The other day as I was driving home from work I happened to tune in to a local radio talk station and they were carrying the Don and Mike Show from station WJFK somewhere back east. The show was in the middle of a feature they call "Things You Did That Your Mother Doesn't Know About." Listeners are encouraged to call in to the show and relate and episode from their past that their mother never found out about. Don and Mike then pick the story that they find most interesting and arrange an 'on the air' phone call between the listener and the listener's mother so the listener can confess. The listener then gets a $200 prize. Listening to the show reminded me of something that I did that my mother never knew about (thank God) even though she played a major part in it.

I was still a virgin at the tender age of seventeen - a condition that I desperately wanted to change. Just before my eighteenth birthday my nineteen-year-old brother, Buddy, asked me what I would like for a birthday gift. I jokingly told him that I wanted to lose my virginity and he laughed and said, "Sorry. I'm not a pimp so I can't help you there."

The weekend following my birthday Buddy asked me if I would help him move some furniture for a friend and having nothing better to do I said I would. Just before I was supposed to leave with Buddy my mother asked me if I would go over to her best friend Joyce's house and pick up her two kids. She was going to baby-sit them for Joyce. I never hesitated when it came to a chance to see Joyce. Even though she was an ancient thirty-six she was still the sexiest woman that I had ever seen.

When I got to Joyce's she kissed me on the cheek and wished me a Happy Birthday and then she loaded me down with diaper bags, overnight cases and toys, and I took the kids back to my house and dropped them off. Buddy and I then took off to go and move his friend's furniture. Try to imagine my surprise and confusion when we arrived back at Joyce's. We went inside and there, sitting on her couch, wearing nothing but nylons, garter-belt, high heels and a ribbon with a big bow on it around her waist, was Joyce. She got up and with a great big smile on her face she walked over to me and said, "I hope you like your birthday present. To unwrap it just pull on the bow."

Buddy said he would be back in five or six hours and he left us.

For the next six hours Joyce saw to my sexual education. First, saying that as a virgin my first cum would be too quick in coming and that we should just hurry up and get it out of the way, she gave me a hand job. Then she gave me my first blow-job to get me hard again and my second cum was about as quick as the first. She did not expect it as soon as it arrived, and as I had not yet learned any sexual etiquette, I didn't warn her I was going to cum so she ended up taking my second load down her throat (not that it mattered - she loved to suck cock and swallow cum). She kept sucking my cock until it got hard for the third time and then she took me upstairs and into her bedroom where she relieved me of the odious burden of my virginity. Joyce taught me a lot that day. She taught me how to properly caress a woman's breasts and how to suck them and lick them the way most women want it done; she taught me which parts of a woman's body were most sensitive and how to make use of those places to heat a women up to a fever pitch; she taught me how to eat pussy ( and I found out that I loved it) and, most importantly, as I was to find out later in life, she taught me to go slow - go slow, and be gentle.