I was a late bloomer. But, once I tried masturbation and realized how pleasurable it was, I felt the need to catch up on what I might have missed. Since that first orgasm rocked my world, I was constantly occupied with what sex with women would feel like. I so wanted to feel a pussy wrapped around my cock that I felt that I could do anything for that.

It was about the time I turned eighteen that this story happened.

It was a Saturday and mom had gone shopping like she does every weekend. Usually, she would back her car into the carport and would open the trunk and start unloading the groceries. That day I was watching her from the kitchen window overlooking the carport. I don’t know why, but I was struck by how wide her hips were despite her being shapely. She was close enough for me to see her ass clearly as she bent over the deep trunk reaching for stuff.

Things were clear enough that I could see a deep cameltoe formed between her pussy lips. But, what turned me on the most was seeing some of her pubic hair peeking out the sides of the soft cotton short shorts she was wearing.

The thought that all that stood between mom’s pussy and me (or the world if you wish) was nothing more than a flimsy piece of cloth that could be shoved aside very easily turned me on. As if my cock needed any additional reason, it went into one of its chronic erect states that’s been plaguing me since I hit twelve. Since it was Saturday and no school, I was only in my pyjamas which were soft and stretchy. The bulge was too obvious to hide, and too hard to try to will it down. So, instead of going out to help mom as I usually do, I quickly went to my bedroom with the intention of relieving myself to make my bulge less embarrassing.

I had just pulled my pants down when I heard mom walking down the hallway. I knew she would be looking for me to help her put away the groceries in the kitchen. What I didn’t expect was for her to open the door without knocking. Our eyes met each other in shock as she saw me pantless and my cock in all it glorious hardness. She quickly turned her head and closed the door behind her.

After a few seconds of catching my breath, I put some clothes on and walked out to the kitchen. I was starting to go soft as the situation was a little odd. Once in the kitchen, I could see mom blushing. I started helping her put some of the food in the refrigerator. I heard mom take a deep breath and she said, without looking at me, “Steven, I’m sorry I forgot to knock, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

I thought about what she said and replied, “It’s okay, Mom, I’m not embarrassed.”

She then quickly said, “I know, honey, but you have your right to privacy and I need to respect that.”

“Well mom, you’ve already seen me in me naked plenty of times since I was born, you gave me my bath until I was eight, it’s not like you saw anything new.”

She turned her head to me, smiled and said, “Steven you sure are comfortable with yourself at your age. I’m impressed. But, I can’t believe that you weren’t even a little bit embarrassed?”

“Not at all, I’m comfortable with my body.” I had no idea where the words were coming from, but I felt confident enough to say them.

“So, you have no problem standing in front of your own mom with no pants on?” she wryly asked.

Without hesitation, I said, “Mom, I have no problem even standing totally naked in front of you.”

“Yeah, right,” she quipped sarcastically.

“You don’t think I would take off all my clothes in front of you?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” she shook her head.

I have no idea what was going on in her head, but you don’t challenge an eighteen year old man and expect him to back down.

Before she knew it, I pulled off my shirt and began unzipping my pants. By the time I had everything off but my boxers, she laughed and goaded me, “You’re not gonna do it, you won’t take everything off. I know you too well.”

With that, to her amazed eyes or should I say amused eyes, I slid my boxers down to my feet. She didn’t try to hide her stare at my crotch, which was simply too arousing for me, and my penis began to pump up with blood like a jackhammer. In no time it was pointing right at her face, which turned dark pink and she seemed to gasp for air.

“I can’t believe you just did that, Steven.”

“I told you I was comfortable with my body. I know I’m more comfortable with my body than you are with yours.”

That seemed to strike a nerve with her.

“You don’t think I’m comfortable with my body?”

“Nope,” I teased.

Then it was my turn to be surprised.

“Okay, how about you come over here and help mom take off her clothes. Let’s see how courageous you really are!”

After a brief moment of shock, as I didn’t expect her to involve me in her nakedness, I gradually walked over to her. She stood with her arms folded and an ‘I dare ya’ look on her face. But, her look changed dramatically when I reached around her and slid my hands behind her back. I proceeded to lift her shirt over her head, pulling her bra with it simultaneously. It was impossible to pull her bra up from the back, so I quickly moved my hands to her front and pulled her her cups off and up. Surprisingly, mom raised her arm above her head to allow me to take her clothes off. Her big tits bounced around a little as they settled on her pale chest.