Mother’s Love

When I was 15 I had a sexual experience with a girl down the street. We were doing the classic show and tell, naked and taking in our nakedness. I was a late bloomer and was not developed like most of my male friends. She laughed at the size of my penis as did the guys in gym when we showered. It was humiliating. I stopped showering after gym and word got around the school about my micro dick. It wasn’t such, I just hadn’t had my hormones kick in. Once my hormones kicked in at 16 I grew five inches in height, pubic hair and my genitalia grew as well. The damage however was done. I love women but when with them I was impotent. Could not talk my dick up and as such became very withdrawn and depressed. My mother was, as any mother would be, very concerned. The guidance counsellor and psychologist explained it to I and my mother as being performance anxiety. Her and their talking with me had a terrible effect. It made me feel like a freak, an anomaly. What was wrong with me? I never fantasized about men, so I wasn’t homosexual. I just fantasized about women, and would masturbate to those fantasies. Intimacy was another thing altogether.
I remember being so down that I became obsessed with committing suicide. My mother’s answer to this was to lay with me in her bed. To sleep with her. Dad and her divorced when I was very young with just her and I in the home. So this arrangement was easily done. I was very nervous and my dick was incredibly soft, turtling in fact. We laid together naked, mom touching my body all over and asking for the same. There was no pressure on me to perform and we had not for over a week. Mom cuddled with me every night, she wore revealing nightwear, would be nude around the home. My penis had not felt anything more than just her hand. One night she she kissed my face, chest, stomach working her way down to my soft cock. My heart was pounding in my chest. My cock stayed soft even with her performing oral on me. The night that changed everything was the night where she laid on the bed nude, she is and even today, a beautiful woman. She instructed me to touch, caress her, suckle on her tits and take in her entire body. She gently guided me down her torso to her pussy. I had no idea what to do, she simply said, “kiss it.” I did. The scent, hair and wetness. She then instructed me to lick it, put my tongue in her, stroke lightly her clit, suck on her labia. I was really enjoying her obvious pleasure in my actions. She was writhing, holding my head in her hands pressing me into her pussy. She suddenly started shaking as she went into orgasm. I absolutely loved it. She then told me to enter her. It was at that point that I realized I had a raging hard on. I entered her and she told me to go slow. Even so it felt so fantastic that I came very quickly. She told me to stay in her as we got absorbed into kissing each other. I stayed hard while in her pussy, she telling me how good I feel in her, how well I did eating her pussy. Just reaffirming my performance. I slowly stroked my cock in and out of her until I came again. That was it! My confidence was revived. I continued sleeping with and having sex with mom every night and often times during the day as well for the better part of six months until she ended it. She said “you know how to fly now, you don’t need me.” She was right and we never had intercourse again. My depression gone and in fact I became a bit of a ladies man. Mom has been a great mom, mother in law and grandmother. She and I have never told a soul. I figure with no names given that telling this to strangers may be erotic to some but may help others who have been through the same. The lesson I learned was to get out of your thoughts and enjoy making love to whom you are with. Bring them pleasure and you will get hard and if you don’t, as long as they came, should be satisfaction enough. I don’t know if I would even be alive if not for what my mother did.