A First Time

The mother had come back a little dejected, because she had had no success in the city. At that time I did not know that she had in fact visited Uncle Frieder and borrowed money from him — on his terms, as I was to learn later. In the evening I had to go to the room that seemed large and dark and I was afraid; sleep was out of the question. I slept naked like mother and stroked my cock a little to dispel the fear.

Later the door opened quietly and mother came in; I posed asleep and watched her undress under almost closed eyelids. How much the time with Willi had changed me! I must have seen her naked a thousand times, but I had never looked at her as I did now. She was a small, roundish woman of about fifty, her ash‐blond hair already interspersed with a few silver‐grey strands. When she turned around, two small, funny dimples could be seen above her beautiful, white buttocks. That she had been very slim in the past could be seen from the fact that neither her arms nor her legs nor her buttocks were fat — only her breasts were really round as a ball. In the daytime, when she wore a brassiere, the breasts stuck out in front like attack spurs of a war galley. They were the largest and most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Once I had seen an opera diva on a lithograph, and she looked almost the same as Mother, with a delicate abdomen and huge breasts jutting forward. In the evenings, when she undressed, her breasts hung heavy and plump over her belly, the fingernail‐sized nipples standing sometimes steeply erect or were completely sunken. Right between the navel and the frizzy, light‐colored pubic hair, she had an oval, small, almost black birthmark on her belly. The pubic hair hid the slit, although I almost looked my eyes out, desperate to see everything.

I had wild palpitations like never before as I watched her undress and rolled back and forth hornily. Mother lay down next to me, turned out the light and murmured, "Shh, shh, now sleep!", then she gently stroked my forehead.

I hugged her tightly and tried to sleep; my little hard‐on touched her and I still saw the image of her naked body. Mother held me gently, said "Shh, shh!" and rocked me gently to fall asleep. As I did every night, I hugged her tightly and slid up and down impatiently. After some time, she gently and lovingly affectionately pushed my abdomen back, touched very gently my little stiffy, as she carefully pushed it away over the thigh and held him as protective in her hollow hand, until I fell asleep.

And I dreamed the wildest things, Hildegard and Willi jerked each other off, then again I lay on the nanny who gradually turned into Hildegard. I held Hildegard's wonderfully soft body tightly and dreamed I was inside her. She suddenly looked like my mother, I pushed and pushed and wanted to squirt in one go. With one blow I woke up. The bedside lamp was burning and my mother had sat up sat up at the headboard, her head resting on her arms wrapped around her drawn knees, staring at my cock out of dark, burning eyes.

I had been stomping the covers off in this wild dream, as there was something strange was happening to my tail. Finally, I had apparently scooted to the foot of the bed and was still dreaming of Hildegard, mother looked at my red swollen cock, which stretched hornily towards her and from which my sticky semen had splashed twitching towards her. Half I was still dreaming, half I was awake and yet I could not move — I remained paralyzed during the whole time.

Mother looked at me and my cock with wide eyes while the squirting subsided; but even after the squirting had stopped, she stared at it, which, following gravity, hung half off to the side and continued to pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat, scattered white droplets still running from the tip. Mother stared unblinkingly at it, and I, under half‐closed lids, at her cunt, which I had never before seen so close, never so clearly. I was embarrassed, but also curious and excited at the same time and did not move. I was embarrassed because I had rubbed myself against her, because I was now lying there so defenselessly open and had squirted, because she had witnessed it all and because she continued to look at me curiously. And I was excited because I felt pleasure in showing myself naked.

Now the mother rose, knelt down beside me and took my hand quickly from my cock. She first wiped the sheet clean with a cloth, then faltered for a moment before drying my thighs and gently touching and lifting my cock. She didn't touch the glans, just dabbed it carefully with the cloth, but of course the whole guy twitched in the process, which apparently made her a little embarrassed. She blushed a little, immediately let go of him and quickly covered me. Then she kissed me tenderly and lovingly on the forehead and said, "You're becoming a man now, you'll always get those wet dreams, but that's good!"

After this exhaustive enlightenment, she turned out the light and gently embraced me. She held me close, pressed me against her and caressed me tenderly, probably also with conflicting feelings about seeing her baby mature into a man. I, however, was proud because I could now finally squirt properly! I felt the comforting warmth of her body as I had not felt in years, felt the tickling of her breast against my back. I lay securely in her lap and slowly fell asleep, while she rocked me still long in a gentle rhythm softly humming and I rubbed my butt comfortably against her warm, swaying body.

