As you probably have read in my "about me" I have a love of older women and it all started with my mother. This is not uncommon of course but my story is not fantasy or wishful thinking, it was real and it did happen and it was way back in the late 1970's.

I suppose the reason I am telling this is to finally tell a secret that I've lived with all my life. Neither of my two wives knew that my mum and I were lovers. I told none of my friends or even the psychiatrist I saw a few years ago. I have told no one and I am not even sure if this is the right place to tell it. Maybe someone could help me if it isn't.

My mum had me late in life, she was forty when I was born and she had some miscarriages before I came along. I was an only child and it was a good childhood, we didn't have a lot of money but we were a happy family. I think my mum knew I was turning into a sex mad child when my father was still alive. When I was eleven she came into the bathroom when I was bathing and saw that I had a throbbing hard dick. She didn't say anything but I remember she gave it a good look. We were close too. When my dad was away for work we would sit on the sofa watching TV and we would take turns scratching each others backs which felt wonderful. This was almost caressing too and she let me undo her bra so I could do it properly.  My father died suddenly when I was 12 years old and this really affected both my mother and myself. There was no counselling in those days so we just got on with it. My mum took a job in a dress shop and I got on with school.

I had discovered masturbation when I was eleven and by twelve I was wanking all over the place, getting my kicks from looking at the ladies underwear pages in mail order catalogues and spying on neighbours from behind net curtains. This didn't go unnoticed. My mum was a worldy woman and knew a cum stain when she saw one and told me not to be so dirty. Of course that made no difference and I got smarter by spying on my mum when she was gardening. I would stand in the upstairs bathroom and look down on her as she bent over to do the weeding. Her massive bum was even more gorgeous like that, full and round with her thick thighs she looked so sexy in stretchy slacks that showed every curve. Because of her shape - short with medium tits, reasonable waist, a bit of a belly, massive bum and thighs -  she rarely wore trousers as none fitted properly, so dresses and skirts were what I was used to seeing her in. The sight of her in slacks got me so excited I came two or three times in a row watching her. I remember shaking with lust, literally trembling as I wanked.

It was even better when in the evening, before bed, she would go and put on her nightie and cover it with a see through top. I always remember seeing her sitting on the sofa, the nightie riding up and her thick thighs clearly visible, dimpled with cellulite all soft and white. I was hooked, but I didn't know what she had in mind. As the months went by my Mum would say things that shocked me at first but I then found exciting. She would ask if I had any girlfriends - I didn't - and if I kissed any girls or met up with any after school. Did I feel their tits? Did I stroke their pussies? After the initial shock I would just say "oh Mum!" but I soon shut up when she would say "do any of the girls at school put on a bit of a show for you? do they do this?" and she would stand with her back to me, legs apart and wiggle her hips at me. Then swivel her hips, her big bum moving sexily and finally bending forward sticking her bum out and looking round at me she would wobble her fat bum while I watched with a rapidly hardening cock, my gaze taking in everything storing it up for later when I would wank before going to sleep.

We took a foreign language student to get some extra money, which was ok but I had less privacy to wank, so I went early one morning into the kitchen, pulled my shorts down sat on the stool and was going nicely until I heard steps behind me. Horror! It was my mum and I was quite obviously caught with my pants down. I pulled them up quickly and rushed into the downstairs toilet. Mum followed me but I had bolted the door. She asked me to come out at once and I was not to do that in her kitchen. I said I was sorry but I was more embarassed than at any time in my young life so when her tone changed and she softly asked me to open the door and show her my dick I just couldn't. I mumbled something about it going down now and there was nothing to see anymore. If only I had more courage! What would have happened then?

We didn't speak of that moment for a long time and nothing happened until after my thirteenth birthday. It was summer, in the holidays and it was hot. Mum had been wearing a flowery summer dress that day which had given her a fantastic shape. I had spent most of my time trying to cover my erection and it was a relief when night came and I could have a wank in my room. That evening Mum had on her negligee but no nightie underneath it. I could clearly see her tits and her naked shape when she was against the light, her big cellulite dimpled bum wobbling as she walked in the garden with a glass of wine. I went ouside with her and we talked for a while. I stayed close to her feeling the heat from her body and her perfume making me shake a little. When she stood up to look at the cat at the bottom of the garden I stood closely behind her. I couldn't take it any more. I stood behind her, my dick lightly touching her bum. I put my arms around her waist and snuggled on her shoulder. And kissed her on the neck. I remember that she froze, not making any noise. I didn't know what I was doing but it felt incredible so I pressed my throbbing dick between her bum cheeks and caressed her tummy and hips with my hands, my breathing was heavy and I kissed har again on her cheek. My head was swimming and I felt if I let go of her I'd fall over. My hands were now on her hips, those wide womanly that had teased me for so long. I caressed and squeezed them and then enboldened by this my hands moved to her tits. I caressed them lightly hardly daring to believe it was happening.

Then it wasn't happening anymore. This was the final straw and the spell was broken. She pulled away and turned to me her face looking shocked in the dim light. What did I think I was doing? Her voice was angry. I didn't know what I was doing but I was now trembling with lust and fear and dread, so I turned and ran indoors, running to my room. I cried. What the fuck had I done? Nothing happened. Mum didn't come upstairs or knock on my door, there was just silence.  It was quite a long time and I was going into some troubled sleep when I heard my door open. She had come in and was just standing there by the door. We looked at each other and then I  looked away. I couldn't look at her I was so ashamed. I said I was so sorry, tears rolling down my face, I had never felt worse in my whole life, not even when Dad died. Mum looked at me and said she knew I was sorry but it was her who should apologise. I looked up wondering what she meant. It was then that it all came out. She liked to tease me, loved seeing me go red faced or getting an erection and it was all because she wanted sex. She knew I had been wanking in the bathroom when she was gardening, she loved to ask about the girls at school and put on a show for me wiggling her hips and she wanted to see my hard cock because I was her only son and she loved me more than anything.

Mum said she knew it was wrong but she needed sex and she wanted it with me. If I agreed to it she would teach me everything she knew and we could be lovers. She also said that If I said no then we should forget any of this had happened and in any case it must never be mentioned to anyone ever. I was silent. I seem to remember my mouth opening but no words came out. All the time Mum was standing there practically naked waiting for an answer. She suddenly turned and said she should never have said anything and forget it. She was nearly at the door when my body took over. I had been getting hard again just listening to what she said and so I stood up and said a loud "No" She stopped and turned to me and I will always remember the look of love and expectation in her eyes. I said that I had wanted her for so long I couldn't remember when it started. I loved her more than anything and I'd like nothing more than to have sex with her. "Please teach me everything," I said. This time there was no mistaking it. Mum walked towerds me, put my hands on her big juicy bum, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. I felt her bum, I felt her heat and smelled her perfume again and we both smiled but I still wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not so I asked if she really meant it. Oh yes, my Mum said, she meant it alright. She took my hand and lead me to her bedroom.

My education was about to begin. I was trembling again and my dick was throbbing like it would burst.

 

That is the first part of how it began with my Mum. This wasn't intended to be a novel or anything but the next part will be written in the next couple of days I hope.