The most special person ever in my life was Mom. She gave me life, tended my boo-boos, changed my smelly diapers and raised me. What more could any boy ask? Was there more, you ask, to prompt this writing? You bet your sweet bibby there is and I'm going to tell you.

I can still clearly remember when I was five and Mom would take her bath with me. There was nothing wrong with a mother bathing with such a young child even if he was a boy. For certain I never thought much about it. From the very start I could see there were big differences in how our bodies looked. Mom, for one thing, had these big soft looking things on her chest and I didn't. Then I had something between my legs that she didn't have. So what's the big deal? I do remember even then it was those nice big soft lumps on her chest I used to nuzzle to and nurse from, but there was never anything sexual. It was only a mother nursing her baby.

Of course I did wonder how Mom would pee without a penis. I had one and she didn't so how could she pee? I wanted to ask her but something always stopped me. Being the only male around the house, I never really knew my Father; I didn't even at that young age want to sound stupid.

Seems to me that the first time I experienced anything close to being sexual was one day bathing with Mom. We used to wash each others backs. When I was done with Mom she would have me turn around and wash mine. Being so young she would have me turn back around and face her so she could wash my chest, face and arms. Naturally she did my legs.

On this day she was about to start washing her chest and a thought came into my head. If she could wash my chest why couldn't I wash hers?

"Mom, before you start can I wash you like you do me?"

I didn't notice the hesitation but she finally nodded her head handing me the soap. Being her chest was already wet I began rubbing up the soap up close to her shoulders. Before long I was moving lower and suddenly found myself running my hands all over those nice soft lumps of hers. I was really surprised when I first felt them. Because they always moved and wiggled around a lot I naturally thought them to be floppy, for want of a better word. Imagine my surprise when they weren't floppy but very firm instead. Trying not to stare I began to notice even with their size they didn't hang down much.

The next thing that came to my attention was the centers. Both of her nice firm lumps had bumps that seemed to grow thick and hard. As I washed her chest many times my palms would pass over these strange bumps and I could feel how hard they had become.

About that same time Mom decided I had done a good enough job washing her chest.

"You've done real good, son. Now it's time I finished washing you." Her voice sounded different, sorta deep with a hint of rasp. Of course I couldn't have known at the time but it was all because I was making her feel good.

I stood up in the bath in front of Mom, looked down and gasped. My pee-pee was sticking straight out from between my legs. Not only that but it hurt.

"Mom, my pee-pee hurts. What's wrong with it? Is it broke?"

Only from the mouths of babes could such a question come, but I didn't know any better. Looking back all these years I now know it was my first erection.

"It's just fine, sweetheart. There's nothing to worry about. It's just a natural thing that happens to young boys and soon enough it will go back down and stop hurting."

There was no doubt in my mind that I could trust what Mom told me so I began to relax. Still my pee-pee remained rock hard but Mom ignored it except when it came time to wash it. Now I've heard boy even at my age could feel an orgasm but I didn't know anything about things like that back then. Mom soaped up her hands and began to gently wash my stiff pee-pee. Since my testicles had yet to drop, they would a few years later, she put one hand under my scrotum and used the other to message me.

I guess since it was my first experience even close to sex is the reason it still remains so vivid in my mind. Being my pee-pee was only about three inches long Mom could only use two fingers but what a wonderful feeling those fingers gave me. It, and they, were slick with soap and she easily glided her fingers over my stiffness. I watched as her fingers slipped up and down and every time she reached the tip I felt that special feeling. The feeling, as I remember, was really very good. It was the first time Mom ever spent so much time making sure I was very well washed down there.

Suddenly something really strange happened to me. I felt my pee-pee get even harder and then I felt a pleasurable release in my loins. Of course there was no outward sign but I learned years later it was my very first orgasm. My knees felt weak and just as my pee-pee began to go soft I had to sit down.

"There, all clean. Do you feel better now?" There was an odd wistful look and smile on her face.

"Oh yeah, Mom. I feel just great. Are we done? I'm getting sleepy and want to go to bed."

Mom laughed and agreed with me. I got out of the tub and was drying myself when I noticed Mom still in the water.

"Aren't you going to dry off and go to bed?"

"I will in a minute, sweetie. I just want to relax in the warm water first. You go on to bed and I'll tuck you in shortly."

So off the bed I skipped. Yeah I still skipped in those days. It wasn't long after climbing into bed I heard the water in the tub splashing. My bedroom wall was next to the bathroom and I listened. Soon there came a very low moaning and I knew it was Mom. Just as I was about to scamper from my bed and check on her I heard the tub draining. Since the only sounds I could hear then was her putting the towel back on the rack I figured there was nothing to worry about. A few minutes later Mom came to my room wearing her nightgown. She made sure I was well tucked in and leaned over to kiss my forehead.

