A Young Guy's Story

My mother was a woman of insatiable appetite. She would wake my father a couple of times during the night. And during the day, when we would run outside, she would drag him to bed. Times were Soviet, everything was based on trust, so it never even crossed our minds to put a hook on the door. And quite often, running home for something, we would see our parents rolling around in bed in broad daylight. Father was older than mother, and sickly. And then he passed away. And we were left alone. In the village, there wasn't much opportunity to roam, and mother curbed her appetite. Not entirely, she found ways to please her flesh, to quench her passion and thirst, but she never brought anyone home. We were already at that age where we could set conditions.

The house remained large,

without a man it's tough, the household. Thank God I was already 18, my shoulders had broadened, muscles had filled out, I had grown strong myself. I started looking at girls, getting interested: what were they hiding under their skirts? And I began looking at mother differently. I saw a woman in her. It's just that she still didn't perceive me as grown up, still considered me little.

They brought us hay. Had to toss it up into the hayloft. Hiring someone, well, there's no money, and who would leave their own work to help neighbors when every day counts. We started working ourselves. Mother up top, receiving, I'm handing it up. We managed in a day. When we pushed the last of it and mother started climbing down from the hayloft, I caught her, helping her down. And I caught her so awkwardly that my hands ended up under her skirt. Instantly felt the heat and dampness of her sweaty body. I was thrown into a heat myself. And she, turning on the ladder, jumped straight into my embrace. I was already taller than her, so she buried her face in my chest, pressed close, trying to brake, and it turned out that my cock, which had risen from mom's embrace, through her thin bloomers pressed right against her stomach. Underwear back then was loose, not like today's tight-fitting ones, so there was nothing to press it down with. I stand there, a complete fool. And I don't dare let mother go, and she doesn't let go of me. So we stood for a while, pressed together. I even thought she hadn't felt anything, that we'd gotten away with it. Especially since she, pulling away from me, ran her hand over her forehead, wiping sweat, said

"My head is a bit dizzy. I'm exhausted."

I replied, as a loving son should

"You, mom, rest. I'll check the bathhouse now, and you go wash."

She saw me off, lingered herself in the shed.

The bathhouse was ready. Mother, gathering her laundry, went to wash. And after a while she calls me. I got scared. Who knows what? Dizzy again, feeling unwell, something else. I rushed in. Mother is sitting on the bench in the dressing room naked, only her legs and lower stomach covered with a towel.

"What's wrong, mom?"

"Oh, something's cramped. My head is spinning, I can't wash. Help me a little."

I took her by the arm, she stood up. The towel fell, I barely caught it. And mother stands before me in the image of Venus. Truly, I say. Not like today's ninety-sixty. There was something to look at. Full, but not flabby. Full breasts, firm, hard-working body, firm buttocks, a stomach, slightly protruding. And red hair down below. And all this magnificence stands firmly on beautiful legs.

"Lead me."

I lead her, how could I not. If only I could deal with my own problems. How to walk when everything is sticking out, can't take a step. But I led mother into the bathhouse, sat her on the bench. And she says to me

"I have no strength at all. Would you wash me, maybe?"

My mouth went dry. How do you wash someone? You have to get naked yourself, be naked. And how will mom look at what I have standing for her. I froze, not daring to say anything or do anything. And she says to me

"Well, why are you standing? Go, undress and come. You'll wash me."

"Well, you what, decided to wipe the hole? Below three."

"The ass, you mean?"

"Both the ass and the legs."

I went lower. Her ass is lush, firm, her buttocks move under my hands. And when I got to her thighs, I almost saw stars. And she slightly spread her legs to rub the inner part of her thighs. And there it is, the beautiful pussy. Not like our girls'. Covered with little hairs, lips large, full. I'm rubbing myself, trying hard not to accidentally touch those lips. And mother wiggles her behind, presenting one part, then another under the washcloth. I'm seeing circles, can't see anything.

