Only a Mother Understands

My girl friend and I are university students. I am 21-years old, studying the physical sciences, and 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 together 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 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 says that she has had casual relationships with the opposite s** in the past but they have never led to s***** intimacy. I related my past s***** experiences to her by saying that that I have never had a lover, meaning that I have never had s** with anyone that I love romantically, and that when I am s******* aroused, I simply m********* to obtain s***** pleasure and release. Both statements are true but she mistakenly concluded that I have never had s** with anyone, i.e., that I am a virgin. In fact, this is ALMOST the case, but not quite. I have a dark secret and I feel compelled to reveal to her, but I doubt that she will understand.

When I was 16-years old, I had a s***** encounter with my mother. Details now are a bit vague but I’ll try to recall them. 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 tried sleeping medication but it didn’t seem to work. So she asked me to do something that has always worked before. She asked me to brush her hair in bed, hoping that it would relax her enough so she would fall asleep. I agreed and did what she wanted. It was chilly in her bedroom and I was only wearing pajama bottoms, so I decided to warm 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 nightgown that covered her body. She gradually began to doze off and fell asleep. In the past, I would just darken the lights in her room and leave. This time the situation was different. I had been m*********** in my bedroom when she had called and I was still h****. I was s******* aroused by something a close friend had told me earlier. He said that he had seen his mother completely naked as she was leaving the shower. She hadn’t expected to encounter anyone and had made no effort to cover herself. He said that he saw her “t***” from so close that he could have touched them. They were large, beautifully shaped and jiggled as she walked. Her n****** were lovely and just stuck out from her t***, so they must have been hard. He also saw the huge patch of pubic hair that covered her crotch. Neither said anything as they passed by one another, but he was sure that his mother sensed that he was very aroused by what he saw. But what really excited me was when he said that he wonders what it would be like to be s******* intimate with her.

As I was lying next to my sleeping mother, I was becoming more and more aroused by my friend’s final comment. My mother wasn’t that attractive but she did have a nice body. She had a stocky build and was particularly b****. I had never really lusted for her in the past but now I was becoming excited by the prospect of touching her in her most private places. My heart was pounding wildly as I pulled off my pajama bottoms and began m*********** my p****. She was lying on her back, so I slipped my hand down the top of her nightgown and ran my hand over her breasts. They were large and soft and I played with her n****** until they became hard. I then pulled up her nightgown and slid my hands up and down her legs and thighs repeatedly. They felt as smooth as glass. When my hands reached her crotch, I was surprised to find that she was not wearing p******. I spread my hand over her naked crotch and stroked her pubic hair. I was very h**** at this point and had decided that I would go all the way with her. I spread her legs as wide apart as I could and then bent one leg at the knee so that my p**** could access her vaginal opening. I rubbed her vaginal slit with my fingers until it became moist and then gently inserted my p**** into her v*****. Then, when I could not penetrate her any deeper, instinct took over I began to pump rhythmically, slowly at first but then faster as I felt my climax approaching. The bedsprings were now creaking noisily and with our bodies gyrating, I realized that my mother was beginning to wake up. She was making slight moaning sounds every time I penetrated her deeply. She was also trying to movie her body back and forth in sync with mine so as to stimulate herself more. She only stopped when I finally reached my climax and ejaculated my sperm into her. She then lay motionless with her eyes closed and gradually fell asleep again.

The next morning my mother asked me what happened last night. She said that she has a vague recollection of it but would like me fill in the gaps. She wasn’t angry or anything, but she was serious. I was extremely embarrassed and basically said that I was h**** last night and “did things to you” that I probably should not have done. She said, “Sweety, you have to be careful when you do things like that to your mother. I am still fertile and can conceive and when you do that, I can become pregnant. Then I would have to have an abortion. Besides, when a son has s***** i********** with his mother, that is i***** and it is a strict social taboo. No one else must find out about this, especially not your father. Whereas I understand that you are simply trying to explore s** with me, he would never understand. With that final comment, my mother gave me a big hug and said not to worry about any further.

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