					  My Mother and I
				 Episode 1 - The Beginning

My mother and I were always pretty close. I was born in 1939
when she was 34, and was an only child until I was seven. That
is when my brother was born. Sometime before the war (WW-II)
started we moved to an area that was just being opened up
for development. No electricity, water or phone. When the
war started that meant we wouldn't get any either. We lived
in old army tents, trailers, and the beginnings of a house
my Dad was building. The war also meant he couldn't get any
lumber or nails!

My dad went to work in the ship yard, working swingshift, so
my mom and I spent a lot of time in the evening together.
Living in what was mostly a shack meant a lot of closeness
when it was cold. Also, it meant changing clothes behind the
stove, and I remember sneaking a peek whenever I could.

After the war the shipyard closed and my dad got a job with
an old friend quite a distance away and was only home for a
day or two on the weekends. I slept with my mom while he was
gone. I don't remember anything sexual going on at that time
but I do remember snuggling up against my mom and how warm
she was and she held me close when we were in bed. I only
remember clearly seeing my mother completely nude twice
before we became intimate. All the other instances she was
partly hidden behind the stove, or wraped partly in a towel,
or something. I remember that both times I thought she was
really beautiful. She looked a lot like a picture titled
"September Morn" that my grandmother had in her bathroom. 

The way my mom initiated our intimacy probably will sound a
little bizarre to a lot of people, but I think she knew what
would get me interested. My mom had lost her right breast to
cancer sometime shortly after my brother was born. When we
first became intimate it was a sunny Sunday morning at the
beginnig of June. I was 13 at the time. My brother was off
with the neighbors on some outing for the day. My Dad was a
janitor for the high school and he was at work setting up
for some graduation function that was happening that
evening. My mom was propped up on her bed with her PJs and a
robe on, reading the Sunday paper. I remember what she
looked like.  Her pajamas were pale green, and slippery and
shiny.  Probably nylon or rayon. Her robe was a matching
green chenile and she had a big white towel wrapped around
her head. 

I had put on just a t-shirt and some gym shorts that
morning, had finished eating my breakfast, and was looking
for the comics section of the Sunday paper. I stuck my head
in through the bedroom door and asked Mom if she had them.
She said yes, they were there on the bed. I went in and
picked them up and my mom patted the bed and told me to sit
down. I sat, layed, sprawled, and squirmed around until I
had my head laying on her leg and she reached down and
tossled my hair. I read the comics and I remember it was
warm in the sunshine next to my mom and I dozed off, my head
still on her leg. Her thigh actually. I woke up a little
later and felt her hand on my leg, sort of in my crotch but
not quite.  I remember that I could smell what I now know
was the odor of arousal. I was laying on my side and my face
was almost right in her crotch. She said, oh, you're awake,
and mentioned something about me staying up reading too
late.  Her hand was still on my leg and it felt warm and she
gave my leg a little squeeze. Her hand was really close to
my penis and I remember the feeling of an erection starting
and feeling a little strange about it.

I don't remember having any sexual feelings towards my
mother up to that time. I do remember having lascivious
thoughts about one of my aunts and a friend's mother though,
so I was pretty much a normal thirteen-year-old as far as
that goes. My mom was a very nice person but not the type of
woman that would turn any heads walking down the street. She
was a little bit chunky and I guess you could describe her
as plain looking. She was a really great person though, and
I always loved her a lot. Much more after the events of this
day.

She started talking about her breast cancer. She said you
know I had breast cancer, don't you? I told her I did. I
felt a little uncomfortable and she sensed that I guess and
she told me that I was growing up and she wanted me to
understand what had happened to her and how she felt about
it. She talked some more, telling me about how she
discovered it and what the operation involved and other
things.

