I'll start out by saying my mother and I love each other very much. My father left her for another woman when I was very young. And she remained single throughout my childhood, while doing some sporadic dating. She was 5' 7" with small to medium breasts, slightly wide hips, a nice figure, and green eyes to go with short dark brown wavy/curly hair.
Our time together was quite normal as I grew up. Mom taking me to my baseball games, etc. She always did what she could to make my life as enjoyable as possible. I wonder now, how much of her attention to me, took away from her needs. I had just turned 18 when I started noticing the possible resulting affects of little dating and mostly doting on her son. My mother began what I would surmise to be, showing some signs of wanting what she hadn't been getting. And that was intimacy with a man. I was clearly displaying the appearance of a young man, and had grown to 3 inches taller than mother by then. It's possible my changing appearance and her unsatisfied urges may have happened to cross paths at just the right time. Nothing dramatic happened, mind you. She just decided she wanted me to see her in a different light, shall we say.
I must preface this by saying I curiously felt no sexual arousal initially. But I did look as much as I possibly could. Weekend mornings during the warmer months afforded her the opportunity to begin wearing a shear full length lilac colored negligee with a floral stitched pattern in a v-neck down the front from the neck to the breasts. It was quite evident within the light of the room that she had nothing on underneath. I could see to a certain degree her breasts, dark pubic mound, and crack of her behind. It was very evident when she approached the southeast windows. Especially on a sunny morning. I can't begin to tell you how many times I sat at the dining room table eating a bowl of cereal while watching my mother wash dishes with the light from the window above the sink illuminating my mother's feminine features underneath. I definitely enjoyed watching her breasts, always with erect nipples, sway slightly as she moved her arms. I've always loved a profile view of a woman's bare breast. That was definitely my first. She had to know I could see through the material, didn't she?
My mother continued to wear that negligee, which I never tired of seeing. But at some point, that apparently no longer was enough for her. Her bedroom was directly across the hall from the bathroom (mine was right there at the end of the hallway as well). And she would always enter the bathroom wearing her pink bathrobe when it was time for a shower. She may have wandered around the house a bit before her shower, but that's what she always wore. One day, I could hear she had finished taking a shower. Everything was normal as could be until she opened the bathroom door. I don't know if she waited to hear me approaching the hallway or not, but as I got closer, the bathroom door opened, and as she exited, she was not wearing her robe. She held it to the front of her body so that it would be covering her "private parts" as she stepped into her bedroom. She looked at me as she crossed the hall and proceeded to close the door behind her. You don't just not put your robe back on unless you want to be seen. That was the first time I felt a little funny about seeing my mother that way.
I guess at this point I should tell you a little about me. My name is Rich, and I'm 5' 10" with an average build. I was a 19 year old virgin still living at home at the time my mother and I began having a more hands on relationship. My sexual activity up until then, consisted solely of masturbation. The material I used was basically pictures of naked women from some magazines. And since I didn't have anyone to guide me or make suggestions regarding masturbating, I did it the way it made me feel good. I am only 4 inches when fully erect, so this may have played a part in my technique at the time. I would gather my pictures and lay on the couch naked. The cushions sank nicely under my butt, and allowed me to raise my legs and push my erection between my thighs and close my legs together. I'd then open them just enough, as I pushed my hips forward, to have my hard penis rub against my thighs as it came free. I'd repeat that process while looking at my girls until I had a wonderful orgasm all over my thighs. I would often do the same thing in the shower with a wonderful helping of slippery soap.
Regarding my picture collection, some of the women appeared with no pubic hair. I found this particularly exciting and wanted to try it myself, but couldn't muster the courage to do so for the first time, until I was starting college. By then, there was no need for anyone to see me naked, so it felt safe to do so. More often than not, since then, I have been completely shaved.
Getting back to my mother, her robe-less, front covered display became more frequent, but seemingly to her dismay, I wasn't providing any outwardly discernible reaction when seeing her. I say this because when I was 19 and just finishing my first year of college locally, she decided to push the envelope and stroll to the bathroom for her shower without anything on. She made sure I was in the vicinity before appearing from her bedroom. Her pink nipples were rock hard and there was no doubt she was excited to have me see her in all her glory. She stopped and turned to face me and asked if I needed to use the bathroom before she took her shower. I just said no as she watched my eyes wander all over her naked body. I couldn't help it! That brought a bit of a smile to her face as she turned to enter the bathroom. Here she was, exposing herself to me, while I always took great pains to never be seen naked. Just a pair of shorts sometimes, of course, but not naked! That was my fist time seeing a woman naked in person.
The next day was Saturday, and when I awoke, I heard the kitchen faucet turn on as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I put on a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast. To my surprise, there was my mother, naked, doing the dishes. "Good morning, Rich" she casually said, sounding like she's done this a million times before.
"Good morning" I replied, trying not to look too shocked. "Didn't you forget something, mom?"
"No" was her short response.
I wasn't sure if I should turn around and leave or try to appear calm like nothing was wrong or different. But once again, I couldn't take my eyes off her hard pink nipples, and I decided to stay. I just got my cereal and sat at the table and began eating. Her head start this morning allowed her to finish washing the dishes a little before I was done, so she walked over and stood right next to me. "I'll take that when you're done." There were those hardened nipples on what actually were pretty nice breasts just a couple feet away from my face. They were just a nice handful. I was having my last few spoonfuls when it happened for the first time. I felt a stirring in my shorts as I began to harden. A feeling of panic mixed in with my growing arousal as I realized getting up to leave the table was going to present a problem. She took my bowl when I finished, but somehow managed to maintain eye contact while returning to the sink. There went my small window of hope to make it back to my bedroom undetected. Worse yet, I then heard "would you be a dear and help me dry and put away the dishes?"
