A note to the readers: This one is based on a TRUE life story of a friend of mine.
Few minor changes were made to protect the participants.
It describes actual events as they unfolded and evolved...
It may explain why the story does not include a lot of lewd details.
I grew up as the only child with a normal 2 parents family.
My dad died in a car accident when I was 14 years old. Luckily, both my parents weren't big spenders and saved enough money for bad times. My father had a decent life insurance, so mom and I never had major financial difficulties after his untimely death.
In high school and later in college I was an average grade student, not a particularly great athlete and I did not possess impressive looks. I wasn't invited to take part of the highly regarded societies with Greek letters in their names. Girls in school hardly noticed me. My shyness did not help either.
As a result, in the evenings I rarely left the house. I was spending my time mostly reading sci-fi stuff.
Mom had me when she was barely 19 years old. Back then she quit her job as a pharmacist to take care of me.
Once I started going to school, she returned to her old job as a pharmacist.
My father passed away when she was still very young, at 33.
She tried to hide from me her grief, but I was old enough to notice how devastated she really was.
She hardly left the house except for work and errands.
On several occasions I tried to convince her to go to public places, where she could meet available men, but to no avail. Her response was always the same, "I am no longer a teenager. Searching for a second husband is not in my cards. I talked to other women at work and they all said the same thing - Once you are over 30, men find you less desirable for long term relationship. So why try hard? You are the love of my life. I am happy here with you!"
The two of us started spending several evenings a week watching TV together. Rarely we went to the movie theater or a restaurant.
Six months after my 18th birthday I developed a nasty infection. I had major headache, nausea and high fever (102 degrees). I was given the usual homeopathic remedies: Hot tea, chicken soup, vitamin C and some other over the counter stuff, that mom brought me. Later in the evening I was still very ill and I went to sleep early.
Mom turned off the lights in my room, but left the door partially open with the light in the hall still on, so that she could check on me every now and then.
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling much better and needing to pee.
I saw mom standing at the door, trying to assess how I was doing by listening to my breathing.
I looked in her direction. She was having on a long sheer nightgown and nothing underneath.
The light in the hall showed her full body almost as if she was naked!
For a 37 years old woman she looked beautiful. Her long dark hair was undone, framing beautifully her delicate face. Her protruding boobs had barely any sag to them. The flat tummy, shapely ass and long legs were as alluring as the ones you'd find in a Playboy magazine (Yes, I found 3 old Playboy magazines in the attic and hid them in one of my drawers).
I tried my best to breath normally, while I was staring her sexy body...
For 18 years I regarded mom as a nice, sometimes boring, bodiless person.
Her gorgeous figure was usually well hidden from me under her baggy clothes.
This was the first time I observed my mother virtually in the nude.
As I said before, by that time was already feeling better, so I could appreciate every detail of her body.
In fact, my young dick started reacting immediately...
Mom didn't talk. I guess she thought that I was asleep. Since I was not showing signs of distress, she went back to her room.
For a long time afterwards I was masturbating to the visions of my mother standing naked in front of me...
Between the ages of 18 and 22 I attended a college in Austin, Texas.
I still wasn't a big catch for the opposite sex. In all 4 years of college I went out with 2 girls, for several months each. I had sex with each of them for a short time, but it wasn't IT.
During my college years mom stayed in our hometown, Chicago.
In my senior year she unexpectedly started seeing a guy. Initially the two of them seem to be doing very well.
The next year I registered to university of Illinois and mom insisted that I live at home.
One night I woke up, hearing my mother cry.
I went to her bedroom and asked her what was going on.