Chapitre 1752: MOM & MY MANY FIRSTS
I'll start out by saying my mother and I love each other very much. My father left her for another woman when I was very young. And she remained single throughout my childhood, while doing some sporadic dating. She was 5' 7" with small to medium breasts, slightly wide hips, a nice figure, and green eyes to go with short dark brown wavy/curly hair.
Our time together was quite normal as I grew up. Mom taking me to my baseball games, etc. She always did what she could to make my life as enjoyable as possible. I wonder now, how much of her attention to me, took away from her needs. I had just turned 18 when I started noticing the possible resulting affects of little dating and mostly doting on her son. My mother began what I would surmise to be, showing some signs of wanting what she hadn't been getting. And that was intimacy with a man. I was clearly displaying the appearance of a young man, and had grown to 3 inches taller than mother by then. It's possible my changing appearance and her unsatisfied urges may have happened to cross paths at just the right time. Nothing dramatic happened, mind you. She just decided she wanted me to see her in a different light, shall we say.
I must preface this by saying I curiously felt no sexual arousal initially. But I did look as much as I possibly could. Weekend mornings during the warmer months afforded her the opportunity to begin wearing a shear full length lilac colored negligee with a floral stitched pattern in a v-neck down the front from the neck to the breasts. It was quite evident within the light of the room that she had nothing on underneath. I could see to a certain degree her breasts, dark pubic mound, and crack of her behind. It was very evident when she approached the southeast windows. Especially on a sunny morning. I can't begin to tell you how many times I sat at the dining room table eating a bowl of cereal while watching my mother wash dishes with the light from the window above the sink illuminating my mother's feminine features underneath. I definitely enjoyed watching her breasts, always with erect nipples, sway slightly as she moved her arms. I've always loved a profile view of a woman's bare breast. That was definitely my first. She had to know I could see through the material, didn't she?
My mother continued to wear that negligee, which I never tired of seeing. But at some point, that apparently no longer was enough for her. Her bedroom was directly across the hall from the bathroom (mine was right there at the end of the hallway as well). And she would always enter the bathroom wearing her pink bathrobe when it was time for a shower. She may have wandered around the house a bit before her shower, but that's what she always wore. One day, I could hear she had finished taking a shower. Everything was normal as could be until she opened the bathroom door. I don't know if she waited to hear me approaching the hallway or not, but as I got closer, the bathroom door opened, and as she exited, she was not wearing her robe. She held it to the front of her body so that it would be covering her "private parts" as she stepped into her bedroom. She looked at me as she crossed the hall and proceeded to close the door behind her. You don't just not put your robe back on unless you want to be seen. That was the first time I felt a little funny about seeing my mother that way.
I guess at this point I should tell you a little about me. My name is Rich, and I'm 5' 10" with an average build. I was a 19 year old virgin still living at home at the time my mother and I began having a more hands on relationship. My sexual activity up until then, consisted solely of masturbation. The material I used was basically pictures of naked women from some magazines. And since I didn't have anyone to guide me or make suggestions regarding masturbating, I did it the way it made me feel good. I am only 4 inches when fully erect, so this may have played a part in my technique at the time. I would gather my pictures and lay on the couch naked. The cushions sank nicely under my butt, and allowed me to raise my legs and push my erection between my thighs and close my legs together. I'd then open them just enough, as I pushed my hips forward, to have my hard penis rub against my thighs as it came free. I'd repeat that process while looking at my girls until I had a wonderful orgasm all over my thighs. I would often do the same thing in the shower with a wonderful helping of slippery soap.
Regarding my picture collection, some of the women appeared with no pubic hair. I found this particularly exciting and wanted to try it myself, but couldn't muster the courage to do so for the first time, until I was starting college. By then, there was no need for anyone to see me naked, so it felt safe to do so. More often than not, since then, I have been completely shaved.
Getting back to my mother, her robe-less, front covered display became more frequent, but seemingly to her dismay, I wasn't providing any outwardly discernible reaction when seeing her. I say this because when I was 19 and just finishing my first year of college locally, she decided to push the envelope and stroll to the bathroom for her shower without anything on. She made sure I was in the vicinity before appearing from her bedroom. Her pink nipples were rock hard and there was no doubt she was excited to have me see her in all her glory. She stopped and turned to face me and asked if I needed to use the bathroom before she took her shower. I just said no as she watched my eyes wander all over her naked body. I couldn't help it! That brought a bit of a smile to her face as she turned to enter the bathroom. Here she was, exposing herself to me, while I always took great pains to never be seen naked. Just a pair of shorts sometimes, of course, but not naked! That was my fist time seeing a woman naked in person.
The next day was Saturday, and when I awoke, I heard the kitchen faucet turn on as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I put on a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast. To my surprise, there was my mother, naked, doing the dishes. "Good morning, Rich" she casually said, sounding like she's done this a million times before.
"Good morning" I replied, trying not to look too shocked. "Didn't you forget something, mom?"
"No" was her short response.
I wasn't sure if I should turn around and leave or try to appear calm like nothing was wrong or different. But once again, I couldn't take my eyes off her hard pink nipples, and I decided to stay. I just got my cereal and sat at the table and began eating. Her head start this morning allowed her to finish washing the dishes a little before I was done, so she walked over and stood right next to me. "I'll take that when you're done." There were those hardened nipples on what actually were pretty nice breasts just a couple feet away from my face. They were just a nice handful. I was having my last few spoonfuls when it happened for the first time. I felt a stirring in my shorts as I began to harden. A feeling of panic mixed in with my growing arousal as I realized getting up to leave the table was going to present a problem. She took my bowl when I finished, but somehow managed to maintain eye contact while returning to the sink. There went my small window of hope to make it back to my bedroom undetected. Worse yet, I then heard "would you be a dear and help me dry and put away the dishes?"
"Can't we just let them dry on their own first?"
"No. I don't want to look at them. Let's get them finished" I tried to subtly position my erection, so it wouldn't show, but I couldn't tell if it would work until I stood up. I pretty much knew what the result was going to be anyway. I had a tight pair of shorts on that weren't going to do me any favors even if I did have a small penis. So I stood up and hoped for the best. I only took one step forward when I heard "what have we here?!" I stood still and remained silent while avoiding eye contact. I think she finally achieved what may have been a modest goal of giving her son an erection, thus giving her a sense of accomplishment and sensuality.
"Do you have an erection?" as she began approaching me. I was surprised at how I could barely move or talk. "Cat got your tongue, honey?" I just nodded as I felt my face begin to flush with embarrassment. "Did I do that to you?" I swallowed hard and slowly nodded again. "Let's see what I did to you." I was surprised by her aggressiveness as she reached out to slide her thumbs inside my waistband. I sensed a brief hesitation on her part, as if she was giving me the opportunity to stop her, but like I said, I could barely move or talk at the time. So it wasn't long before I felt my shorts and underwear begin to slide downward. I just looked past my mother and into the kitchen as I felt my clean shaven little erection pop into view as my shorts passed over it. I was wondering what she'd say as I felt my shorts land at my feet. "Wow! Without any hair, you look like you did when you were a little boy! It's been a long time since I've seen you nude, hasn't it?" I gave no reply as she raised each of my knees so I could step out of my shorts. My mother then reached around and gently put her hand on my bottom as she guided me to the dishes. There we were. Both naked, drying dishes. My first time being naked with another woman.
