Mother Love

Mother Love

I was the 10th of 10 kids. As “the baby of the family,” I’d always been very close to my mother. She was short - a bit chunky - and cute. I admired her, and - as I entered puberty - began to feel more than love for my mother. I began to feel “mother love!”

In the winter I turned 18 years old, I made a decision to step up and make a move to express my true feelings. My mother was getting ready for a social outing. It was just before noon, and she was to meet friends for the afternoon. She and I were the only ones home, so timing was perfect. I noticed the bathroom door ajar, and I could see her putting on her makeup.

I entered the bathroom, and closed the door behind us. As she “did her face,” I pressed against her from behind. My heart was racing, my breathing heaving. I was already getting an erection, and pressed it against her ample ass. She neither said nor did anything.

I took her lack of response as an invitation, so reached around and began to hug her. Soon, I slipped a hand up to her chest, to the v of her blouse. Quickly, but smoothly, I slipped a hand inside her bodice. Still, she did nothing to deter me. As such, I continued, and slid that hand inside the cup of her bra. She stopped with her make-up, and sighed a deep sigh.

We continued. I turned her around, and released my now-hard cock from its confinement. I guided her hand to my member, and stroked it with her hand. I then let go, and she continued to stroke me. That led to going to her bedroom (6 steps from the bathroom). We ended up in her bed, and had the first of many encounters of a body-mind-spirit connection. I grew up very fast in this era of life.

I still think of her, though she passed 27 years ago. In fact, I still masturbate to my memories of our love-making.