I was 16 years old and in high school. My mom was a singer in a dance troupe, and she had just celebrated her 37th birthday two days earlier that year. My dad and mom got divorced.
The reason I say it here is to honor this particular event. If I don’t talk about it, no one may know about it for the rest of my life. I don’t think it would be fair to my mom or to me. Thanks to the Internet, I can tell what I can’t tell. I said it to show my heart: I’m serious about my mom. I don’t think my mom is a good woman, but she’s been good to me, and I thank her for that, and I should have the courage to tell the world, even if it’s on the virtual Internet.
It was the night before New Year’s Day and my mom came home late from a show. She came back in tears because one of her boyfriends had scolded her. I comforted her as much as I could, and she said that the one thing in the world she was most attached to was me, and then she hugged me and cried.
I gave my mom a glass of water, and she said, “Let’s sleep here at night.” I said, “Okay.” I took off my clothes and got under the covers, and mom also took off her clothes and laid down.
After a while, mom said, “Come under my covers, I want to cuddle you.”
I said, “Uh-huh.”
Mom’s body was soft and she was beautiful. Mom hugged me tightly, and I was a little excited, with a little guilt and excitement in my heart to hug her tightly as well, with mixed emotions.
After what seemed like 20 minutes of this, with my mom’s face pressed against mine, my mental activity was so active that I pretended to be unconscious as I pulled my hand out of my mom’s waist and placed it on her lap, then on the small of her back, and finally on her bra. This was a long time, estimated at an hour, and I felt my mom’s face get hot.
Suddenly, she kissed my face with her mouth and I pretended to be asleep. After kissing me a few times, my mom asked me, “Are you asleep?”
I said, “Not yet.”
Mom said, “Let me take my bra off.”
It was like I had a premonition of what was coming, but couldn’t believe it. Mom took off her bra, laid down and pulled my hands over her breasts, and I didn’t dare move a muscle.
Mom said, “Do you want to touch me?”
I said, “Uh-huh.”
She said, “Here you go.”
I started to touch her breasts, they were soft and exciting. Suddenly, my mom jerked me into a hug and kissed me so deeply that I was a little breathless.
Her first words after letting go of me, I still remember clearly: “Don’t leave mommy, never leave mommy!”
I said, “I’ll never leave mom.”
Mom said, “Get on top of me.”
As I rolled over, my mom helped me remove my shorts, and she removed her shorts as well. Honestly, I was too giddy to realize anything except that my heart was beating extra fast. By the time I was on top of mom, we were naked.
Mom whispered in my ear, “Do you hate Mommy?”
I said, “I don’t hate it.”
Mom kissed me again and then channeled my cock into her and I couldn’t help but move.
Ah! How wonderful that was! I felt my mom blushing as she was so beautiful. Since it was the first time, I probably ejaculated in less than five minutes, and mom seemed to have an orgasm. The second time we did it for about fifteen minutes.
I love my mom. I would like to honor her memory.