We spent 5 to 10 minutes on the dishes until they were all put away. All the while, my penis stayed very hard. She thanked me for the help and asked me if I was going to stay hard all day. She said this while while lightly running her fingertips along my erection, which sent a jolt through me. "Why don't you find something on TV for us to watch. Don't get dressed. I'll be right back." And she headed down the hall to her room. It really didn't matter much what was on TV. My head was spinning as I stood naked in the living room. A couple minutes passed, and my mother returned wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with underwear clearly on underneath. I don't remember what I chose to watch, and it's not important anyway, considering the situation. My mother laid on the couch on her left side with her left hand between her cheek and a throw pillow at the end of the couch. She patted the couch and said "Lay down here with me." As I walked over, her eyes were gazing at my lightly bouncing 4 inch erection. I sat down and raised my legs onto the couch and assumed a spooning position with my mother. She then moved her right hand, which had been resting on her hip, onto mine. The TV was on, but every inch of my skin that was in contact with my mother was all I could think about. My heart was racing. I don't think I was waiting for something to happen. It was just, how surreal is this? Here I was, cuddling with my own mother, in a sexually aroused state completely exposed to her gaze or touch.
As time was passing, she would occasionally give the impression of getting stiff or uncomfortable. And when that happened, her right hand would slowly inch forward down the front of me. Oh yeah, I was paying attention. It wasn't very long before I felt a fingertip make contact with my smooth balls. A few more sighs and movements and her hand was now completely cupping my bare balls. Nothing was being said as this was going on. Then came the subtle little finger twitches as I felt my balls slightly shift now and again. Eventually, her palm started to flex and her fingers began moving smoothly as she began gently caressing my balls. My legs being together as they were lying on my side, didn't allow much room for her hand, so since my mother's hand was feeling so good, I turned to my right to face the ceiling as best I could and raised my right leg up a bit. This allowed her better access to my balls, and access them she did. There was a much more pronounced lifting, separating, and juggling of my balls as my breathing began to deepen.
"Mmmmmmm. You like this, don't you, Richie?" she whispered in my ear. I just nodded. "I like doing it to you." I started feeling lubrication land on the front of my left hip as my penis began dripping with arousal. Being as small as I am put the drippings close to my mothers hand, and it wasn't long before she felt it. "Oh my, honey. You like this more than I thought." And with that, I felt the palm of her hand rub my balls as she reached for the small pool of lubrication on my hip. I looked down and watched as she slid 3 fingers through the slippery liquid and raised her hand to take a firm grip of my penis for the first time. I felt her hand resting against my bare pubic area as I saw just the head of my cock sticking out above her thumb. She seemed to be just taking in the sensation of having a penis in her hand for the first time in a long time. We both must have been watching her hand hold my cock, because as liquid continued to ooze out of the tip of my penis, she rolled her index finger over the head to the other side to spread the new addition around. She then cocked her wrist and began a slow up and down motion while additionally giving her hand a twist. She quickly spread the lubrication all over my hard shaft, and began a more straight up and down motion. What a feeling that was! I had never done it that way, and it felt wonderful! That was my first time being stroked by another person.
"Turn the TV off, honey. We don't need it on anymore." As soon as I pressed the remote, the squishing sounds of my mother's hand on my erection became much more audible. I could sense her breathing had changed by now as well, as I'm sure she was feeling some level of sexual excitement. A few moments later she said "stand up, honey." I did so as she let go of my penis, as I did so, I turned and faced the couch as she assumed a sitting position in front of me. She immediately took my penis back in her right hand and began stroking again as her left hand began caressing my balls. She started to smile and said "look at my bare baby boy" as she leaned in closer, still looking all over my genital area. Then in one motion, she opened her right hand, closed her eyes, leaned further forward and pressed my erection against her right cheek.
A purring "mmmmmmm" came from inside her as she took in the sensation of having my cock against her face. She then pulled her face away while letting my cock slide along her cheek. She then looked up at me and leaned forward, putting her lips on the head of my penis and gave it a quick kiss while smiling. My leaking never seems to take a break when I'm aroused, and now was no different. As she pulled away from me, my penis and her lips were still connected by a string of lubrication. She took hold of my penis and leaned forward. Out came her tongue for the first time, and she gave my slit a firm single lick which took care of the problem. She closed her mouth and I watched her swallow. It wasn't my cum, but the thought immediately crossed my mind as my cock slightly jumped at the possibility. That was the first time my penis came in contact with another person's mouth.
She still had a hold of my penis after swallowing, and looked up at me again. Once again she returned to the tip and gave it another kiss as she looked into my eyes. This time her lips were softer and allowed the head to make an impression in them. She wasn't quite as quick to part ways with my penis this time either as she appeared to be searching for a reaction from me. All of this felt wonderfully new to me, still being a virgin. So I had to have some sort of look of pleasure on my face. I think she saw that as she leaned forward once again. Only this time, instead of her lips being pursed, we looked into each other's eyes as she opened her mouth and gently took the head of my penis into it. She closed her lips around it as she continued to look into my eyes. I felt the tip of her tongue sliding all over it as my ass cheeks, of all things, tightened, and I wanted to go up on my tip toes. She could tell that I liked what she was doing, and she moved forward as I felt her lips slide along my shaft until her nose easily rested against my pubic bone.
We maintained eye contact as I felt her tongue slide back and forth under my shaft in the wet wonderful warmth of her mouth. "That feels unbelievable, mom." That brought a smile to her face as she closed her eyes, put her hands on my hips and gently pushed them backwards. Her head remained still as I watched my penis begin sliding out of her mouth. As soon as I felt my corona reach her lips, she stopped me and started pulling my hips forward again as I watched my entire penis easily disappear back into her mouth. She repeated this until I started moving my hips on my own. I was now watching my penis slide in and out of my mother's mouth as I thrust back and forth. After a few blissful moments, I briefly stood still, savoring the feelings I was having. I guess my mother wasn't ready to stop, as she began to bob her head back and forth. I could feel her starting to suck harder on my penis as that familiar tingling inside started to build as I began to softly moan and soon told her "I'm ready, mom." She immediately began to slow down until she let my penis out of her mouth.
"I want to watch you finish for me, honey."
"But..." I weakly protested as she stood up and took my hand and guided me back to the couch.
"Lay down and stroke your cock for me."
I laid down as she said, still in a state of bewilderment as to why she stopped. I was so sure she was going to let me cum in her mouth. "I don't do that," I said.
"Do what?"
"Stroke," as I motioned my hand up and down near my penis.
"You do masturbate, don't you?"
"Yeah. Just not like that."
"How else would you do it?"
Even though we had done what we had done so far this late Saturday morning, I had never spoke of or more importantly performed the act of masturbation with or in front of anybody else. So I was a little reluctant and once again felt a rush of embarrassment come over me. She saw my face begin to redden, so she sat down next to me on the edge of the couch. "It's okay. Just do it the way you like to do it. I want to watch." She smiled as she adjusted her clothes so she'd be completely ready to devote all of her attention to what I was about to do.
