Sex Education Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Natasha looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. "I fell into that group until I met your dad. After that I was head over heels in lust, uh, love."

Tony chuckled. "Good catch there mom."

"I always thought he was," Natasha whispered and then grinned, "But that's not what you meant, right?"

"Maybe I'll get lucky one day," Tony said before he started eating more than talking.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Tony woke up and had to pee. Too much iced tea. He swung his feet to the side of the bed as he tossed the covers back. It took him a moment or two to realize he wasn't in his dorm room but in his bedroom at home.

He stood up and headed toward the door. He was half asleep as he opened it and stepped out into the hall. As he turned right to head for the bathroom, two things happened. First his mother let out a squeal, and second, his eyes flew wide open.

His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide as he watched his mother turn sharply to her left and hurry across the hall and into the spare room next to his. Part of his mind wondered what his mother was doing in the spare room and not the master bedroom

Another part of his brain was running the movie of his mother in an ankle length nightgown that was more or less see through. It was sleeveless with a square neckline that had a red and white ruffle. The ruffle across her chest was above her breasts. The dark circles under her nipples showed clearly, as did the even darker nipples in the center of each circle.

The dress like part of the nightgown was sheer enough that he knew there was no hair on his mother's sex. His dick gave a twitching jerk and he glanced down to see the outline of his hard dick was making a large tent in the front of his shorts.

He took three quick steps and turned left into the bathroom. The light was still on as he shut the door. "Oh fuck!" He whispered sharply as he leaned against the door.

The mind movie of his mother was a loop. He shook his head trying to stop it. That didn't work, so he moved over to the commode and raised the seat. He pushed his shorts down and tried to push his dick down so he could pee. That wasn't working either.

He had seen his mother in a bikini but in that nightgown, her breasts looked larger and fuller. Her nipples were larger than any he had ever seen in real life. Longer and thicker than the first joint on his pointing finger.

And then there was the no hair on her sex thing. His dad was gone so why did she shave down there? Shaving their pussy was a thing girls did for guys in his mind. Was there a guy his mother shaved for or was there another reason he hadn't thought of?

Somewhere along that line of thought, his dick went down enough for him to lean forward with one hand on the wall behind the commode so he could pee. Peeing gave him a cold shiver, which he thought was weird.

When he finished, he put the toilet seat and lid down and flushed. He tried to think of anything but the hallway as he washed his hands and dried them.

By the time he was ready to go back to his room, his dick was more or less back to normal.

Once in bed, it took a while for him to get back to sleep. His dreams were strange in so many ways.

The next morning, Tony had his bag ready by the front door. His mother was sitting at the dinning room table sipping coffee. There was another cup at the head of the table and a brown paper sack. "Come join me," she said softly.

Tony walked over and sat down. His mother had her old fleece housecoat on. The same one she had always worn in the morning and evenings. He wondered if the sheer nightgown was under it. That brought a twitch from his dick and a bit of the dreams from earlier back to the front of his mind.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to try and calm his mind and body. "How are you this morning, mother?"

His mother took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "I'll live it seems," she said with a crooked smile.

Tony sipped his coffee and looked at her over the rim of the cup. He lowered the cup and asked, "How long have you had that old housecoat?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment and replied, "I bought it a little while after you were born."

Tony nodded. "It's the only one I ever remember you wearing."

Natasha smiled and whispered, "Your father hated it. He liked what I wore before you came along but after...." She let the sentence trail off. "Naked mommies are not good for little boys."

"They are not good for big boys either," Tony whispered as he looked into his mother's eyes. That she blushed at his statement surprised him.

"So you were awake," she whispered as the blush got a little deeper.

Tony took a deep breath and said, "More or less."

"Sorry about that. I had to pee and I didn't think about you in the house at the time."