To this day I don't know what made me do it but as she leaned over the front of her nightgown fell open and my eyes locked on the large lumps on her chest. Of course I would later learn these were her breasts, but right then I didn't care what they were called. At that moment I struggled to keep my hands alongside my body as my desire to feel them again rose. I remembered how they wiggled as she kissed me and I saw the thick bumps each of them had. As she stood up to leave I felt my pee-pee again getting hard. At least this time it didn't hurt so I said nothing to Mom.

After that one time Mom never repeated her actions with my pee-pee again in the tub. I also didn't get to wash her chest and those wonderfully large lumps again. Oh she would still have me stand and make sure I clean down there, but I didn't get all hard and full of pain either.

When I turned seven Mom told me we couldn't take baths together anymore. I asked why and she said it was because I was too old for that. So from then on it was just me all alone in the bathtub. Mom would wait until I was done before taking her bath.

As it happened on day the hot water tank quit. It didn't leak or anything, it just quite. Mom found out when she was trying to wash dishes and there wasn't any hot water. Sighing she decided to heat water for the dishes and our baths. Because it was going to take so long to heat the water Mom said that this time we would bath together.

Well I was very happy to hear that. It had been such a long time since I'd seen those wonderful lumps on her chest only by now I knew them as breasts. I had also learned that those strange deeply red colored bumps in the middle were called nipples.

By this time I'd grown quite a bit and Mom seemed to have notice when I was naked. My pee-pee, which I had also learned was my penis, had also grown. Push come to shove I would have to say I was now the proud owner of five inches of young manhood. Once again I saw the wistful smile crease Mom's lips as we both got in the tub totally naked. It seemed odd somehow. I found I couldn't keep my eyes from looking at her breasts and, when I checked, Mom was staring at my penis.

It didn't seem at all unusual that we didn't spend time talking. While the water was hot enough at first it was quickly cooling.

"I guess I should have made sure the water was boiling before putting it in the tub. We could have used the cold to cool it if it was to hot."

Mom seemed eager to quickly finish her bath instead of taking her time like she usually did. I, too, was feeling the water quickly growing cooler and followed in her example. When we were done both of us got out of the tub and used towels to dry off. As I started to slip on my shorts I noticed it was really all that soft for some reason. Pulling the waistband well away from my body I managed to slip them up to cover my nakedness. Mom only had to raise her nightgown above her head and let it slid down. When she raised her arms I looked and saw how her large firm breasts lifted and held tight to her chest before coming back down as her arms lowered. Inside my shorts I felt my penis get hard.

Turning to hide what had happened, and I couldn't have said why at the time, I told Mom I was going to bed. Once under the covers Mom came to kiss me goodnight. As had happened so many times before her nightgown drooped in the front and I was pleased to see her swaying naked breasts. My penis jerked and refused to go back down. I knew, when she left me alone, I was going to play with it having learned about that only a few months earlier.

Right after my bedroom door was closed I threw off the covers, pulled down my shorts and began pumping my stiff penis. Oh man did it feel good and almost before I knew it I felt that wonderful feeling again. There still wasn't anything coming out because I had yet to reach puberty but it still felt good. It only took a few minutes before I was drifting off to sleep. Had I remained awake just a bit longer I would have heard those strange moans coming from Mom's room.

By the time I was ten I was maturing very fast. Already I was growing sparse hairs around my pubic area and by now my testicles had come down. I wasn't anywhere near being a porn star but to me it was a real milestone in my life.

As it sometimes happens in the life of a young active boy I became the victim of the slipping bicycle chain. I smacked my crotch directly on top of the steel bar and saw stars. At first I wanted to throw up, but that went away only to replaced with a huge dull aching. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I came into the house. Instantly Mom was beside me helping me to my room. I sat on my bed holding myself with my legs together. Mom wanted to know what happened and when I told her she insisted on taking off my pants. She said she wanted to check and make sure there was no obvious damage. I didn't argue or complain and was quickly laying half naked on my bed.

Mom, saying it would be better, helped remove my shirt. Now, for the first time since I couldn't remember, I lay completely naked in front of Mom. She began her examination of me by checking for bruises. Finding only one small one she carefully used her hand and fingers to feel around my privates.

"Now Roger I want you to relax. This might feel strange but I need to check your privates and make sure there is nothing seriously wrong."

