Mother Love

I'll never forget the day I first remember seeing a woman's body naked. My age was ten, and the woman was my mother. I suppose it shouldn't have been surprising when you consider how closely family members live to each other. My mom had been a young bride and was widowed at an early age. I was an only child, and she transferred her affection toward me.

That day, in the evening, I had put on my pajamas and had wandered past my mom's bedroom. The door was half open, and I slowly pushed it wider and looked in. Standing near the large mirror above the bureau, my mom had just removed her bra and was about to put on her pajama top when she spotted me in the mirror watching her. I was standing there, eyes wide open, staring at her body reflected in the mirror. She had a young, beautiful body, with generous sized breasts and pretty pink nipples. She was naked from the waist up and had only her panties on. She started to storm at me half naked, with an annoyed look on her face, and I felt like I had done something wrong, without fully knowing why. Suddenly, she pulled herself up short and calmed herself down. She took a deep breath, and forced a smile at me. She beckoned me over to sit on the bed with her. I walked slowly toward her as she patted the bed beside her. She was sitting there topless, and I glanced at her body as I sat next to her. 

She started to explain to me that our bodies were nothing to be ashamed of, and she wasn't angry at me, only startled at seeing me there. She told me to look at her, while explaining how men and women looked different than each other. She slipped her hand onto my neck, then calmly undid my pajama top and slid it off. She let me look at her without flinching or hiding her breasts, wanting to convey the natural state of our bodies. She rubbed my neck and back and told me to feel her body. She guided my hand onto her back, and I felt her soft white skin. Then she brought my hand around to the front of her body, onto her breasts. They were firm and well proportioned, and I felt them without restraining the touch of my hand. I stopped, and she let me look at them without any shame in doing so. 

She explained how women use their breasts to feed their babies. Then she asked me if I knew where babies came out of a woman's body. I shook my head no. She stood up and quickly slid her panties down to her feet and stepped out of them, then motioned for me to stand up in front of her. My eyes were fixed upon her vagina as she slid my pajama bottoms down off my body. She explained to me how a woman's vagina opened during labor to let newborn infants out of their bodies, and how a man's penis entered the vagina to impregnate a woman. I stared at her vagina, with the tuft of black hair around it. She took my hand and placed it upon her there, and I gently felt it. As I did so, she softly took my penis in her hand and squeezed it, bringing up an erection. She slid the back of her hand against it. Between the touch of her hand and the sight of her naked body, I felt closer to her physically than I could ever remember. But it was a different closeness, a mixture of desire snd secrecy, something to be shared but not spoken of. 

She asked me if I liked looking at her, and I nodded my head. She asked if I liked her touching my penis, and I nodded my head again. She explained that this was all very normal, that males and females were naturally attracted to each other and derived pleasure from this attraction. I just kept looking at her nude body, and she seemed aroused by mine. Looking at her, the thing that most surprised me was the hair over her vagina. I touched her there, felt the softness of it, ran my fingers through it. She smiled and told me that I seemed to like that very much. Then she told me to look at myself, and I glanced down and saw that my penis was red and stiff, pointing straight at her. She said this was all very normal, and asked if I'd like to lie down next to her. I felt I should say yes, so I nodded.

 She patted the bed behind us, and I lied down and kept watching her. As she lied next to me, I noticed her breasts swing from side to side, and she smiled at my attention to them. She rolled to her side and pulled me over gently, facing her. I couldn't stop looking at her. She was still a very attractive woman, young and firm bodied. Looking down at my naked body, she whispered that it had been so long, so very long. She looked like she was struggling with conflicting thoughts in her mind.

Suddenly, she asked me if I'd like to see what intercourse was like. I didn't understand, so she told me it was two people sharing their bodies intimately, that it was sex. I wanted to know this, wanted to experience this intimacy. I was beginning to understand what it might be, and the longer I looked at her, the more aroused I became. I told her yes, and asked what I should do. She asked me if I was sure, because we didn't have to do it if I didn't want. I asked her if she wanted to do it. She seemed taken aback by my question, and absent mindedly ran her fingers over the skin of my chest. She told me I had a nice body, and that, gazing at me lying there, she felt a physical attraction to me. Hearing that, I told her that I wanted to do it. She took a deep breath, like there was one final barrier she needed to overcome in her mind. Then she said OK.

