm in it. We can stop before things get to a point where.... Well," Lana smiled with only some lingering redness on her cheeks.

"I get you, Mrs. Pink."

"If you need to think about it...."

"No, it's good. I want her to be happy. I want her to enjoy it." He grinned. "Some practice would be great." He slid closer on the sofa, moving into the seat adjacent to Lana. "Uh, how should we start?"

Lana took a deep breath. "Under normal circumstances, setting the mood is very important. A candle-lit dinner, a romantic picnic, cuddling by a fire... You understand?"

"I think so."

"Good. For today, let's pretend that part has already happened. In which case, I... that is to say, my daughter, would be feeling comfortable, relaxed, and open to... well, intimacy. You must do your best to keep it that way. Take things slowly. Pay attention to her needs."

"Maybe I could start with my arm around you? Like we've just been watching a movie together?"

Lana could not help but smile at the suggestion. "That would be just fine." A fresh sensation of butterflies began within her stomach, and only intensified as the young man slid even closer, then moved his arm around her. His entire arm was shaking noticeably. "James," she began in a gentle tone. "I understand you being nervous, this is an unusual situation, but always try your best to, at least, appear confident."

"Sorry, Mrs. Pink."

The shaking stopped abruptly, impressing Lana quite considerably. Without any further direction, James began pulling Lana towards his body. She did not resist, allowing him to bring her head to rest upon his shoulder. It was an entirely comfortable feeling. One Lana realised she had not experienced in quite some time.

"That's nice," she encouraged. James' hand gently stroked her shoulder, her arm, then slid down to her side. "You're a natural." She waited patiently for more to happen. But, nothing did.

"This is about as far as we've got."

Lana laughed good-naturedly. "I see." She met his eyes. "Where do you think you might like to take things from here?"

"Uh...."

Lana laughed again. "That's okay." She moved one hand from her own lap to lay gently on James' knee. "If it were me, I'd be hoping for a kiss...." Lana stood up. "What am I saying? This is all wrong. I don't know what I was thinking...."

"Mrs. Pink," James was smiling brightly as she turned back to face him. "Please. This will really help. I'm sure of it."

Lana's eyebrows slowly crept upwards.

"Besides, I think you're beautiful."

No on had counted the number of times Lana had heard such comments over the years. Often they were unbelievable, insincere, or outright terrible. This time she found she did not doubt it. There was, after all, a chance it had something to do with her and her daughter looking reasonably alike.

She took in a deep breath, before letting it out slowly. "Thank you." She nodded, sat back down, and tried to get comfortable again.

James began caressing her side once more, while holding her tightly against his body. After a short time, he adjusted his position, bringing himself in front of Lana. His eyes bored into her confidently, easily convincing her that he had dispelled his own nervousness. With her daughter being as shy as she was, Lana had always assumed her boyfriend was much the same. She had barely a second to consider the surprising detail, before his lips were pressing against hers.

She half-smiled at the extreme gentle slowness James exhibited. He certainly seemed to be taking her advice to heart, in more ways than one. There was, however, a slight problem. It had been so long since Lana had been kissed in an intimate way, her reaction was far stronger than it otherwise should have been. Especially given she was being kissed by a young man that she was no doubt attracted to. With considerable effort she tried to calm herself, so as to better get in the mindset of how her much more shy daughter would react.

Focusing on helping James maximise his efforts helped keep her mind on task. She moved one of his hands back to her waist, then, once she had undone the bun her hair was in, moved the other to caress it.

Lana was absolutely no stranger to her own body and how it worked. Already she could feel the clear effects of budding arousal. She was certain such affections would cause a similar response in Megan, but she was also certain the young couple had shared a kiss before. Which meant her job was far from over.

"My neck," Lana said semi-breathlessly.

James followed her instruction with an apparent eagerness. She gasped as his lips touched the sensitive skin, her eyes closing shut in pleasure, then had to stifle a moan as his tongue darted out and licked her.

"Sorry," she whispered with reddened cheeks.

