Good Advice Well Delivered
By Montrose
Mrs. Seducent trains her daughter's boyfriend

Mrs. Seducent knocked on Mike's bedroom door, then, so like a Mom, opened it within 3 
seconds. Mike would have been miffed, had it not been Mrs. Seducent.

"Hello, Michael," she said as she closed the door softly behind herself. "Is Helen home?"
	
"My Mom? No, Ma'm." Mike put down the game controller. Mrs. Seducent was one hot 
older lady (In her 40s maybe? He wasn't sure.). As the mother of the girl he was 
currently going out with, he saw an up-side to being nice beyond just looking at her. 

She sure was easy to look at in her extreme shorts and that top that exposed 6 inches of 
cleavage. Nice shoulders too - broad and firm. Mike smiled up at her from his bed and 
pretended to not notice her body - just as he had been trying to pretend ever since he 
started noticing it a few years back. How many times had he worked to hide the lump in 
his pants from her? How many times had he pounded his pole dreaming about her? She 
was bigger than her daughter - an inch taller than Mike even - and maybe 150 pounds vs 
his 145. He felt his lap-snake shift and tried to think of old baseball scores.

She turned off his TV for him. "When do you expect her back?" she asked as she looked 
around his room, taking in his posters, clothes on the floor and so on. Mike couldn't tell 
what she was looking for. Maybe it was just a Mom thing. She seemed a bit nervous, 
though.

"A few hours, I guess. She works Saturdays at the mall."

Mrs. Seducent smiled, visibly relaxed, and sat down next to him, dropping a bag from her 
shoulder onto the floor. His bed sank under her weight. "That leaves time for us to have a 
little talk." She was so close Mike could feel her body heat.

"W-w-what about?" he gulped. Was one of his most cherished fantasies springing to life? 
The one where he eventually takes Mrs. Seducent doggie style?

"You know that Tina's father isn't around much."

"Yeah. Uh... sure." Tina was her daughter. And by not around much, she meant, ever. 
Mike didn't even know what he looked like.

"There's nobody to help me protect her against... you know..." Mrs. Seducent leaned 
into Mike so that her right breast pushed against his arm. "Predatory boys."

"Pre... pre... pred..." Did she just flutter her eyes at him? Lick her lips? Why did her 
hand run up his arm like that? It felt marvelous. His mind was racing. His wang grew 
uncontrollably.

"Are you a predatory boy, Michael?" She scratched his back under his shirt with long 
nails. "It's just that, I've seen you..." her eyes flickered to his lap, which was bulging 
with hard wood in his jeans. "I've seen you BLOSSOM over the last few years into a 
STRAPPING young man. And, of course, I'm aware that Tina is a lovely girl." 

She had growled the word "strapping."

"Pred... preda... predato..."

"And I know you are seeing each other." Her hand landed on his lap, on top of his tool. 
His cock leaped in her grip.

"Pred! Predator! Predatory?"

Mercifully, Mrs. Seducent put a finger to his lips. "Shhh. I don't mean to frighten you, 
Dear Boy. I'm just here to make sure you know how to behave when you're around my 
daughter." She gently caressed his face with her hand. "I know you've kissed her, 
Michael. Have you ever kissed her like this?"

Mrs. Seducent slipped her arms around him and planted a kiss on him that made him lose 
track of up and down. His balls tingled. The entire planet disappeared in that kiss. Their 
body's meshed. Her tongue slid over his teeth and invaded his mouth. Her breath blew 
hot on his face as both of them panted more deeply. There was a faint smell of red wine.

When she pulled away, Mike reached for more, but she held him back. "Have you kissed 
her like that, Michael?"

"Never!" gasped Mike, still leaning into her hand, wanting more.

She looked puzzled. "Really?" She gave him a doubting look. "Because, I've seen you 
two..."

"Not like that," Mike broke in. "Nobody has ever kissed me like that." He reached for 
another kiss. 

Mrs. Seducent held him back with one hand gripping his shirt. Her arm bulged with the 
effort, but she didn't look to be straining. "Never?"

"I wish! I didn't know anyone could kiss like you do."

