I looked up in my mom’s face. Her eyes were slits and as she felt me cum they opened wide and her legs gripped me by my hips and she thrust up on the bed and screamed – I mean it started like a little “hoo-hoo-hoo” and then erupted in a low scream. She was cumming and cumming.
Finally her legs relaxed and her hands came from around my back. She took my face in both her hands. “Oh my sweet son. It has been so long, so long.”
I don’t know how long we laid there, I know I rolled over and she settled against my back and we spooned and I slept and I think she did too. Finally I woke up and was staring at the bedside table with my dad’s stuff on it. Man! What if he comes home and finds us? I couldn’t remember if he was out of town or at the golf course or what. I slid out of the bed and went in my shower. I scrubbed and remembered and scrubbed some more. After a few minutes remembering my mom growling in my ear “fuck me, fuck me”.
I really did not know what to do. Go back in my mom’s room? Pretend it never happened? Then I heard some noises downstairs. I was toweling off. I quick put on my tee shirt, jockeys and shorts and peeked out of my room. It was getting dark and the lights were on downstairs.
Just then I heard my dad’s car come up the driveway. Man, dinner was going to be awkward. Except it wasn’t. Mom and dad chatted and dad asked me about the Y and was I ready for college and when was practice. Mom smiled at me. She was wearing a strapless sun dress and near as I could tell no bra.
After dinner I went up to finish my homework and look at some sms that some of my buds sent me. I was tempted, but there wasn’t anybody I trusted with my secret. And you know what’s funny? It never happened again. I mean none of it. No blow jobs, no fucking, not even a kiss other than kid and mom stuff.
A week later mom and dad drove me up to FSU and I kissed them goodbye. But that memory will always be with me. Sometimes I would think the whole summer was a dream.
End of my sophomore year and I wanted my new girlfriend to come home with me. Mom and dad came up to get me. They had met June off and on during the year and while even we didn’t know if it was going to get really serious, my parents said, that it was cool for us to come to the house for a week or so. It was really nice and the affair with my mom was like it never happened. But when we were leaving to go back to Tallahassee, mom hugged me and whispered in my ear, “remember, Barry, I was your first.”