Incest/Taboo Myrna

This is a story of family sex. If there is something not to your taste in it, leave it and move on. Everybody's 18n blah, blah, blah.
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I'm Jim, married to Molly. Two kids, twins, Kate and Kevin. Molly got the idea of telling my story and I eventually gave in. The story of how, in 1973, I lost my virginity to my mother.

My family lived in the residential area of a small city in the northeast. Mom, Myrna, dad, Tom, me and my older sister Sarah. She's four years older than me. Mom and dad are tall and thin, so the rest of us are too. I'll fill in more later.

I was never good at or interested in sports, so growing up, I was an outsider. My sister, being four years older traveled in a different social universe. We got along just fine, but we weren't close. I hadn't been around girls since I was fourteen and I saw myself as odd, out of step.

The schools in our city were pretty bad so my Grandparents paid my tuition to a private boarding school. The school was in a tiny crossroads of a town up in the middle of New Hampshire. In the '70s there were no co-ed boarding schools and not many co-ed colleges.

I can say during my senior year, after achieving the age of eighteen, my roommate and I would masturbate each other and occasionally exchange oral sex.

This, while better than self-love was not what I wanted. I wanted a girlfriend. I wanted real sex. But every time I got near a girl, I was clueless and assumed they wouldn't like me anyway. In June of 1973, I graduated from boarding school. `

James, the ticking bomb.

I got a summer job, 8-5, construction mechanic. Sarah was off in the middle of the country. She graduated from college and got an internship. Every morning, I woke up hard and masturbated looking at the same, worn-out book of unattractive people fucking. This was the 70's. No internet, cell phones, VCR tapes were still exotic. If you wanted porn, you had to go to small grocery stores on the bad side of town. In the back was a magazine rack. On the bottom shelf, titty mags. Names like "Juggs" and "Big mamas". They just showed tits. Even Playboy was just starting to show pubic hair. Nobody shaved. In the back of the magazine, were ads. Ads for real porn. You had to send a letter, with a check or money order if you were an 18-year-old with no bank account, and in a month, you would get a plain brown package. Real porn. Video? Didn't exist. 8MM movies. A half-inch wide film, you had to have a projector, and no sound. Every night and every morning I looked at those pictures and stroked my cock imagining what a woman felt like.

James, the pathetic masturbator.

We lived on a typical, tree-lined street. A small split-level home, three bedrooms on the second floor around a ten-foot-diameter hall, one bathroom. My parents are great people. Very loving and tactile. They hugged and kissed often and knowing they were so in love made me feel secure. They enjoyed an active sex life, which their son, their horny sex-needy son, could hear from his room at least three or four nights a week. Not yelling foul words and all that. This is reality. I heard groans and moans, coarse whispers, the bed slamming the wall. Yeah, I jacked to that image too.

James the pervert.

My parents were typical for that era, conservative, strait-laced. I had seen both of my parents in their underwear, dad in army-style formless white boxer shorts, and mom in what we call now 'granny panties' and white bras.

This summer, however, dad would finish his shower, dry off, and take the three steps from the bathroom to their room naked. I couldn't recall if he did that when Sarah lived here, but he did it now. I guess it's just easier and since I was the only kid home, not an issue.

Once, I caught my mother doing the same thing. I was lying on my bed which had a view out the door and saw her lithe body leave the bathroom nude. She took the three steps at a normal pace, never glancing my way. It was then I noticed that my mom had a long, lean body, nice ass, blonde, untamed pubic hair, and very firm handful breasts with hard jutting nipples. When you're a horny teen you can be very observant. Since my mother was much better looking than the women in the porn mag and since she was the first woman, I'd ever seen naked, that brief glimpse became the fodder for my masturbation sessions. I probably objectified her by imagining her not to be my mother as I lay on top of her in my fantasy plunging my erection into her vagina. I didn't give the whole thing much thought.

I was home for a week when dad got a fat promotion. We were excited. Now we could afford a vacation and a new car. The hitch was, that dad had to go out to Kansas somewhere and straighten out an underperforming factory. He said he'd be back by the time I left for college.

I fell into my summer work routine. Mom would get up with me each morning and make me breakfast. On the first day after dad left, I was shoveling in my scrambled eggs and mom was sipping at a cup of tea.

"James, do you have a girlfriend?"

My mother, for some reason, called me by my full name. Never 'Jim' or 'Jimmy'. 'James'.