Mrs. Seducent turned her head to hide a smile. Once under control she turned back. "I 
meant, with tongues, dear boy. Have you had your tongue in her mouth?" She was 
smiling brightly, almost blushing.

"Oh! Sure. I've done that with lots of... I mean..." Mike suddenly came back to earth. 
This was his girlfriend's mother after all, no matter how hot she was.

Mrs. Seducent's smile turned knowing. "Lots of girls. I'm sure you have. Maybe as many 
as three?" She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Did she let you put your hands under her 
clothing?"

Mike remained silent. And afraid. Mrs. Seducent had held him back fairly easily. He 
could see the muscle on her arms and shoulders. And thighs. Way better than his own.

Mrs. Seducent slid one of her bare legs onto his lap - on top of his boner. "You can tell 
me." After she said that, she nibbled his ear.

"Yes," confessed Mike. "I felt her up last weekend. Her t-t-tits. And last night, I got my 
hand in her panties but she pulled it back out." He feared what she would do to him, but 
he couldn't withhold information. Not with her lips on his ear!

"I understand. She's a good looking girl, and you're a healthy boy. Was it fun?"

"Yes," he admitted. 

"You must be dying for a release, you poor thing." Now, Mrs. Seducent moved to 
straddle his lap. She leaned forward, forcing him down onto the bed with her on top. "I 
expect you told all the other boys about it?"

"No! I swear!"

She smiled. "Good boy." She kissed him again, even more passionately than before, 
driving him mad. "That's for not telling. Let's make today our little secret, as well. Shall 
we?"

Mike nodded, unable to speak.

"Now that I know you and my daughter are sexually active together..."

"But we never..."

"Not yet, but you have tried," Mrs. Seducent interrupted. "I am here to make sure you 
treat her right. I'm going to make you see things from her point of view."

"What do you mean?"

"For example, if I were her, on this bed with you, what would you do?"

"Kiss her!" said Mike, hoping for more kissing.

"Is that all?"

Mike racked his brain. Was that a trick question? "I might..."

"Yes?"  She kissed his cheek.

Did she just wink at him? Push her chest into his chin? Rub her tits around? God, yes.

"I might... you know..."

"Tell me," she breathed as she slid down on him to nibbled his neck.

"T-t-touch her."

"Show me." She licked his earlobe.

Mike moved his hands up Mrs. Seducent's smooth thighs, to her shorts. She smiled down 
at him. He groped her big ass. It was firmer than it looked, and so round! Tina's was too 
small.

"Go on," she encouraged him.

 
"Then I would... I m-m-might..." his hands slid up her body and up under her top. They 
encountered the melons of greatness! "Oh God!" He shivered.

"And she would let you?"

"Yeah," he panted.

"Would she take off her top?"

"Yeah," he lied. Well, she might.

Mrs. Seducent took hers off. A black bra held her hooters. She took that off too. Her 
gazzombas were twice the size of her daughter's. Mike buried his face in her cleavage. 
Mrs. Seducent pushed him back to the bed.

She rubbed her groin on his wood, driving him to near climax. "Would she do this?"

"Oh... yes... but not as-"

"Not as well. I know," Mrs. Seducent chuckled. "Don't worry about that. She'll learn. 
We need to worry about you right now."

Mike grabbed her ass hard and humped his cock against her fleshy crotch, through his 
pants and hers. 

"Does that feel good?"

"Fuck yes!" He was moments away from coming in his pants.

"It feels good to me, too."

"Yeah... of FUCK yeah!"

"But you're moving too fast."

Mike kept humping. Any minute now...

"I said, you're moving too fast, Michael. You need to stop rubbing on me like that."

Any minute. Just a few more strokes!

That's when Mrs. Seducent backhanded him in the mouth. Hard.

His face jerked to the side. Out of reflex, his hands went up to defend himself. She 
grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms over his head, then trapped his face in her 
cleavage. She rubbed her hard thigh over his balls. "Do you want me to mash your nuts 
for you, young man?" she whispered.

