Mum 1 – First time with Mum – by Fatman50
True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Incest, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Virginity
How a first fuck made a train journey so much more interesting.
I wish to point out that all participants were at legal age at the time of the incidents. I would ask readers to keep in mind that it was the mid 1960’s and although the “Permissive Society” was blossoming in the cities and large towns, in our sleepy little town we may well have appeared naive.
There are many accounts of boys having sex with their mothers on here but l haven’t read another one where their first fuck was on a train.
There are many who say how their mother was some hot piece with amazing tits and a great arse. Well that wasn’t my mother. I’m not saying she was ugly, in fact she was just ordinary, just Mum.
The time l’m talking about was the mid nineteen sixties. We lived in a small country town, l had recently started masturbating, and like most other boys of similar age l was wanking at any opportunity. I had a morning paper round and two of my customers had regular deliveries of what were called “Men’s magazines”. One of them was weekly, the other monthly. Obviously l took the opportunity to have a quick look through and up until the time in question that was the only time l had see a naked woman. I was fascinated by the variety of breasts, and puzzled as to why l had a penis and balls but women seemed to have a smudge. (I know it sounds naïve but that was how it was in those days).
The day everything started to change, l had been looking through one of the magazines on my round. I had gone home to change ready for school. My sister who was four years older had left for work, she was a trainee hairdresser, and my father had left for work. The centre spread of the magazine that day had been of my favourite model and l was desperate to get home and wank.
I raced upstairs into my bedroom, dropped my trousers and pants and began wanking. I was almost ready to cum in seconds when l heard a noise. I turned and realised that l hadn’t shut the door properly and my mother was standing there watching me. My first instinct was to hide but it was too late, l couldn’t stop my orgasm and l was stuck shooting my cum all over the bed.
I started to cry, saying l was sorry. My mother came into the room, telling me it was okay, that l hadn’t done anything wrong. I looked at the mess on my bed but she just asked me to help her change the bedding so that she could wash it. I suddenly realised that my trousers and pants were round my ankles and l hastily picked them up and did my trousers up.
Mum laughed saying it was a bit late for that.
Once l had got changed, l went downstairs, Mum was in the kitchen. I was embarrassed and was hoping to get out of the house as quickly as possible but she told me to sit down. She told me that what l’d been doing was perfectly normal for a boy of my age, in fact she had been surprised l hadn’t started doing it much earlier. She said that l shouldn’t be embarrassed about it, although she advised me not to mention it to my father or sister. She asked me how often l did it. I decided to be honest and said usually three or four times a day, she laughed and said how good it must feel to be able to orgasm four times a day. I thought it was a strange thing for her to say but said l had to get to school and left.
That evening, my father had gone to the pub as usual, my sister was out with her boyfriend. I was in my room, too embarrassed even to wank. My mother called me down to watch tv. I decided to try and pretend nothing had happened so went down. We sat for half an hour, then Mum changed the channel, there was a beauty contest on with girls in swimsuits.
“Do you think of girls like that when you play with yourself?” Mum asked.
I didn’t know what to say, could feel my face going red. “Er.. sometimes yes,” l finally replied.
“Do you ever think about your sister, or me?” She asked.
“No Mum, never, honestly,” l replied, hoping she would change the subject.
She said nothing for a minute then she pointed to the tv. “You can’t really tell what they are like under those swimsuits you know,” she said, “they still wear things to make them look shapelier. Have you ever seen a woman naked.”
“No Mum, l promise,” l replied.
“Oh don’t worry son,” she said, placing a hand on my knee. “It’s not a crime to see a girl naked, don’t any of the girls at school show you their boobs, what about a girlfriend, has she shown you gopher boobs?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend Mum” l said, “l’ve never had the nerve to ask one of the decent girls, l know there are some girls who go with some of my mates and they let the boys do things with them but Dad told me that those sort of girls can get me into trouble.”
Mum laughed. “Oh well he would know about that,” she said. “Has your father spoken to you about sex?”
“He told me that when a man and woman get married, the man can lie on top of the woman and give her a baby.”
“Didn’t he tell you how?”
“No, he just said the man lies on top of the woman.”
Mum laughed again, “Yes well that just about sums up what he knows on the subject,” she said. “So you’ve never seen a naked woman?”