Myrna, the formal.

You need to know that my mother would have been a killer lawyer. She had a habit of asking questions to which she already had the answer and by that method trapping me into an honest response.

"No, mom, I don't."

This was not a topic I wanted to discuss. It was, in fact, a source of embarrassment. I had run into old friends from town and many of my contemporaries had lost their virginity, had girlfriends and social groups. I was incredibly awkward around women. They were a mystery and I just knew if I tried to converse, I would succeed only in saying something stupid. So, I said little and was marked as 'dull'.

I knew my mother would not let this go, "Why not? You're a very attractive young man, intelligent, funny."

I got up. I had to escape. "Mother, I gotta go to work."

As I passed her, her hand shot out and grasped my wrist, "You're twenty-two minutes early. Answer my question, please."

Myrna the inquisitor.

Time for the suspect to confess.

"I feel like a clod around girls. I don't know what to say. Anything that comes out of my mouth sounds stupid. I'm scared to touch them, in any way. They're just a big mystery."

Mother sipped her tea, "So, you've never had sex?"

I should have snapped right back with 'yes', but I paused, remembering those dark nights with my roommate.

Mother smiled, "Ah, so you experimented in school."

I was so red I thought my face would catch fire, "I, uh, we, uh..."

"Shhh", She said. "That's not unusual under the circumstances. Masturbation will only take you so far."

I flushed again, "I'm sorry, mo..."

She cut me off, "Stop. Do not apologize for masturbating. You're eighteen years old. If you weren't masturbating, I'd take you to a shrink."

That did nothing to lessen my humiliation. She wasn't done.

"So, do you like men? I mean boys, I guess."

The cross-examination was getting worse. Every part of me required inquisition. I didn't have an answer for that. Zack and I had masturbated each other and graduated to oral sex but there was no emotional connection, just a mutual need. But my mother was relentless, and it was making me mad.

"Well, mother, we did it almost every night, so I guess I do."

My mother's lips disappeared. Good, a little shock might shut her up. Zack and I didn't do it every night or every week. But I'll confess that when we did the idea of exciting someone else was fun and having my cock serviced, even by a guy, was awesome.

"Oh. Well, that's interesting."

As she sipped her tea, I thought I saw her hand shaking. Her face a mask of banality.

Myrna the Sphinx.

She was done for the time being, "Okay, head off, I'll see you when you get home. Looks like it will be just you and me for the summer."

It was Friday. I had spent the day taking the engine and transmission out of a huge front-end-loader. I was grease and filth from head to toe. Mother had told me when I started this job, to come home through the garage, drop my clothes, come up, and shower. I left my greasy pants and shirt in the garage and went upstairs in my white cotton briefs, with black smudges where I took my cock out to pee during the day. As I got to the first floor, I heard her in the kitchen talking to another woman. I bolted up the three steps to the second floor and ran to my room.

Wrapped in my robe, I went to the shower and left the bathroom, clean, but still robed.

Walking into the kitchen in shorts and a tee-shirt I saw that my mother was talking to Mrs. Roberts. She was divorced, which in 1973 was considered a mark of shame. However, the story that went around was that she caught her husband having sex with another man and since he left town pretty fast, it gave the story legs, so she got a pass. In the '70s there was no 'gay'. You were 'queer' and an outcast.

Mrs. Roberts was about ten years older than me and very attractive. Unlike mom, she was curvy and had big breasts with this thick mane of auburn hair and blue eyes that bored right through you. She was very outgoing, funny, and sometimes inappropriate. Why Mr. Roberts wanted to have sex with guys instead of her baffled me.

"Hey, Jimmy. All graduated and ready to start college?"

She was still a woman, however, "Hi Mrs. Roberts. Yeah, I guess."

"Call me Alice. I'm divorced now. So, what are you doing all summer?"

I looked at my mother. In the 70's you did not call adults by their first name. She nodded.

"Stuff. Working. Mowing the lawn."

Alice laughed lightly and took a sip of her coffee, "You were right Myrna." Mother smiled.

I didn't like the sound of that one bit. I glared at mom.

"Yes, James, I was telling Alice about your awkwardness."

Myrna the gossip.

I stood in the kitchen slack-jawed, "You what? How could you?"

I turned to dramatically storm out of the kitchen.

"Stop right there!"