The next night I couldn't fall asleep, had an insane erection and felt an indomitable desire to masturbate. Carefully I rubbed my cock, not realizing that the mother had woken up in the meantime and had turned on the bedside lamp quietly. I had to squirt very quickly, spread the semen with the flat hand and stroked my cock gently further. Only after quite a while the light penetrated through my closed eyelids, and when I opened them I saw that she had sat up at the headboard like the day before and was watching me masturbate. Uncertain, I stopped rubbing for a moment because I didn't know exactly what she had meant yesterday. With a man this wet thing is quite normal, she had said yesterday. She looked at me curiously and said nothing when I looked up. Was I mistaken, or was she nodding imperceptibly at me? I turned my head and pretended to close my eyes. I hid my face under the pillow, as if I were ashamed; in truth, however, I looked under my eyelids again at her nakedness, looked in the protection of the pillow from below to her cunt, which seemed close enough to touch, and felt the desire in my cock swelling again irrepressibly.

I lay there panting and with my heart beating wildly, unable to stir, looking at her silhouette illuminated by the bedside lamp, seeing the shadow of her breast, the light hair in her armpit, and between her erect legs the curve of her thighs, her pubis and her buttocks. Excited I was because I was lying in front of her and well protected by the pillow right between her legs, mother obviously did not see through this perfidy and I was getting hornier and hornier my excited cock intentionally put on display, excited her with it and seducing her to a careless exhibition of her nakedness — yes, that was my motive! But so it was: I little criminal lay there with my eyes almost closed, looking out of the slits of my eyes at my mother's cunt, looking feverishly horny at her nakedness, of which she seemed unaware, while she was still gazing with wide, curious eyes at my deliberately displayed cock. I suddenly found the display of my nakedness so arousing that I turned back to have my cock pointing skyward again — this swift movement made Mother to flinch slightly, her eyes following the movement of my little cock. I pulled back the foreskin — first tentatively, then faster and faster — and all at once all my inhibitions fell away.

I watched greedily, hornily and feverishly under half‐closed eyelids the growing restlessness that my jerking off caused her. It excited me a lot that she was watching me, but also because she was getting more and more restless. She sat with her knees drawn up at the head end and I turned my head under the pillow a little more until it was right between her legs. I glanced shamelessly between her thighs at her pubic area, saw under the small, wrinkled bulges of fat on her belly the slightly open slit that was otherwise hidden by her pubic hair. For a split second I thought how big it all was on her; big, dark red, and wet shiny. Later, when I had seen other clits, I kept thinking that hers was really big and somehow seemed sexy too. Everything undulated about her — the massive body, the large breasts and the roundish, hairy mound with the deep furrow, all of this trembled as she rocked back and forth, pressing a hand to her pubic. The clit peeked out pertly between the fingers that spread the dark, swollen labia. They hung out of the slit like flaps of skin and trembled a little because mother was bobbing back and forth on the pillow rocked back and forth on the pillow and seemed to be cheering me on — rolling back and forth on her bottom in unison, as it were. She kept rocking on her butt, clit coming out of the crack again and again, pushed out in time by the rocking between the wet labia, nodding like a snowdrop in the May wind. When we were still little snots, we sometimes stuck out our tongues, but only a little, because you weren't allowed to do that. So similarly, the clit, like the tip of a tongue carefully stuck out, peeked out in the gap between her fingers. Although it was only as small as the tip of my little finger, it still fascinated me because it peeked perkily out from under the hooded fold of skin as she quickly pulled the ridges left and right of the cleft up and down with her fingers. I stared at it, fascinated, because by now it had become visibly stiff and was thrusting and thrusting and thrusting between her fingers like a tiny little penis in the air. I jerked a little faster, whereupon she stopped with the asswiggling and rotated with the fingers very fast and short between the bulges. She convulsed and breathed "Uaah!", pulling the bulges back tightly and letting the little guy wriggle pointedly and perkily between two fingers. After that, she remained sitting motionless, only the bulges still quivering a bit.

Now I knew she was doing it all the same as Hildegard and while I had to think about it and squirt, she held her breath and stared at my twitching, squirting cock. I stretched out towards her and squirted long, thin threads of mucus over the sheet.

She wordlessly wiped it all away and turned out the light.