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I was fourteen years old when I first made love to my mother. It was as unexpected as it was incredible and it changed my life in ways I could never have imagined.
Of course, I knew about sex by that age, a few of my friends had already experienced it and I got to hear all about it, but I had not myself. I was a confidant and good looking kid though and I had certainly the opportunity, but I was wise enough to be cautious - it was clear that intimacy was not without it's price even at that age. My home life was fine, fairly standard I suppose. I had two sisters, aged ten and twelve and, like many children of our generation, a single mother. Our parents divorced when I was seven and a few years later we relocated about a hundred miles away and after that saw little of my father. My mother had a couple of relationships but in the last couple of years I don't recall her going on more than a date or two. She was still quite youthful at 42 and I can imagine that she still attracted interest, but perhaps she was tired of always going for the wrong type of guy. In any case, life was, for me, pretty good. By no means did I expect what was to happen one autumn afternoon when I got home from school.
My mother was off work and so was at home when I returned after playing football for a while after my last lesson. It was normal for me to get home just in time for dinner with the family, however my sisters weren't home when I arrived and my mother looked ready to go out. Her wavy medium length dark brown hair was done and she was made up, with bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner... the works. She wore a low cut silky dress, cut to mid thigh, which showed off her curvy figure and red heels to complete the look.
"Hi Mum, lookin' good! Off out tonight?" I enquired. "Where are Rachel and Louise?" It was unusual for the girls not to be home for dinner.
"Good evening David." she replied, "The girls are staying with Kim tonight." Kim was my mothers friend from work, they often went out together and Kim had a daughter the same age as Rachel. "Dinner's nearly ready, get changed and I'll put it on the table."
I went to my room and changed out of my school clothes, then headed back to and through to the dining room. Mum had really gone to town, with the lights down and candles on the table, which was odd however I didn't think much of it at the time, perhaps naively but how was I to know what would follow? We sat and had dinner and chatted as usual. Then I remembered that she hadn't answered my earlier question and I asked if she was going out that night - I can't deny that with the house empty I was thinking of spending some time exploring a couple of magazines that I had acquired and getting a little excited at the prospect! She evaded the question again though and left me to assume.
After we finished eating I washed up and joined her in the living room, where she had put on some soft music and was reading. I had thought to watch some TV until she went out, but when I sat down she put her book down and confronted me. You see, to my shame I had recently begun to look through her clothes when I was home alone to find her underwear. That smooth, soft material, not to mention the taboo, really turned me on. I had tried wearing a couple of things, but mainly it was just the feel of the garments against my crotch that sent me wild. I was always careful to put things back as I had found them, but evidently not careful enough.
"I know you've been going through my drawers." she began, turning me immediately red. "It's really not on and you should feel ashamed of yourself." Of course I did very much at that moment, however as I stuttered to try to deny it she continued. "I thought something was going on so I... left a trap for you. I left some things folded a certain way when I knew you'd be in on your own and, surprise, they were folded differently when I checked the next day."
Surprisingly, through my embarrassment I even managed to feel a little indignant at this, however I didn't really feel in a position to voice this! All I managed was a slightly mumbled "Sorry, Mum." with my eyes cast down as I couldn't look in hers. At this point though I was given a shock.
"That's okay David, and I guess I understand." That comment made me look up in surprise. "I know it's not easy growing up when you've got all these hormones running wild, making you do crazy things!" If a little patronising, it was a lifeline I was grateful for. But she went on... "In fact, it's made me realise just how much you've grown up and what trouble you're capable of getting yourself into if you're not careful." I detected a hint of a smile as she said this. What was she getting at?
"What do you mean, Mum?" I felt brave enough to ask.
"I'm sure you know quite well what I mean. I know it's not a comfortable subject, ,but it's important that you know about sex before you go out and get some little girl pregnant. I am, after all, your mother and it's my responsibility to make sure you have everything you need. I'd planned to talk to you about this but I can see that I was probably going to leave it too late, so it's a good thing we've got this opportunity tonight." She was getting into her stride so, despite feeling slightly uneasy still, I let her go on. "You're a very handsome boy and I presume it won't be long before you end up in bed with someone, so first of all I want you to know that I'd rather you did so here than... goodness knows where. Alright?"
"Okay Mum... uh, thanks..."
"Good. Now then..." At this stage she soften her shoulders a little and became more relaxed, "It's also up to me to make sure you know what you're doing. You can't just stick yourself inside and get going, you know. I have to teach you what foreplay is and how to make it as good for her as it will be for you." It was getting awfully surreal by this time, but what could I do? In any case, my confidence (cockiness, more like) was creeping back.
"Come on then." I almost snapped.
"First of all, it doesn't hurt to pamper her a bit, hence," she gestured toward the table, which I recognised now as a romantic candlelit dinner (duh!) which had been laid on for my benefit. "You can be smooth enough when you want to so I've no doubt that we can skip the chat up and move straight on to the parts I'm sure you do need to learn."