I just nodded my head already liking what she was doing and that was very little. Carefully she felt my scrotum, lifting it and caressing the twins inside the sack. Satisfied there was nothing wrong there she touched my penis. It couldn't have been broken because almost the instant I felt her fingers touching it the swelling began. I tried to remain perfectly still as I felt her fingers wrapping themselves around my still growing young shaft.

"It doesn't seem like you've suffered any damage but I need to make sure. Now you just keep yourself relaxed and let Mommy make sure."

Who was I to say no when her soft fingers wrapped themselves around my growing pole? In my mind and my body this was the best thing I had ever felt. Soon my penis had become stiff and as long as it was going to get at that time. Mom's fingers kept squeezing and relaxing before squeezing again. Soon I felt her hand moving and chanced a peek. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mom was stroking my penis.

"Tell me, baby, does this hurt?" She was slowly moving her hand up and down.

"No, Mom. It feels real good."

"Does this hurt?" She gently cupped my scrotum firmly.

"No, Mom, that feels real good, too."

"Does my moving my hand like this cause you any pain?"

"No, no pain but it's making me feel even better."

"Do you want to me to stop?"

"I hope you don't, Mom. Please keep doing it."

As Mom continued pumping her hand I saw she was breathing funny. Each breath she seemed to gulp shoved her breasts out. I could easily see them inside her snug bra and wished she was wearing her nightgown instead. That way I could watch them moving around. Still who was I to complain? Here was my Mom jerking me off and she didn't seem to know it.

The pain from the bike was gone replaced by the marvelous feeling of Mom's stroking hand. The more she pumped the closer I was coming to my climax. In the last year I had many times brought myself off, but this was totally different.

"Mom, I think you had better stop now. I'm feeling much better."

"Just a few more minutes, Roger. Mommy want to make absolutely sure you are not damaged."

I couldn't help myself. My body went stiff, my penis was the same and suddenly I was shooting gobs of my with stuff all over. Most of it landed on my chest and belly. As my climax slowed my cream oozed out and ran down to coat Mom's hand. She never once flinched as I shot my load taking it all in stride. When I was done Mom stood up and smiled.

"Well it's obvious there's nothing wrong with you. Don't move and I'll be right back."

Mom came back with a warm washcloth. She cleaned up my spunk and then pulled up the covers.

"Now I want you to rest. After such a traumatic experience rest is what you need. I'll make sure you're up for supper."

Mom left me alone. At that moment all I could think was wow. I had never felt so good in my life. I drifted off to sleep.

Oddly enough there wasn't a repeat of that day. Neither of us ever mentioned it and soon it was forgotten. Then when I was fourteen I was playing baseball with some other boys. I was pitching and the batter hit the ball. It came straight back to me and before I could react I felt extreme pain in my groin. The ball had hit me in the tenderest place on my body. I doubled over and fell to the ground. Moaning I lay there until the worst of the pain began to subside. My legs felt like rubber as I held myself and hobbled home.

"Roger, what's wrong?" Mom asked when I came home.

"Baseball, crotch, pain, " I gasped.

"Go to your room and take off your pants and I'll be right there."

I did as she said. Carefully I removed my pants and lay on my bed. A few minutes later Mom came in carrying a cloth.

"I brought some ice to help ease the pain. Is it the same place as when the chain slipped on your bike?"

I could only nod my head. Mom sat beside me and pulled down my shorts. I gasped when she gently placed the ice cold cloth to my scrotum.

"I know its cold but soon enough the pain will go away. My but you certainly have grown up in the last few years. Are you feeling any better?"

The pain was gone and I couldn't feel anything in my groin anymore. The ice had chilled me and looking down I saw my scrotum had pulled up tight.

"Yeah, much better now Mom. Thanks."

"You lay here and rest. I'll be back later to check on you."

I must have dozed off and when I awoke I felt warmth between my legs. Opening my eyes I saw Mom sitting beside me holding a warm cloth over my scrotum.

"Does that hurt?" she asked.

I shook my head no and suddenly realized she was only wearing her robe. Glancing at the window I saw it was dark.

"You've been sleeping for three hours. Your body needed time to heal. Now I think I better make sure nothing is wrong."

I flashed back to the last time she said those words. She had removed the warm cloth and was gently caressing my sack.

"Does this hurt?"

"No, Mom, it feels good."

"And what about this?" She carefully took hold of my penis and curled her fingers around my shaft.

"No, that feels good, too."

Her hand began moving slowly up and down. Each time she moved the front of her robe opened a little. Before long I could see most of one breast as it wiggled inside from her movements. I felt myself becoming erect and started to say something.