"Isn't that a sign that I'm doing good?" James asked.

"It is," she admitted. "Lower."

"Uh, your jacket is kind of in the...."

The buttons on the front of her blazer were undone before the sentence could finish. James gave her space as she removed it with much the same haste, allowing her to toss it further along the sofa a moment later.

"Better?" she asked with a smile that was at least a bit sultry.

The young man smiled back, then looked down at her chest. "Your blouse kind of has a collar too."

Lana laughed as she realised the truth in his words. Unlike with the blazer, she did not rush to remove it, because doing so would leave her upper body clad in only a bra. The one she was currently wearing was far from a lacy piece of lingerie, nor was it a well past its best item that she would not be caught dead in, but she hesitated all the same. Ultimately, she had to conclude she had little choice. Her work was far from done.

"Remove it for me," she encouraged. "And keep kissing me."

As the young man's lips found hers once more, Lana was forced to acknowledge that her judgement was likely already somewhat compromised. James was a quick learner. As evidenced by how delightful it felt as he covered her neck and throat in kisses while helping disrobe her with barely a pause.

Once her blouse's buttons were undone, Lana had to help in removing it completely. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the large screen as she did — the bra did well to cover her breasts, and push them up slightly, but did little to hide the twin points of her puffed up nipples.

"So beautiful," James uttered.

Lana's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. Then she was gasping again as the young man's lips went back to tracing kisses down her neck. With no more clothes in the way, he was able to keep going lower as she wished. A simple tongue flick across the base of her neck was all it took to bring another moan from her lips, this time completely unstifled.

"Collar bones," Lana encouraged.

Her request was carried out instantly, bringing more of the good feelings she had been unknowingly craving so intensely. Even better, the way James planted his kisses and delivered his licks grew more confident with each passing moment, and as he reached the small bit of her breasts that were not covered by her bra, she realised just how turned on she was.

"Remove it."

The young man did not need telling twice. One of his hands snaked around her back to land on the clasp of her bra in an instant.

Lana almost laughed at his audacity. "You should...." The clasp snapped open. "Huh," was all Lana could say as she watched the garment fall away from her.

James shot her a cheeky smile. "I've been practising."

The young man's lips fell upon her before she could question the statement. One of his hands came up to grasp one of her newly exposed breasts. It had been far too long since someone had last touched her so intimately. She kissed him back with passion.

James pulled back from her. His other hand had come up to join the other. "They're so soft."

Lana had to laugh at the boy-like wonder she saw on his face.

"How big are they?"

"James," Lana said with a sigh. "Not everything is about size, remember?"

James shrugged while keeping both hands squeezing gently at her breasts, and a smile on his lips.

Lana sighed once again. "34DD, if you must know."

James nodded, kept smiling, and kept kneading. "How am I doing with foreplay? Be honest."

"Well," Lana laughed. "For your first time, I'd have to say... Pretty damn good."

"Good enough?"

The real meaning behind his question was all too obvious. She was confident that Megan would be very much in the mood for sex, if she were on the receiving end of what was taking place. However, a troubling thought found her: if she brought the experience to an end now, James could easily get the impression that he had done enough foreplay. That, Lana decided, was unlikely to be true.

"Try... kissing them."

James' mouth descended upon her left breast. He began kissing ever so gently, lightly touching all around her ample bosom. By the tenth such kiss, a burning need for something a bit more took control, and with a hand upon the back of his head, she guided him straight to her aching nipple.

She realised too late that she had forgotten to suggest more than simple kissing, but it didn't matter. His deliciously warm mouth enveloped her sensitive point without hesitation, causing her to moan loudly as the sensations washed over her. As instinctively as a babe, James began suckling her engorged tit, while she held him tight.

"Good," she breathed.

Lana's body was more aroused than it had been in years. There was no denying that. Not when she could feel the considerable wetness between her legs. Was it the young man's technique? Her own lack of recent intimacy? The somewhat taboo nature of their activities? She could not decide. She could, however, see that she had a bit of a problem to deal with.