I thought about the fact that I love my mother and somewhat convinced myself that it would be some level of a bonding moment between a mother and son. I took a deep breath and began to raise my knees, pulling my feet closer to my body. My mother looked back at my legs with a bit of a surprised expression on her face. "Do you want your pictures?"
"You know about them?!" I was mortified.
"Of course I do, silly. Want them?"
I just shook my head. My right hand was just kind of fiddling around on my stomach as I continued to build the courage to begin. I guess it was now or never as I slowly moved my hand with four fingers together straight out side by side. My middle finger made first contact with my erection as I began to push it down between my slightly parted legs. The silence in the room seemed to magnify the sound of the skin from my penis and thighs rubbing together. I closed my legs together and looked at my mother. I then pushed my hips forward and parted my legs enough for my penis to pop free, while again rubbing my thighs as it went past. She seemed to take great delight in seeing a penis used a different way for masturbating. I repeated the pushing down, hip thrusting, and popping my penis free with a slow and gradual increase in speed for my mother's viewing pleasure. I moved my left hand above my mother's left leg and thigh and let it come to rest on top of her shorts, immediately thinking about how close my hand was to her pussy. This prompted her to reach out and start to run her fingers through my hair, tilting her head with an adoring smile. She returned her gaze to my hard penis moving in between my legs. I heard a soft rush of air come out of her nose as she slowly shook her head. She must have started reminiscing, as she said "It's been a long time since I sucked a cock. Too long." My mother has never been one to mince words or avoid a topic of conversation, but sex was never one I heard her talk about until now. I was taken aback by this sudden statement, but surprised myself by continuing the dialogue.You like doing that?"
"Very much," as she slowly nodded and continued to watch my cock.
"How long has it been?"
"Oh geez, probably about 4 years. Mostly it was when you were younger and I was dating much more often."
"How many guys do you think you dated back then?"
She thought for a moment, "Maybe 15 or 20."
"You didn't do all of them, did you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know. Have sex, or suck."
Without hesitation she replied "No. I didn't have sex with all of them. A few I did. That seemed to be what most of them wanted though. I found that the guys I didn't want to have sex with, were more than happy to at least get a blow job. I know most got at least one blow job from me... Many got more than one." And she almost laughed at that revelation. I hesitated at the next question, not quite sure I wanted to hear the answer. But I couldn't help myself.
"How did they look?"
"Most were pretty good looking. Why?"
"No. I mean how big were they?"
"You mean their penises?"
"Yeah. When they were hard."
I think she sensed the trepidation in my voice, and tried to choose her words carefully. "They were all different sizes. I didn't measure them."
"Were any bigger than me?"
She couldn't dance around that question. She hesitated before saying "Yes. All of theirs were bigger than yours. But every guy doesn't have a big penis. There are lots of men out there that are your size."
"What is my size, mom?" My heart unexpectedly began to beat faster as I suddenly realized what I wanted to hear.
"What do you want me to say?!" as she temporarily looked up at my face. "Do you want me to say you have a small penis? Okay, you have a small penis! How's that? Happy now?" I smiled slightly and quickened my pace. "I still love you, honey. You know that. And so will the special woman that is going to come into your life. Now rub your little cock and cum for your mother" she giggled as she returned to watching my penis. That's pretty much all I needed to hear as I went as fast as I could, almost causing the couch to shake. I quickly felt my impending orgasm build, and clamped my legs tightly together with just the head of my penis visible as I stuck my fingers between my thighs and rubbed the top side of my erection as I felt the first spurt of cum shoot out onto my legs. I thrust my hips forward and kept rubbing as the next spurt shot out. Mom said "That's a good boy," as a third spurt landed on my legs. A few trickles more and I was done and exhausted. "Don't move," as my mother got up and returned with a couple paper towels. She put one underneath my legs to catch any drips and wiped up the majority of semen that was on my legs. That was the first time I masturbated in front of anybody.. awoke Sunday morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee as the sun came through my partially closed blinds landing mostly on my bed. I was inspired to sleep in the nude after yesterday's events, which isn't a normal occurrence living at home, even with a door to give me privacy. It felt good to feel kind of free underneath the sheet, and looking down, it was evident from the tent in my sheet, my cock was in agreement as I was sporting morning wood. Although male biology would suggest sleeping naked has very little to do with waking to an erection. I reached underneath the sheet and took hold of my cock while thinking about the excitement I felt being completely exposed to, and sucked by my mother less than 24 hours ago. Even though she didn't finish the job, it was an amazing feeling having my penis inside another person for the first time. I was eager to have my mother see me naked again, in spite of all the efforts through the years to do otherwise. Would she be naked again like she was yesterday? I hoped so. So I threw the sheet aside and before getting out of bed, I propped my pillow up and just took in the view of my nakedness as slivers of sunlight ran across my body.
I was tempted right then, while I had my morning wood, to try stroking my penis for the first time, like mom thought I would on the couch. After a brief deliberation I thought, "why not?" So I took hold of my circumcised penis and slowly pulled all the way down as I watched the spongy surface of the head become taut and shiny. My slit opening slightly as my hand came to rest on my body. I looked at it for a moment and then started moving my hand upward as the head sort of shrugged as it quickly disappeared into my fist. As I began a slow deliberate rhythm, enjoying what I was feeling with my new way of self-pleasuring, my mind took an unexpected detour to the little bits of porn I had seen the past year or so. Mostly on the internet. I wondered what it would be like to be as big as the guys on the screen. Many able to have both hands on their cock with room to spare! Here I was, practically able to make mine disappear inside one average sized hand. I don't know why, but the considerable disparity in size between me and the porn guys, and my mother's, somewhat forced by me, 'little cock' comment yesterday caused this tingling throughout my entire body that I can only describe as a kind of magnified, delicious helplessness and inadequacy. I was beginning to take some unexpected pleasure in having a small penis. I wasn't sure what I could do about it, or if I needed to do anything about it. But I knew I felt it.
I spent a little while longer stroking away, and decided that was enough fondling for the moment. So I got out of bed and made my way to the door without putting anything on. I noticed my door was ajar and I wasn't certain if I had closed it completely or not last night. Maybe mom looked in on me when she got up. I nervously looked down at my slightly bouncing cock as I walked down the hallway. Recent events aside, I still wondered if I might be overstepping my boundaries. My concerns immediately washed away as I appeared in the dining room to see my mother, dressed in my favorite negligee, sitting with her elbows on the table, holding a cup of coffee with both hands. She turned her head and her eyes immediately went to my erection. "Well good morning, sleepyhead. I guess it doesn't matter if you're asleep OR awake today," as she smiled and nodded her head toward my hardness, while unintentionally answering my question about my door.
"Yeah. I wish it would go away," trying to sound as casual as I could while stopping three feet away from my mother's side, very much wanting her to just continue looking at my naked body. Silence followed, and I found myself panicking while searching for conversation. The best I could come up with was, "I just tried stroking myself, like you said." I mentally rolled my eyes in my head at the choice.
"How'd it go?," her eyebrows raised.
"I liked it. I'll have to try it all the way some time. It felt good."