Then she asked me if I wanted to see it and I remember
asking her if it was ugly. She laughed a little and said no,
it was just flat. She reached behind her and unfastened her
bra and did that magic thing that women do and pulled her
bra out from under her top. That was when I realized why
she wore a bra all the time. The cup on the right side was
filled full of padding. 1950's prosthetics, I guess. She
slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. Not sensually or
provocatively, just slowly. She opened her pjs on the right
side so I could see her breast, or where it had been. It
wasn't really just flat, it was actually sort of sunken, and
there was no nipple. This was before they thought anything
about reconstruction. She asked me if I wanted to touch it,
and encouraged me. I was a little tenative and she said go
ahead, it was OK and that it wouldn't hurt her. I reached
out to just touch it and she took my hand and gently placed
it flat against the area. I remember it was soft and smooth
but I could feel her ribs under the skin. She then said I
should feel the other side too so I could see the difference
and pulled back her top on the left side and gently moved my
hand over and pressed it against her remaining breast.
It was warm and soft. She took my left hand and put it
against the flat right side and pressed both my hands
against her. She did it slowly and gently and sort of
massaged herself with my hands. She remarked that she was
like me on that side and the same as she used to be on the
other. She sounded a little sad and I remembered I started
getting a little moist in the eyes because I felt sorry for
her. She said oh no, it is OK and slid down so she was
laying next to me and hugged me to her bare chest/breast.
She started stroking me like she did when I was young and
didn't feel good. It felt really good to have her holding me
and stroking me and talking low to me. My hand was still on
her left breast and I started slowly rubbing and squeezing
it. I thought it would make her feel better. 

Then she changed. She had been comforting like a mother and
then she started acting like a lover who was becoming
aroused. (This is of course upon reflection. At the time I
didn't know what it was. Only that she had changed somehow.)
My 13 year old hormones certainly recognized it and I
started becoming aroused. I had masturbated and experienced
wet dreams so I sort of knew what was happening. I was
stroking my mother's breast and hugging her and squirming
against her and she asked me if I would suck on her breast
like a baby.  I started sucking on her breast and she hugged
me and rubbed my back and head and made those noises that
women do when they are getting aroused. (Again I realize
this looking back. I didn't know what was happening then.) I
remember thinking I was hurting her and pulled away a
little. She asked me what was wrong and I said I was afraid
I was hurting her. She laughed and said no, it felt really
good and she was very happy. She hugged me and kept stroking
my head and back and was now getting down to my bottom. I
was getting an erection and I was getting a little worried
about it. I was afraid that she could feel it. She could.

She slowly slid her hand down between us and gently touched
my erection through my shorts and asked if it felt good. I
managed to stammer out a yes. She said she loved me a lot
and I said that I loved her too and hugged her. She said
that people who really love each other do things together
that make them feel good and love each other even more. She
asked me if I knew about those things, and I said yes again.
She then asked me if I would like to do some of those things
with her. I said yes, I would. I remember feeling a little
hesitant about it. But then I think that any thirteen year
old who had never even kissed a woman in passion would feel
the same. 

Then she said that we could never tell anybody about what we
did because some people would not understand how we felt
about each other and we might get in trouble. I said I
understood and that I loved her and I hugged her close and
laid my head next to her breast. She hugged me with one arm
and began squeezing and stroking my erection with the other.

As my mother slowly masturbated me I kept hugging her and
rubbing my face against her breast and then I started moving
my hips like I did sometimes when I masturbated myself. I
was panting and squirming and my mother was making little
moaning sounds like she was really enjoying what was
happening. I could tell that I was going to climax pretty
quick. I felt a lot like when I did it, but a lot better! I
guess my mom could tell it too because she started stroking
my penis faster and faster. I came and shouted, Oh
Mommy Oh Mommy mommy as I climaxed onto my mother's 
hand and into my shorts. As I did she pumped and milked my 
young penis and I just groaned as I buried my face in her 
breast and shook and shuddered.

I lay against my mother's warm body as she hugged me close
and murmured Oh Honey, I love you so much. My sweet, darling
son. And I whispered Oh Mother, I love you too, and as I
turned my head I took her nipple in my mouth and gently
sucked on it. I felt so relaxed and comfortable and safe and
warm laying there in her arms against her warm body.

