A Son’s Remembrances

When I was in college a bunch of us would hang around the dorm and tell tales about our first time screwing a girl. I’m sure that most of it was more fantasy than reality, but I normally smiled and didn’t contribute or said “I’m just keeping it personal.” Most of the guys assumed I was protecting one of the girls we all knew on campus, but they were wrong, because the first woman ever fucked was my mother. Shocking, but it’s true.

Let me give you the background to the story. I was born in the late 1930s and became a teenager in the early 50s. My family lived on Elm Street in Junction City, Kansas and my dad John Murray was a major in the army stationed at Fort Riley. My mother, Alice, was an elementary school teacher teaching third grade in the local school system. Dad had been a school teacher himself right after college and joined the National Guard as a means to pick up a few extra dollars. In 1940 his unit was mobilized as part of the US preparation for the war that was sure to involve the nation. He was a serving as a unit supply sergeant when he was selected to attend Officer Candidate School. He completed the program in early 1943 and was sent to England in preparation for the allied landings in Europe. Mom stayed with her parents at the family home in North Carolina during the entire war.

When dad returned to the states in early 1946 he decided to stay in the military and was fortunate to be selected for the regular army. He was initially stationed at Fort Hood, but then was sent to Fort Riley for the next few years and finally to Germany in 1950. Dad was stationed with an armored division there until we returned to Fort Riley in the fall of 1953 as the Korean War was winding down. In late 1954 he got orders for a thirteen month tour in Korea to work as part of a group of logisticians who were supporting the army engineers and ROK forces in rebuilding the Korean infrastructure destroyed by the war. He left for Korea right after New Year’s Day in 1955. Mom was happy with her job and decided to stay in Kansas rather than return home to North Carolina. Unfortunately, it was actually the first time they had been separated since the war and she had difficulty in adjusting without my dad.

Although she had always been a social drinker I noticed that my mother was drinking more after dad left for Korea. She would have her favorite cocktail, gin and tonic, right after she came home from school and several glasses of wine with dinner. During the week that was pretty much her normal routine, but she drank much more on the weekends, usually falling asleep on the couch in the living room. Although she would occasionally wake up and find her way to her bed, on too many mornings I would come down and she’d still be asleep on the couch.

Well, that’s the background, now to get to the specifics. One late-winter Saturday afternoon mom and the ladies of the Officers Wives Club participated in a “home tour” to each other’s homes. The intent was that the ladies would show off their homes and perhaps gain some new interior design ideas by visiting other residences. Unfortunately, virtually all of the OWC home tour stops included refreshments and “adult beverages.” On this particular Saturday night I was watching Gunsmoke on TV when there was a knock on the door. I was surprised to see my mom’s friends, Mrs. McCaffery and Mrs. Pearce, standing there.

“Tommy, could you please help your mom in,” Well, that’s the background, now to get to the specifics. One late-winter Saturday afternoon mom and the ladies of the Officers Wives Club participated in a “home tour” to each other’s homes. The intent was that the ladies would show off their homes and perhaps gain some new interior design ideas by visiting other residences. Unfortunately, virtually all of the OWC home tour stops included refreshments and adult beverages. On this particular Saturday night I was watching Gunsmoke on TV when there was a knock on the door. I was surprised to see my mom’s friends, Mrs. McCaffery and Mrs. Pearce, standing there.

“Tommy, could you please help your mom in,” asked Mrs. McCaffery. “She’s had a little too much to drink and isn’t feeling well.” I went out to Mrs. Pearce’s ’54 Buick and saw my mother passed out in the back seat, dead drunk. I struggled to get her out of the car and, with the assistance of her friends, got mom into the house and up to her room. “We’ll get her undressed and ready for bed, Tommy; you just go back to watching TV.” A short time later they came down stairs and said that she was sleeping soundly, but asked that I look in on her before I went to bed. I got up some time later and went to my room, changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. Remembering what they had said, I looked into my parents’ room to see how my mother was doing. She had kicked off the covers and lay on her back snoring rather loudly.

As I stood at the side of her on the bed I started to think lascivious, lustful thoughts and I wondered if I should take a chance and feel her breasts. Mom’s tits weren’t very big, but I was excited at the thought that this might be an opportunity for me to actually feel a grown woman’s breasts. “Mom,” I whispered, “Are you awake?” Hearing no response I asked again, “Mom, are you awake?” She only murmured something and resumed snoring. Encouraged, I carefully slipped my hand into the top of her nightgown and quickly found her left breast. Her snoring stopped and I nervously paused, wondering if I might have awakened her; but, after a few moments, I realized I hadn’t and resumed my fondling. By now my dick was fully erect and after a few more minutes I became even more emboldened. I withdrew my hand and slipped it down to the hem of her nightgown. I began to carefully slid it upwards until I had completely exposed her pussy.

Oh, man! I was incredibly excited. Mom’s pussy looked so tempting that I leaned forward and kissed it. I then crawled onto the bed, moved her thighs slightly apart, crouched between her legs, and began to softly lick her. I gently licked my tongue up and down along her slit, through her soft pubic hairs, and then slid the tip inside. Mom began to breathe a little more rapidly and moved slightly. I nervously stopped again, still fearful that I’d done something to wake her. Satisfied that she was still asleep, I resumed and continued to lick at her pussy for several minutes, increasingly overcome with lust.

I stopped my licking and began to gently slip my middle finger into her slit. Once I had shoved it in, I gradually began to finger fuck her with ever increasing urgency. It was then that I then that I made the decisive decision to see if I could actually slip my dick inside of her. I pushed my pajama bottoms over my rigid shaft and down to my knees. I cautiously leaned forward and rested on an elbow and forearm, carefully placed along side her body. Getting caught was certainly on my mind, but my primary focus at that moment was on what I needed to do in order to slip my stiff dick into my mother. Grabbing my dick with my free hand, I pushed the head inside her pussy lips. “Oh,” she groaned. Again I was frightened. I held steady for a few seconds and then started to push in a little farther. It was then that I lost complete control. I pulled out just as I started to cum and squirted my semen over her stomach in the greatest orgasm that I’d ever had in my young life.

Frightened, I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. I returned with a towel and a wash cloth that I had moistened with warm water. I frantically wiped up my cum and dried her skin, certain that I’d awakened her. When she remained asleep and actually began to softly snore again, I carefully pulled down her nightgown and covered her with the sheet and blanket. I was still certain that I’d be discovered and fretfully lay in bed for several hours until I fell into a troubled sleep.

That next morning I went downstairs to breakfast with much trepidation; however, mom seemed to be absolutely normal. “I must have gotten away with it,” I thought as I quietly ate breakfast. Realizing that I had, I immediately began planning for my next opportunity the next time mom got dead drunk. However, I also made up my mind I was going to fuck her this time. All that following week I worked on various schemes to make sure she was dead drunk so that I could execute my plan. Just thinking about it prompted me to masturbate at every opportunity. Not that that is all that uncommon for a horny teenager!

That following Friday night mom returned from school, kicked off her shoes, and sat on the couch with her first gin and tonic. She had another one as she prepared dinner and several glasses of wine with the meal. After awhile she said that she was going upstairs and take her nightly bath. I noticed that she poured herself another gin and tonic to drink while she soaked in the tub. About a half an hour later she came down in her nightgown and robe and I noticed that her speech was becoming quite slurred. There was an old movie on TV and she settled in to watch it with me. By nine o’clock mom was sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked up against her body, working on at least her fourth gin and tonic.