My story begins when I was 16. My father died about five years earlier in a work accident.
Ever since, my mom had been pretty depressed, she’d never really gotten over my dad’s death. I remember several nights when I’d be lying in bed and could hear her cry herself to sleep. I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting. I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. Little did I know that one night, I was going to help out my mom out in another very different and memorable way.
I should mention that my mom was not the most physically alluring woman in the world. To be frank, most men would not find her attractive. In fact, she’s plain ... she dresses in plain looking clothes, she hardly wears any make-up, she’s what you might call a “pleasantly plump” woman. But in my eyes, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world.
The reason I describe her to you is that like any young boy entering puberty, his mother is the object of many masturbation sessions. Who knows what it is that sexually attracts a young boy to his mother? I suppose it might be that innate thrill of danger in flirting with something considered forbidden or taboo. Or it could be the constant close proximity and the availability that facilitate this attraction
Anyways, one Friday I was making dinner when my mom came home from work. She looked miserable, so I asked her what was bothering her.