At this point, my mother was leaning closer to me and I could see the top of her suspenders as her skirt rode up her thigh. It was also plain to see that she was wearing lingerie underneath her dress, and I have to confess that I was a little turned on, not that I would dare to react. At the time, I presumed that it was strange and wrong to think in that way about my mother and certainly wouldn't say a word to suggest initiating anything, even now with her hand resting on my leg. In that instant however it also occurred to me that she must be lonely too and I suddenly wished that I could take her in my arms and caress her, a desire that began to feel almost as a magnet, pulling us together...
But thought this was in a flash and as quickly dismissed. It came racing back the next moment however as my mother placed her other hand at the back of my head, her face now just a couple of inches from mine, and repeated, "I'm your mother, it's my responsibility to give you everything you need. I have to show you..."
And then our lips made contact. It was like static all through my body, setting every nerve tingling and reducing time to slow motion. We held that touch for what seemed like an eternity but what was surely just a few seconds, before breaking. Then, a shocked silence for another age, but I wasn't about to let that feeling go. With an audacity that I'm sure my mother had not predicted, I put an arm behind her back and another on her thigh and pulled her body toward me before she could say a word. Ours lips touched again, tenderly at first but tightening in intensity before I pushed her whole body back, forcing myself onto her and pulling her left leg out so that she was laying beneath me on the sofa, my groin pressed against hers. She moaned softly, then broke the clinging embrace, pushing on my chest with her arms.
"That's good, David." she whispered, "I see you have no problem letting me know exactly what you want!"
She pushed me back, slid out and got up. Now, she took my hand and led me from the room, up the stairs and into her bedroom. Motioning with a hand on my chest for me to stand back, she ran her hands over herself, sliding the straps on her dress over her shoulders and allowed the top half of the dress to fall down, revealing a lacy cotton bustier, tied with ribbons at the front. She smiled at me and held her arms slightly away from her sides, inviting me in. I stepped forward, raising an arm and lazily pulling the ribbons one by one, with the last the bustier falling open. I brushed one side away, revealing my mother's right breast, and ran my fingers across it, across the nipple which drew a gasp from her. I had previously fantasised about suckling on my mothers breast, and I wasted no time in making it a reality, stooping and cupping it in my hand, then licking, kissing her skin. I began to suck, slowly, gently on her nipple, making my mother moan (to my delight). I stopped long enough to push her back onto the bed - she didn't resist - then fell upon her, ravishing her, kissing her face, her neck, her stomach, and lingering on those gorgeous breasts that I just couldn't get enough of.
My mother took my left hand and guided it towards her thigh, helping me pull up the dress and resting me against her aching pussy, covered by thin cotton panties that were already wet. I wasn't totally prepared for the wetness and it made me hesitate, but for only a brief moment, as I had read more than once that women get wet down there so I rubbed up and down on the wetness, hearing my mother's breath pull sharply again and again, revelling in the moment as I suckled continually on her nipples in turn and slid my hand inside her panties, the sticky mess driving me insane. I was hard and needed to free myself, so I hurriedly pulled off my t-shirt and jeans before falling back onto my mother's lips, kissing her hard and feeling her beautiful behind while driving my hard crotch into her wetness. I needed to feel myself against her, I pulled myself free of my boxers and then slid my hand inside her panties, feeling her moistness and rubbing it on myself for sheer pleasure. I knew what I longed to do and my mothers hand, wrapped around my hardness, fuelled my need. She guided me towards her aching pussy, begging me to satisfy her, and I tugged her panties down to make way. It took a few attempts to force my way inside, but I felt my head eventually nestle it's way in.
"Ahhh, Mum, I want to have you, I want to be all the way inside you!"
"Yes, please, honey, keep pushing, push yourself inside me... Ohhhh, baby, I can feel you in me..."
I thrust gently in and out until I could feel myself pressing deeper into my mothers opening, her legs wrapped around my back helping me to thrust my way inside. I buried my face in her neck and put my arms behind her back, gripping her shoulders from behind for purchase in order to increase my speed, until I was all the way inside her, causing us both to moan to the point of screaming. Now I knew I had her, my mother, and I went wild at the thought. I fucked my mother again and again, saying her name as I did.
"Mum, I want you... Mum, I want to fuck you..."
"Oh yes please, yes please David, fuck me hard..."
In that second I knew that she needed this, that her body had missed this kind of attention, and that made me want her even more. In my inexperience, all I could do was hold her tightly and drive myself into her, but this I did with venom, tantalised in the thought of having, really, having my mother all to myself. I felt her pussy squeezing harder and harder on my intrusion and I could stand no more, exploding inside her as I moaned her name over and over again. She gripped me tightly and accepted me inside her, whimpering and whining for me as I emptied myself into her.
We lay there panting for a few minutes and my mind raced with the realisation of what had just happened. I pulled myself from her and we faced each other, locked in an embrace, and kissed passionately, me following her lead of exploring with her tongue. I explored her body some more, mainly suckling on her nipples again, before we fell asleep in each other's arms, her dress still crumpled around her waist.
