Not quite NSFW

Stacy sighed. Never fails, she thought.

The long legged brunette set aside the novel she was reading and pushed herself from her suede double size armchair. She strode to the front door, ready to tell off the salesman or whoever was leaning on her doorbell.

To her surprise, when she opened the heavy oak door, it wasn’t a salesman or collector at her door. Instead, it was a friend of her youngest son.

“Derrick! Hi,” Stacy smiled at the twenty-year-old standing on her front porch. “Jason isn’t here right now, sorry.”

The cute-not-handsome boy smiled back at her, “Hi, Ms. Dawson. Yeah, I know, Jason’s at work. I had a question for you. Maybe more than one, actually…,” he trailed off hopefully.

Stacy stepped away from the door, motioning the boy inside. “Sure, Derrick. What do you need to talk about?”

The young man entered the house, looking around quickly, and asked his friend’s mom, “Can we sit and talk? I need… I need to talk.”

The beautiful woman laughed and nodded. She led the boy to the living room and the deep gray suede couch. Together they sat on the couch, facing each other; Stacy expectant, Derrick nervous.

After a few quiet, increasingly uncomfortable minutes, Stacy asked, “Derrick?”

The soft sound of her voice snapped Derrick into speech, “Sorry. I…I’ve known Jason a long time. And so, I’ve known you a while. Right?”

Stacy agreed, “Yes, about six years for Jason, almost that for me. It’s alright, kiddo, you can talk to me. About anything.”

Derrick swallowed the lump in his throat and jumped right to the question burning in his mind, “Can you make me a man? Teach me? Please???”

The giggle escaped from Stacy’s lips before she could stop it. She leaned back on the couch, curling her long, lanky legs up under herself.

“Sure. If you really want to learn, Derrick. I can make you a man this afternoon.”

The boy smiled, relieved. He hadn’t though his plea would work. Not with as blunt as he’d been.

“First,” purred Stacy, leaning in toward the boy, “go to the kitchen for me.”

“Yeah?” Derrick’s words were bitten off, his excitement building.

“Then, grab the trash bag from there, and take it out to the cans outside. It’s trash day, tomorrow,” Stacy finished her instructions.

“What?!” The boy’s excitement faded, replaced by confusion, “You want me to take out the trash?”

The full-throated laugh erupted from Stacy without any attempts at disguise, “Absolutely. Every man should be taught how to take out the garbage. And how to wash dishes, and how to do laundry, and how to clean the house… You did want to learn how to be a man, right?”

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