My mother never raised her voice. I froze, my back to the women.

"Turn around and face us!"

Alice was taking a very long time sipping her coffee, with her face down. Mother's eyes blazed.

"I did that because on the course you're taking you're going to become a homosexual and I am not having a fairy for a son."

Some context. In that time, such language was not as insulting as it is now. Well, it was, but back then, it was considered acceptable. Mother continued.

"Alice has agreed to spend some time with you and get you out of your fear of women."

"Mother, you should have asked me. I'm not afraid of women."

"If I asked you, you would have said no. So, it's done and yes, you are. It's Friday. Alice is going to pick you up tomorrow morning. I'll lay out a towel and your swimsuit."

Myrna the procurer.

Sensing I was dismissed, I left.

Since no sex took place, I'll gloss over the day. I started the day, awkward, embarrassed. Alice was amazing. She said when she picked me up, we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend for the day, but she was more like a big sister. All-day she coached me on how to relate to women. Conversation, reading body language, when and how to touch. It changed my life. When we got back to my house, it was dark. She walked me up to my front door, where, oddly, the light was not on. I had my arm around her waist, my fingertip just inside the waist of the bikini that stuck out of her jean shorts. We paused and faced each other. She had taught me the signals, so I moved my lips to hers and kissed a woman for the first time. I was gentle, caressing her lips, she sighed and pressed back. I opened my lips and felt her tongue probe. We were French kissing on the front step of my house. My hands were on her waist. My cock had shot up to full size and as we kissed, I felt her pressing her body against me. My fingers slipped under the waistband of her bikini.

Her hand intercepted mine. We were still pressed tightly together. She spoke, her lips brushing mine.

"I have a boyfriend, and this is as far as he would allow me to go."

She kissed me again. My cock surged. I loved her scent, her smooth skin. Alice pressed her pubis against my erection.

"Sorry, but I do have to tell you that if I didn't have a boyfriend, I'd take you back to my house, let you take off all my clothes..."

Her mouth moved to my ear, her tongue caressing me.

"And I would suck your cock until you came in my mouth. I love cock."

I came in my pants. I went to pull away. Alice held me.

"That's a compliment, not a humiliation. You just made my night. I'm going to go home now and masturbate, thinking of what it would be like to fuck you."

If I hadn't just cum, I would have then. Alice pecked my lips and walked to her car. I knew that was it. Alice and I would never take it further. But she was successful. I was now a confident man.

I went to bed, masturbated twice more reveling in the saved sensations of Alice's body and words.

I woke in the morning, the sheet off of me. Back then air-conditioning was for the wealthy. We had a big-ass whole-house fan. It made summer livable. Rubbing my erection through the cotton of my briefs I felt like a good yank. I looked under my bed for my fuck books, gone. Then my door opened. I bolted upright to conceal my hard cock.

"Good morning, son. Did you sleep well?"

Mother never came into my room. She breezed in, wearing a long light robe, and sat on the edge of my bed.

"I called Alice, this morning and she told me about your day together."

Somehow, I knew that Alice had told my mother every last detail. I blushed. My erection faded.

Mother patted my thigh, "Yes, she told me everything. Please understand, this is our secret and nobody else will ever know."

"What about Alice's boyfriend?"

"He got the sanitized version, without the kissing and..."

"Mother, why are you here? You never come in to wake me."

She shifted, getting the robe out from under her, which I thought was curious.

"After Alice and I talked this morning I felt better. Perhaps your path to fairyland is not so clear. Alice thought you had done so well that somehow you should get a bit more female knowledge. I agreed but, didn't know how that would happen. Well, that's what I told her. From now on this will be a secret between just you and me, understand?"

I nodded my head, very confused.

Myrna the sex therapist.

Mother reached down, loosened the knot on her robe, and slipped it off her shoulders. The garment fell away to the floor leaving my mother sitting on the side of my bed completely, gloriously naked.

"Ummm, mother?"

She stood up and turned slowly, "Go ahead and look. Our secret, remember? I'm a bit old and saggy so sorry about that but have a good look. Not like those trash bags in your dirty books. Yes, I know you had them, and, yes, they are gone."

I took her in. I don't know whose mother she was talking about but the one I was looking at was tall and lean, and tight. Her breasts, not huge. Probably a B cup and, unusual for a woman, symmetrical. She had huge, long nipples, small areolas, and a tawny mane between her legs. Nobody shaved or trimmed back then. I was enjoying a naked woman and trying to forget this was my mother. My cock started swelling and I made sure to stay upright.

