Only a Mother Understands

My girl friend and I are both 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 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 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 told me that she has had casual relationships with the opposite s** in the past but they have never led to s***** intimacy. I told her that I have never had a lover, meaning that I have never had s** with anyone that I love in a romantic context. I added 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 if 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. But 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 and it covered her body. She gradually began to doze off and fell asleep. In the past, I had just darkened the lights in her room and left. This time the situation was different. When she had called me, I had been m*********** in my bedroom and I still felt h****. I was s******* aroused by something a 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 therefore hadn’t covered herself. He said that he saw her “t***” from so close that he could have touched them. They were large, beautifully shaped and they jiggled as she walked. Her n****** were dark brown and they just stuck out from her t***. Lower down, he saw her huge patch of dark-brown pubic hair that covered her crotch. Neither said anything as they passed by one another, but his mother had to have sensed that he was enormously aroused by her n*****. But what really excited me was when he said that he cannot get these images out of his mind and that he wonders what it would be like to be s******* intimate with her in bed.

As I was lying next to my sleeping mother, I thought about what my friend had said and I was becoming more and more aroused by it. My mother wasn’t that attractive but she did have a nice body. She was quite stocky and she certainly had a large bust that always caught my eye. I had never really lusted for her in the past but now I was becoming excited by the prospect of s******* touching her. I had never done this before but now I really wanted to. With my heart pounding, I pulled off my pajama bottoms and underpants and began m*********** my p****. I slipped my hand down the top of her nightgown and ran my hand over her breasts. They really were large and soft and I played with her n****** until they became hard. I then went to her feet end, pulled up her nightgown and slid my hands up and down her legs. They were so soft, warm and smooth as glass. As my hands reached upward to her thighs and crotch, I felt pubic hair and realized that she was not wearing any p******. I knew then that I was not going to stop at fondling, that I had the opportunity to go “all the way” with her and that I was going to take it. So I began spreading her legs wide apart and then, checking that she was still asleep, raised one of her legs and bent it at the knee so I could pull my crotch tightly up against hers. My p**** was almost touching her g******* now. I moistened it with saliva so it would easily slip it into her v*****. I could feel that her vaginal opening was closed, so I used my fingers to rub her vaginal slit and make it moist. I then gradually inserted my p**** and when I could not do any deeper, instinct took over and I began to pump rhythmically, slowly at first but gradually faster and faster. The bedsprings were creaking loudly and with the movement of my body, I realized that my mother was beginning to wake up. She was making moaning sounds every time I penetrated her deeply and she seemed to be trying to synchronize the movement of her body with mine. As I neared my climax, I bent over her, penetrated her as deep as I could and ejaculated my sperm into her. She moaned one last time as I filled her, then closed her eyes, laid back and fell asleep.

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 curious. 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 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 i***** and it is still a 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**********. Whereas I understand that you are simply trying to explore s** with me, and that it is not uncommon nowadays for a son to have s***** i********** with his mother at least once, as I have read, he would never understand. With that final comment, my mother gave me a big hug and said not to worry about it any further.

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