And my brain is already failing. Sweat is pouring in streams. And she turns onto her back, presents the front. Here I completely howled mentally. Closed my eyes, rubbing by touch. Tits came under my hands, stomach, and then the pubic mound. That's it, I'm about to collapse myself, no worse than mother. Only I feel mother's hand land on my cock, embrace it and start stroking it. I mean, caressing. I lowered my hands, just standing there with my eyes closed. And she stroked it a few times slowly, then faster, even faster and I, howling like a fool, released a stream of semen. Then more and more. I don't know how long I was cumming. Probably not long. When I opened my eyes, mother was lying on the shelf just the same, holding my cock in her hand, smiling

"Well, what's with you, silly? Calm down. Everything's fine."

This was to me, to my attempts to sit down, break free, run away, hide. From shame. What will she think of me? A maniac, a complete maniac! Mother's words, or rather the tone in which she spoke, had a calming effect. Started coming to my senses, starting to think somewhat. Started distinguishing objects. The fog was clearing. Saw drops of semen on mother's chest and on her stomach, even on her face. I panicked

"Mom, I'll now... Now.... I'll wash it all off..."

"Calm down, I'll wash it off myself. Rest."

Mother sat on the shelf, dangling her legs. And I'm still standing before her, still can't figure out what and how to do.

"Sit on the bench. Sit!"

This was already like an order. I obeyed purely automatically. And mother jumped to the floor, started washing me.

"Mom, you're... dizzy... And this..."

"That's it, calm down. It's passed."

And mom, soaping me up, cooed that everything was fine, that it should be like that for young guys, that she just helped me a little, that otherwise you could even get sick. Said something else. Under her gentle talk I calmed down. And when she started soaping and washing my lower stomach, something scratched and stirred in my groin and I saw with horror that I was getting hard again. And she, as if not noticing, soaped it, rinsed it, pulled back the foreskin and washed the head. Then she stood before me, with a sort of timid smile.

"I want to talk with you. I am your mother, so take it and understand correctly. You've grown up, it's time for you to have a woman. You're still a virgin, right?"

I just shook my head. If you don't count masturbation, then yes, a complete virgin. And she continued.

"You know, it's not good like this. But I'm also a woman, and I also need a man. I know you'll never tell anyone what we just did. You won't tell, will you?"

I was ready to eat dirt just to be believed.

"Then I'll help you learn how to handle women."

I croaked

"When?"

"Right now. Lie down on the bench. Lie down, don't be afraid."

What do I have to be afraid of. Never saw anything bad from mother. And I lay down.

"Just don't rush. The first time I'll do everything myself. You just don't rush."

Like some kind of incantation. And mom already threw a leg over me, mounted me, leaned over. And I felt her hand guiding my cock somewhere, into warmth and softness. And also, how this warm, wet, tender thing embraces it, advances, swallowing it completely. And now mom's pubic mound pressed against mine. Mom sighed

"Lord! How good it is! How big yours is! A real man!"

And she slowly lifted herself up. I, afraid that now my cock would slip out of this paradise, grabbed mother by the hips, pulled her towards me. She laughed

"Got a taste? You're quick. Lie down, calm down. I'll do it myself."

Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she rocked on me, moving her hips, lifting and lowering again. Her pussy simply caressed my cock, enjoyed it, like a child enjoys licking an ice cream cone. Moans began to escape her lips. Before my face swayed breasts with pink nipples, hard to the touch, which I appreciated, taking them in my hands. Mother leaned over so that her nipples slid over my lips.

"Suck!"

I took one nipple in my mouth. Sucked, released and pushed in the second one. Not letting go of the breasts from my hands, I alternately pushed one, then the other nipple into my mouth, licking them. Mother arched, straightening up, tearing her breasts from my hands, braced her hands on my stomach and started moving quickly-quickly, bouncing. Then she froze, moaning, her body trembled finely, everything inside clenched and jerked several times, contracting. Her face took on a sort of suffering expression. From tightly closed eyes teardrops rolled out, lingered in the corners and rolled down her cheeks, getting lost among droplets of sweat. Then her face smoothed out, her body relaxed, mother sighed, opening her eyes and smiled.

"Did I crush you?"

"No."

"Want more?"

She felt the hardness of her son's unquenched passion. And without waiting for an answer, started moving again. After rocking a little, she said, throwing her leg over me and freeing me from her weight.

"Why is it all me and me? You do it now. You're not little anymore."

With these words she leaned on the bench with her hands, arching her back as if presenting it to be washed, stuck out her behind and spread her legs.

