It was my son's prom and he was nervous about humiliating himself in front of his date. He'd never kissed a girl before. So naturally I did what any good father would do and got surgery to become his date's duplicate so he could practice. I even bought a copy of her prom dress for maximum realism.

"You've been holding my hand for an hour now, you can't delay it forever," I chide him. We'd been roleplaying out the date in the afternoon before the prom, chatting, some practice flirting, but he was clearly skirting around the inevitable.

"Oh... right..." he says glumly, releasing my hand from his sweaty palm. "Could you... start?"

I roll my eyes and lean in. He's terrible. His lips mash clumsily against mine like the flapping mouth of a fish out of water. He's flushed red and short of breath when we break apart.

"That really was your first kiss, huh?" I say, wiping my mouth off.

"Is it that obvious?" he asks, crestfallen.

"Uh huh. But that's why we're here, champ," I say, pulling his face close to mine.

His second time is equally as bad. The third is better. The fourth and fifth continue to show improvements, as I intersperse each break for air with little tips and advice. "Try to keep your lips closed this time."

"Mmm hmm. Ready to go again?" he asks eagerly.

"You know, some girls like it when the boy takes initiative. Don't feel the need to ask permission all the time."

His hand behind my back pulls me tight against him, my silicone tits mashing against his hard chest as he ravishes my mouth, enthusiasm making up for lack of experience. Though he has plenty of experience before the night is through, as I sit in his lap and we kiss for hours, ignoring the sound of his prom date hammering on the front door, lost in each other's eyes and lips.

At long last he sweeps me masterfully into his arms and carries me upstairs. "You said you liked it when I take the initiative," he grins as he places me down on the bed. "Now you can help me with another of my firsts."