I've always been shy. I can't give any reason for it or explain why I feel the way I do in certain situations, all I know is that as a child I was painfully shy and it's only as I've grown more mature that things have improved.
It was because of my social awkwardness that I'd never had a girlfriend. Don't misunderstand me; I liked girls very much as a teenager, it's just that I wasn't able to communicate very effectively with them. I would try to hard to impress them and look like a twat or I would go bright red and start to sweat if a pretty girl spoke to me which wasn't the best way to attract members of the opposite sex.
I know now that there are literally millions of boys and men in the world who feel just the same as I did, but when you're a teenager trying desperately to fit in it can be very difficult to imagine anyone understands how it feels to be in that position.
So the upshot of all this was that I was a virgin until quite late. In fact I'd left home and joined the army before I had my first woman. Even then it wasn't because of my sparkling wit and devastating physical attraction that I lost my virginity, the circumstances were completely different to anything I'd heard about before and were not something I could tell anyone about either. Some may say that my particular introduction to the world of sex was sick and depraved, maybe they're right, but for me it was an initiation filled with love and affection.
The sort of love only a mother can give.
I completed my basic training in the summer of 1982 and had invited my mother down to watch the passing out parade. My father was too busy to make the trip but mum wouldn't miss it for the world.
She sat in the stands with all the other proud relations as my platoon performed the ceremonial drill that we had been rehearsing for the last fortnight. Once we'd finished there was the 'meet and greet' in the NAAFI bar afterwards where the families could meet the corporals and sergeants responsible for their offspring's transformation from callow youth to one of Her Majesty's finest.
During the course of the afternoon my mother had constantly been telling me how handsome I looked in my uniform and that I had filled out and all sorts of other compliments that she delivered with maternal pride. Finally after she had downed the best part of two bottles of white wine, we got in our taxi and made our way to a local hotel where we were both booked in for the night. We had decided on the hotel since the train journey home would have taken five or six hours and so it seemed the best option to stay overnight near the station and then catch a train north the next day.
At the hotel there was a bit of a problem however. Because we shared the same surname the hotel receptionist that had taken the booking by telephone hadn't realised that it was mother and son who were staying, she had assumed we were husband and wife. The result of this little mix up was that we only had one room booked in our name and there was no chance of another since the place was fully booked. I could have gone back to camp for the night but my mother said she didn't mind sleeping in the same room as me if I didn't.
Innocently I couldn't see a problem and so we put our bags in our room and went downstairs to the plush hotel bar. My mother had a few more drinks and I downed four or five pints of lager, which meant that by the time we made our way upstairs to the room we were both decidedly unsteady on our feet.
It must have been the drink I had in me that caused me to look at my mother's elegantly shaped legs as she climbed the stairs ahead of me. I noticed how her high heeled shoes put tension on her calf muscles and how trim her ankles were. My mother was wearing a thin summer dress and I now noticed that in spite of her being thirty seven years old she still had a thin waist and that her buttocks were firm and shaped like a peach under the thin cotton of her dress.
I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts. 'That's your own mother for God's sake.' I reprimanded myself.
When we got to the room my mother turned to me and gave me a hug. 'You look so handsome in your uniform,' she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
As my mother hugged me I could smell her scent and feel her breasts pushing against my chest. I put my arms around her too and pulled her tight and I couldn't stop my cock from stiffening and swelling in my uniform trousers.
My mother felt my hard cock pressing against her body and I felt her muscles go rigid just before she broke free of the embrace.
'Oh my, I'm so sorry darling,' she said to me as I grew beet red with embarrassment and fled to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and willed my hard on to subside. Of course it wouldn't and I was now presented with the horrifying dilemma of facing my mother after what had just occurred. I was deeply ashamed of my body's reaction to my own mother's proximity, it just wasn't right; it wasn't natural.
I wanted to crawl away somewhere and never come back. The prospect of seeing my mother's face after what had happened filled me with dread.
Nevertheless I couldn't get the image of my mother's legs and arse out of my head and I still had the huge erection to contend with. I wasn't thinking straight due to the booze and I did the only thing I could think of to do in order to get my cock to desist. I unzipped my trousers and took my aching cock in my hand. I recalled the feeling of my mother's firm breasts squashed up against my chest as I began to stroke my cock.
I wanked my cock hard and closed my eyes and within a mere two minutes I felt my spunk rise as my orgasm exploded. I stood as the thick, white spunk jetted from the eye of my penis and spattered wetly onto the tiled floor. It felt as though I spat cupfuls of the stuff onto the tiles as I came and my body spasmed as my cum burst from me.
Once I'd finished I opened my eyes and to my utter horror saw my mother watching me from the doorway. I had neglected to lock the door and of course my prolonged absence and silence had caused her to investigate.