"Well, why are you lying there? Put it in already."

Jumping up like scalded, I started clumsily poking my cock between her legs, hurrying, not hitting anywhere, getting angry at myself and simultaneously embarrassed.

"Don't rush. Let me help."

She took my cock in her hand, ran it along her perineum, stopped opposite the hole and pulled me towards her, simultaneously pushing her behind back and removing her hand. And it worked. My cock went where it was supposed to, penetrated, hitting something deep inside.

"Fuck!"

And I fucked her, clutching her hips, her buttocks so hard the skin turned red. Mother moved fiercely to meet me, our bodies making loud slapping sounds as they met. After a while I was swept by a wave of something I didn't yet have a name for. A ringing sounded in my ears, it darkened in my eyes, my head started itching and I, pressing purely instinctively, shot my semen. Only now not on mom, but into mom. I stood, pressed against her, squeezing my eyes shut and shuddering, and my cock kept twitching, releasing stream after stream. Mother sighed, and as soon as I stopped shooting, let me slip out, took the head in her hand and started rubbing it between her lips. And after a very short time she trembled, clenched and moaned, like the first time. Then relaxed, slowly lowered herself, kneeling on the floor and dropping her head onto her hands, crossed on the bench. And I reached after her, sitting behind her, putting my head on her back and freezing like that. Something immaterial, invisible, but nevertheless strong bound us.

Mother, cheerful, joyful, washed herself, washed me, splashed cold water, and when I squealed from surprise, laughed merrily. Not washing, but fooling around, like children gathered in a bathhouse. And yet we washed. It's just that I didn't bring any underwear and sat waiting for mom to bring me clothes. And she, coming, teased, standing in the doorway, calling me outside as I was, naked, promising to give me the clothes only in the yard. Then she gave them.

All evening I didn't leave her side, trying to touch, press close. I was overflowing with tenderness, something else, to a lump in my throat, to trembling.

Good that we're alone at home. Sister is away. We went to sleep in one bed. And now, unhurriedly, they began to teach me the science of love. Started with kisses. Tender, passionate, with tongue play, without them, kisses of the breast, caresses of the nipple, kisses of the tummy and thighs, ass. And reciprocal kisses from the woman. Didn't get to the end of the practical lessons, getting aroused somewhere in the middle. Had to cool the passion. And how do you cool it? Only by placing the wick in the lamp. Now mom lay on her back, spreading her legs wide and bracing them on the mattress. Then threw them over my hips, pressed, tightly wrapping her legs around. Tired, she asked to change position, turning onto her stomach and getting on her knees. Fucking from this side was even better. You could watch how the wet and shiny from lubrication cock plunges into the depth, pulling the pink flesh of the labia minora in after it, comes out, and they don't let it go, stretch after it.

From the thrusts her body rocked and her head either rested on her crossed arms, or slid back along them. Her back arched, making her behind stick out high, becoming wide, which it wasn't when mother stood. Her hand slid to her pussy, started some manipulations there. I got interested and looked closer. She was rubbing something, getting pleasure from it. And I tried to slip my hand in, helping her hand and studying something new in our relationship. Feeling my attempts to help, mom removed her hand, showed by example what I needed to do, and again gave herself over to passion. I hurried, started moving faster, feeling the approach of orgasm. And she started moving faster. And then a flash of lightning, falling into an abyss and ascending to a peak. All at once.

Came to, lying on mother's back. My cock was clamped either by her legs or buttocks, and I wasn't even trying to free it. Whispered in her ear

"I'm done."

"I already figured."

"And you? Did you make it?"

"Almost didn't make it." — And calming me down, as I tried to say something, — "I caught up, don't worry."

Had to go wash, but it was so sweet to lie, relaxed, on a soft, warm body. Besides, no one was rushing me, so I dozed off. Fell asleep in the most brazen manner. Slept without dreams, like a log. The fatigue from yesterday's work and three orgasms were telling. And slept until morning. Would have slept longer, but my bladder played reveille. With difficulty found my pants, never finding my underwear, pulled them onto my bare body and ran to where even kings go on foot. Having done my business, looked around. Mother was nowhere. From the pen, which we have behind the barn, came her grumbling voice. She was scolding the hens for laying eggs