How may I describe it, falling in love with my mother? Of course, I’ve always loved my mother, but as a normal son should—with his heart and soul, not his body. Mom’s beautiful, smiling face, with its wide mouth, full lips, and gleaming, hazel eyes never failed to warm my insides. Her arms, always eager to embrace, held me tightly against her supple body for as long as I can remember. For the entirety of my childhood, my mother represented a cocoon of nurturing warmth and support, the keystone of my world. I could not have been more content.

But now, something had changed. As I remember, it started shortly after my sixteenth birthday. At school, girls my age had developed curves and breasts, making my curiosity run amok. Even the younger female teachers didn’t escape my attention. Soon, I was examining their bodies so much, I often lost track of the lessons.

“Billy,” Mrs. Nelson repeated, breaking my concentration on the pair of erect, perfectly separated boobs staring at me, “do you know the correct answer or not?”

Snapping to attention, I blurted out, “Fifty-two!”

“Correct,” she replied, leering at me slightly as she turned away, her round ass swishing toward the blackboard. She was correct in assuming I was not paying attention to her algebra lesson. I was no dummy, though.

The first part (or parts) of the human anatomy that fascinated me were nipples - mine, and those of others. Breasts, too, but nipples, at least on me, were pleasurable to touch. I was amazed that I hadn’t discovered them sooner. So obviously accessible, they were, and so much fun. Alone in my room, I would run my hands over my bare chest, pleasuring in the sweet sensations that it created. Eyes closed, I rolled the hard tips between my fingers, sighing as I imagined Mrs. Nelson’s full, lush mounds.

My teenage sexual fantasies centered on breasts and, not surprisingly, sucking nipples. My best friend, Mike, introduced me to his stash of well-worn adult magazines purloined from his uncle.  Within those wrinkled, stuck-together pages, I explored the beautiful, erotic artistry of the nude female form.

My favorite women, I soon discovered, were the plump ones, with full breasts and large areolas. I eyed their tits like succulent fruits and, naturally, I wanted to put them in my mouth. Again alone, I would torture my nipples and fantasize about my algebra teacher. Of course, she now had the tits of a Playmate. Although she was twenty-eight at the time, practically elderly in my young mind, she more than sufficed in my sexual quest. As we existed together, in some vacuum of nowhere, she would open her blouse, exposing her luscious tits to my hungry gaze. With a smile, she beckoned me.

“Come here, love,” cooed her distant voice.

With intense excitement, I stepped closer, close enough to touch her beautiful body.

“I know you want them,” Mrs. Nelson teased, pushing her tits out slightly, within inches of my face. “Go ahead. Don’t be afraid.”

Instantly, my face pressed against one of her soft globes, taking the nipple in my mouth. Like a hungry baby, I sucked powerfully on her breast as I inhaled the sweet scent of her gentle perfume.

“Ahhh,” my sweet teacher hissed, cupping her hands around my head, “you love to suck my tits, don’t you?”

I whimpered into her breast, greedy for more of her ample tit. By now, I was pounding my pud several times a day and, of course, so was Mike. We met after school to compare notes.

“You have to handle it carefully, don’t just tug away,” instructed my more enlightened friend.  “If you’re patient, when it comes, it’s like your cock is going to explode.”

Alone in his bedroom, our jeans and shorts down around our ankles, Mike patiently guided my hand up and down my erection while his other hand squeezed at his own hard cock. He had taken the liberty of introducing me to Vaseline, since my cock was already red and sore from countless solo beatings.

“Here,” he said, “let me drive.” His hand wrapped around my throbbing pole. The divine sensation was driving me mad. My dick felt huge, more swollen than it had ever been before. 

“Ohhh,” I shuddered, drowning in a mixture of bliss and anxiety, “It’s almost painful, it’s so hard.”

“Relax and try not to focus on the outcome,” my friend said, sounding very authoritative. “You just need to keep the motion steady and it’ll happen.”