He struggled, but got nowhere. Mrs. Seducent pressed her thigh into his balls. "No! 
Please! I'll be good!" he gasped into her cleavage. 

"Shhhh... there now, sweety. It would be for your own good. You weren't listening to 
me. I told you to stop."

Mike groaned underneath her, gasping for air. "I'll stop! I'll listen! I'm sorry," he gasped.

"Be sure you do. The truth is, Michael, you have a dangerous and seductive toy, here." 
She slid to one side and tenderly stroked the lump in his pants. She still held his arms 
pinned with one of her hands.

He struggled for a moment then gave up. Her hand on his groin felt very good.

"My God. You're a BIG boy! It's like a baseball bat down there. It fucking vibrates with 
energy." Mike noticed that her cheeks grew pink. She stroked it some more. "Yes, very 
seductive. Why, if you were to rub that big thing on my daughter the way you just rubbed 
it on me, what do you think she would do?"

"Slap me?" 

"Maybe. But I think she just might be tempted to let you have your way with her." Mrs. 
Seducent lifted his chin up to look her in the eyes. "I'm tempted myself. Very." She 
kissed his nose, playfully. "But we can't have that, can we?" she pouted.

Mike didn't see why not. Sounded like a fabulous idea. But he didn't say anything.

"No. Because that's how babies are made. And I don't want my girl coming home 
pregnant."

Something clicked in Mike's head and now the answers seemed obvious. "I would never-
"

Mrs. Seducent clamped her hand over his mouth. He struggled once more, but she held 
him firmly. "Yes you would. Any man would. Trust me."

Mike decided not to argue. Besides, he knew she was right. And he was beginning to see 
she could do whatever she wanted to him. He had never noticed how powerful she was 
before.
	
"Fortunately for you, I'm here to tell you how you're going to keep that from 
happening." She stood up. "Get up and drop your pants." 

"Huh?"

Mrs. Seducent smiled. "Go ahead, honey. Would it make you feel less shy if I dropped 
mine too? Okay, here we go." She slid her shorts off. Under these she wore skimpy whale 
tale panties.

Mike stood slowly. He dropped his pants, noticing that Mrs. Seducent glued her eyes to 
his crank when he did. He liked the direction things were going - and he knew he was 
exceptionally hung - maybe he would get some after all. He had only dropped his pants 
in front of one other girl (not Tina) and she had been damn near frightened.

"Now the boxers." Mrs. Seducent licked her lips and stepped back for a better view. "Oh 
my yesss," she whispered. "Poor Tina. How could a girl with such narrow hips 
accommodate that big thing? You would split her in half."

Mike stood proudly, exposing his iron wood.

"Sweet Jesus." Mrs. Seducent fanned herself, then recovered. "Let me show you your 
first line of defense against getting my daughter pregnant." She turned around and bent 
over. 

Mike smiled. "All right!" He stepped up and planted his tool between her full cheeks.

Mrs. Seducent laughed as she jumped up, quickly, and faced him, pushing him back. 
"Down boy! Up the butt doesn't come till LATER. Your FIRST line of defense is self 
gratification." She held up a big fake cock with straps on it - as big as his own. "And I'm 
going to show you how."

"But..."

"Yes, I'm sure you've done this before. But I want to make sure you're so good at it that 
you see it as a pleasant alternative to banging my little girl until she can't walk straight." 
She eyed his boner as she slipped into the straps.

Mike backed away. Big and loaded with bone, Mrs. Seducent looked frightening and 
alluring all at once. He understood how he must look to Tina.

She picked up a plastic bottle from her bag and dripped some nice smelling oils onto her 
fake Johnson. "I'll leave this with you, Michael. It's wonderful stuff. Try some." She 
squeezed a line down his wiener like it was mustard. She grabbed his tool and rubbed the 
lotion around, slipping some onto his balls as well.

"Jeez!" groaned Mike.

"Now, you do yours and I'll do mine." She faced him and slid her fists up and down her 
shaft. "Do just like I do."

Mike froze.

"Don't be shy. Grab your cock. It'll feel good, I promise." She rubbed her tool up and 
down with a flick of her wrist each time. 