She cupped her firm breasts, "Up here James."

I looked at her face. She gently tweaked her nipples, "Breasts, boobs, tits, if she is in the right mood. Nipples, nips. No other names, they are all vulgar."

I nodded, wishing my fingers were twiddling those nipples, which were now very long and very hard.

"Mine are unusually long and sensitive. Your father can get me to orgasm just by sucking on them."

Gah, too much information, but stimulating none the less.

Mother spread her legs, just a little. One hand went down, and her fingers ran through her sparse, blonde pubic hair.

"Vagina. Which can be a bit too clinical. Pussy is cute. Down there, is also acceptable. Womanhood, but that sounds so Victorian. Never the 'C" word. Even if she uses it. The rest of the names are all disgusting insults and never use them to describe a girl's pussy in her presence."

I noticed that she didn't stop. Her fingers ran through her pubic hair and now between her legs a little as she spoke. Her face and chest got a little red and her breathing changed. She quickly took her hand away.

"I can see from the condition of your cock that we are making good progress. I hope this was helpful. Perhaps we will revisit this in the future."

Mother turned, leaving her robe and left, shutting the door behind her. I heard her door shut.

I'd never heard the words, vagina, pussy nipples, oh, and cock, out of my mother's mouth. My briefs were on the floor in a second and I jacked myself to the vision of what I was pretty sure was my naked mother masturbating in front of me. I came like a rocket.

My mother's obsession with me becoming gay was interesting. I wasn't going queer. I mean, it was better than jacking off and all that, but, after Alice, I wasn't interested. But I certainly wasn't going to tell her. My mother had become a different person and my perverse mind wanted more. What was it she said, 'A secret between you and me?'

The next event of the summer was Becky. Once again, I'll give the short version since this is not the focus of my story, but it was a vital part. I met her at our tennis club pool. She was visiting family. I was bummed when she told me she had to leave tomorrow but that's life. Becky was my age, a little over five-feet-tall with brown eyes and hair. She had that wild outgoing personality that formerly had struck fear into my heart. I thought about Alice's advice and went for it.

We hit it off right away. Joking, laughing. We'd mildly insult each other and laugh about it. I bought her lunch at the snack bar.

In the pool, we'd dunk and mess around. As the day wore on, I noticed her hands would brush my ass every once and a while and she even, in a mad wrestle in the water, just barely touched my cock, which had spent the day half-hard. I returned the actions, just brushing my hand over her fat round breasts and ass. I never found a subtle way to put my hand on her pussy, but I sure tried.

I wanted to kiss her, and I could tell she wanted to kiss me. I asked her to a movie that night.

I held Becky's hand as we entered the theater. Once in our seats, she placed her hand on my thigh, down towards my knee. Getting the hint, I put my hand on her bare leg. She was wearing a mini skirt, which I took as a good sign. We looked at each other, waiting for the lights to go down.

In the darkness, I saw that same look Alice had. Since Becky was leaving tomorrow, I had nothing to lose. Our lips touched and it was electric. Becky jammed my mouth open with her tongue and we were Frenching like crazy. My cock was so hard, it hurt. I felt Becky's hand move up my leg and remembered where mine was. As her fingers tried to grip my cock through the fabric, I ran mine over the wet vee of cotton covering the first pussy I ever touched.

We were at this a few minutes when Becky pulled back a whispered, "let's go somewhere."

Lover's Point, a grassy wood with a dirt road. The custom was just parking lights when you turn off the road. As we drove in, we saw the cars off to each side, windows fogged and the sounds of sex, muffled by auto glass. I parked mom's barge of a station wagon and cracked the windows. I looked at Becky and leaned to kiss her. She put her hand on my chest. No, not that. She couldn't be a tease. I was crushed. Then I saw the look in her eyes.

"Let's get in back."

No sooner was the door shut then we were at it. Kissing like we wanted to crawl in each other's mouth. My hands found her tits, firm round, hidden by her bra and shirt. I had my hands up the back of her shirt, looking for the catch. She stopped kissing me.

"Let me help."

She whisked off her shirt and put her hands between the cups, "It has a front catch, dummy."

She yelped as I mock bit her neck. The bra fell away, and I stared at the second pair of real breasts I'd ever seen.