Closing my eyes, I concentrated as a strong sensation built itself from deep within my body. My lips parted, and I panted as pure pleasure seared its way up the length of my shaft. The fact that Mike was beating me off didn’t phase me. In my teenaged brain, there was nothing gay about it, just two good friends taking care of each other.

“Oh, Goddammit!” I grunted, face flushed with arousal, “It’s coming!”

“Yes!” Mike hissed.

That rainy Tuesday afternoon, I came with my friend. Mike never let go of my cock as his own orgasm took him. My body jerked as a thin string of milky, white goo landed across my thigh. Arching my back, another squirt lashed onto the carpet. Mike pressed his face against my shoulder, almost like a lover, as both of us shivered to completion. Looking back on those days as a grown man, it still amazes me how sexually ignorant two high school juniors could be, but those were the times, so very long ago.

“Well?” Mike panted after both of us stopped quaking. “Better than your average come, huh?”

“Yeah,” I exhaled, spent. “Oh, yeah.”

At that moment, I had achieved a level of satisfaction never before realized. My best friend and I spaced out for a few minutes of silent, post-orgasmic bliss. Soon, the closeness of Mike’s body and his breath on my neck made my hardness return. I’d never had sexual feelings for him but, at that moment, I was open to almost anything. Before I knew it, my lips brushed against Mike’s ear, then his neck. It felt so good, so inviting. He offered no resistance.

“Damn,” he whispered, “you’re still horny?” I noticed his glistening cock still bobbed at attention.

“Yeah,” I breathed damply against his skin.

Mike pulled away, sitting up.

“Let’s take these off,” he said, removing his shirt, then helping me pull mine over my head.

Kicking the remainder of our clothes free, we slid our nude bodies up onto Mike’s bed. Our throbbing cocks bumped together as we faced one another. In spite of my incredible horniness, I hesitated to touch my friend more. The idea of engaging anyone sexually, much less another guy, terrified me. Nevertheless, my hand reached out to touch his chest.

“You wanna come again?” Mike asked, rubbing his hand on my cheek.

“Are you kidding? Sure.”

Mike pushed me back on the bed. Lying there, naked, exposed, and vulnerable, my whole body tingled with arousal. I watched as he lowered his face to my chest and, with hunger in his eyes, lashed a wet, pointed tongue back and forth over one of my nipples.

“Mmmm,” I moaned with pleasure, reaching up to grip his shoulder.  It was like he instinctively knew what I loved.

“Does it feel good?” He looked into my eyes.

“Don’t stop,” I commanded.

Obediently, he continued running his wet tongue over my rock-hard nipple. I became impatient.

“C’mon,” I hissed, “suck on it.”

Mike smiled and pressed his mouth against my chest, sucking gently. My nipple tingled with sparks of pleasure. My bare ass writhed impatiently on the soft, navy blue comforter. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of his hot, wet mouth and wriggling tongue against my breast. Soon, my other nipple wanted attention.

“Now suck the other one,” I said, poking my left tit toward his face. Mike’s body pressed against mine, his mouth taking my other nipple, moving gently as I nursed him.  Again, I sighed with pleasure as fresh showers of sparks tingled from my hard, sensitive bud. Eyes closed, Mike’s eyelids reflected the dim light of the room. Gently, his hand slid up my thigh, toward my aching cock. 

I drew a sharp breath as Mike again closed his hand around my shaft. He began to stroke it up and down, up and down, slowly, at first, then more and more quickly. Moaning, I pressed my face into Mike’s jet-black hair. My hips began to undulate, synchronizing with my friend’s unbelievably expert touch. My countless solo voyages never matched the pleasure he was giving me at this moment. Suddenly, I blurted out.

“Kiss me.” 