"Ssshhhh, just lay still and be quiet. I need to make sure you're not really hurt."

It was just like before only now I was older and much bigger. The last time Mom did this to me she could only use three fingers, but now it was her whole hand and still my penis was sticking above her firm fist. The more she stroked the harder I got and the more her robe opened until I was looking at her naked breast. Just seeing it was enough to bring me to climax.

"Mom, Mom I'm gonna..." I groaned a second to late.

My penis grew even stiffer and suddenly thick gobs of my semen erupted and shot up to my chest. I was breathing hard and in shock. My mind whirled as I continued to climax astounded by the fact my mother was jerking me off. Finally my sack was drained and so was I. Mom left and came back with a wet warm cloth and cleaned off my chest, belly and crotch. As she did I was again treated to the sight of her naked breast when she bent over.

"There, all clean and you don't seem to have suffered any damage. Now go back to sleep and I'll see you in the morning."

I was totally amazed at what Mom had just done. I watched her leave my room as I again felt myself growing hard. Still seeing her naked breast I took myself in hand and repeated what she had only a few minutes before had done. I jerked off.

Mom was all smiles the next morning as I came into the kitchen. She was fixing breakfast and I felt hungry. I noticed she was wearing the same robe as last night and I wondered if she was still naked underneath. I got a partial answer when she put my plate in front of me. The front of her robe wasn't quite closed and again I saw most of one breast. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a nightgown.

Nothing was mentioned about last night and I found it odd that Mom didn't get dressed. Instead she went about her business in only her robe. Often during the day I would find myself looking when she would bend over and every time I saw her naked breasts dangling down from her chest. At one point the top of her robe opened completely and I saw both of them but only for a few seconds before she calmly closed it. Naturally all this had me in a very excited state and I often had to adjust myself to keep my erection from showing.

Towards the end of the day Mom invited me to sit with her. She was on the edge of her bed and the front of her robe was partly open. I felt her hand resting lightly on my thigh.

"Roger, about last night. You do know why I did that to you don't you?"

"Well, you said you wanted to make sure I was all right down there."

"That's right, " she said. "You see boys and men are very sensitive in that place and it wouldn't take much to cause you permanent damage and that would affect you later in life. Now if you don't mind I think I should check you again just to make sure."

Her hand had slide up my thigh until it was almost touching my erection. Quite naturally it hadn't gone down and now seeing most of one breast and her hand on my thigh it only caused me to become harder. She moved her hand higher until it was covering my crotch.

"Roger I want you to stand in front of me and drop your pants. I need to do again what I did last night. You don't mind if I help you make sure everything still works do you?"

With a numb mind I stood and dropped my pants. I wasn't wearing any shorts and so was half naked. My erection bounced in front of her. I watched as she gently caressed my sack and then made a fist around my pulsing shaft.

"Oh, Mom, that feels real good. Are you going to make me climax again?"

I smiled when her mouth dropped open. I guess she didn't think I knew all that much about sex.

"Yes, dear, Mommies going to make you climax." She began slowly stroking my erection.

"If you're going to do that would you mind letting me see your breasts? I'd like to watch them wiggling while you jerk me."

Mom only hesitated for a moment before opening her robe. I thought I was going to shoot off right then. This was even better than I had hoped for as I gazed intently at her large twin orbs. Each was tipped with a hard nipple that stood well out from her firm fleshy globes. Her fist was firmly around my shaft and stroking it. I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Mom, it's going to happen soon. I'm going to climax."

"Yes, baby, climax for me. Let me see you shoot your young seed. Let Mommy feel your cum on her breasts."

That was all it took to send me over the edge. Long thick ropes of my cream shot from my throbbing penis and hit her naked breasts. Mom watched as she pumped and moved my spurting erection around making sure both breasts were given equal treatment. After several seconds my orgasm slowed until only small dribbles oozed out. Mom began rubbing my cream all over her chest and breasts while she squeezed my dying penis. Then she surprised me by leaning closer and taking me into her mouth. I felt her tongue laving the sensitive head as she pulled and sucked more of my shaft between her lips. She began sucking and I watched her cheeks caving in as she drew out the last few drops.

"There, " she announced when nothing more was left. Mom sat back and licked her lips. "It seems you've suffered no real damage. Now off to bed with you."

I went to bed and relived what had happened. My own mother had not only jerked me off again but this time sucked me. Idly I began stroking my again hard penis while listening to the moans coming from Mom's room. I knew she was masturbating just the same as me. Just before I fell asleep I heard her loudest moan indicating her orgasm.