She rolled onto her back and told me to get on top of her, and I got on my hands and knees and crawled over her naked body. As I eased my  body onto her, I felt the beginning of a burning desire to physically love her. She ran her hands over my shoulders and back, and I ran mine over her breasts. Her dark brown hair was splayed against the white sheet, in sharp contrast to her milky white skin. She seemed like she was losing control of any restraint she may have still felt. I ran my fingers over her nipples and felt them stiffen. She moaned a little and grabbed my back harder, digging her fingers into my body. I kept rubbing her, over and over, and she abandoned any remaining control. I asked her if I was doing OK, and she told me, in a fast and husky voice, to do whatever I wanted on her body.

 I abandoned all restraint and brought my mouth down on her breasts, sucking her nipples harder and harder. The blood was rushing through my body, and I could no longer control myself. I started kissing her all over, and she responded by roughly rubbing me all over and moaning. The evening had darkened to a faint light, and I could only see the outline of her nakedness in the remaining light. I brought my face up to hers and kissed her mouth repeatedly. Then she told me to put it in her, and I hesitated. She repeated, in a louder and more insistant voice, that I should put my penis in her vagina. I arched my back, and she grabbed my penis to guide it into her vagina. When I lowered back down she slid it inside her.

Her vagina felt warm and moist, tight around my penis, which was now big and engorged with blood. She breathlessly told me to go up and down upon her, and I slowly and carefully started doing so. I was afraid I might do something wrong and hurt her, but she hoarsely whispered to go harder on her, much harder. I was somewhat surprised, but I listened and quickened the pace of my movement. I asked if that was right, but she told me to be aggressive and do what I wanted to on her. So I dismissed my inhibitions and forced my penis and my entire body against her, flattening her breasts beneath my chest. As I came down on her harder and harder, she groaned loudly and looked over my shoulder, her mind focused on the force between her legs. She brought her legs up and around me, and I pushed my penis in further than I imagined was possible. As I pushed, she clutched my back with both hands and writhed underneath me.

Our bodies were bathed in sweat, our animal passions knowing no limits. She took all I could offer, my rock hard penis buried deep inside her vagina. Then it happened. My groin felt like it was exploding. My mother saw the look on my face and quickly whispered in my ear that it was OK , and I should not stop. Something was coming from my penis, and I guessed that this might be was what she had meant when she told me about a man's penis impregnating a woman. I settled into a rhythm, with each thrust of my body shooting semen into her vagina. She had her head back and moaned with each thrust of my body  against her. Her pelvis, between her legs, was shaking as she orgasmed. I continued on until I finally felt spent, and my semen ceased to come. I rolled off her body onto my side and just looked at her. Her chest was heaving, and her body was flushed and red. She turned her head and looked at  me, then rolled onto her side, away from me.

I gazed at her strong back and her rounded feminine ass. She sat up on the edge of the bed, and I watched her. I loved the sight of her body and thinking back on what we had done. She turned on the bed, lifting her body onto it, and leaned over toward me. I watched her breasts swing as she bent over the bed. She crawled next to me and lay her leg over mine, rubbing it softly against me. By now the room had darkened, although the street lamps shone some light on the ceiling. Her body looked bathed in a phosphoresent glow as I unabashedly looked at her perfect breasts and hair framed vagina. By now I was comfortable seeing her naked, and I felt a great physical love for her. I wanted that moment to last forever. 

She just lay on her side smiling, softly caressing my chest. She whispered that I had beautiful skin, and that she had enjoyed making love to me. I told her that she was beautiful, and she looked down away and thanked me. We lay like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness of our bodies. Then she told me to go to bed, and I picked up my pajamas and left. As I left the room I took one final look at her. Her eyes were half closed, and her arms were raised up over her head, stretching her breasts taut upon her body. She gave me a little smile, and I smiled back. When I reached my room I put on my pajamas and got into bed.

That night was our little secret for all the years after, and we would smile at each other when the conversation sometimes turned in that direction, whether we were alone or with others.