After laying there for some time I had almost fallen asleep
and my erection was pretty much gone although my mother was
still holding it in her hand. She slid her hand out of my
shorts and as I rolled over on my back she sat up on the
edge of the bed and said Here, let's get those shorts off,
and gently slid them off over my slim hips. Then she slid my
t-shirt up my chest and pulled it off over my head. I felt a
little uneasy about my mother seeing my nakedness, but she
acted very nonchalant about it and got up and carried my
shorts and shirt with her as she left the bedroom.

She returned in a few minutes with a warm washcloth and sat
down on the edge of the bed. Let me clean some of this off,
OK? she asked, and I said OK. She gently wiped the cum
off of me with the washcloth and then took the big towel off
of her head and dried me with it. It felt so good to have
her washing me. It wasn't just the excitement of having
someone else touch my penis, but it had been a long time
since she had paid any attention to me in such a friendly
way. 

It looks like you are getting excited again, she said,
and I could feel an erection starting again. She gently
fondled my penis and testicles and looked alternately at
what she was doing and at my face to see how I was reacting.
Then she laid down next to me again and kissed me. It was
somewhere between a motherly kiss and a lover's kiss and it
felt really good. I put my arms around her and hugged her
and kissed her back. Soon we were kissing pretty intensely
and I was fondling her breast while she fondled my penis and
testicles.

We were both getting very excited and breathing very hard
when she stopped kissing me and fondling me and sat up. She
paused a few seconds like she was thinking about something
and then very decisively stood up.  She undid her robe and
let it fall to the floor then slipped out of her top. Then
she turned to face me, put her fingers under the waistband
of her pj bottoms and slowly slid them over her hips and
down her legs.

My mother stood there in front of me, her oldest son,
completely naked, and as far as I was concerned she still
looked just like that picture in my Grandmother's bathroom.
Oh Mother, I said, You are so beautiful. Oh Honey, she said,
and laid down on the bed next to me again. She gave me
another passionate kiss while she took my hand and placed it
on her pubic area on her pussy.  Her pubic hair was soft and
furry and I started petting it like it was a cat. Mmmm, she
said, and raised her leg a little so I could slide my hand
down further between her legs. Let me show you, she said,
and put her hand over mine.  She pushed my hand down further
and pressed my finger so it started sliding between her
labia. I was surprised that she was so wet and slippery. Rub
me right there, she said and I began to slowly rub up and
down. She was moving her hips up against my finger and then
she reached down, gently took my penis in her hand, and
started stroking it gently. I found that my finger would
actually slide inside my mothers vagina if I curved it a
little and that made her make strange noises again.

She took her hand from my penis and placed it back over my
hand on her pussy. She pressed my finger down a little
harder and held my hand tight against her as she moved her
hips faster against my hand. She was breathing and panting
very hard and moaning and groaning and I was afraid that I
was hurting her, but she pressed my hand even tighter
against her pubic area. I notice that she was getting very
wet and slippery as my finger slid in and out of her labia
and then all of a sudden she said Oh ... Oh ... Oh My God!!
... and thrust her hips up and pressed her crotch very hard
against my hand. After a little while she relaxed and
wrapped both arms around me again and kissed me slowly and
gently.

We lay together again in the warm sushine coming through the
windows for awhile and then she grasped my penis again and
started stroking it. I think we need to take care of you
now, she said. I just mumbled hum? We are going to really
make love together she said. She said some people call it 
fucking but she didn't like to call it that. Making love to 
each other is a much nicer way to describe it and the way 
I feel. When she said that I knew what she meant. Well, I 
knew technically and theoretically what it was but I had 
no idea how to really do it.

I guess she saw the look of confusion and wonder on my face.

"It's OK," she said. "I will help you and show you what do.
You have an idea how to do it, don't you?"

"Mmm, I think so."

"We will have to use a condom because I don't want to get
pregnant. I am too old to be giving you another brother or
sister. Do you know what a condom is?"