"I kind of figured it would," she replied while returning her visual attention to my penis. Letting go of her coffee cup with her left hand, she reached out and lightly lifted my balls with her fingertips. "I must say, I like the clean shaven look you have. I just may have to try it sometime," as she used her thumb and forefinger to move my shaft up, down, right, and left. "How long have you been doing this?"
"I don't know. It's been a while."
"Aunt Linda is gonna be surprised when I tell her this," as she returned her hand to her cup.
"Aunt Linda?! Why does she have to know anything?"
"Honey, I tell her everything. We haven't had any secrets since we were little girls."
"When you say everything, do you mean EVERYTHING?"
She smiled and said "Yes I do."
"Does it matter that I rather you didn't?"
"Nope."
My morning wood began to subside as the jolt of this revelation hit me. This was supposed to be just between me and mom.
Aunt Linda is married to Uncle Bob. They have two daughters, Stephanie and Rachel. Both in their early 20's. She is five years older than my mother, quite attractive, and had a similar build. Her breasts were slightly larger and her hair was the same shade of brown, but straight, and fell down past the shoulders a few inches. She was always the quieter of the two, which somehow added to my surprise when told they talk about everything.
"You don't think she would tell Rachel and Steph anything, do you?" My mind was reeling at the thought of these private things being conveyed to my cousins as well.
"Noooo... Well, I doubt it... They do have a very good relationship... I can't see her telling them." She paused in thought once more, "Maybe though," as she shrugged her shoulders, tilted her head, and took another sip of coffee.
I went to the kitchen, got my cereal, and returned to the table, sitting down next to my mother. I tried desperately to think of a way to change her mind while I ate, but failed at every turn. It seemed like the longest breakfast I ever had. I finally finished and got up to put my bowl in the sink. Mother arose and followed right behind me, placing her empty cup on the counter. "Be a dear and take care of these, please." She placed her hands on my shoulders and gave me a loose hug from behind followed by a peck on my left shoulder. While thanking me, she slid her left hand down my left arm and took hold of my hand as her right hand ran down my back to my ass. In one motion she gently squeezed my hand as she gave me a light spank. Before her hand left my ass I heard "I want you to stay undressed." She then left the room.
My mind started racing at the possibilities that may lie ahead as my penis quickly stiffened again. After I cleaned up and put everything away, I made my way to the living room and found my mother fully dressed once again, like yesterday. Only this time, sitting comfortably in her favorite chair. She had her cellphone ready and clicked a photo before I knew what was happening. I tried covering up but was way too late. "Hey! What are you doing?!"
Without answering my question, she said "You weren't hard when I left you. What happened? Did you touch yourself while I was getting changed? I thought you needed the couch for that."
"No. I just cleaned up like you asked. What's with the cellphone?"
"I'm your mother. I wanted a picture of you in case you weren't around and I wanted to see my baby boy in his birthday suit." She examined the photo, smiled and slid the phone into her pocket. "Why don't you go take a shower. I have to make a couple of calls anyway." I did need a shower. I was about to walk into my bedroom to pick out shorts and a t-shirt for after the shower, when I remembered what mom said about not getting dressed. So instead, I made a left turn into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the water. Once the water warmed to my liking, I stepped in and soaked my whole body. It felt really good. I spent probably 5 to 10 minutes soaking and washing everything except what I like to save for last. So I got the washcloth extra sudsy and made sure to coat my cock and balls with a generous amount of slippery soap.
In the past, I hadn't thought of my mother during this fairly regular shower ritual, but today was different. I was completely focused on the fact that she was only two or three feet away from me right now on the other side of the bathtub wall sitting in her chair. I stepped back still facing the warm water streaming out of the shower head. Hunched over slightly, I pushed my full but not yet hard cock between my thighs, and let it come back out. Less than ten repetitions, and I was fully hard. I started wiggling my cock between my thighs, imagining that I was inside my first wet pussy. It had to feel at least that good, didn't it?
I turned to my right and faced the wall, imagining my mother had turned around and could see what I was doing. A smile on her face as she watched her baby all grown up fondling his soapy hard little cock. I looked down and watched as the head kept disappearing between my legs. Enjoying the wonderful sensations. A white beard of soap created from my actions broke away from underneath my thighs and splattered on the bathtub floor just as I was closing my eyes to finish my session in the shower. My eyes had barely closed, still facing the wall, when I heard the shower curtain slide open. There was mom, cellphone raised up to her face, "Surprise! I couldn't resist. I heard the water hitting the bathtub floor and kind of figured this is what you were doing. Why are you facing the wall? You weren't imagining I was... You naughty boy! My baby is a naughty boy!," as a wicked smile crept onto her face. I froze again, like I did yesterday. My hand still had my erection pushed between my legs. I looked at her, not needing to say a word. "No, I'm not going to take any pictures." She paused briefly, "I thought a short video would be nice!" Her voice lowered to a whisper as her mouth exaggerated the pronunciation of her words, "It's recording. Keep going!... Just this one time!" as she encouraged me to resume my self-pleasuring. "Turn this way just a little, so we get a nice side view!," she directed in hushed tones. "Let it go!" I finally stood up and allowed my hard cock to spring forth from it's hiding place. "Go ahead! Play with your little cock!"
There was that magic word again. It released me from my semi-motionless state, and I pushed it back between my legs and let go, knowing it would pop out hard and straight. I repeated this pop-goes-the-weasel maneuver a few times, which prompted me to press and rub my bare skin just above my cock, causing it to bounce up and down even more wildly for mother. While standing up straight, trying to look as big as possible, I stuck my erection out as far as it could go. I grabbed the soap and reached into the falling shower water while rubbing it into my hands to get some new lubrication. I put the soap down and took hold of my cock with my right hand and my balls with my left, and started lathering both back up. "Do it that way!," mom whispered. I looked at her, hesitated for a moment, then realized she wanted me to stroke my cock. I started sliding my fist back and forth on my shaft as my mother smiled and nodded her approval while still recording. It did feel good. I started rubbing my balls a little rougher as my stroking gradually picked up speed. I then started spreading soap all around my cock with my left hand as I could feel my orgasm begin to build. By now I was stroking at a pretty furious pace, to my mother's delight, and I knew I had little time left.
Just then a thought crossed my mind, and I stopped, if only for a few seconds. Mom looked up from the cellphone wondering what I was doing. I thought about what it might be like to have sex, and while still gripping my cock, I changed my motion. I kept my fist still, and began thrusting my cock in and out of my hand. I squeezed tighter on my cock as I fucked my imaginary slippery pussy. It didn't take long before I had finished about 10 lunges into my hand, and I felt my balls tighten and my legs wobble slightly. I lost my balance a little bit as I pushed into my fist as hard as I could, going up on my tip toes with every thrust. I took 3 or 4 steps just to keep from falling. It must have been quite a sight for mom. Just the tip of my cock was visible outside my hand when my orgasm began. My back arched, and I let out a muffled grunt as my body spasmed, and out came the first rope of cum, almost reaching the drain. I held that position for a second, pulled back, and thrust forward again. I froze as another rope shot forth. I heard mom let out a little squeal of delight. A couple more weak spurts, and I was done. I still felt a certain level of embarrassment masturbating in front of mother, but a new found excitement was beginning to do battle with the embarrassment. "Thank you, honey. You're such a good boy." And just as quickly as she appeared, mom left, leaving the door open behind her.