"Wadda ya think?" Becky asked.

"Fucking gorgeous." Was my perfect reply.

She yanked off my shirt and I held her two perfect breasts and, remembering my mother's weird offhand comment, started sucking on a nipple. Becky yelped and gasped.

"Ohhhhhh, yesss, Jimmy."

I worked over her nips for a few minutes and I'm pretty sure she came at least once. Then I remembered her pussy. I moved up and we went back to kissing as my hand cupped her sex through the drenched cotton. I looped the leg hole with my finger, wanting to touch my first pussy. She whispered,

"Not yet, stay outside."

I massaged her pussy, she writhed under me, gasped, went rigid and I felt the surge of wetness in her panties.

"Thank you." She panted.

I licked my fingers, "My pleasure." She giggled.

She undid my shorts and we paused as I took them off. Becky kissed me again.

"I want to see it."

I was getting into this now. This girl was wicked.

"See what?" I panted.

She put her mouth to my ear, just like Alice.

"Your cock, Jimmy. Show me your cock and I'll show you my pussy."

My briefs were gone in a second and it took me two more to get Becky's miniskirt and light blue cotton panties off. We were back to necking, stark naked, with my hard cock pressing on her stomach. Becky panted in my ear, "you got a condom?"

I froze. My cock started wilting. What an ass. Now she's going to laugh at me and get dressed. I'm done.

"No. I'm so sorry, I jus..."

She kissed me again, "Don't worry baby, we can still have a lot of fun."

My hand went between her open legs. She was warm and so wet. As I fingered her, her hand covered mine. I looked at her in the filtered moonlight.

"If you kiss mine, I'll kiss yours."

I knew what she meant but I wanted more.

"Kiss your what, Becky?"

She brushed my lips with hers, "My pussy, Jimmy. If you put your mouth on my pussy and make me cum, I'll suck your cock and you can cum in my mouth."

What a night. She taught me how to please her and covered my face at least four times. She took me into her mouth like I was the last guy on earth. The first time I came she moved up and I held her. My mouth moving to hers for a kiss. She moved back, a questioning look. I moved in and kissed her deep and hard, yes, tasting myself. She was breathless.

"Nobody ever did that. You made me feel so special. I like the way I taste on you."

I licked her face, she yelped. I told her.

"I like my taste on you too."

I had to towel off the condensation from the windshield to drive home. I had just my shorts on. Becky stayed naked, just to tease me. In front of her house, we kissed again, after she put her skirt and shirt on.

"Jimmy, I hate having to leave tomorrow. I know you would have been a great fuck."

My cock grew again. Becky whispered in my ear, "I'm visiting Molly, my cousin. I'm telling her all about you. She's just like me."

Becky got out and walked around the car. Leaning in my side, she kissed me again, and as she passed me her soaked panties she said,

"We sleep in the same bed while I'm here. Naked." She winked, "Night, Jimmy."

I had two thoughts as I drove home. I would never be able to repay Alice for what she had done for me and, Mr. Roberts was a fucking moron.

Barefoot, I slipped in the front door, pressing it closed. Stepping on the outer ends I went up the three steps to the second floor. I stopped. Over the dull roar of the fan, I heard something from my parent's room. I moved closer. The door was open a crack for air. Through it, I heard my mother panting, whispering my dad's name, and under that a liquid sound that was new to me that night. My mother was masturbating. I peeked in the crack.

Mom was splayed on the bed, naked, the phone against her ear. Her hand moved something between her legs. A dildo. My mom had a sex toy and was fucking herself while talking to dad on the phone. I knew what he was doing on the other end. I thought my cock was done for the night. I was wrong.

I stood in that dark hall. I dropped my shorts and masturbated as I watched my mother. She came three times and when I felt mine, I panicked, grabbing my briefs out of my back pocket and unloading into them, stifling a groan of forbidden satisfaction.

I was exhausted and collapsed, naked and un-showered on my bed. I was out in an instant.

The sun was well up when I came to. I lay naked on my sheets, going over the most amazing night of my life so far. Becky, the car, her panties, now stored in my bedside table drawer. Then mom. Then, what Becky said about her cousin Molly. Was she hinting that she had lesbian sex with her cousin? Incest was incredibly taboo back then, so this was a wicked admission. But that was the only conclusion I could make, and it made my cock hard.