God, where did that come from? I thought I had ruined the moment, but my mouth desperately wanted some action. To my surprise, Mike lifted his wet lips from my glistening nipple, and his face moved toward mine. Immediately, I began to kiss him, reluctantly at first, then our tongues touched and soon, we were necking like horny teenagers on a first date. He didn’t stop pumping my aching cock, though. A tiny drop of semen oozed from the tip. Mike broke our kiss for just a few seconds.

“This is how Mom does it with her boyfriends,” he whispered against my face.

Boyfriends? What the fuck? I was too worked up to think about that now! The sensation of Mike’s hot, naked flesh against mine, and the steady rhythm of his hand against my cock, was enough to make me come a million times. We devoured each other’s mouths, saliva glistening on our cheeks as our noses rubbed back and forth. Mike, more experienced than I, turned his head sideways and began to suck on my tongue like it was a cock.

I closed my eyes and brought my mouth firmly against his, creating a strong suction. My hands clasped around his shoulders as we French-kissed for what seemed like forever. I wondered if his mother did this with her boyfriends, too. What would Mike’s mother, or mind, think of us doing this? That thought was quickly dispelled by the pleasure surging up my cock.

Of course, it had to come. I was surprised I held out for that long. My orgasm rose up and overpowered me, forcing me to break our kiss. As my head thrashed back and forth with each come-squirting shock, my hips shuddered against Mike’s firm grip. Before I knew it, I felt his mouth engulf my shaft. I was too distracted by the massive waves of pleasure to react. I writhed and whimpered as he squeezed the base of my cock, and his expert mouth slowly drew up the length of my shaft several times. Each time he reached the end of my cock, his mouth would come off with a pop.

“This is something else Mom does with her boyfriends,” he smirked, licking his lips. Sweet Jesus, he must’ve been an expert at spying on his mother! By the time I had recovered enough to open my eyes, I could feel Mike’s urgent erection resting on my thigh.

“My turn,” he said before planting another deep, lingering kiss. I tasted something as our mouths and tongues danced together, something salty and slightly bitter. I could only assume it was the taste of my own ejaculate!

“Lie down,” I instructed.

As he stretched out on the rumpled blanket where I had just been, my mind reeled with new thoughts. What would I do? There was no other answer than to do what he did to me. I kissed him one more time before lowering my face to his breast.

“Mmmm,” Mike groaned as I toyed with, then suckled his erect nipple. My fingers toyed with the other for several delicious moments while his kissed the top of my head.

“Switch,” Mike said, and I obeyed, taking the other nipple and lavishing it with sweet attention.  After another few minutes, Mike couldn’t take it any longer.

“Goddammit, suck my cock!”

I snorted, looking up at his pleading eyes, my open lips still glued to his breast. In spite of my feigned amusement at his need, I was about to embark on something I’d never done, but there was no turning back. It was showtime. Trembling with inexperience, I grasped Mike’s cock and squeezed it, pulling the skin back tightly to leave the head exposed. With that simple action, Mike groaned, shifting his ass excitedly.

“Ohhh, man,” he said, “that’s it.”

Encouraged by his response, I drew my mouth nearer to his engorged cock. My brain was going a thousand miles a second as I was confronted by his solid shaft and the smell of his body. Moving in, I brushed my lips against it.  Mike’s skin was on fire as I felt the veins and ridges of his penis with my sensitive lips. I could also feel his cock straining and relaxing, impatient for my touch, wanting more. So be it.

Making things up in the moment, I pressed my mouth against the base of his shaft, then quickly began kissing and licking my way up, up toward his glistening helmet. By then, Mike’s hand had reached my cheek, brushing it gently, feeling with his fingertips the way my mouth moved against his cock. I had reached the top, so there was nothing left to do but go down. Slowly, I took the head in my mouth. Sucking powerfully, I bobbed my head gently, slowly inching my way further and further down.

“Son of a bitch,” he growled, “I can’t believe how good this feels!”