Weeks went by, with new patterns emerging in our household. No longer was my mother ever seen completely naked. Now it was I who wasn't wearing any clothes. Not all the time, by any stretch. But if mom saw me naked, she might say "You don't need to put anything on for a while," or if dressed, she could be reading the newspaper, not even look up, and say "Get your clothes off and come visit with me for a while." I would always do it. She was kind of like my pseudo girlfriend as well as my mother. I would gladly get naked for a girlfriend, if I was to ever finally have one. So why not my mother too? There was very little touching involved during the day or evening, although she did like to give my penis a playful grab now and then. I would respond by making a half hearted attempt to reach for her nipples. She would just lightly slap my hands away and giggle as she went about whatever she was doing.
Another change involved my bedroom. It wasn't an etched in stone rule, but mom preferred that I now sleep in the nude. It was early summer at the time, and with no air conditioning, I didn't put up much of an objection. So I would almost always sleep in the nude with just a bed sheet. And on exceptionally warm evenings, no sheet at all. Weekend mornings I could sleep as long as I wanted, but weekdays, if I was still sleeping, my mother would wake me up to make sure she got to say goodbye before leaving for work. It was these mornings where, if a sheet was used or not the night before, I would quite often awake uncovered, to find my mother sitting on the side of my bed either gazing at or fondling my penis. There were mornings where I might awake from my slumber to see her stroking my cock, and I'd just smile, wondering how we ever got to this point in our relationship. She'd smile back at me and, if she had the time, speed up and make sure I at least got hard. Every once in a while, she was able to make me cum on myself before she had to leave. My mother was the first person to masturbate me to orgasm.
One weekday morning I woke up a little earlier (and hornier) than normal. I saw the door was still closed, so mom hadn't been in to see me. I got out of bed with a raging morning hard-on and made my way to the door. Opening the door, I stuck my head out and peered to my right and left. She wasn't in the bathroom or her bedroom, so I proceeded down the hall to the living room, and she wasn't there either. I softly walked past the dining room table and peeked into the kitchen. There was mom, looking very nice in a white blouse, coral skirt that stopped just below the knee, and a pair of bone colored high heels. She was making her lunch on the counter. I tried to sneak up behind her to give her a hug, but before I got there I heard her say "Good morning Rich," as she focused on her preparations.
I came up behind her as I said good morning, and lifted her skirt high enough to push my cock forward and make contact with her panties. I also wrapped my arms around her front, not really trying to put them anywhere in particular. But they ended up lightly squeezing her breasts as I completed my good morning hug. "Oh my, honey! A little excited this morning, are we?" I didn't stop to think about whether I should have done that or not, but was somewhat relieved by her casual tone. There was no resistance to my hug as mom continued making lunch. I held on while watching her finish making her sandwich. I ended up being pleasantly surprised when I felt her nipples begin to harden and poke at the insides of my forearms. Has she wanted me to do this for a while now? When she finished her sandwich, I needed to let go, but while I had the chance, I decided to let both my hands run lightly over her nipples as I removed them from her chest. I didn't step back for her, so in her tight space she turned around, all the while my erection rubbed against her ass, hips and eventually her front. The tip of my cock came to rest right in the little gap between her legs. She had a funny look on her face as she raised both hands to my face and held it as she gave me a kiss on the lips. "I have to get going," she said in a lower voice. She kissed me again, and put her arms around my neck to give me a hug goodbye. She let go and I stepped back, allowing the front of her skirt to fall back down as my cock came back into view. Before walking away, she took hold of my erection, smiled, and in a soft tone, said "You're a naughty boy!"
Mom went off to work, and I decided to spend the entire day around the house naked. I'd never done that before, but these new sensations of arousal were creeping into my daily decision making. A load of laundry and a lot of computer time filled the morning and afternoon quite easily, and before I knew it, mom would be arriving home soon. I decided I'd surprise her by making dinner. I was no chef when it came to the kitchen as a 19 year old, but I was confident I could make a simple spaghetti dinner, complete with salad, garlic bread and a glass of wine for mom. As I prepared dinner, still naked mind you, my thoughts went to just having mom home. My penis rapidly hardened as I imagined mom walking through the door. I couldn't wait for her to be home. I wanted to be near her.
Another 15 minutes, and there she was. Walking through the door into the kitchen, she smiled at me and immediately looked down at my erection. "Well, well, well. Who'd have thought I'd be welcomed home by a naked handsome young man? More couch time, or just happy to see me?"
"Happy to see you." I treated that statement as more of a confession than she was aware. A wave of warmth ran through me as I spoke the words. Could she see it in my face? "I made dinner."
"I see that. And I smell that. It smells good. Thank you, honey!" She lifted the lid to the sauce to take a peak, and the headed into the dining room. "I'll be back in sec."
I made our plates while she was out of the room, and put them with the salad and garlic bread on the table. Her glass of wine being full as well. She returned shortly thereafter, still in her outfit she wore to work. There was one difference, though. She had removed her bra and undid the top four buttons on her blouse. Her hardened nipples were on full display, poking at the fabric, moving around ever so slightly, as she walked. This was a pleasant surprise to be sure! She no doubt caught me looking as she approached the table to sit down. I don't know if she knew it would happen or not, but when she sat, her blouse would open at certain points in her movements, exposing a good portion of her right breast. The line that formed on the underside of her breast as it protruded from her chest was visible at times during dinner. She at least outwardly, ignored any exposure of herself as she ate. Dinner consisted of some idle chatter and my constant glances at mother's chest. I wanted to reach over and feel my first bare breast so badly, but I refrained.Once dinner ended, mom arose from the table, "I'll do the dishes. It's the least I could do. Thank you so much, sweetie," as she began to collect the dirty dishes. In reaching over to take my dishes, her blouse fell away from her body, and I got a much desired view down her top at both her breasts. They still possessed a firmness for a woman in her early forties, that made them look just beautiful, hanging and swaying away from her chest. Mom intentionally fumbled with my dishes to give me a longer look, I'm sure. My eyes returned to her face, to find her looking back at me with a bit of a smile. Even though her acts were deliberate, I still managed to blush at being caught peeking.
"Not bad, huh?," my mother asked as she walked with a bit of a strut to the kitchen. "Do you like my boobs?"
"I do" was the extent of my reply.
She turned the hot water on and plugged the sink, placing the dirty dishes and pots from the stove in the water to soak. "I think I'll let everything soak for a bit," as she waited for all to be submerged in the water. I pushed my chair back and faced my legs toward the kitchen to get up, when mom turned the water off and quickly stood in front of me. She looked down at her blouse and unbuttoned two more buttons, leaving one visible above her skirt and maybe one hidden underneath. She raised her arms above her head and stretched while turning her her head and making a little "mmh" noise. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric. She then lowered her arms and leaned forward, putting her hands on my knees. Once again completely exposing her chest to me.
"May I give you a thank you kiss for a wonderful dinner, honey?"
My eyes were glued to her breasts. "Sure," as I looked back up to her face.
