Mom With Benefits (part 1)

To many of my friends it is not too difficult to imagine that very soon sex with mom will be just another normal aspects of relationships between an adult son and a caring mother. My story is an example of one such nurturing mother-son relationship. After the start of the sexual relationship my mom is still my mom. There is no change of identity from mother to lover. Believe it or not, there is simply a new more intimate feeling for each other, a new kind of familarity and understanding for each other’s needs and mutual appreciation. In addition to the old feeling of filial peilty I just felt that she was even more relevant to my adult life. I know that many of my friends felt more distant from their mothers and grew apart as they lead separate and different lives.

Mom and I have always been close. We were so close that we sometime shared a bath. Hers was the first female naked body I have seen. I have always remembered her as plump, chubby cheeks, five feet ten and weighed about 180 pounds. She is plain looking but kind of sweet too. She has an average pair of boobs. But coming to think about her now, what excited me about her most is her round big bottom, the thick thighs and broad hip. The thick pubic hair, and a dough-nut like abdomen with the navel at the centre were the parts I must caress at the start of our sexual foreplay. Even before our sexual intimacy we were never strong on modesty issue around the house. She often unwittingly exposed sexual bits of her body to me without ever thinking anything about it. She was never an exhibitionist. She just did not think that her body could be sexual to her son. Take for example, on some hot days when she was doing the normal household chores she would be wearing a pair of plain, thin cotton short and a bra around the house. That meant that all through my teens and my early adult life I have seen parts of her breasts, her thighs, parts of her booty, parts of her pubic hair and on a few occasions even faint impressions of her vagina through her thin cotton shorts. On my part I wore briefs around the house, sometimes allowing her to see impressions of my penis through my briefs, without feeling ambarassed. The thing was, until that fateful night when we discovered the sexual attractions between us, neither of us think about the other as anythying else but mother and son. I did not fantasize about having sex with her and she never acted seductively towards me. The sexual excitement I felt about her body, which I wrote about in the earlier part of this paragraph, only came about after our first sexual encounter.

My mother divorced her husband, my father, when I was five. She never married again but she did have serious relationships with perhaps two or three men and most probably a few casual sexual partners. In other words, she was leading the normal sexual life of the average adult woman.

My sexual mom story began when she was around forty. She had just lost her job as an account executive in an advertising firm. She was in no hurry to find another job and she decided to come and stay with me for a while. I was nineteen and I was in college. I had a studio apartment, courtesy of my best friend who had been transferred abroad on a special job assignment. It came fully furnished, a batchelor’s pad, that is. It has a queen size bed which I insisted mom should take. I slept on an air-matress for the duration of her stay. Mostly because I have irregular bedtime and would not like to disturb her sleep routine by sharing the only bed with her, not because we were squimish about sharing the bed.

It was a full day at college and after an hour or two at the library I hung out with my friends until around eleven that night.