Chapter 1

It all began during my first term at college; when I’d come home to find Mom alone on the sofa, softly sobbing to herself. It took me by surprise because I’d never seen her crying that way; except when my Dad died some years ago.

But also a surprise was seeing her drinking a wiskey at that time of day! She looked up saying, “Oh, Jonathan! I’m ... I’m so sorry about this.”

At 34, mother was in fine shape and always wore a skirt to perfection. She’s a 5’ 8’’ red-head with lush tits- not to big - but taunt and spiky; very slim waist leading to sexy sexy thighs - and super slim legs.

In fact she had featured in my sexual fantasies since I began masturbating.

As things, progressed I would sneak into her bedroom and go through her undies, unloading my spunk in her panties.

I imagined her legs wide open and moaning for me. But then came the day I found a large plastic dildo in her bedside drawer! ... which really stunned me ... because it was much bigger than my own cock! ... It made me feel so feeble and out of my depth. What had I been thinking!

So now ... suddenly seeing her as a damsel in distress, bravado evaperated, was a sort of strange turn-on? Naturally I sat down with her and asked what had upset her, but she shrugged me off with embarresement. I felt out of my depth.

After all she was an executive with her company; used to giving those arround her guidence, rather than recieving comforting gestures from others. We haden’t been here before. So I sat there feeling awkward for a while before she turned to me and supprisingly began softly sharing the source of her sorrow.

She had taken my hand to convey our shared sorrow of losing father and sipping the wiskey while describing her loney nights of being widowed. I took this to mean loveless nights. Then she stunned me by revealing she’d known about me sneaking-in and staining her panties! ... But I was more amazed still when she added that it had really turned her on; but I was to young for her then?

My mind raced with questions ... had she been impressed with the amount of my cum? Would she have wanted sex with me had I been a bit older? Had she ever frigged off over me?

My cock was rock hard now, as she continued that eventually she overcome the stigma of taking up with another man as a widow when she had met Arthur at a community dance!

She found they danced well together - a romance flourished; and then she added shyly that in time she was having sex with him. Her life had become happy again. This was the first time I’d heard her use the word sex; and it meant she saw me now as an adult. I felt a throb of hope.

She had recalled all this, mostly with her head lowered, but now she lifted her head and placed aside the glass. Holding both my hands, she looked into my eyes as if asking for my acceptance, “That’s how it was Jonathan - the sex was good for me.”