“We….ll,” l replied, “l have seen pictures.” I went on to tell her about the magazines on my paper round.
“Would you like to see me naked?” She said.
I didn’t know what to say, l was afraid l would offend her if l refused, but deep down l didn’t want to refuse.
“If l let you see me naked, will you let me watch you playing with yourself?” She said.
I couldn’t speak, l could only nod my head.
She got up and stood in front of me. “What do you call him?” She said, pointing to the front of my trousers.
“I know it’s called a penis,” l replied.
“Yes but what do you call him when you’re with your friends?”
“A cock,” l said, “but that’s a naughty word.”
“Listen David,” she said, “it is time you grew up a bit. I know it’s my fault, l never wanted you to grow up, and living in a sleepy town like this l was able to keep you innocent. But you’re almost eighteen, you will be leaving school starting your apprenticeship and going to college, you will be mixing with people from the bigger towns who will know far more than you about sex and they will make fun of you, l don’t want that. Your father should have told you more by now but typical of him he is more interested in his pint of beer than the workings of the female body.”
She was wearing a dress that buttoned all the way down. She started to unbutton the top buttons.
“Take your cock out,” she said, “let me see it, is it hard.”
“It is getting hard,” l said, undoing my trousers and hooking out my cock.
“That’s nice,” she said, undoing some more buttons. “It’s bigger than your father’s, pull the foreskin back, let me see the head.”
I did as she asked, all the time my eyes fixed on the way her dress was opening.
“Hold it tight and squeeze it.” She said as she removed her dress completely. She was wearing a full petticoat so l couldn’t see much more than before but l still felt excitement.
“That’s good,” she said, “can you see that stuff that’s oozing out from the eye of your cock, that’s called pre cum, it’s there to lubricate your cock for when you put it inside a girl.”
“Am l going to put it inside you Mum?” I asked.
“Not tonight,” she replied, “but perhaps one day if you’re a good boy, but you mustn’t tell anyone about what we are doing.”
As she spoke, she pushed the straps of her petticoat off her shoulders, let it fall down and stepped out of it. I had seen pictures of women in underwear in her clothing catalogue, Mum looked just like them. She was wearing a white bra, corset with suspenders to hold up her stockings and l could just see her white knickers underneath. “Now,” she said, “would you rather look at me or those girls on tv?”
“You,” l replied as l started wanking my cock.
“Don’t do that too hard,” she said, “take your time. Would you like to see more?”
“Yes please,” l replied.
She put her hands behind her back, then pushed the straps off her shoulders, holding the bra against her chest. I saw her take a beep breath then take the bra away. The only tits l’d seen up to then had been in magazines and they were all girls younger than my mother so l was shocked to see the difference between their tits and hers. Mum’s tits were quite big but they looked heavy and dropped down whereas the girls in the magazines had tits that stuck out.
“Not what you expected,” Mum said, seeing the expression on my face. “I’m forty six years old David, they don’t stay like they look in those magazines forever you know.”
I didn’t know what to say. Although they were not what l expected, l was fascinated by them, the tips of them were a different colour, much darker and her nipples were bigger than l’d seen.
“Can l touch them?” I said.
Mum took a step closer, putting her hands under her tits, holding them up. I reached out and touched them, they felt soft and warm, the skin felt so smooth apart from the dark areas which were covered in tiny pimples. I touched her nipples and l felt her intake of breath.
“Sorry,” l said, taking my hands away, “l didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me David,” she replied, “it’s just been a while since anyone else has touched them, it felt very nice, would you like to touch them again.”
I reached out again, running my hands over the smooth skin, they felt so soft and inviting. Then l touched her nipples, they felt harder than they were a few moments before. I flicked them with my finger and Mum made a funny noise. I looked up and saw that she was biting her lip.
“Is that nice Mum?” I asked, flicking them again.
“Mmmm, yes..very nice,” she said.
“Do you want to watch me wank now?” I asked.
“Mmmm,” she replied. “Would you like to put your cock between my boobs.”
“Yes please,” l said. I wasn’t sure why but when she knelt in front of me and bent forward, squeezing her tits together around my cock it was the best feeling l’d ever had.
“Now move back and fore,” she said, “that’s called fucking my tits.”
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