She smiled and puckered her lips, and for a split second began to lean toward my face. Anticipating her kiss, I got my lips ready, when her direction changed. Instead, she lowered her head down to my erection and gave my head a kiss. "Thank you, honey." I'm not sure if one glass of wine could lower her inhibitions, but she went back down and kissed it again. "Thank you, sweetie. You're such a good boy." With that, she put her lips back on the tip, took a deep breath, and let my cock slide into her moist mouth. I was in heaven as mother's breasts softly patted the tops of my legs as she went up and down on my penis. I couldn't get enough. It felt like it was her way of showing me she loved me, instead of just telling me. Those thoughts and feelings were racing through my mind and body for a few precious moments, when she abruptly stopped and stood up. She smiled as she buttoned her blouse back up while looking down at my cock. She then turned and walked toward the hallway presumably to get changed. As she went out of view, I heard a final "thanks again, sweetie!"
I saw my mother's door was closed as I returned to my room. I left my door open as I took a seat in front of my computer, which was along the wall to the left of the doorway. With the things that have been running through my head lately, especially tonight's dinner, I thought I might see what I could find regarding mother and son relationships. A couple quick searches, and I easily found websites featuring large amounts of incest stories. Whether truthful or not, I took greater interest in the stories that claimed to be true. Mother and I hadn't gone that far, but it sure seemed like things were somewhat headed in that direction. I had no idea how far my mother would go with what she was doing. All I knew was, I was willing to learn all I could, and I had a developing attraction to my mother.
I had spent about an hour enjoying most of the stories I read, when I heard my mother's door open. I clicked off the internet as she leaned in to my room. "I had a nice little nap. Come on out and sit with me for a while." I got up and followed behind her, trying as best I could to get rid of the leakage resulting from the reading, by rubbing it into my skin. She had changed into a loose pair of shorts and t-shirt as I watched her ass wiggle down the hallway. As she sat at one end of the couch, she said "Sit next to me, honey." I sat down, and she immediately took hold of my penis with her right hand. Her eyes were looking all over my face as she started stroking me. "Did you have a good day today?"
I was fighting the urge to reach up and reciprocate with a hand of my own. "It was okay."
"What did you do... besides make dinner?" Her eyes went down to my cock and back to my face as she spoke.
"Just some laundry and the computer. Time went by quick."
"Were you naked all day? During work, I was wondering if you got dressed after I left this morning."
"I was. This is the first day I've been naked from start to finish. At least so far today, anyway."
"I probably don't need to tell you I enjoy seeing my baby boy naked. Do I?" She adjusted her sitting position by turning a bit toward me, and reached her left hand over, and began lightly alternating caresses to my balls and above my cock while continuing to stroke with her right. "You feel so good being smooth shaven down there. Do you like me touching you down there?"
"Very much." I slid my butt a little forward, toward the edge of the cushion and tried to push my hips up to give her as much access as I could to what little I had.
"Thank you, honey... That helps," as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. She leaned back, still looking into my eyes, "I haven't actually said this yet, even though I've done it a bit already, but here it goes... I want to suck your cock. May I suck my wonderful son's cock?" She leaned forward again and kissed me on the shoulder as she looked down at her hands fondling me.
I gasped at her words, and my heart started racing. "Yes."
"Yes, what?... I want to hear you say it, honey."
My desire to have her do so was burning within. "I want you to suck my cock, mom. Put my cock in your mouth."
Believe it or not, the house phone rang just as she started to lean forward. Mom held onto my cock and picked up the cordless phone lying on the end table. "Hello... Oh, hi Lin." I've always liked my Aunt Linda, until this very moment! Mom continued to stroke and look at my cock as she carried on a conversation with her sister. "You know. Same thing, different day... Richie made me dinner tonight... Yes he is... Did you get what I sent?... What did you think?... Me too... I'm trying." A few more minutes went by, and she said, "Okay. Say hello to everyone for me." And instead of hanging up, mom tells me "Your Aunt Linda wants to talk to you."
"Are you kidding me?!" I thought, as she handed me the phone. Looking at my mother, I motioned my hand up and down my body, with my eyes practically bulging out of my head. "Look at what we're doing!" I mouthed to my mother.
She just smiled and whispered "It'll be fine. Say hello to your aunt."
"Hi Aunt Linda."
"How's Rich doing?"
"I'm fine." My mother started kissing my left arm, while continuing to fondle my cock as I spoke.
"How did school go this semester?" I had the phone in my right hand, so mother was able to lift my left arm and put it behind her head and onto her shoulders.
No sooner was my arm around my mother, than she began to lower herself down to my penis. Apparently being on the phone with her sister didn't matter. I tried to sound like nothing was happening as I spoke, but that proved very difficult. I was telling Aunt Linda my grades exactly when I felt my penis enter my mother's mouth. I could hear my voice waver as I spoke.
"Is everything okay?," Aunt Linda queried.
"Yeah. I was just shifting on the couch a bit."
"Are you sure that was why?"
"Yeah... Why?"
"It just sounded a little more awkward than that... You know your mother and I have no secrets with each other, right?"
"Yeah." I started to get an additional warm sensation surge through my body, that had nothing to do with what my mother was doing. Something embarrassing was about to happen.
"Your mother said you've been spending a lot of time around the house with no clothes on... Is that true?"
I was trying to think of something to say. "What?... She said that?"
"Uh huh... She says you're always sporting a little erection... I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it for myself."
"What?!... What do you mean, see it for yourself?!" My mother looked up with a knowing glance and a soft giggle, and went back to concentrating on sucking my cock.
"She sent a picture and video of you to me... Like I said, we have no secrets."
"Mom!" Mother ignored my reaction and continued to tend to my penis.
"By the way, I doubt there are many sons that would allow their mother to see, let alone record them in the shower. Good for you... Interesting between the legs technique you use. I've never seen that before... You know, your mother just wants to share what's important in her life with me... She's very proud of you... And she loves you."
"I know," as I slowly resigned myself to the fact that my aunt now knows what I look like naked... and then some.
"I'll be up to visit in a week or two."
"Just you?"
"Yup. I have a couple things to take care of nearby, so I'll stop by for a while. Don't get dressed on my account, while I'm there," she said while laughing.
"We'll see," I responded, unsure of what to say.
"Say goodbye to your mother for me, and I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye."
I closed my eyes and concentrated on how good mother was making me feel. Now was not the time to get into her letting other people see me naked. I looked down at her, fully engrossed in what she was doing, and lightly placed my right hand on the back of her head. Talking to my aunt, must have loosened my lips, because I started talking more to my mother. "Keep sucking, mom... It feels so good in your mouth... You can tell Aunt Linda all about it later... Tell her you like sucking my cock." I was trying to sound a little dirty.
Mom raised her head just long enough to say "She already knows." She then returned my penis to her mouth and started sucking harder. Seconds later, she raised up again. Catching her breath as she stroked me with her left hand, she said "Cum for me, honey... Be a good boy and get your little cock to squirt for me."