I told her that yes I knew about them. Then she picked up
her purse from under the nightstand next to the bed and took
out a little package that at first I though was a match
book. She opened it up and took out a condom and tore off the
edge of the package before she laid it on the nightstand.

She laid down on the bed and motioned for me to move over
against her. She gently took my hand and placed it between
her legs on her warm, wet pussy. She reached down and took
my penis in her hand and grasping it softly began stroking
and pulling on it. I got the idea and started rubbing her
pussy and slipping my finger inbetween her labia and
inserting it into her vagina. I was probably also
stimulating her clitoris but I wasn't aware of it then. She
pulled me to her and kissed me gently, then with more
passion and urgency.

I snuggled up against my mother as we kissed and fondled and
stroked each other. I played with her breast and rubbed her
nipple and hugged her. My erection was getting very hard and
rigid when my mother pulled back a little ways and looked
into my eyes.

"I think it is time." She said, and turned and picked up the
condom from the nightstand. She sat up and reached down to
my penis and quickly rolled the condom on. It felt very
strange and yet exciting.

She laid back down on her back and spread her legs.

"Lay on top of me, Honey." she asked as she reached out and
pulled me towards her. I had an idea of what I was supposed
to do and I lay on her between her legs. My rubber clad
penis was rubbing against her labia and I instintcively
tried to enter her vagina.

"Easy, Honey. We have lots of time." And she reached down
between us and guided the head of my penis into the opening
of her vagina.

"Oh, Honey." she whispered. "Now push it in just a little."
"That's good!" she exclaimed. "Now pull out a little and
slide in a little ... Oh! That's the way! Do it again ...
Just like that ... Ohhhh ....." 

I kept slipping my penis in and out of her vagina, going in
a little further each time. I probably could have gone
faster but every time I moved my penis my mother would sigh
or moan or groan or make some other sound and I was still
worrying about hurting her.

Finally I was in as far as I felt I could go, and I just lay
there, and I remember thinking oh lord, I am fucking my
mother! I realized that something really important and
significant had just happened between us and to us, but I
was not in any condition for analytical thought.

She was breathing heavily, and she said,

"Oh, Honey! That feels so good having you in me. Do a little
push up. Ohhh! Mmmmm! Now push it in as far as you can. Go
ahead, you won't hurt me! OHHHH!!!"

My mother's pussy was so hot and wet and soft and I could
feel it squeezing and pulsing around my penis. She reached
around and grasped my bottom and pulled me down against her.
My penis sank into her vagina until I could feel our pubic
bones touching. Then she started rotating her pelvis against
me and my penis started slipping back and forth in her
vagina. I started pumping with her and I began to feel the
way I had before when I was about to climax. My motions got
more rapid and forceful. My mother responded to me and her
motions became faster. She moved her arms around my back and
hugged me to her.

"Faster, Honey, faster!" she said and thrust even harder and
quicker against me. I could feel her pussy squeezing and
pulling my penis. I don't remember if I had been making any
noises up to now or not, but I felt the juices rising into
my penis and I started grunting with the effort of pounding
my penis into my mother's vagina.

"Oh my.. Oh Honey ... Oh god ... Ohhh Ohhh Unnggg mmmmmm "
my mother was moaning and sighing and it excited me even
more. All of a sudden we both thrust hard against each other
and my penis sank deep into my mothers vagina as I
ejaculated and she hugged me to her and her vagina squeezed
and pulsed around my penis. My mother nearly screamed as we
reached orgasm together and called my name and the names of
several dieties as I thrust in time with my ejaculations in
an attempt to get even further into her vagina.

We lay there for a while, our arms around each other, coming
down from the high of sex and passion and love. After maybe
half an hour of cuddling and kissing my penis was limp. My
mom reached down between us and gripped it at the base where
the condom ended.

"OK, Honey," she said. "Now pull out and roll over on your
side."

She slipped the condom off my flaccid penis and held it up.
I could see the semen pooled in the tip of it.

"That is the stuff that makes babies." she said, and wrapped
the condom in a tissue and dropped it in the waste basket.