"You want me to beat off?" he asked. "In front of you?"

"I'll teach you how. Start with long slow strokes, like this. Don't go right for the head 
yet. That's too sensitive."

Mike remained frozen.

She leaned forward and whispered. "Will you do this, or should I move on to anal sex? I 
could bend you over right now, dear boy, and you know it. No trouble at all..."

Mike stroked his bone while she stroked hers. He matched her strokes. It quickly dawned 
on him that this was way better than his normal hand job. And it wasn't just the oil! The 
way she showed him to twist his wrist during the strokes was a big part. Plus, having her 
tits right in front of him saved him from having to imagine them. My how they swayed 
from side to side as her arms moved up and down her shaft.

"Now faster... not too fast, yet. That's right... Tighten your grip... Longer strokes..." 
Mrs. Seducent directed. "Keep going... Do you feel it building?"

Mike snarled and rubbed. "Oh yeah..."

"That's good. A little faster... Now all the way to the tip... and grab your balls with your 
free hand... lift them a little... feels good, yes?"

Mike was furiously humping his fist now, with his head resting against the top of Mrs. 
Seducent's chest. "Just a little longer big boy... here it comes..."

He blasted his load all over her strap on and her belly. "F-f-f-fuuuuck!" he moaned.

She held him up as his knees buckled. He panted and moaned as she slowly sat him down 
on his bed. She remained standing. "That was... that... damn!" he panted.

Mrs. Seducent said, looking at her strap on. "You've got more cum than God, young 
man. Just look at me." Cum was splattered all up and down her fake bone as well as her 
belly. It dripped down her legs to her feet. "Who do you think should clean this up?"

She didn't sound angry at all, but Mike still didn't like the sound of that question.

"Now let's say you're my girl, and I'm you. Wouldn't you like her to suck this all up? To 
swallow?"

Mike felt like a deer in headlights. The giant bone was bouncing in front of his face.

"Sure you would." Mrs. Seducent grabbed a hand full of his hair. "But you wouldn't want 
to be all rough with her like this, would you?"

She forcibly rubbed his face all over her crotch and snarled down at him. "Lick it up, 
Bitch!" He licked. She slapped him and pulled on his ears. "All of it!" He made sure to 
follow the drips down her legs.

She forced his mouth open and stuffed her tool in. "This doesn't feel good, does it? Have 
you ever had your dick in someone's mouth, Michael? Did you realize how hard it is to 
open your mouth that far?"

He fought to get free. Mrs. Seducent continued humping his face, easily holding him in 
place. 

"Imagine if I was sensitive through this thing and started telling you to use less teeth? 
That would be hard to do, don't you think?" She had 3 inches of it in his face now. "And 
should we even try deep throat?"

Michael gagged as she got past 6 inches.

"Maybe not today." She let go and he fell back. "That was mean of me, wasn't it? Yes. 
So, only stick your cock in a girl's mouth if it is HER idea. Understood? And let her 
drive. Don't grab her ears and tug her head around. Got it?" Mike nodded. "Good boy. 
Now, kiss it nice," she told him, as she held it in front of his lips. "Make friends."

Mike did as told.

"Was that fun Michael? You wanna do that again?"

"No, Ma'm."

"You sure? Because I could fuck your pretty face all day long."

"No thank you. Please."

She pulled him up by his shirt until he was face to face, on tip-toe. "Then, given the 
choice of oral sex with Tina, or jerking off, which do you think you should do?"

"Jerk off, Ma'm," he gasped.

She tossed him onto the bed. "Good answer. Now, did you want to move on to anal?" She 
held her bone pointed at him.

"No! Please!"

Mrs. Seducent shrugged. "We can skip that, for now. But what about the pressure Tina is 
feeling? I can tell you, as a woman, she's feeling the heat as much as you are." 

She dropped her strap on to her ankles. Mike sighed with relief to see her kick it to the 
side.

"Yeah... lots of pressure building for the girl at this point... What if Tina can't vent 
enough of her sexual tension through masturbation?" Mrs. Seducent slid a finger down 
her panties. "How are you going to help her not give in to fornication, Michael?"