That set my insides on fire, and I used both hands to push mother's head back down as I felt the welcoming warmth of her mouth once again. It was tough, being in a sitting position, to push my hips up to meet her bobbing, but I managed to somewhat do it. Very soon after, it felt like she let me take control of the moment, to make sure I felt as good as possible. She willingly let me move her head up and down as I thrust my penis into her mouth as best I could. I wondered "How could she love me any more than this?," as I felt her tongue dance around my cock, and she resumed sucking hard. It wasn't much longer, when I felt that familiar tingle. I was about to release my milky white cum. I didn't know if mother wanted to watch or not, but I decided I would keep my cock in her mouth and let her taste me. I was right on the edge.
"Here it comes, momma!" I don't know why I chose such a childhood word for my mother. It just felt right at the time. I could feel no effort on her part, to remove my penis from her mouth, but I still held her head down as my body tightened. I felt the first spasm hit and was surprised at how intimate it felt, having another person willing to allow me to shoot my semen into their mouth. I gave a half-hearted thrust while still in her mouth, and felt a second shot of semen release. Mother stayed rather still until I finished filling her mouth. When she could tell I was done, she sat up with her mouth closed. A loving look was in her eyes as I watched her swallow. She said nothing for a few seconds, and swallowed a second time, licking her lips as she leaned forward to give me a kiss on the lips. It was a soft loving kiss. I could taste what had to be remnants of my cum from her lips.
"I love you, honey... Thank you for letting me do that."
My mother was the first person to let me cum in their mouth.
I must say, things changed a bit, after what mom let me do in her mouth the other night. For one, I now had a greater desire to find out how other things felt sexually. It was so amazing! As a result, I became more assertive in my pursuit to get those answers. Also, it seemed to get rid of any filter my mother may have had, when it came to saying things she was thinking, and how she chose to say them. She no longer thought twice about how to speak to her son, which was okay. It just took a little getting used to hearing more graphic and blunt thoughts from mom. It was almost like I could have been an adult confidant. Like my Aunt Linda probably is.
A case in point would be one evening she kept me company while I took a shower. She volunteered to dry me once I finished. Getting my okay, she proceeded to do so. And when she was running the towel over my genitals, she sighed, "Rich, your poor mother could sure use a nice big cock... A real one. Not a rubber one, you know?... Just once... That would at least get me through to Christmas," she said with a giggle.
"A rubber one?" I asked.
"Yeah. Don't get me wrong. I have a nice 8 incher I use sometimes," waving her hand across the front of her body in a dismissive fashion. "But it's not the same as the real thing. I'm the one pushing that big rubber cock inside me." She took a long pause, letting her eyes drift off in thought while still holding my penis with the towel. "Just give me one night with a guy that has 7 or 8 inches." Her nose crinkled and she partially laughed while saying, "Just pound away and wear me out. Is that too much to ask?" she wondered, as she looked up at me with a smile.
"Maybe I could help out sometime?" I suggested nervously. It was the first time I had ever made reference to fucking my own mother.
"Maybe you could," she replied, with an extremely caring, motherly smile.
If I was an expert at reading facial expressions, I'd say there wasn't much chance of going all the way with mom.
The next few days passed by with nothing of note happening. But that all changed Friday evening. Mother excused herself after dinner, and went to take a shower. I went back to my bedroom to remove what little clothing I had on, and then returned to the living room to watch a little television. As time passed by, it dawned on me that mother was taking a longer shower than normal. I would find out soon enough why that was.
I finally heard the bathroom door open, and mother appeared, dressed in her bathrobe. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, returned, and sat down in her chair, since I was laying on the couch, taking up all three cushions. No words were spoken as we both watched the last half of Wheel Of Fortune. Mother got up to refill her glass as the show ended. Now, I didn't drink alcohol yet, but it sure seemed like she drank that first glass rather quickly. She poured another glass of white zinfandel and exited the kitchen. She got to the end of the dining room table and stopped before crossing the imaginary line separating the dining room from the living room. She put her glass on the table and with a sly smile on her face, announced, "Richie, I have a surprise for you."
That drew my attention away from the television. "Really? Did you buy me something? Is it my birthday? I don't see any presents," I joked.
"No, silly. I didn't buy you anything. This didn't cost a penny."
"Well, what's the surprise then?"
"Are you ready?"
I nodded.
She took a deep breath, "I look like you now."
"We're related, mom. Of course you do," I said coyly.
"Not that. I'm as bare as my baby boy!"
"You shaved?"
"Uh huh. Just now, in the shower. Wanna see?"
She watched as my exposed flaccid penis quickly hardened at the unexpected offer. I was about to get the best view of my mother's vagina that I ever had.
"I do! Let's see!" as I sat up in anticipation.
She took another sip of wine, put the glass down, and walked over, stopping right in front of me. The light from the end table enhanced my impending view. Mother then reached down below the tie in her robe and pulled both sides apart, exposing her legs. She then pulled the robe opening up to her belly button. And there it was. My mother's bare, clean shaven vagina. There were no folds sticking out. No skin blemishes. No nothing. It was a nice, neat, everything in its place pussy. It was perfect.
"Mom, it's beautiful," sounding almost in awe.
"Thank you, honey," she said with a bit of pride and satisfaction. "Feel how smooth it is."
I reached up with my right hand, almost trembling, and placed it on her pubic area, just a foot or so away from my face.
"Feel around."
I started moving my hand around, above, and to the sides of what she may have wanted me to touch most of all. My thumb grazed over the top of her soft lips and rubbed against a little bump, causing her body to twitch a bit. Her eyes were closed as I looked up at her face.
"Go lower, honey," she said in a soft voice.
I stuck my index finger out, and very slowly and lightly, touched the top of her slit, and let it slide down to the bottom. I turned my hand palm up, and slid my finger back up the same way. I could just feel a hint of wetness. I wanted more. So I put my index fingers of both hands together at the top of her slit, and started down again. This time using a little pressure, pulling her oh so soft, moist lips apart enough to see her pink wetness inside. I couldn't believe how slippery her insides were. After I reached the bottom, I brought my thumbs into play as well. I put my thumbs together about 3 inches below my index fingers, placed all four on her slit and pulled mother's lips wide apart, and held it open while I gazed at its shiny pinkness. I heard mother's robe land on the floor. I looked up at my naked mother. Her chin buried in her left shoulder, eyes still closed, running her fingers through her hair. Her adorable pink nipples looked to be reaching for the sky as her breasts heaved.
Her hands went to her breasts, and she began kneading them. "Kiss my... cunt." She sounded like she didn't want to use that word. But letting me touch her seemed to take our actions to another level for her. Stroking and sucking me was one thing. This apparently, was something more. A barrier may have just crumbled away.
I looked at her exposed pink flesh for a moment longer, then let her lips close back together. I put my hands on her hips and leaned forward. She seemed to be pushing her hips forward as well, wanting to feel the warmth of a kiss down below. My lips were a little firm as they touched their first vagina. My mother's lips easily gave way as I pressed my kiss onto her. I could smell a sweet scent emitting from inside her, as I kissed a second time. My natural instincts must have taken over, because with my mouth centered on my mother's slit, I stuck my tongue out. It pushed inside her as I licked upward. She gasped and shook at the unexpected sensation, which made me think she liked what I did. So I pulled my head away, and went down as low as I could, and pushed my tongue inside again. Slowly, I licked up to the top, continuing to taste my first vagina. I liked it. My hard cock twitched at this realization.
