When mom took me back to college, we learned a lot from each other!
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PART 1
It was the trip to college, for my sophomore year. My mother had flown down with me to North Carolina, dad stayed in Connecticut unable to get free from business. My mom had never seen my college, so she accompanied me south, intending to stay several days. We arrived in Greensboro fine, but our luggage was lost somewhere else. The airline assured us that it would be delivered the next morning.
I registered and received my dorm room assignment that afternoon. We went out to a local restaurant. We both enjoyed the leisurely meal and split a couple of bottles of wine. I drove my mother back to the motel in the rental car we got at the airport. It was still early, and my mother suggested I stay a bit longer since it would be Christmas before we saw each other again, once she returned home in a couple of days.
We ordered another bottle of wine from room service and started to reminisce about days gone bye. When the wine was done, I got up to leave, but my mother suggested that I was too inebriated to drive back to the dormitory. I agreed, but said I didn't have anything to wear to bed since our luggage was lost. My mother pointed out that neither did she, but that we could sleep in our underwear since we tended to be somewhat casual about our state of dress at home.
"Or undress," she said with a titter. A sign that the wine had affected her too. I was more than ready to get comfortable so I striped down to my jockey shorts. My mom looked a bit astonished at me and said, "David, I didn't expect a strip tease show!" She let out a short laugh.
"I'm sorry mom," I stammered, "I didn't think getting undressed in front of you would embarrass you."
"Oh it didn't sweetie, it's just that it was a little unexpected." Then she got up and began to undress too.
When she took off her blouse and skirt, it was a slow and sensuous experience. She turned her back to unbutton her blouse and then stood in profile as if to let me see her figure. Then, facing me again, she unsnapped her skirt and dropped it slowly to the floor. As she bent to pick it up she turned her back to me, once more and as she did I could see the full length of her crack outlined by her tight bikini panties.
Now she stood before me in just a frilly bra and skimpy panties. She kicked off her shoes toward me and broke my starring gaze at her lean and sexy body. She worked out and kept herself in good shape, looking years younger than other women her age. "Like what you see?" She was grinning as she spoke.
The question caught me off guard and I blurted out "God! Mom you're so beautiful!"
"Thanks honey, I appreciate the compliment, both spoken and silent." At my puzzled look to her last remark, she explained. "I mean your cock standing at attention, silly!" I looked down at my dick and sure enough, it was erect and firm. I must have turned beet red and my words of apology stuck in my throat. "It's OK, dear," she reassured me, as she sat on one of the two double beds. "I've known for years that you found me attractive. Ever since the time I caught you spying on me from the closet."
I sat on the other bed as my knees shook with reaction. The memory of that day rushed into my mind. I had been hiding in the large walk-in closet in my parent's bedroom to spy on my naked mother. I had been doing this for several weeks at the end of summer just before I started 12th grade. I was eighteen at the time. I would sneak in after my dad had gone to work, while mother would be in the shower. She usually left her clothes laid out on the bed. She changed her mind one day about what to wear. When she opened the door of the closet more than the crack I had closed it to, she discovered her nude son masturbating his young hard-on.
But she hadn't screamed or balled me out then, she just said I should go to my room and that dad would talk to me later. My dad was very understanding. (It seems he had been caught himself peeking at an aunt.) He told me that mom wasn't upset. She understood about a young boy's curiosity. He made it clear, that I was not to violate my mother's or their privacy again. Then he made sure that I had the facts of life straight, correcting a few misconceptions, which I was confused about.
My mother and I never had spoken about that day with each other until now. "You must have though me pretty perverse to do that to my own mom." I blushed again.
"No! It is actually normal for a young man to be interested in his mother. They have a name for it."
"I know," I broke in, "it's called an 'Oedipus complex'."
"All boys go through a stage where they are in love with their mothers, but it passes." She continued.
"What if it doesn't pass?" I queried.
"Then, maybe he gets his wish and maybe he doesn't," said my mother with cryptic look on her face. Her eyes seemed to be amused by something, but I was unsure of what.
"You didn't stop being a naughty boy after that." She went continued. "You were at our door lots of times when your father and I made love."
"You knew about that!?" I was flabbergasted.
"Oh, yes! We knew, but there didn't seem to be any way to make sure that you would stop, so we just let you."
"You don't do it as often now days as back then." I commented.
"Yes," she sighed, "your father has medication that makes it difficult to maintain an erection." She explained.
"Don't you get horny then?" I asked.
"Sure I do," she smiled. Then she changed the subject abruptly. "How about you? Gettin' any lately?"
My family has always been open in talking about anything between us, but I sensed a new level of intimacy between my mother and myself. It was a mature woman and a grown man, friendly with one another, discussing an adult subject in open honest way. It was also the most erotic conversation I ever had in my life. There I was in my underwear, talking to a gorgeous woman who was also sitting in her skimpy underclothes. A woman I had always and mostly (so I had thought) secretly desired. And we were talking about sex. My head felt like a balloon.
But I had the presence of mind to answer her question. This time I was honest by design. "Mom, I'm a virgin. I've never gotten the chance to screw a girl. I've done most everything else, but not that yet."
"Twenty and still a virgin! Son I think it's good you haven't done it yet. When you're young; hormones are raging, emotions are high, caution is small and with gonorrhea and other diseases around it is a big risk that somebody might get pregnant or sick."
"Well I know enough not to have unprotected sex, but I still can't get laid!" For some reason this struck us both as being hilarious. We laughed so hard my sides hurt and I got up and went over to the other bed and kiss mom. "I love you mom." I said, and gave her a big hug. The embrace felt good with my mom's tits poking me in the chest and I smelled the aromatic combination of her sweat and perfume. "When did you lose your virginity, mom?"
"Earlier than you. I let my boyfriend in high school have it after our junior prom, I was 17. He got me tipsy on wine just like you did tonight.
"Only I'm not planning on seducing you."
"No, I didn't think you were," she said with a hint of regret.
"Well," I replied, feeling emboldened by the personal confessions and my proximity to my lovely, semi-nude mother, "If I did, would you let me?"
"David!" She exclaimed with mock outrage, "for goodness sake, I'm your mother it wouldn't be right to fuck you!" It was the first time I'd ever heard the "
F
" word spoken by my mother when she wasn't swearing. It stunned me momentarily, but aroused me too. And now my dick was beginning to grow again. I made an excuse to go pee so that I could jack-off in the bathroom. By now I was sooo horny it wouldn't take very long to get my rocks off.