Mike shook his head. He had no idea he had to worry about such a thing.

Mrs. Seducent smiled and slipped her panties down. "We just saw that sucking dick is 
hard work. Let's find out if eating pussy is easier." She pushed him back and slid over 
him until her bare clam was in his face. Just sitting on him, she had him trapped and at 
her mercy. "Eat me."

Mike placed his hands on her ass and got to work. The big woman came hard in just a 
few short minutes. She slid back, panting and flushed, to sit on his chest. "Very good, 
Michael," she gasped. "Is that something you've done with a lot of girls?"

He smiled. There was one senior a year ago who had insisted. She had given him a lot of 
pointers.

"And not as tough as sucking dick, was it?"

"I... I guess not." He actually liked it.

Mrs. Seducent slid down next to him and kissed him. "Don't look so down, darling boy. 
I'm not saying Tina can't smoke your bone on special occasions. Just, try to beat off as 
much as possible before you go out with her." She kissed him again. "And feel free to 
give her all the muff diving she can handle."

"Yes, Ma'm. May I do that again?" he asked.

Mrs. Seducent wagged a finger at him. "You're Tina's boy. Shouldn't you be faithful?" 

"Well, we could just..."

Mrs. Seducent's hand grabbed him by the sack, ever so gently.

"I mean, I will treat her like a princess and do just as you tell me."

She let go. "Good boy."

"And maybe, someday, she'll grow tired of me?"

Mrs. Seducent smiled. "That will be a long time coming if you keep licking bush like 
that."

Mike flopped his stiffy up onto her thigh. He gained courage by watching her lick her lips 
as she looked at it. "It's Saturday," he said as casually as he could manage. "I hope I have 
enough time to work off my sexual energy before I see your daughter tonight." As he said 
this, he slipped a finger along her clit and humped her thigh ever so gently.

Mrs. Seducent breathed faster.  She quivered when he kissed her shoulder.

"Maybe," she panted. "Maybe just this once, I can help you."

He smiled. "Would you please? You could be a big help."

Mrs. Seducent rolled over onto Mike and mounted him, groaning as she slowly crammed 
it in. "18 may be the youngest boy I've ever had, but... UMPH... you're also the biggest 
man. Just a little more - God DAMN!" 

Once fully inserted, it didn't take her 10 minutes to drive herself to climax.  With a sigh, 
she rolled over and letting him drive. 

He picked up the pace. Her ankles found there way to his shoulders - her legs were a 
heavy weight. He pushed them down next to her ears and smiled as she grunted and 
winced with every stroke. "Are you enjoying yourself, Mrs. Seducent?" he asked, still 
hammering her hard.

A shrieked, "Oh GOD!" was all she could manage in reply as she pounded his bed. She 
said it over and over. That only made Mike harder. He fucked her until she stopped 
screaming from her second orgasm.

Mrs. Seducent stood. "Jesus Christ, boy. That was... that was amazing... holy shit... 
you're not done yet?" 

He backed her up against a wall with no resistance. Mike slid back in and hammered her 
hard and fast, standing up. He liked how her eyes rolled back in her head after the first 
twenty minutes. She was making funny noises, too. He licked her boobs as they bounced 
in time to his long thrusts.

Finally, after he came and pulled out, she fell face down over his desk, gasping for air. 
"Jeezus! I've never had it so good. It's like the room is spinning." He slipped his still stiff 
meat between her trembling hams. "More!? Don't you DARE hump my asshole," she 
panted. "You're too big! And you know I could do the same to you, whether you 
struggled or not."

"Yes Ma'm." He dribbled some of her oil between her meaty cheeks, then slid his 
sausage freely up and down between them, wedging it between her cheeks, but not up her 
ass. "Just this, I promise." It was heaven. He drooled on her back.

A door slammed downstairs. "Mikey! I'm home!" called his Mom.

"Oh crap," groaned Mrs. Seducent as Mike continued humping her ass crack. "She 
clenched her cheeks with nervousness.

