Chapter 1

This is part one in a series that I don’t know how many parts it will have. I just know that the first three at least take place entirely in 1985.

Yes, I am still preoccupied with 1985. As great as Springsteen and Madonna were, Breakfast Club, Blondie, Pretty in Pink, none of those are the reason. Not even St Elmo’s Fire. Suffice to say December ‘63 has got nothing on September ‘85. 1985 was the year my life got twist-tuned upside down. Things will never be the same. Is that a good thing? Let’s decide after I tell you the whole story.

September 9th 1985 was my 14th birthday. I was one of the lucky ones who got to have two parties. There was one with the family on the afternoon and evening of my actual birthday. That Friday I had a sleepover party just for me and my friends. Well, almost just for us. My mom did interrupt briefly. At least my 16-year old sister, Jennifer, was at a sleepover of her own and wasn’t around for any of this.

It wasn’t even that late in the evening but she had got enough drinks in her that she was a little out of touch with reality already. My friends and I were hanging out in the basement and in comes mom, carrying a plate of some kind of snacks and wearing just a thin short robe. And I do mean just the robe, nothing under it. Which became abundantly clear because it fell open while she was in the basement. While full-frontal mom wasn’t exactly unpleasant, it was altogether embarrassing.

I recognized that she was a beautiful woman with a voluptuous body. Sexy curves in all the right places. And this was before society had decided that a woman should shave her labia to resemble that of a prepubescent girl. Does anyone else find that disconcerting and really a turn-off? You have a woman’s body, you should have a woman’s pussy. It’s called a pussy, as in a cat, as in a furry little animal. I’m sorry, but there is nothing more alluring than a healthy curvaceous grown woman body with a natural hairy grown woman labia. Even my 14- and 15-year-old friends recognized this. They were shamelessly ogling my mother and saying how sexy she was, right in front of her and me.

She didn’t seem even to notice. She was referring to whatever kind of snack she had set on the table, but was standing right in front of where I was sitting so that pussy was pretty-much in my face, when she said, “Something juicy and sweet to eat!” I was the only one of the boys not to laugh at that. Then she hugged me and kissed my cheek, her naked body pressed against me. This was almost enough to elicit uncomfortable laughter from me. She just called me “a handsome young man” and went back upstairs.

Of course there was a colossal round of ribbing over her appearance and her behavior when she left. I was somewhat irritated and tried to laugh it off. It didn’t really get to me until a little later on after I went to sleep.

I’ll depart from the main narrative for a bit here and explain some about my mom. After dad died she did what was needed to provide for my sister and me. She found herself in a high-pressure job with her on her feet all the time. It was also long, crazy, random hours. She had a hard time adjusting. Her emotional release was in the form of drinking to excess and/or touching herself. Whenever she was going to be off work for more than 24 hours in a row she took advantage of the opportunity to get sloppy drunk. This occasionally lead to her forgetting temporarily where she was and who was around her, and just touching herself at inappropriate times. Not often, but occasionally. She was also very openly bisexual.

Getting back to the plot, I was dreaming about Natalie, a senior girl I had a crush on. We were making out and taking off each-other’s clothes. I proceeded to kiss her all over her neck. Her loud moans were all the encouragement I needed to keep on working my way down her body. Her breasts were a bit bigger but a bit less perky than how I had imagined them before. And I found her body to be more of a curvaceous wonderland than it had ever appeared before. Not that I minded. I was all over that beautiful body. I was approaching her pussy. The voice I heard saying, “Ooohh, Morgan! Eat it, baby!” was not Natalie’s. I knew that voice, but who was it? As teased that tempting hairy pussy, kissing all over it with my lips, I looked up at the woman it belonged to. It wasn’t Natalie. It was my mom!

My mom wrapped her legs around my neck. She put her hands on the back of my head, pushing my face into that hot wet pussy. She said, “Are you going to make me beg? My pussy is so juicy and sweet! Don’t you want to eat it?” I plunged my tongue into it. Getting louder and louder, her voice dripping with rapturous pleasure, she said, “Ooooohhhh, yes, my son! Eat your mommy out! I just love my son’s tongue in my pussy!” Now actually screaming. “MORGAN! OOOOHHH GAAAWWWWD YYYYYEEEEESSSSSS!”

I woke up with my dick still hard as a rock although I had shot my load.

The next morning I got my friends out as fast as I could, trying to keep them from seeing my mom. They managed to catch an eyeful of her completely naked lying on the living-room couch, just looking through a magazine. They were done out the door and I noticed she was ogling a rather provocative picture of Morgan Fairchild. At least it wasn’t until after my friends were gone that she started fondling her breast. I knew what was coming, that I should get the hell out of there.