Memories of childhood.
Age eleven.
Laying in bed on a humid summer night, the house quiet, everyone sleeping in the rooms around me. Crickets outside my bedroom window chirping and a fan blowing softly on the nightstand.
My mother sitting on the edge of my bed in her silky nightgown, smiling lovingly down at me. Her right hand beneath the blanket, slippery with her own saliva and warm to the touch, wrapped around my rigid little erection gently stroking me up and down, up and down.
She's lowered the strap over her left shoulder so that one heavy, full breast lays exposed. I stare at the milky white flesh and the pink areola, the fat nipple. I nursed it as a child, drawing milk. Now my mother draws a different sort of milk from me.
She calls me her handsome little man and leans forward and kisses me lip to lip, softly, no tongue. I reach out and run my right hand up one silk covered leg to her thigh. She uses her free hand to pull her nightgown up and spreads her legs slightly, giving me access. I reach in and my fingers touch moist, damp hair and warm skin. She's wet down there.
I feel myself about to let go and I tense up, she increases the pace of her stroking and tightens her grip. I groan slightly and stiffen, a hot load of cum squirts into her clenched fist. I feel little tremors rock my body...once, twice... I relax.
My baby boy is growing up so fast, she coos as if I were still an infant and moves her hand from beneath the blanket to her mouth where she eats every last drop of hot sticky jizz clinging to her fingers and palm. Done for the night, she stands and fixes her nightgown. I love you baby. I love you too mommy.
I watch her leave the room, shutting the door behind her. A moment of panic! And then, she's back, smiling apologetically and opening the door back just a crack to let in faint light from the hall. Sorry she says, crinkling her nose up. I smile. I sure do love her, I think.
I have the best mom in the world.