“No Mom it wasn’t Monique. It was Beth. Remember her?”
“Beth!? Really? That long ago? Of course I remember her. She was so sweet! Oh I liked her. Such a pretty girl. And… were you her first as well?”
“Yes Mom. I was her first.”
“Well Beth is a very lucky young lady.”
“What? Why do you say that?”
She turned to look at me. I could see the emotion in her eyes. “Just because, you are a very caring, and special young man. And any girl would be incredibly fortunate to have you as her first.”
“Uh okay – thanks I guess. What about you Mom? How was your first…”
“Let’s just say – I wish I’d had someone as special as you for my first time.” I could tell from her tone that this was not a topic she wished to expand upon. And sure enough, she quickly found another topic, pulling a box from a lower shelf, and lifting the lid.
“Oh my God – I remember when you drew this picture!” she said, smiling and holding up a child’s crude but cute depiction of two people – one large and one small. “You drew a picture of the two of us on your first day of kindergarten.” The words were barely out of her mouth before the tears started streaming from her eyes, and she covered her face with both hands to hide the sudden sobs that wracked her body.
“Oh Mom, come here.” I enveloped her in a big warm hug, and just held her, letting her cry out her emotions with her head buried against my chest. After some time, the sobs subsided and she lifted her face to mine.
“I’m so sorry Honey. Oh God, I’m such a mess. You must think I’m crazy or something… It’s just – I think it’s really starting to sink in how much I’m going to miss you when you go away to school.”
I continued to hold her and hug her. And as incongruous as it may sound, my cock was once again growing fully hard and pressing against her groin. And Mom – bless her, she didn’t pull away at all. In fact she pressed her pubic region right back against mine – as if she craved the same kind of intimate contact that I did.
I kissed the tears from her cheeks still holding her tight. “Mom, don’t worry, I’m only gonna be two hours away. I can drive home every weekend, and we can hang out like we always do…”
“Sweetheart, as much as I may want that – and believe me, I do… I want you to become your own man at school, and make new friends, and go to parties and experience new things… and you can’t do all those things if you are here with me every weekend.” Mom then gave a none-too-subtle grind of her pelvis against mine, before taking a step back and looking down at my swollen package. “And, most importantly, you need to find a new girlfriend who can help you tame that monster in your pants!”
We both laughed a bit, and the storm of intense emotion seemed to have passed as quickly as it had arisen.
5.
Mom once more turned her attention to the boxes on the shelves, opening some and peeking half-heartedly inside. “You know… it happens with women too,” she said somewhat cryptically.
“What? What happens with women too?”
“That kind of thing,” she said nodding toward my perpetually tumescent member. “Sometimes our bodies do things that are beyond our ability to control. It’s just usually a bit less… obvious… with us ladies.”
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