Only a Mother Understands

My girl friend and I are both students at the University of Toronto. I am 21-years old and studying the physical sciences, while she is 20-years old and studying the social sciences. We met in the campus library while looking for reference material and have been going steady for some time. We enjoy each other’s company and have similar interests. We are both straight (s*******) and conservative in our ways. We come from ordinary middle-class families that uphold the traditional values of s******** and morality. Lately, we have been discussing the topic of s** and she makes a big thing out of her being a virgin. She cherishes the fact that she has deferred s** until she feels that she is mature enough to deal with any emotional complications that might arise. She said that she has had casual relationships with the opposite s** but they have never led to s***** intimacy. When queried about my s***** ‘exploits’, I told her nonchalantly, “No, I have never had a lover. When I’m s******* aroused, I resort to m*********** to obtain s***** pleasure and release.” Expressing it in this manner seemed to satisfy her and she concluded that I, too, am a virgin. But what I really meant is that I have never had s***** i********** with a woman who I have been involved with romantically. This is absolutely true. However, as to being a virgin, this is ALMOST the case, but not quite. I have a secret and I feel compelled to reveal to her, but I doubt if she will understand.

When I was 16-years old, I had s***** i********** with my mother one time. She was unaware that it had happened but she was very understanding when she learned of it. Details are a bit vague but I’ll try to recall them now. Late one evening, my mother and I were home alone. My father was away on one of his many trips trying to drum up support for launching his own small business. These trips were common and he would be gone for days. I’m sure my mother was lonely during his absences. She had gone to bed early but was unable to fall sleep. Being somewhat of an insomniac, she had tried sleeping medication but that didn’t seem to work. So she asked me to do something that has always worked before. She asked me to brush (stroke) her hair in bed, hoping that it would relax her enough to fall asleep. I have done this before and she usually falls asleep in five or ten minutes. It was chilly in her bedroom as she likes it cool when she sleeps and I was only wearing pajama bottoms, so I warmed up by getting under her blankets and lying next to her warm body. I had done this before and she never complained. In any case, she was wearing a full nightgown and that covered her body. After stroking her hair repeatedly for a long time, she finally fell into a deep slumber. I surmised that the sleeping pill had finally done its job. In the past, I had just darkened the lights and left her room. But this time, I was h**** because of something a friend had told me earlier. He said that he had seen his mother completely naked as she was leaving her shower stall. She hadn’t expected to encounter anyone and hadn’t covered herself up as she walked out. He said that he saw her ‘t***’ from so close that he could have touched them. They were large and beautiful and they jiggled as she walked by. They were a lovely milky-white colour. In contrast, her n****** were a dark-brown colour and they appeared to be hard. He said that he also saw her large triangular patch of pubic hair that covered her crotch. Neither said anything as they passed by one another but she must have sensed how extremely aroused he was by seeing her naked. He added that she had every opportunity to hide her naked body from him with a towel she was carrying but she made no attempt whatever to do so. It was as if she was deliberately trying to excite him by baring her naked body, although her motivation remains unclear. His final comment was, “If the opportunity should ever arise, I WILL have s***** i********** with her.”

Lying next to my sleeping mother, I thought about what my friend had said and I became more and more aroused by the minute. She wasn’t that attractive but she did have a nice body. She was stocky with a full bust and really nice shapely legs. I had never really lusted for her before but now I found myself excited by the prospect of touching her s*******. I removed my pajama bottoms and began m*********** my p**** with one hand while I slipped my other hand down the top of her nightgown and ran it over her breasts. They, too, were large and soft and I could feel her n******, which quickly became hard as I played with them. I then grasped the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it up gently. This exposed her legs, which felt as smooth as glass. As I raised her nightgown even higher, I discovered that she was not wearing any p****** and I could see and touch her pubic hair. M*********** my p**** even harder now with one hand and stroking her pubic hair with my other hand, I knew that I wanted to go ‘all the way’ with her. I wanted to have s***** i********** with my own mother, regardless of the consequences. I trembled as I abandoned m*********** and began positioning myself in such a way as to facilitate i********** with her. I gently spread her legs wide apart while raising them so that I could bring my p**** right up against her vaginal slit. With my p**** as thick and hard as it has ever been, I began pushing it against her vaginal slit until it finally spread open and allowed entry of my p****. I pushed harder and harder, with gentle pumping, until it would go in no further. At this point, my p**** was completely inside my mother. The sensation was extraordinary and something that I had never experienced before. My mother and I were LITERALLY s******* united as one. Instinct then took over and I began pumping rhythmically, in and out, slowly at first but gradually faster and faster. The periodic creaking of the bedsprings was “music to my ears” because I proved that I wasn’t dreaming and that, indeed, I was having s***** i********** with my mother. But I soon realized to my dismay that she was starting to wake up. She moaned every time I penetrated her deeply and she seemed to be trying to synchronize the gyrations of her body with mine so as to provide for better penetration into her. By now, I was close to my climax, so I pressed my p**** as deep into her as possible and released my s**** into her. She moaned loudly as I inseminated her, then closed her eyes, laid back and soon fell asleep. I pulled out, cleaned s**** from her legs and the bed sheets and left the room.

The next morning my mother asked me to explain what happened last night. She said, “I have a vague recollection of you snuggling up to me in bed to keep warm but later it seemed to develop into MUCH more than just benign snuggling.” She wasn’t angry or anything, but she wanted clarification. I was extremely embarrassed and basically said that I was very h**** last night and “did things to you” that I probably should not have done. Her response was, “Sweety, you have to be careful when you do things like that to your mother. I know it feels really good, but I am still fertile and can conceive and when you inseminate me, I can become pregnant. Then I would have to have an abortion. Besides, when a son has s***** i********** with his mother, that is called i***** and it is still a tiny bit of a social taboo. We’ll just keep it to ourselves, but your father must NEVER find out that we have had s***** i**********. I understand that you are simply trying to explore s** with me and that it is not uncommon nowadays for sons to engage in s***** i********** with their mother at least once or twice during adolescence, as I have read, but your father would never understand. With that final comment, my mother gave me a big hug and said, “Don’t worry about any further. I’ll just take a ‘morning after’ pill and the problem is solved!”

Jonathan DeMoivre
Toronto, Ontario, CANADA