My first kiss was with my own mom when I was 17. One morning we were alone and talking (she was in a bathrobe and I was in boxers) and she asked me if I’d ever kissed a girl. I said no, and I was really nervous about it. She said it’s no big deal, just to make sure that when I do that I take it slow and don’t jerk my tongue around the girl’s mouth – just slowly caress her tongue with mine. I said thanks for the tip, and then out of the blue I asked if I could practice a kiss on her. She shrugged her shoulders and said OK – a kiss isn’t i*****. So we stood up and kissed. Our kiss turned into 20 minutes of making out. I undid her robe and started feeling her b**** – my hormones were in total control. Then the phone rang – startling both of us out of our s***** stupor. We stopped making out and looked at each other. The minute I looked at my mom’s face, my erection went right back down. Both of us were shocked at what had just happened, and what would have happened if the phone hadn’t rang. We both said sorry and put our clothes back on. Almost 15 years later I’m still grossed out that I almost had incestuous s** with my own mom. I don’t know what was wrong with me that night!