“Come on in, Krista,” Mrs. Cox said opening the front door. “Tommy isn’t home yet, but he should be here any minute.
The cute blonde followed her boyfriend’s mom into the big sunny kitchen.
“Those smell pretty good,” she said to the cookies cooling on the kitchen table.
“Have one,” the older lady offered.
Krista picked up a warm butterscotch cookie, took a bite and replied: “Mmmm.”
Jane Cox knew her son’s girlfriend now six months, since the two college freshmen began dating the beginning of the fall semester. The older lady sensed that the pretty oval-faced girl was fidgety, off-her-game a bit.
“You okay sweetie?” the older lady asked touching Krista’s elbow.
“Yrmm, hmmm.”
“He is my son,” Tom’s mom continued as Krista chewed. “If it’s something between Tom and you, feel free to confide in me.”
With slight hesitation, Krista swallowed and whispered: ”I-it’s just that I don’t think, well, we have our problems, but every couple does, right?”
“My son’s very devoted to you, if that’s a comfort.”
“He is in most ways,” Krista agreed. “But when it comes to, you know, well he just doesn’t…Oh God, I really shouldn’t. I, I just…I don’t know.”
“Well,” Mrs. Cox sighed taking a step back from the upset little girl. “I think I know what you’re trying not to say. Let’s see if we can’t do something about it.”
Fifteen minutes later the front door flew open and brawny Tommy Cox came jumping into the kitchen. He kissed Krista quickly on the cheek before grabbing a handful of cookies. ”Hey girls, what’s happening?”
With a knowing glance from Jane Cox, Krista didn’t reply to her boyfriend’s question, instead she simply lean where she was while the older lady began.
“Something wrong?” Tom asked turning his chiseled good looks to his girlfriend.
“Mom?” he asked turning to his mom.
“From how I am reading this situation,” the older woman began. “I’d say you have been neglecting poor Krista here.”
Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but his mother lifted her hand and said quietly, yet sharply. ”Attentiveness to a woman’s needs is paramount for a couple to enjoy a rich intimacy. ”
The kitchen was enjoying its usual great swatch of sunlight this afternoon, but the heat in the room suddenly increased despite it.
“Tom,” his mother continued. “Have you ever really taken the time to see what different levels of excitement a woman’s vagina goes through?”
When Tom didn’t reply-not that he could have being in shock as he was-Jane Cox continued: “Krista dear, could you please remove all of your clothing.”
Nervous, red-faced but obviously excited Krista began to strip.
“Mom, she can’t…”
Tom was cut short when his girlfriend quickly got naked at the center of the well-lit kitchen. ”Okay, dear,” Jane said softly, “take a seat and spread those beautiful long legs of yours.”
Krista stepped to the kitchen chair closest to her, sat, spread her taut long white legs and opened her shaved vagina. She kept her breathing as even as she could, looking down at her big hardening nipples and her little breasts shivering slightly.
“See how tight Krista’s vagina is, even though it’s spread?” the older woman instructed. “Not only is she nervous but she isn’t yet aroused. You should never attempt intercourse with her like that.” Tom involuntarily looked down at his smiling girlfriend.
“Our job is to get her pussy aroused to the point where it can accept your erection. So what is the first thing we do?”
“Suck my nipples?” Krista offered.
“Exactly,” Jane replied. “Now Tom, pay attention.”
To the utter shock of both Krista and Tom, Mrs. Cox lean over and gently took Krista’s hard right nipple in her mouth.
“Oh ho,” Krista gasped as the older woman nursed on her. “Oh ho ho!”
Tommy shifted nervously watching his mom suck his girlfriend’s tit. He had to admit the old lady was doing a much better job than he ever did.
“Now, look at her vagina,” Mrs. Cox said leaning up off the little girl below her. “I haven’t even seen it but I guarantee that it is beginning to lubricate, become flushed.”
“It is for sure,” Krista agreed.
“What’s next?”
“Finger her?” Tommy answered his mother.
“Krista?” Mrs. Cox turned to the girl.
“I’d like to feel a tongue down there actually.”
“Exactly right, young lady,” Jane Cox said.
“And I got to assume, if my son is not attending to business he’s not eating pussy, is he?” Again Tom began to protest but Krista put her chin to her chest.
“Tom,” his mother scolded, shot him a withering stare, then knelt in front of Krista and buried her face between the young girl’s thighs.
The second Jane’s mouth pressed against Krista’s open lips, the younger girl shot up on the seat and began to moan. Tom had yet to see Krista react so fast and so violently. Not wanting to look down, he did finally sneak a peak to see his mother’s head moving slow, lovingly in his girl’s lap, the older woman obviously enjoying lapping at the young girl’s pussy.
“Now,” Mrs. Cox said leaning off Krista as the blonde bucked and whimpered to the old woman halting her pussy eating. “You attend to business down there young man. I need to finish these cookies.”
The warm smell of butterscotch mixed with Krista’s heat as Tom knelt, not sure if he was grateful for this lesson, shocked or a little of both.