"I'm... coming... Mother!" And so he did, all up Mrs. Seducent's back.

He staggered back, meat hanging low and dripping jiz. "Wow."

Mrs. Seducent pushed herself upright. "I can't feel my fucking legs," she moaned.

"Mikey? Do you have company?"

"Shit! If Helen catches me up here I'll never hear the end of it." Mrs. Seducent fumbled 
into her clothes, forgetting her panties until too late. She stuffed them down her cleavage, 
leaving a strap hanging out. Then she kissed Mike goodbye. "I'll come back next 
Saturday while your Mom is at work and prep you for the next date," she promised him.

"That sounds better than all that jerking off," he agreed.

"It sure as fuck does," she moaned. She kissed him goodbye again and started for his 
door.

"No!" Mike whispered.

"Oh damn!" She turned around, looking disoriented. "Crap." She peered out the window. 
Two stories down. "Oh, fuck this." She turned a circle, shoved Mike out of her way, and 
headed out the door on wobbly legs. 

Then she ran back in and grabbed Mike up in her powerful arms and kissed him once 
more. She squeezed so hard his breath rushed out. Then she growled in his face, "If you 
knock up my little girl, I will beat you into a coma. Do you understand me?"

Mike mouthed "yes," but no sound came out.

Mrs. Seducent tightened her grip further. Mike saw spots. "Do you understand me?" she 
asked again, patiently.

He nodded vigorously. 

She let go and he fell on his ass. "Good," she sighed. "I almost forgot to mention that." 
She turned and left again. "Helen?" she called as she limped down the steps. "I have great 
news! Your son is definitely not gay." 

Mike quickly fumbled into his pants and ran after her. Mrs. Seducent's hair was a fright, 
with a gob of sperm dripping from it. The groin of her shorts and up her back were damp 
through her clothing. 

Mike's Mom smirked. "Prove a bit much for you did he, Ann?" she asked.

She patted Mike's Mom on the shoulder as she wobbled past her to the front door. 
"Congratulations. You've raised a stud."

Mike's Mom followed her with her eyes. Then she looked up the stairs at Mike, who 
blushed crimson. There was a long silence. "Did you have a good time, young man?" she 
finally asked.

Mike nodded, sheepishly. 

His Mom nodded to herself for a moment, then shrugged. "You're hungry, I suppose." 
Off she walked to the kitchen. 

He was starving. Mike went back upstairs and collected Mrs. Seducent's giant strap on, 
and other items, and put them back in the bag she left behind. There were some toys in 
there he assumed she would explain to him next visit.

Later that night, Mike drove Tina out to the lake and they made out. In a fit of passion, 
Tina pushed his hand into her panties and he finger-banged her until she squealed like a 
piglet. Even her orgasms are smaller than her mother's, Mike realized. 

Tina pulled Mike's boner from his pants. With eyes the size of dinner plates she looked at 
the Johnson she held in her hands. "Are they all that big?" she gasped.
 
"Maybe we should wait," he suggested. Tina agreed. "I wont make you do anything you 
don't want to." 

She sighed and hugged him close. She turned around and clamping his dong between her 
slender thighs. She pressed it close to her muff, and then slid her hips back and forth, 
riding his pole, tenderly yanking him off with her sweating gams and slippery hands. 
Mike snarled and grabbed her tight. He reached around and finger banged her clam once 
more as he hammered harder.

"Mike?" she gasped, passionately, but with a note of fright in her voice. "OH MIKE!"

He didn't answer. He just kept humping her thighs, rubbing his shaft along her clam, until 
he exploded violently. 

"Oh... God FUCK, Michael!" she panted, breathless.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, as he recovered himself.

She thought about that for a while. Then she smiled up at him. "Yeah! Wow, Mike. Did I 
make you do that?" She dipped a finger into his goo, which coated the passenger seat so 
that she would have to ride close to him on the way home. She slid her finger into her 
mouth, curious for her first taste of cum.

He didn't tell her he had been thinking about her mom. "Of course, Tina. How about I 
drive you home?"

She swooned into his arms - so unlike her mother. "Sure Mike. Anything you say."