She looked at the clock. "We better get up! Your father
will be home from work pretty soon and I need to fix some
dinner. Would you make the bed for me, Honey?"

She must have noticed the frightened, confused, uncertain
look on my face. My father! I had forgotten about him while
I had been being intimate with my mother. I instinctively
knew he would not be happy if he knew what had happened.

"It will be OK!" she said. "Just act normal, don't touch me,
eat dinner, then go upstairs and work on your home work. I
will come up later and visit you."

Well, I made the bed and cleaned up and put on some clothes.
My dad came home and we ate dinner. There was the usual chit
chat during dinner. My dad had to go back to work at his
usual time at eleven in the evening so he would sleep for a
while after dinner and leave about 10:30. I said good night
to my mom and dad and my little brother and went upstairs.

I was in bed when I heard the car leave when my dad went to
work. A few minutes later, when I was just starting to doze
off, my mother came into my bedroom and knelt down on the
floor next to my bed.

She laid a hand on my forehead and brushed my hair back and
murmured softly.

"My sweet darling son. I love you so much."

And then she bent over and kissed me lightly. I kissed her
back. She acted a little surprised that I was still awake. I
reached up my arms and put them around her neck and pulled
her down and kissed her back. And then kissed her again.
Soon we were getting pretty excited again. I was playing
with her breast and she was fondling my penis and testicles
through my pajamas.

She drew back a little and took a deep breath.

"Are you ready to make love again?"

"Yes, I think so!"

"Well, I didn't bring a condom with me, so I will show you
another way that people make love. I think you will like
it."

"How is that?"

"It is correctly called fellatio, but some people call it a
blow job. Have you ever heard of that?"

"I think so." I had heard of blow jobs and I thought I knew
that it was when a girl put a boy's penis in her mouth, but
I just couldn't imagine anyone really doing that. But then
up until that day I couldn't imagine anyone really having
intercourse either!

"What do I do?" I asked.

"You don't have to do anything." She said. "Just lay there
and enjoy it!"

She gently slipped her hands under my buttocks and slipped
my pajama bottoms down over my hips to my knees.

My penis was already swelling up and mom took it gently in
her hand and stroked it a little. 

In the dim light from the hallway I could barely see her as
she lowered her head down and put her open mouth over my
penis. I could feel her warm breath on my penis and I could
hear her breathing. Then I felt her lips on the base of my
penis as she closed her mouth on it and then I could feel her
tongue as she started to rub it around the shaft. My penis
wasn't hard yet and it moved around in her mouth quite a bit
as she sucked on it and massaged it with her tongue. Then
she would move her head up and let my penis slip between her
lips until just the head was still in her mouth. Then suck
it all back into her mouth.

As I started getting an erection she couldn't get it all in
her mouth and she grasped it around the base with her hand
and started stroking my penis also.

I was enjoying this a lot. Of course it was a completely new
sensation and everything that my mother did to me was an
exciting surprise. I reached down and rubbed her back and
neck and then I had my hands in her hair and I began
matching her sucking and pumping actions on my penis.

"Oh mother! I am about to ..."

She stopped for just a second and said "That is alright,
Honey, go ahead!"

And she went back to her sucking on my penis. I felt the
pressure building and I was thrusting my hips up at my
mother's mouth. I felt the semen spurt from my cock and
heard my mother making sounds like she was really enjoying
what was happening. My hips thrust up again and again as my
penis pulsed and throbbed as for the first time in my life I
actually deposited my seed into a womans body -- and it was
my mother!

Even after I finished ejaculating she kept sucking on me.
After a few minutes she stopped and gently pulled my pjs
back up. Then she kissed me hotly on the mouth.

"Did you like that?"

"Oh, Yes! That was great Mom! Thank you!"

"You are welcome, my sweet darling."

She gave me a light kiss on the forehead and said,

"Goodnight, Honey." then left the room and closed the door.

I went to sleep feeling more wonderful than I ever had
before or ever have since. I did not know it then but I
would never love any woman as much as I loved my 
mother and certainly not ever in the same way.

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