My mother placed her hands on my head as I continued to lick her. After a few more moments of licking had passed, she said "Stand up, honey," as she took a step back. I arose from the couch. There we were, standing naked in front of each other, filled with sexual arousal. She looked at me, clearly searching for what to do or say next. I didn't wait for any words as I reached up and filled my hands with her breasts. My first ever. They were so soft. She took hold of my hard little penis with her thumb and index finger, while still thinking. I had been dripping excitement, and she spread what remained, on my head and shaft. As she began stroking me, I let go of her breasts, and focused on her wonderful long pink nipples. I put both between my thumbs and index fingers and started rolling them back and forth. She shuddered as I continued, while increasing her stroking with her two fingers. I then just held her nipples, and pulled them upward. Her breasts rose in the air as I did. Her eyes closed again as she stopped stroking me, and just held onto my cock.
It wasn't but a brief moment later, when she let go of my cock, and pulled my arms and hands away from her breasts. She looked at me with a strange look in her eyes, and leaned forward. Her lips were pursed. I knew she was going to kiss me. Our lips met, and I returned her kiss. Our kiss broke momentarily, then came back together. I felt mother's lips part, and I followed her lead. Without any hesitation, she pushed her tongue forward into my mouth. I did the same as our eyes closed, and our naked bodies came together in a full embrace. My cock was pressed upward between us, against her now bare pubic area. Our tongues swirled together as we embraced the building passion.
While enjoying the feeling of mother's nipples poking me in the chest, I pulled my hips back far enough for me to push my erection downward with my left hand. I wanted to be as close to her vagina as I could. When I pushed forward again, my cock was between her legs, and I could now feel her lips pressed against the head and top of my cock. The pressure of my cock had them slightly parted as I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, ecstatic at my first genital contact with my mother. They almost felt like they were melting on top of my cock as her warm moisture began to cover me. She squeezed me tighter to her, as her fire inside grew.
Our passionate kiss finally broke, as my mother took a step back. She looked me in the eyes and grabbed my hand. "Come with me," she said, as we headed toward the hallway. We reached her bedroom, and she led me inside. We reached the foot of her bed, and she turned and took my head in her hands and gave me another kiss. She pulled her head back, still close to my mouth. So close, that I felt her breath, when she said "I want you to lick my cunt again." With that, she sat at the end of her bed and let her body fall back on the mattress while spreading her legs. I got between her legs and went down on my knees. Resting my arms on her legs, I leaned forward and resumed licking my mother.
After doing the same thing for a while, I decided to try something different. I placed my lips on hers, and hardened my tongue as I pushed it out as far as I could. I pressed my face down hard on her, as I pushed my tongue between her lips and inside as best I could. For quite some time thereafter, I ran my hard tongue up and down, wiggling it every once in a while as I went. "Oh, my baby... You've got your mother's cunt as wet as can be... Are you sure you've never been with a girl?... Oh my God!" She was beginning to squirm as I licked her. "Get up here and give me a hug, honey."
As I stood, she used her elbows and legs to crawl up completely on the bed. Her head landed on her pillow as she raised her arms to hold me. I approached her from the foot of the bed as she separated her legs slightly to make room for my knees. When I got up far enough, I lowered myself down onto her as I pushed my hands underneath her back. She wrapped her arms around me and we immediately began another passionate open mouthed kiss. Again, my penis was pressed against her newly shaved pubic area. The fact I was so close to her vagina was all I could think about at that moment. As we kissed, I once again separated our bodies, and pushed my penis down onto her lips again. I lowered myself back down on top of her again.
My mother knew what I wanted, and maybe she wanted it too. She widened the space between her legs and told me "Go ahead, honey."
My heart started racing at the thought of having sex for the first time. I pulled my hips back and pushed forward, awkwardly missing the target. My cock sliding up onto her pubic area. I tried again, and missed. Sliding to her right groin area. "Hang on, honey." She lightly took hold of my four inches with two fingertips and placed the head on her slit. She slid it up and down a couple of times, then held it still. "Okay... Push... Push it in." I carefully pushed forward, and felt my cock slide all the way in. It was wet, warm, slippery, and everything I could have imagined, and more. I loved that there was no hair between us. Just bare skin on bare skin. I stayed still, enjoying my first penetration ever. While I enjoyed the moment, I could feel mother start to caress my cock from inside. I looked at her, and she smiled. "Surprise!" she said quietly.
With that comment, I smiled, and pulled my cock out halfway. I pushed it back in, as I heard, "That's my good little boy." I repeated that motion, and quickly became comfortable doing it. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of my mother. I was so happy she was doing this with me. We wrapped our arms around each other and we put our right cheeks together, as my nose just touched her pillow. I began pumping into my mother in earnest, as I felt her breathing quicken. At that point, I think my enthusiasm got the best of me, as I pulled completely out and missed again when pushing forward. My mother wanted no more of my cock bouncing around outside, so she raised her legs in the air and spread them wide open, holding them up with her hands behind her knees. "Here you go, sweetie. Slide your cock back inside," she instructed.
Her hips were more in the air now, so I got up on my knees and moved up, touching her lips with the head of my cock. She then moved her legs together a bit and rested her calves on my shoulders. Her bare cunt was completely exposed and ready, as I carefully plunged back into her. This position felt like I got more penetration, and lessened the chance of slipping out again. My confidence grew as I went in and out. My inward thrusts began to finish with soft thuds against the back of her upper thighs and ass. I watched, almost in amusement, as mother's breasts shook all over her chest as I pounded away. She then reached down with her right hand, and frantically began rubbing the top of her slit with the tip of her middle finger as slid in and out just below.
"Make me cum, honey... Can you do that?... Can you give your mother an orgasm?" She paused as I picked up the pace. "I want you to cum inside me... Let's cum together... Fill my cunt... Tell me when you're ready, sweetie... Be a good little boy and tell me."
Her breasts were out of control as I went as hard and fast as I could. I finally felt the tingling I'd been waiting for start to build. I was about to cum inside my mother. We were both sweating as I said "I'm ready... It won't be long."
She started rubbing herself even harder and faster. "Make sure you tell me when, sweetie... We're doing this together!... I'm close too!" She started pinching a nipple with her free hand, to make sure she'd finish with me.
Watching her pinch her nipple helped me get to the finish line. "I'm gonna cum now, mom!"
"Okay, sweetie!" as she rubbed furiously and clamped down on her nipple. Mom arched her back and froze as I felt my cock gather strength, and let out a hard shot of semen inside my mother. Mom's body spasmed and quickly froze again, as I pumped my cock while feeling myself shoot again. She had a third spasm and froze. But this time relaxed a bit afterward. "Keep filling my cunt, sweetie!" I pumped in and out a few more times and could feel more fluid shoot inside her, but that was it. I was exhausted! I let her legs off my shoulders and lay back on the bed, as I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing pretty heavily. I quickly rolled off her onto my back as we both caught our breath.
"You were wonderful, honey... I would never have thought that was your first time... My son the sex machine!" She smiled, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
That was the first time I ever had sex.
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