Motherly Love.

I stood gazing at Alicia as she lay sleeping peacefully in the queen-size bed. As always, when I had to work late, she had thoughtfully left the bedside lamp on so that I wouldn’t be stumbling around in the dark. The lower part of her exquisite body covered by the sheet that she had unconsciously pushed down exposing her breasts. It had been a very warm day and the late evening humid but she always slept naked.

As I watched her, she took a deep breath and turned her head slightly in her sleep. I smiled as I gazed at her face framed by her long wavy auburn hair. She was beautiful. Her lips were full and well shaped. A cute nose that always delighted me. High cheekbones and a well-defined chin. Beneath her closed eyes, I knew she had clear, green eyes. Her breasts were full and even at the age of thirty-eight and having given birth to a child, there was very little sagging.

Alicia had been gang-raped when she was just twelve years old. The gang of teenagers had left her half-naked, battered, bruised and crying in a recreation park and ran off never to be seen again. She had become pregnant because of the rape. Her wealthy parents wanted her to have an abortion but she decided to have the child against their wishes and resisted all attempts to make her change her mind. Nine months later, she gave birth. Her prudish parents tolerated having her stay with them until she was sixteen and then insisted she move out of her home and live alone. They gave her a monthly allowance but only enough for her to live in a one-bedroom apartment. They had told her they would accept her back home if she had the child adopted but Alicia refused. The trauma of being raped never left Alicia. She distrusted all men as a result and refused to date anyone that asked her out.

My earliest memories as a child were living in a large room that had a TV, armchairs, a table and a bench that was before a kitchen area. A door led to another room that was the en-suite bedroom. The bedroom had a single bed in a corner and a double bed beside a large window. Along one wall was a large wardrobe. Beneath the window was a dressing table where my mom used to brush her hair and apply a little makeup. The single bed was mine while my mom used the double bed.

My mom was a single parent and I never knew or learned who my father was. It never worried me as my mom took care of me well enough. I don’t ever remember going hungry or being in need of clothing.

Living in such confined conditions meant there was little or no privacy and, although at such a young age I thought nothing of it, I was used to seeing my mom naked. She would busy herself around the small apartment, cleaning or tidying up, wearing nothing at all. She would rise in the morning, shower and then sit at her dressing table to prepare herself for the day. It became a habit and didn’t change as I grew older.

As every kid knows, the warmest and most comfortable bed is his or her parents and my mom’s bed was no exception. Like any other kid, I used to love climbing into her bed in the morning to be tickled or just to cuddle up. It is also somewhat therapeutic when kids are not feeling well. When I had a headache or a bad dream, my mom used to allow me to sleep with her.

Only when I started school did I learn that other kid’s parents didn’t go about their home naked and that it was “rude” to see a naked person of the opposite sex. I learned not to speak of seeing my mom naked every day. Other boys would talk of girls and secretively about sex and I would join in.

I was about ten years old when I experienced a particularly bad dream my mom unsuccessfully tried to calm me down. Eventually she told me to sleep in her bed. I was still there when she came to bed later. I felt her slip into bed, give me a kiss on the forehead then turning her back on me, she settled down to sleep. I was unable to sleep after being awoken and lay there just thinking. Before long, I could hear her steady breathing and knew she was asleep.

I turned on my side, cuddled up to her, putting my arm around her. My hand touched her breast purely by accident and I froze. It made me think of the “naughty” pictures the kids at school giggled about. I hadn’t woken her and after a minute, I relaxed again.

I remember lying still and thinking that she was asleep and never noticed that I had accidentally touched her and my curiosity was aroused. Slowly, I moved my hand until I was holding her breast but with the lightest of touches. She didn’t move and her breathing was unchanged. That was the beginning of many explorations.

The next time was a week or so later. I had lain awake waiting for her to come to bed and then when I was sure she was asleep, I carefully slipped into her bed. She was sleeping on her back and I began to move my hand inch by inch toward her breasts, pausing often so as not to awaken her. Finally, my fingers touched her soft flesh. Tentatively, with light touches, I explored the shape of her breast. I touched the nipple and gently pressed it with a finger. Then she turned over on her side with her back to me and I was too afraid to continue. I slipped out of the bed and went back to my own.

