Prologue

I suppose that turning sixteen is something of a milestone for most of us. We get a driver's license, lengthening the tether that binds us to home, relatives make a bit of a fuss over us, and we look at ourselves a little differently too. Not that we are really all that different from the day before when we were fifteen, but, still it feels like we have taken a step up.

In my case, the step was quite astonishing. My mother had capped off several years of careful and thoughtful sex education for me by introducing me to the anatomy of a girl's sex. She had done this, at my request, using her own body as a model. In the end, she broke her own prime rule. No penetration. However, it was only broken for a single solitary exploratory stroke. Some will find that crazy, but I didn't. My faith in her judgment was complete and, it turned out, well founded in the long run.

I'm fifty years old now and I have nothing to regret. Not that I haven't done some things to regret, but Mom was pretty well perfect in the advice and guidance she provided. It is hard for me to believe that she is gone. Here I am, starting the duties of administrator to her estate and the hint of her perfume in the old house has brought her back into focus. Finding her diary tucked away in the bottom of her underwear drawer keeps dragging me like a treasure map through my fondest memories.

Reprise: From the final chapter of "My Mother's Son."

"Ohhhh, my dear Charley..." she gasped. "Just ... just once."

She led the way. Led me to her body. Suddenly I felt the crown of my cock touch the soft folds bathed in moisture. I looked down and there it was, the head of my prick touching the precious hair and parting it to reach into heaven. She nuzzled my face and looked down between us where our bodies touched ... Her breath came short and in panting gasps. Slowly she moved the head in circles, touching now hair, now the soft lips. And the lips parted. I held my breath as the lips of her pussy bulged to welcome the head of my cock.

Every nerve ending in my body seemed electrified. I couldn't speak. The blood pounded in the veins of my forehead. My penis seemed to swell enough to make my skin break under the pressure. The skin of my cock head was bright red against the soft white pussy lips.

I tore my eyes away and looked at my mother. Her soft brown eyes crinkled with her smile. Her lips invited me. Our lips met, then out tongues.

Poised there, my penis just nuzzling the vestibule of her vagina, we kissed a delicate but deep kiss. I sucked her tongue and turned my head back and forth like a cat twisting with pleasure.

"Put my legs on your shoulders, darling." She leaned back in the chair, her breasts swaying. Her nipples jutted like large erasers and my eyes clung to them. She urged me forward with her legs.

"Push..." she said quietly.

My eyes wide in astonished emotion, I felt myself enter her body. It was like the heat of fire for that moment. The head slipped past the taut muscle. The moist warmth was overwhelmingly emotional to me. Tears drizzled down my face and I felt ashamed of crying. I looked down to hide my tears. The broad stalk of my cock looked obscene violating her. Her vaginal lips pursed around the hard-looking cock. She was all soft and lovely, I was all hard and fierce looking. It was beautiful, this woman haven; this boy/man cock.

"Ohhhh ... my ... my son ... my..." she looked at me with her loving eyes, questioning, loving, fondling my face with her look.

I pushed again ... my eyes closed involuntarily with the sheer moist pleasure of our joining. Our hair met and entangled. I could feel my cock push aside the soft drape of her vagina, making room for me, there inside her body, filling her. It was like returning to a day when I was five and climbed among fur coats thrown on a bed during my parents' party on night. Only this was even softer, wonderfully moist, silky and snug.

"Still ... hold still ... let us enjoy ... enjoy ... this moment."

I never wanted it to end.

I opened my eyes and through the tears, through the wet eyelashes, she looked like Diana, goddess of love. I have never felt anything so perfect, so perfect in warmth, perfect in the way she held me like a treasure, squeezing my cock slightly, holding me. Holding me.

She closed her eyes a moment and smiled at me. She squeezed me again. And again. I held my breath and clasped her legs tight.

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