I took out her panties and pressed them against my face as I masturbated, imagining her with her cousin, in bed naked, licking each other. Now I knew why she wanted me to make her cum in her panties, it was a gift to me. My cum rose quickly and I grabbed my already soiled briefs and coated them with a second load of cum. That was fast.

I lay there, my cock still hard, my white briefs on my belly with fresh cum on them and Becky's panties in my hand. My door flew open and my mother charged in, laundry basket in hand, wearing gym shorts and a tee-shirt of my dad's.

Myrna the unannounced.

"Bout time you got up."
I scrambled but all the sheets were under me. Mom picked up my clothes from the floor as she spoke.

"Don't bother, I've seen everything already. It's just your body, and after all, you owe me. I showed you mine."

Mother grabbed my cum-soaked briefs off my belly and tossed them on the top of the basketful of dirty clothes. She said nothing about Becky's light blue cotton panties in my hand. As she left, she said over her shoulder, "Get up and get dressed. The lawn needs mowing."

I put on clean briefs and looked for my cutoffs. Hmm, probably in the dryer.

I padded down to the basement laundry room. The full basket sat on the washer, but my briefs were gone.

I found something else to wear and went to make my breakfast. I heard mother upstairs. By the time I was sitting at the table, she appeared.

Mother made tea and sat with me. She sipped and paused. I just knew something was coming.

"So, you got in late. Did my son give away that which can only be given once?"

Myrna the obscure.

I stopped eating Wheaties and stared at her.

"What?"

Mother put her cup down, "you had a date with Becky Murphy. I happen to know she's fast and I wondered whether you two had sex and thus lost your virginity."

'Fast' was code for girls that liked to fuck and weren't shy about with whom. I was annoyed.

"Don't say that about her. I really like her, and we had a great time. I'm sorry she had to go back home. And since you want to know everything, no, I didn't."

My angry outburst put my mother off-center.

"I'm sorry, that was a bit coarse. I know her Aunt and she was concerned about Becky visiting and staying with Molly."

Becky's comment came back to me, and I decided to press my brief advantage.

"Becky mentioned she stayed with Molly. She said they shared the bed. Is that a problem? I thought girls did that a lot."

"It's not important. As long as you had a nice time."

"Mother, you started this. What's going on?"

She sighed, "Okay, you don't know Molly and probably won't see Becky again. This is more of that 'our summer secret', understood?"

I nodded, thinking, 'this could be good.'

"Janice, Molly's mom, confided in me at a party a while ago. She was bombed, otherwise, I doubt she would have been so forthcoming. She knew Molly and Becky shared a bed and had also found out they did so naked. Listening at the door, she heard, well, let's just say she thinks the girls might be doing more than sleeping and she was afraid that Becky was a lesbian and turning her daughter. Was Becky um, responsive, to your presence?"

I looked right into my mother's eyes, "Oh hell yes."

She blushed. But now I was confused.

"Mother, why didn't Molly's mom just go in, say something, do something?"

Mother finished her tea and set the cup down.

"You're an adult now so you might as well start learning. Our culture is hypocritical. I know, that's bad and nobody should do it. But in this case, it keeps our society civil and we maintain the façade of morality."

"What do you mean?"

"Okay, an example. Alice's husband. Once again, this is close to gossip, which is vile, and never say anything about it. Alice knew what he was doing. It was a harmless perversion, and he is not the only husband doing that. His mistake was, he was not prudent and discrete and got caught. His banishment was more about not obeying the rules of discretion. I also know some couples that get together in a motel and exchange their wives for sex. But, you see, they go to a different town and act very normal around here. Janice did not want to make a fuss and have a problem with Becky's mom, her sister. Since the girls were being discreet, mostly, Janice let it go. But she was worried."

I laughed, "man, that's phony."

"No more phony than a mother and son sitting in a kitchen talking. Knowing that our friends would not approve of the mother being naked in front of her son to explain the female body, or the son watching his mother masturbate from a dark hall while he did the same."

I couldn't look at her, "I'm sorry. That was an invasion of your privacy."

"Now, you understand. I was not as discrete as I should have been. You tried but failed. I am, in a way complimented that you would find this old lady that exciting. Most young men would run away, disgusted."

I looked back up, "Don't say that mother. You're a very good-looking woman."

