I grew up with a single-parent, my mother. She was a juvenile mother only fourteen and some months when she gave birth to me. Her upstruck parents threw her out but had the decency to provide for her while she attended school, but when she was old enough to go to university they stopped the money and left her on her own. Anyhow she managed to bring me up, take a degree and work at the same time.

By the time she was twenty-six she had taken her degree and started to work and by the same time I started to get curious about girls. More then curious obsessed. So obsessed with what they looked like without any clothes on that I came up with this waterproof idea how I could get into their locker-room, hide and study all these naked girls. Of course I got caught and my mother was called to the headmaster's.

I've never been so embarrassed in my life as when we sat in the head-master's office and he gave me hell, Mom didn't say much just nodded in agreement when he made some suggestions to her how I should be punished for what I had done.

Finally the lecture was over and I followed Mom out with my head hanging reel low. We didn't talk while we drove home. I thought Mom was so mad at me that she didn't want to talk with me anymore and I could feel the tears start to fall down my cheeks. Up till now I had been able to hold them back but now I couldn't anymore. I wept in silence not wanting to add any fuel to my mother's anger by showing I wasn't man enough to take the punishment.

We arrived home and Mom just stopped the car sat for a short while and looked out the front window. She sighed and opened the door and without looking at me went inside.

Slowly I followed her. I had never seen her angry at me and now I was in unknown territory. How would she react when we were alone? I hoped she would give me a good whipping and then we could forget it all.

I made an attempt to sneak away to my room but mom stopped me.

"Oh no young man, I think it is time for you and me to have a talk," she said in a tone of voice I couldn't interpret and my heart sunk as I prepared myself for a scolding or at worst a spanking.

"You sit there," she said and pointed at an armchair. "Now. I know it isn't easy to grow up without a father. I've tried to be both, but it's impossible for me to get in a father's place..."

She sat quiet for a while. I didn't dare to look at her but I glanced up at her with my head bowed and saw that she was chewing her lip the way she does when she is deep in thoughts.

"Yes. It isn't easy to grow up without a father, but it isn't easy to live alone with a son either. I should have, I did anticipate that you should get interested in girls eventually, but for heavens sake, you're only thrirteen!"

"Fourteen next month," I mumbled and glanced at her and caught her trying to conceal a little smile.

"Oh. OK. Fourteen. But that isn't an excuse for what you did. Is it?"

I thought that was a hypothetical question so I didn't say anything.

"Well. Is it?"

"N-n-no, mom."

Hear it comes, I thought.

"No it isn't," her voice broke and I felt my heart sink as I thought she was going to cry. I had never in my life seen my mother cry and now I was the reason for her sorrow.

I raised my head to apologize to her. She was suppressing a laughter! She saw me look at her and couldn't hide her laughter anymore.

"How in heavens... How could you..." and she started to laugh so much that she doubled over. I looked at her I couldn't see anything funny about it. It was I who had to confront all the other kids and the teachers tomorrow.

Mother dried the tears from her eyes and looked at me.

"Oh honey, it's not that bad. It's... It's..." she started to laugh again. This almost hurt me more than a scolding would have done and I ran into my room and slammed the door after me and threw myself on the bed with my face in the buried in the pillow.

After a while I heard a timid knock on the door.

"I'm sorry honey. I know I shouldn't laugh at you. But... never mind. I should be mad at you. But I'm not. You know that what you did was wrong."

She sat down on the bed beside me and stroked my hair.

"Do you know why it was wrong?" she asked me softly.

I just nodded my head in the pillow.

"It was wrong of you to spy on the girls, wasn't it?"

Again I silently nodded.

"It doesn't hurt me that you spied on them and that was wrong. I know why you did it. What hurt me most is that you didn't come to me. I've always tried to tell you that you could come to me about anything, haven't I?"

Again I just nodded.

"So tell me why you didn't come to me," my mother asked me softly.

"Oh mom," I spun around and wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face against her hips.

"So, so," she consoled me stroking my hair.

"Why didn't you come to me? Didn't you think that I would have shown you?"

Surprised I lifted my head and looked up at her.

"You... you would?"

"Sure. What's the big thing? You are curious about girls, that's natural. It's just that I think it's a bit early, but kids grow up much faster nowadays..."

I drew in my breath and hold it for a while trying to calm myself down.

"Will you?" I almost whispered.

"Will I what?"

"You know... Show me..."

"Oh. Well. I..."

"Of course not," I said and let my arms loose from around her hips.

"Oh, but I will. But not just now, later."

"When? Next year?"

"No silly. Later tonight."

She looked down at me glancing up at her with disappointment written all over me.

"Tell you what," she said with a little laughter. "I'll give you a little preview."

She raised her dressed to above her thighs, high enough for me to se the bulge in her panties where her pussy was and a few hairs poking out by the sides. She turned around with her dress hiked up above her thighs and I looked at her bottom. It was at that moment I became an assman! It was wonderfully beautiful! Round, full, not big rather small and hard! And her cheeks sort of wiggled as she exited my room. She cast one last exaggerated flirtatious wink at me as she disappeared behind the door. I couldn't help but laugh and I heard her giggle as well.

I stayed in my room and did my homework while mother prepared dinner and didn't see her until she called for me to come and eat.

While we ate she talked with me as if nothing had happened but sometimes when I looked at her she had to hide her mouth behind the palm of her hand and I knew she still thought that I had done something silly and funny and I started to see the funny thing about it to and didn't really mind her little amusement.

After dinner I helped her with the washing up and then we sat and watched some TV.

"I think it's bedtime. I'll take my bath now," she said and stood and walked towards the bathroom. "Are you coming?" she asked before she disappeared.

My heart raced as I followed her and my cock twhiched in anticipation.

"You can sit on the toilet," she said and without hesitation started to undress.

First she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slowly let it slip down her arms, folded it and put it on top of the clothes-basket. I didn't pay any attention to that. My eyes were glued to her bra-covered tits. Soon, soon I would see the first pair of tits that I've ever seen.

Next she shed her skirt and now she stood in front of me in panties and bra, when she had got rid of her pantyhose I don't know, but usually she did that as soon as she got home and I guessed that she had done so just before she started to cook our dinner.

"Well?" she said and twirled around letting me see her from every angle.

"Well what?" I asked a little surprised. Was this all there was going to be?

"What do you think?"

"Oh." My heart sank. This was all!

"Only kidding!" she laughed and turned her back against me. "Help me with this," she said and made a backward pointing at the clasp of her bra.

My hands trembled a little as I reached for the clasp. I couldn't quite reach it as I sat so I stood and unhooked it and at the same time and let my nose almost touch her skin while I smelled her skin. It smelled of something I hadn't noticed before. It could have been a mixture of soap and perfume but I thought it was her own smell. As a woman. Not a mother.

She turned again and faced me while she let the straps of the bra slip down her upper arms with the cups still hiding her breasts. She stopped it from gliding any further for a short while, teasing me a little before she let the cups slip over her breasts. The cups hooked on her nipples and stopped and she shrugged just a little so they fell loose and her breasts were exposed to me!

My heart stopped but my cock pulsated while I looked at my half-naked mother. I could feel how my cock leaked a little precum and I shifted a little on the toilet-seat.

Her rather small breast sagged just a little bit as a reminder of her childbirth but her nipples peaked upwards like curious little pink noses sniffing the air. While I watched they started to get hard and even more pointy and her aureolaes shrinked-up and became oval. Surrounding the nipples in a just hinted darker shade of pink.

"Mhm," mother coughed to get my attention. "Ready for more?"