Pete and I are in a dim Pub corner draining our fourth beers. When a hot woman goes to the bar, she halts our random rambling as we stare in silence. I lick my lips, “I’d love to snack on that blonde beauty. If my wife were here, she’d invite that busty knockout home for an all night threesome. But she’s not, so I have to live vicariously through you. Go get her, Pete.” I tapped my bottle on the thick wood table.

“Yeah right, Stu. You know how flustered I get trying to talk to someone who’s that gorgeous. I’m just not worthy,” he grinned. “It takes me a while to get over my initial shyness.” His eyes flitted to her narrow waist and sexy legs. We watched her yellow shorts wiggle back to her friends. “There goes my wet dream for tonight.” We clinked bottles.

“Any idea why you’re so shy off the bat? You’re single and a catch. Why not get in the game and flirt with strangers?”

“My shrink thinks it goes back to my dad playing peek-a-boo with me while my mom bathed me in the kitchen sink when I was about five. He laughed at my tiny exposed dick and embarrassed me. It didn’t help that my mom was extremely old-school about nudity. Flashing her ankles was risque for her and she baked that into me. Seeing Bra straps, bare knees, or any female underclothes was embarrassing for me. That all stuck with me for years. Even when I thought I got over it, just talking to a woman is still a challenge. Once I’m friends with her, I can forget she’s a sexual being and I loosen up.”

“I’ve seen you relax at times, Pete. You’ve had relationships that lasted. What changed?” He looked around the Pub.

Whispering, he confided, “Two things changed me. After my brother was born, he woke us all one night when I was about ten. His crib was in my room. In the dim night light, I saw mom, in her loose pink slip, pick him up. That was the first time I was really aware of her big tits since I could see their outline through her slip. Dad was naked, and I saw his small dick. That made me wonder why he made such a big thing about my dick and made me more embarrassed thinking my dick would never get bigger than that. I also heard him whisper, ‘Now I can never leave’ to mom.”

“I suppose that wasn’t something you could talk to them about. What did he mean by his comment, Pete?”

“I found out later that year when ‘He went on a long business trip’ and I didn’t see him for months. He did leave — and divorced us that year. Though I hated the lie, spending time with each of them wasn’t so bad. Mom was so depressed she never dated.”

“Well that’s sad, but what was the second thing?”

“That’s something I never shared with anyone, Stu. I got over the ‘small dick’ issue when I studied anatomy and saw my dick could grow beyond average. Though I won’t say exactly how, I got my proof after I watched my mom pull out a big tit to nurse my brother in the kitchen. Her bare thick nipple made me crave it since I was always told I was raised on goat milk because I was allergic to mom’s milk. Another lie!”

“OK. So what happened?” Pete ordered another beer and sighed.

“It started when I wanted to help mom with her mouse phobia. I was nineteen and began to understand how powerful beliefs can be. Grabbing a plain sheet of paper, I held it up, shook it for mom, and said, ‘This is paper’ then I crumpled it into a ball and said, ‘NOW, it’s a mouse.’ then I threw onto her lap. She screamed in hysteria, jumped onto her chair, and cried red-faced. I said, ‘Mom, it’s still paper, not a mouse.’ She didn’t get it. She climbed off the chair and threw her shoe at me.

“I jumped up to avoid it, but it hit me in the nads, and I fell to the floor, crumpled up like that paper, moaning, and holding my groin.”

“Ouch. Much as that hurts, it passes quickly.”

“Mom didn’t know that, Stu! She rushed over to apologize. The intense pain blocked her words, but not her concern. Trying to help, she pulled my jeans and underwear down, then cradled my balls. I stopped my howling as she lifted my small dick up and kissed my balls. She kept apologizing while licking my balls and rubbing my dick. As the pain faded, my dick grew into a cock in mom’s hand. Trying to make me forget the pain, she lapped and sucked my cock and made me moan again, in a better way. She lapped my big drop of Cowper’s and smiled.”

My jaw dropped. “Your mom blew you?! Did she...?”

“Yup. All the way. She was in that loose pink slip so I watched her loose tits swing and collide past her drooping neckline. While she sucked me, I pushed one strap down her arm and extracted a big beautiful tit. As I twirled her thick nipple, she sucked harder. She was beyond apologizing. My mom was moaning and enjoying my cock. When I came in her mouth, she swallowed it all.

“Mom said, ‘It’s been a long time since I tasted fresh cum. Thank you, Peter. Your cock is just like your dad’s and you taste like him. This is all so familiar, but we shouldn’t do this again.’ As she sat back on her knees, I pinched her nipple hard. She gasped, closed her eyes, and moaned. I pushed up her translucent slip and stared at the big wet spot in her tan granny panties. Despite a trembling fear, I cupped her groin and felt her soft, swollen lips, and the gap between them.

“She moaned ‘No, Peter. We mustn’t,’ but didn’t try to stop me. Knowing female anatomy by then made it easy to find her engorged clit. I rubbed across it and along her slit over her silky panties. She thrust her mons at me to continue. For the first time I could recall, I took her thick nipple into my mouth and sucked. No matter how much I lapped, bit, or sucked, there was no momma’s milk for me. Though I was disappointed, I still enjoyed my mom’s big tit. Her soaked pussy was another unexpected bonus.”

“Pete, you gave me a giant woody for your mom. Tell me it didn’t end there.”

“Of course not. I kicked off my jeans and stared at the dark shadow my mom’s pubes made. Knowing that I would never appreciate her teasing bush the same way again, I delayed the next step. Pushing her slippery panties into her warm gap was great, but I couldn’t wait to see, feel, and taste the damp twilight zone of my first cavern. Releasing her tempting tit, I slid her huge panties over her plush ass with her help. As she kicked them off, I slid her slip over her head and saw my mom naked for the first time. She was embarrassed.

“Looking nothing like that hot blonde, her mom-bod was beautiful to me. I cupped her pussy and kissed my way up her thigh, her clit, abs, each nipple and tit, finally to her mouth. I’d never kissed mom’s, or anyone’s, mouth for longer than a peck until then. We shared a long kiss before wrestling tongues. I don’t know who made more moans, but it was intoxicating. Passionately kissing your own mom is like nothing else. When I held her face, my cock found her plumped and gaping pussy. For safety, both of us struggled to just allow my cock to fill her labia like a hot dog fills a bun.”