"Thank you, son. That's nice to hear. Well, enough of this talk. As you know I talked to dad last night and he is going to be delayed. Some employees set a fire and he's got to get rid of and replace a lot of troublemakers, so you will have to step up a bit more, being the man of the house. The lawn awaits."

As I put gas in the mower, the obvious occurred to me. This wasn't about me going gay anymore. I shoved the mower along, reliving the feel of Becky's warm body against mine. The feeling of cumming in her mouth as she looked at me. The taste of her pussy as she came on my face. I felt so horny, so needy. I'd do anything to have those feelings for real.

Two laps across the yard later, my cock half-hard as I marinated in the lusty memory of that night, the light went on in my brain. I stopped and looked at the house. Wow talk about hypocrisy. Well, we'll just see.

Mother and I ate lunch on the patio. I was drenched in sweat so indoors was not an option. The weather, already steamy, was predicted to get worse over the next few days. Good to get the work done now. There was a pause in our conversation.

"James, I know I'm being nosy, but just how far did it go with you and Becky?'

Not surprised at the question, I made no protest. But I didn't want to give away too much. Mother still had an agenda about which I was curious. "We kissed a lot and touched over our clothes."

"That's all?"

'Mom, first date. I wanted more but she wasn't giving the signs Alice talked about, so I enjoyed what we did. Just as well, I wouldn't know what to do to her if she wanted. Alice's boyfriend's permission didn't allow those lessons."

Mom smiled, "No, I'm sure they didn't, but you should know, Alice, well, she liked you, a lot."

Guess Alice didn't share everything after all. Discretion. I was learning.

After mowing the lawn and putting the mower away, I went into the basement garage, dropped my shorts and tee, both soaked with sweat and went up in my briefs. This had always been acceptable conduct, on a limited basis, so I did.

As I hit the landing, mother stepped out of the bathroom, a light cloud of steam following her. She had her robe cinched around her waist. Since that 'show-and-tell', she had reverted to her usual self.

I got clean briefs and headed for the shower. Mother's door was closed.

Not the panties she usually wore. These were briefer, lacier, light pink, and laying, perfectly displayed, on the bathroom floor. I could see the gusset, which was aimed at me, was a shade darker.

Myrna the inticer.

The bathroom door was latched but I reflexively looked at it, assuming mom would barge in at any second and rescue what appeared to be her cum-soaked panties from her pervert son.

I left them there as I showered, waiting for the knock, which never came. Naked, dripping, and hard, I stepped out of the shower, leaned down, picked up my mother's sex damp underwear, and pressed it to my mouth.

She tasted different than Becky, a little stronger, but nice. I turned in the tiny bathroom and faced the sink. The mirror reflected a lithe young man, pink fabric in his mouth, with wild eyes and a rigid penis. I devoured my mother's taste as I masturbated into the sink, uncaring of the social crime I was committing and fully aware that now, I too was a hypocrite that was about to jet a large amount of sperm into the families communal washbasin. At the last second, I held her underpants in front of my cock and loaded the gusset with my cum.

Now, satisfied, I looked at my mother's underwear and thought, Shit I've gone too far. That was too much. It could have been an accident. Oh, well, nothing I could do about it now.

I left them laying on the floor, nicely laid out, but facing the other way. As I left my room after getting dressed and jumped down the three stairs, I heard mother's door open.

Drinking a soda in the kitchen, she came in, wearing a very loose pair of running shorts and one of dad's wife beaters. I wasn't sure if there was a bra. She already wore a light sheen of perspiration.

"It's going to be horribly humid the next few days. I can't wait for your father's raise to come through. We can buy an air-conditioner then and at least have some refuge."

"Yeah, no matter what I've got on, it feels like a coat."

She laughed, "well said."

I let the comment hang, sensing something coming from the look on my mother's face.

"Jimmy. It's going to be very hot and steamy. As you said, clothes will feel like coats..."

She stopped, waiting to see if I would pick up the thread. I waited, sipping my soda. Mother cleared her throat and continued.

"Since we have, um, seen each other, I was wondering if you'd be offended if your old mom had a bit less on when we were alone."

Myrna the nudist?

After devouring the taste of mother's pussy and seeing her naked and masturbating, I was more than okay with this.

"I wouldn't be offended. You're not old and, under the circumstances, I'd be fine with that. We can be a couple of hypocrites in secret."

Mother put her hand on my shoulder, "You learn too fast, young man. You can call me mommy."