How frequently I slipped into her bed, I can’t remember but it was quite frequent. At least twice a week at first. Each time I got bolder as my mom slept soundly. During the weeks that followed, my fingers had explored both her breasts and I had even touched her pubic hair. After each exploration, I would quietly return to my own bed and play with myself. I learned how to masturbate and enjoy the wonderful feeling it gave me.

Then one hot summer’s night Mom was sleeping on her back. One of her legs was straight while the other was bent with her knee lying on the bed. The sheet was down over her ankles.

Again my fingers explored her but this time went further than before. I touched her pubic hair lightly then slowly moved my fingers to the cleft between her thighs. I had seen her naked so many times. Since a very young child, I had seen her bend down and seen her vaginal lips many times but never had I touched them. Now, with her lying in this position, I could explore. My small fingers moved over those lips so softly so as not to awaken her. I remember my heart pounding in case she woke up and discovered what I was doing, but she didn’t.

During that hot summer, I had many opportunities as she often slept in that position, probably because it was cooler for her. The more I explored, the bolder I got until I was actually parting her vaginal lips with a finger and feeling the moistness within. I would then quietly return to my bed and masturbate.

As far as I knew, my mom never knew what I was doing to her as she slept…until one night I had crept into her bed again. I had learned to start touching her breasts, this would arouse me, and I would become erect. Then I would explore ever lower until I was lightly stroking her pussy and sometimes parting her lips with a finger to push further into her. I started as always by touching her breasts but when I started to move lower, she turned toward me.

“Not down there tonight, darling,” she said.

I was petrified. I felt my face burning with embarrassment as she switched on the lamp, turned back to me, and smiled.

“It’s not nice down there tonight. It won’t be nice for another three days,” she said.

I tried to hide my face under the sheet but she gently pulled it away and kissed me.

“It’s all right, sweetie. I know what you’ve been doing all this time,” she said. “But once a month girls can’t be touched down there for up to a week.”

She reached out and put a hand on my burning cheek. “In a few days it will be all right again.”

I tried to pull away. I was so embarrassed and expected her to punish me but instead she took my hand and placed it on my breast.

“See, sweetie? I really don’t mind.” She pressed my hand hard against her breast and moved it in a circular motion. I had never touched her that hard.

“And I know what you do when you go back to your bed!” She reached beneath the sheet and I felt her hold my erection. She wiggled it a bit and laughed.

“All men play with their dickies,” she said, “but they prefer to have someone play with it for them.”

She began to rub my dick slowly then tossed the sheet off the bed. The width of her hand almost hid my dick. She pushed me onto my back and wriggled down the bed.

What happened then made me stare with amazement. She opened her mouth and engulfed my dick. I saw it disappear all the way into her mouth. I could feel her tongue playing with it then she slowly lifted her head until her lips were almost at the tip of it. Then again she sank down slowly. She continued doing that, getting faster at each stroke. The feeling was incredible. Her warm wet mouth sliding up and down my hard dick felt wonderful.

“Mom! I’m gonna…” I blurted. I didn’t know exactly what to say.

She stopped for a moment and looked at me, smiling. “That’s all right, sweetie. Do it. Just come.”

She sank back down onto me and continued her movements faster. I remember thinking that maybe she didn’t know stuff comes out! I couldn’t hold back. I spurted it all into her mouth. She just kept on until I stopped spurting then incredibly; she looked up at me and swallowed.

That was the start of a new and wonderful relationship with my mother. I no longer had to try to be secretive when I touched her. I learned that she had been awake every time but didn’t want to stop my explorations. She enjoyed it too. That particular week she had her period and felt she had to stop me that one time. It opened the door for an exciting life for both of us.

As I grew older, we became more intimate. I will never forget the first time I penetrated her with my dick. She taught me how to touch her in the way she wanted. She taught me how to pleasure her and I taught her how I wanted to be pleasured. We became lovers and practiced sex in every possible way.

Now, I am twenty-five years old and still in love with my mother.

Alicia stirred and opened her eyes.

“You’re home!” she exclaimed. She smiled up at me. “What are you doing standing there?”

“Just admiring how beautiful you are for a thirty-eight year old.”

“Get undressed and make love to me.”

“Yes, mom. I’ll do that any time!”