At 41 years of age, my mom, Connie, is still hot and sexy. Looking at her wedding photo hanging in our hallway for many years, it is a wonder that she still had the gown and wasn't ripped to shreds on her wedding night to my dad. My mom is 5' 4" tall, slim build, with a 36C bra size, weighing about 120 soaking wet. I fantasized about her for years while growing up.
I do not know what my mom saw in my dad as he had a large beer belly and fell asleep every night on the recliner after having two or three beers. His credo was "I put food on the table, clothes on your back, and a roof over your head, so leave me alone." So I did, not that I was ungrateful, but at least he was not a violent man like his father.
In a nutshell, I was raised by my mom and we became very close. I could tell her anything, anything at all. She was also very perceptive about me and within a week of losing my virginity at 16, she asked me how it was? At first I played dumb, because I did not know what she caught me doing, but finally broke down to tell me.
"But mom, don't you remember losing your virginity?" I said.
"Yes, I remember, but I want to know from a man's point of view," she said breathlessly.
So I told her how it felt, wonderful, what else right? I was giddy that she called me a man at 16. She then told me she knew by the way I handled myself in the past week. Wow, was she ever perceptive. I wondered what else she knew about me that I did not know yet.
When I turned 18, I thought I was doing great: nice car, good looking girlfriend, making good grades in school. That was when my bubble burst. My girl friend dumped me that night after giving me a hand job, she never sucked me off and never, ever swallowed or tasted my cum. So, no big loss, right? Wrong, I was devastated since we had been having sex three to four times each week since we were 16.
Well I went home and basically stayed in my room for a week without really seeing anyone. I came out after that to find my mom preparing dinner in a tight pair of shorts and a halter top. I sat down quietly to observe her and see the sides of her breasts as she prepared dinner.
"Hi, honey, are you doing ok," she asked.
"I'm doing better, mom. Lori dumped me last weekend on my birthday," I replied.
"Oh, baby, I am so sorry for you, but I never liked that girl. She was so wrong for you, but I was afraid to tell you," mom told me.