With that, she yanked off dad's shirt, her firm breasts quivering slightly. Then, putting her fingers in the waistband of the shorts, pushed down. Darn, she had panties.

It was the pink pair that I had just devoured and soiled in the bathroom.

"Ahhh, that's better." She said, turning slowly. I saw the cotton fabric clutching her firm ass and cupping the bulge of pubic hair at her apex, tufts of tawny fur peeking out from the leg openings. My penis began its climb.

"You can join me, you know. Our summer secret, remember?"

I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into a chair. Since I had no briefs on, the long tee no longer disguised my reaction to my nearly naked mother. Mom looked me over, her gaze lingering at my crotch.

"I guess you're not offended at all."

I blushed, "No, and it's tough being a guy. No secrets."

She reflexively glanced down at her own body before catching herself and laughing, "True, but it's okay."

The balance of the day passed uneventfully. Just before bed, Mom and I both showered again. Mom steeping quickly from the bathroom to her room, naked. As I left the bathroom, I could hear her talking to dad on the phone. I decided since she was so casual and it was like a jungle out, to sleep naked. I took off my briefs and lay on the narrow, twin bed, letting the hot wet breeze of the fan make sleep eventually possible.

It was a moonless night. The dim nightlight in the hall cast weak shadows on the wall as I heard my mother pad into my room. She paused, standing next to my bed.

"Mommy?"

She sat on the edge of my bed, near my hips. I could feel her against me, and I knew she was nude.

"Jimmy, I was talking to your father. I told him about your date with Becky and your remarks. He was concerned, and I agreed, that your lack of knowledge of a woman's body might cause you frustrations like this, and that could cause you to relapse into your old ways."

That was lame and we both knew it, but I played along.

"I was frustrated and scared she'd laugh at me if I got it wrong. You told me what to call everything, but that's all."

I'd been aware for a while that mother was struggling being with me alone. Urges. I wasn't struggling at all. I thought she was beautiful, and my moral compass broke in boarding school. What kept me honest was my respect for my father and his relationship with my mother. But she and I had done nothing overtly wrong.

"Yes, we thought that. Dad felt I should help you a bit more. I wasn't sure that was a good idea, but he felt strongly. So, may I talk to you about a woman's sexual body?"

"Can I turn on a light?"

"No." she snapped.

"I just thought it would help."

Myrna the conflicted.

"Maybe some other time. Why don't you get up and trade places with me?"

I got off the far side. My cock was flaccid and flopped around my legs as I stepped around the end of the bed. I felt for her leg and sat, once again, skin to skin, my hip to her thigh, facing her. I left my hand resting on her leg, by her knee. Her muscles were taut. Mom was propped up on my pillows against the headboard. I felt tension in the air. The room seemed to get even steamier.

"So, we talked about what a woman's, um, parts, should be called, but I was a bit nervous and lost my nerve in giving you more detail. This is not normal behavior and I worried."

I laughed nervously, "Well, we had that talk, and I think I understand. I can be discrete."

Mom's hand landed high on my thigh, "You learn fast, my dear."

We sat in dark silence for a beat. Her hand stroked my upper thigh lightly, remaining in acceptably explainable territory. My penis expressed interest by becoming larger. I was glad it was dark. She took a deep breath.

"So, I guess this starts with kissing. Boys can be so very clumsy kissing. Lean over and place your lips against mine."

Our lips touched, hers closed tightly, her body tense, wary. I pulled back.

"That wasn't bad. Usually, boys are in such a hurry they practically Ra*e a girl's mouth. All tongue and teeth, prying the girl's mouth open. Good start."

Now Alice and Becky had schooled me well. I knew I was a good kisser with girls, at both ends.

"Now, try again, but nibble my lower lip, caress my mouth, no tongue."

I enjoyed toying with her mouth, but she remained tense and her lips stayed shut. As I finished, I let just the tip of my tongue press between her lips, no response. She gently pressed me back.

"Well, you have that. Now, a girl's breasts. Once again, boys go after tits like it's a hamburger. Soft and gentle. Tease her. Don't grab her nipple like it's the launch rod on a pinball machine. Try."

I moved my hand to my mother's abdomen. She twitched at the contact. There was a light sheen of perspiration on her warm skin. I circled my fingers, moving up and around, bigger loops until my fingers felt the rise of her modest breasts. Once again, she twitched, tensed.​