Even today I have never found anything wrong with what we did. The news howls about such things and the public outrage has forced me to bottle these memories, even though they are some of the most cherished of my life. As a way to express myself and my feelings for my first and truest love, I am writing these accounts. So, my dear mother...my first and best lover, this is for you.
Part 1. The Beginning
Everything always seemed so natural. The way my mother and I talked about things. The way she used to tease me. I just thought that's the way things were supposed to be. Not knowing what my friends talked about with their mothers behind closed doors, I thought it was natural for my mother to be asking about my "sexual maturity". Did I have girlfriends yet? Did I masturbate a lot? Even though it embarrassed me, I always answered. It never occurred to me that other mothers would never ask their sons if they masturbated. I thought it was playful the way she would always want to wrestle and the way she would wrap her legs around my waist when I had her pinned. I thought that's the way moms and sons got along.
My first hint that something might be a little different was was when I was 18 and mom was letting me practice driving for my upcoming drivers test. My parents couldn't afford to pay for drivers ed when I was in high school, so I had to wait until I was 18 to get my license. It was summer. Dad was at work and my little brother was at Bible School Camp. Mom asked me if I wanted to go to my old High Schools parking lot and practice driving. I was in the car before she could get the keys out of her purse. My test was a week away and I wanted to get as much practice in as possible...especially parallel parking.
I was in the driver's seat when she came out. I noticed right away that she had on a very short pair of cutoffs. She usually only wore these around the house (and coincidentally, many of the times we had wrestled), never out in public. It was a very hot Texas summer day, so I dismissed it.
The car was a candy apple red 1965 Olds Cutlass. It had a bench seat for a front seat...a vinyl bench seat. Hot summers in Texas and vinyl seats are a recipe for disaster for fair skinned women wearing cutoff shorts. Mom found this out as soon as she hopped in the passenger side of the car. Her voice rang out with a shrill squeal as her exposed skin met the searing seat. She struggled to raise her butt off of the seat but her flat soled sandals kept slipping on the floorboard carpet, which kept her bouncing, skin to vinyl. She finally opened the passenger door and jumped out. She was swearing like a sailor. The word "fuck" must have rung out a dozen times. I don't know why, but I found it mildly arousing to hear my mother say that word.
As she vented her verbal agony, I jumped out to see if I could help. When I got to her side of the car, I saw that she was trying to see how bad she had been burned. She couldn't twist herself around good enough for a good inspection.
"Danny, I can't see it. Tell me how bad it is. It fucking hurts like hell." She was almost in tears.
I moved for a better look and the first words out of my mouth were "Holy Shit!". The backs of her legs were as red as the Olds and looked as if they had been branded with an iron. When I told her what I was seeing she said that was exactly what it felt like.
She asked me to come back into the house to help her. I wasn't sure what I was going to help her with, but I obliged immediately. I figured the quicker we took care of her, the quicker I could drive. When we got in the house I followed her into her and my dad's room. She went to the medicine cabinet in their bathroom and came out with a bottle of aloe lotion. She handed it to me and asked if I would put lotion on the backs of her legs. I protested a little, asking why she couldn't do it. She told me that she couldn't see everywhere back there and she wanted to make sure that everything got covered because she didn't want to blister. I told her that I would. At that point, mom did something that almost made me drop the bottle she handed me. She took off her shorts right in front of me. As shocking and exciting as that was, what pushed it even further was the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Mom, what are you doing?!?" I said in a shocked, shrill voice.
"Danny the burns are not just on my legs. Settle down. You've seen my butt before". I had, but it was several years ago and I didn't know what I was looking at.
Now, I was feeling something very different. My stomach was doing somersaults and my cock was starting to grow like a bamboo plant in time lapse.
She laid face down on the bed, her butt and burns exposed to me. I knelt beside the bed next to her, put some lotion on my hand and started to lightly massage behind her right thigh. She tensed up and jerked a bit at my first touch.
"Damn, that's cold" she hissed.
As I started to slowly massage the creamy liquid into her burn, she relaxed a bit. She also let out a small sigh. I was very thankful that I was kneeling and the bottom half of my body was hidden. The erection I had developed was painfully obvious in the athletic shorts I had chosen to wear that day.
"Make sure you get it up on the cheek too" she said, in a more quiet voice.
I slowly massaged the right cheek of my mother's ass, feeling like I was drunk. My head was spinning. She then sent me from a spin to a complete pinwheel. She spread her legs slightly revealing her beautiful pink lips and pubic hair (it was the 70's).
"You need to rub some between my legs too" she softly directed.
As I began to apply the lotion to her inner thighs, her breathing became a little more labored and she began to shift her hips as if she was trying to get more comfortable. I was almost hypnotized. I had no concept of anything around me. It was almost a shock when I heard her voice again.
"That's good, now do the other side."
I repeated the massage I had given her burns on the right leg and butt cheek on the left side. It seemed to last forever, yet it was over in a second. I know it's hard to understand.
"Thank you for helping me with that. I feel so much better now. "she said in a relieved, yet content ton of voice. "I'm going to put on something more appropriate and we can hit the road, ok?"
"Great. I have to go to the bathroom and I'll meet you outside" I answered back.
I spun around as quickly as I could, so as not to give away the raging erection fully visible in my shorts, and headed to the bathroom. Once there, I couldn't get my cock out fast enough. I ferociously started pounding. I came in less than a couple of minutes. I was seeing spots, stars and more colors than a kaleidoscope. After a few minutes, I was finally able to gather myself enough to head out to the car.
Mom had changed into a longer pair of shorts and also brought a towel to lay down on the seat with her.
