Where it happened: At home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
First, let me assure you that this is totally truthful. I am much to old to care about making up stories about my first time.
When I was a lad, my dad was an abusive alcoholic. Many are the times I would be reduced to sheer terror watching him beat by mother while he was roaring drunk. This particular incident happened when I was 13 years old. My mother had just received word that my dad was in jail yet again for getting into a fight in a bar. We knew he would not be home until Monday morning since back then it took a judge to release you. My mother was sitting on the couch sobbing her eyes out and I sat down beside her and put my arm around her to tell her that everything would be OK. Her sobs gradually subsided and she leaned her head on my shoulder. It was a hot Southern summer and she was wearing shorts and a tank top. As she leaned there I could not help but look down and see her pert small breasts under the shirt and her smooth legs curled beneath her on the couch.
We sat that way for a while silent, her head on my shoulder. I became uncomfortably aware that I was beginning to get an erection. This was my mom and I was really, really embarrassed about it but afraid to move. You see, I had only recently began thinking about sex and masturbating. And I knew that thoughts like that about my mom were wrong, wrong wrong!
She noticed me looking down her shirt and to my surprise asked me if I had ever wondered how it would feel to be breast fed. I was a bottle baby, as were most at the time. She said she had a big regret that she had never experienced feeding me or my sister from her breasts. Much to my surprise I murmured that we could try it now. She looked at me curiously for a long time and then said “Ok”. She pulled her top down to expose a breast and shifted position so that now I had my head in her lap. My lips seemed on their own to find the nipple and I began to suck. She arched her back and started to moan. I stopped and asked her “are you sure about this mom?” “Oh God, yes!” was her reply. I kept sucking her breast and before I know it I was sucking and licking both of them. My hands had begun to wander over her body and she had her eyes closed with a faint smile on her face.
My fingers found their way up her short short leg and I touched her pussy for the first time. She immediately spread her legs to give me better access. After exploring there for a minute or two she gently stopped my hand, lifted my head from her breast and said “you know, you are going to discover sex sooner or later so I may as well teach you all you need to know”. She told me that we would not have to worry about pregnacy since she had a hysterectomy when I was a year old. That began a weekend of the most wonderous sex I have ever experienced, even until now. We made love every way possible. Missionary, doggy style, anal, breast, oral. We began on a Friday night and sometime mid afternoon on Sunday she told me that she was much too sore to continue and that she had no more to teach me anyway. She told me that she would always be there to talk to me about sex, girlfriends, and anything else but that this was the last time that we would make love.
She was true to her word. We never did it again and never spoke of that wonderous weekend again. But whenever I wanted to talk about life or sex she was there. My dad died 10 years later and she never remarried. When I married my wonderful wife, my mom gave me a private wedding present. It was a lock of her pubic hair tied with a pink ribbon. I still have it and look at it frequently. She is now an old lady but I still get a thrill each time I talk to her.
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