Slowly, agonizingly, I worked my way down, fighting my gag reflex as Mike’s cock started pushing against the back of my throat. My hands gripped the base of his shaft as his fingers dug into the back of my head. His body, rigid, trembled from my onslaught. By now, my lips had reached the base of Mike’s cock. I had managed not to choke on the twitching tip of his helmet buried in my gullet. 

“Shit,” He groaned, “don’t stop now.”

Thinking quickly, I pulled my head completely up his shaft. After a couple of false starts, I began lunging up and down the entire length of my best friend’s cock, making loud slurping noises. Mike stopped speaking, overcome by the pleasure I was giving him. After maybe seven or eight plunges, he arched his body, pressing his groin against my face.

“Ahhhgggg!” Mike grunted again and again as spasm after spasm gripped his lean, young body.

I never had a chance to feel his come in my mouth. He had blown his wad directly down my throat! All I had to do was passively let him. However, that salty, slightly bitter taste returned, tickling my taste buds. To me, it represented a job well done. Mike, spent and satisfied, pulled me against him, not saying a word. I could feel his breath on my face as we lingered in the afterglow.

The late afternoon sun cast a powerful shaft of sunlight through Mike’s bedroom window, illuminating airborne particles of dust, landing directly on my face. Turning away from the intruding beam, I realized that we had somehow nestled beneath the covers, our nude bodies melded together. Slowly, I unstuck my body from his, unsure of what time it was and how long I had dozed off. My friend stirred, then jumped awake.

“What time is it?” He asked.

“I don’t know.”

Quickly, Mike slid out from underneath the covers, trotting naked to his desk. After looking at the clock, he whirled around.   

“Get dressed,” he whispered.

Just then, a door slammed downstairs. Mike’s mother had returned from work. Within seconds, we had slid back into our clothes and straightened the bed. He grabbed a Monopoly game from the shelf.

“Sit here, across from me.” His eyes didn’t meet mine, he was so focused on what he was doing.  I sat, legs crossed on the carpet, watching in awe as Mike opened the board.  He then doled out the multi-colored Monopoly money, silver game pieces, and a smattering of wooden houses and hotels on the board by the time his mother poked her head through the door.

“Hey, fellas,” she smiled.

“Hi, Mom,” Mike replied, cool and calm.

“Hey, Mrs. Arden,” I replied innocently, hands trembling. My voice sounded higher in pitch than usual.

Mike’s mother was no slouch. Like my Mom, she was a divorced mother with one teenage boy. Like Mom, she worked as a senior secretary in a large law firm downtown. In fact, his mother and mine discovered they worked right across the street from each other, and often lunched in the same drug store.

“What are you two doing in this dark cave when it’s so nice and sunny outside?”

Although her eyes were tired, she possessed a smile that rivaled my mother’s. Her breasts were larger, though, and she was a bit taller than Mom. Perhaps it was due to her high heels. She was a couple of years older than my mother, from what Mike had told me, almost forty, something she didn’t want to admit. Mrs. Arden also looked about twenty pounds heavier than Mom, but she carried it like a queen. I glanced at the hem of her skirt, which ended just above the knees. Her nylon hose added a sexy sheen to her shapely legs.

“I dunno,” Mike shrugged dumbly.

She gave him a look, tugging at the slim belt around her waist.

“I’m going to get comfortable.” She turned to gaze toward me. “You’re welcome to stay for supper, honey.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” I tried to quell the nervousness in my voice. “Mom’s expecting me home, so I should be going. Maybe next time?”

“Okay, love,” she replied. She gazed at me for a split-second longer than she needed to, in my opinion, then turned away.

After his mother retreated, he took my hand and guided me through the kitchen to the back door. Placing a warm, wet kiss on my neck, his hand slid up under my shirt. His touch against my bare skin re-ignited my desire.

“Same time tomorrow?” He whispered, playfully tugging my nipple.

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

“And don’t beat that cock until you get back.” His breath in my ear made me tremble with lust.  “Save that come for me.”

I turned and kissed him, flicking our tongues together. He grasped the...