Mom and I_(1)

Ever since my dad divorced her when I was ten, I had grown closer to my mom. We spent a lot of time together, shopping, cooking, vacationing. I guess I became the friend my dad never was. Mom even taught me the birds and the bees, and I found myself better prepared when I started puberty.

But preparation could only do so much for me, just two years later, I found myself becoming a man. I masturbated for the first time in my bedroom, fantasizing about a girl in my class at school, and was very surprised to find hot, sticky cream covering my hands and the blankets. I realized it was cum, remembering what my mother had taught me about my body. I rubbed it into my stomach and chest, not really understanding yet what had happened, but wanting more.

I soon found myself in a jerk-off frenzy. Two, three, five, ten times a day. I couldn’t stop myself. Imagination wore out as a means to satisfy myself. I began to search through everything for stimulating pictures: National Geographics, the lingerie section of department store catalogs, even pictures of gorgeous actresses from TV guide that I would trace and redraw naked. I would have killed for a playboy, but they were simply not to be gotten at the time, especially not in mom’s house.

Later that month, as I was rooting around in the hallway closet, I found several pictures of my mother. Not just any old pictures, mind you, but shots of her all dolled up in lingerie and laying on her bed in very seductive poses. Nothing slutty, and no nudity, just incredibly sexy shots of my mom. I wondered why mom still had the photos. My active imagination conjured up the idea that she had left them there for me to find. Maybe she was trying to show me more about women! In my hormone-saturated brain, I even played with the idea that mom would teach me personally how lovemaking worked.

I’ve got to let you know what my mom looks like before I go on. She’s 5’10”, about 135 lbs, with long brown hair that has a definite reddish tinge to it.