Mom Set Up My First Time

I was a bookish awkward only child and Mom was worried about me. She was a divorced black woman that worked hard and my father sent regular child support, so we were comfortable enough. She grew up very poor in a rough area though, and she thought I was going to have a hard time as a young black man, being shy and without any confidence, as she saw it. I think she was afraid I was gay too. That was not an uncommon way to feel in those times.


One day she told me that an old friend of hers had a bass guitar that had belonged to her dad. Mom knew I wanted one, so she sent me over to Michelle's, (that was her friend) to see if I could buy it. I hadn't seen Michelle in a long time.


She let me in, and my goodness did she look fine. Big afros were still around back then, and she had a nice one. She was about 33 or 34, but she still had a flat stomach, and she was showing it off. She had on a sheer bikini top that really showed off her big firm tits, and you could see those nipples through the fabric. Her skirt was short, and she had long legs and thick thighs, and had high heels on.


I just stared at her for I don't know how long, I couldn't help it. She started coming on strong and said, "Like what you see?" I nodded and I think I smiled, I don't know.


She ran her hands down my shoulders and arms, and got real close to me. She gave signals so strong even a clueless kid like me couldn't miss them, so I reached out and pressed her tight to me. I was already rock hard, and she could feel it. We started kissing, my first kiss, and I still remember how sweet her breath was. She had to pry my hands from her ass so she could undress me. I had an easier job, I just took off her bikini top and there were no panties under her skirt. She had a thick bush which was thought sexy in those days, I know I thought it was.


She got on her knees and licked the underside of my cock all the way up. I didn't know if I would come right there. She took me all in, deep throat, and I bit my lip. She didn't let me come, and after a little she took me to her bed. She was so wet, and her damp bush felt great. She was really tight, well, I had no reference, but she was really tight to me. I thought I lasted pretty long, but thinking back, it wasn't long at all. I came so hard inside her, I thought I was dying, I didn't know. I had jerked off, but it wasn't like this.


We lay together a long time and talked but I don't remember what about. Back then, the telephones rang loud like a bell, and I jumped when the phone by her bed rang. It was my mom. I was scared, but Michelle sort of petted me as she talked, and it wasn't long before I figured mom knew about this. I don't know what Mom said, but at one point Michelle said, "He ain't gay, Tish, you don't have to worry about that." I wish I remembered more that was said, but I tried to block that part out of my mind.


I forgot all about the bass that day, but Michelle gave it to me free later. She never gave me anything else free though. I thought maybe we could meet again, but she said, "No, baby, that was to prime your appetite. You've got to get your own girls, and you can do it." I did. I married young to a wonderful woman, and I'm still married to her today.


Michelle passed recently, and Mom's long passed. I'm thinking about them both this morning, and I'm grateful to them both. In my mom's mind, you had to be an adult long before you were legally of age, and you better be confident and a man as soon as you can. She meant well and she loved me, and I honor her and Michelle's memory.