It Isn?t Always So Easy

I maybe shouldn?t have told mom I was still a virgin at nineteen, but I?d had a weak moment after yet another unsuccessful date. This revelation led to one of the most important moments of my life.?You?ll find the right one some day,? mom said.?That?s what everyone says,? I retorted, and they did, especially the sweet girls who liked to keep me safely in the friend zone.Mom came to my room that night. I didn?t understand what that was all about. She never did that, and she was only wearing a disturbingly thin nightgown which left the bumps of her dark nipples clearly visible through the fabric at the point where her saggy breasts were hanging down near her stomach. My gaze quickly blinked away and I made sure it stayed there. Mom said she wanted to talk and that she couldn?t sleep because she was worried about me.?You seemed more depressed than usual and that left me thinking,? she said, touching my arm. I twitched a bit because she didn?t really touch me very often.?I?m fine, mom. Nothing new about this,? I assured her, as if I hadn?t been crying into my pillow just moments earlier. She sighed and I let her hold and caress my hand for a while before she left after she understood I didn?t want to tell her anything more.I didn?t think much about that until she was there again a few weeks later. At least she knocked this time and avoided surprising me. I had not fallen asleep yet anyway, I was just reading on my Kindle. Mom kneeled next to the bed and lightly brushed my cheek with her fingers. I twitched away nervously, dropping the Kindle. Luckily it only fell on the mattress and not the floor. Those things were overpriced and broke easily. I guess I shouldn?t have reacted so nervously, but my mother really wasn?t a touchy-feely type, or at least hadn?t been since I?d been a baby.?Mom, what are...?? I asked, since she hadn?t said anything, but I fell silent when I saw how her hand moved to şişli escort the hem of the nightgown and raised it. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw a bush of bristly dark hairs. I was completely frozen, unable to turn my gaze until she let the hem fall back down. Then I quickly turned away from her and realized my heart was pounding vigorously.?Sorry...? mom sighed when she saw how my reaction, and lightly kissed my cheek before she left.I was thinking about that disturbing yet somehow entrancing sight for the rest of the night, rolling nervously on the bed before I finally fell asleep. When I woke up, I was completely rock hard and well aware of what I had been dreaming about even though I didn?t want to admit it.?Goddamn it,? I groaned, knowing I had to meet the family in the kitchen. Mom didn?t say anything, and neither did I. It seemed like this was one of those things which would be forgotten and not talked about. Not that it left my mind even as weeks went by.I tried to remember to clear the cache of my computer whenever I was done surfing for mature women with dark bushes. That was an entirely new interest for me after all the ?barely legal? sites I had been browsing for lookalikes of the girls next door I had been missing while they dated stupid jocks.I did find one older woman with her legs open who looked slightly like mom and that immediately made me so damn hard I thought I was going to faint. Worse yet, I knew I had been thinking about mom and not a random woman on the internet.?I need a fucking date,? I mumbled, shaking my head. I closed the page and membered to clear the cache before switching to CollegeDates. There were plenty of sweet, smiling cuties there, but they steadfastly refused to answer any of my messages whenever I dared to even send them in the first place.I read all the interesting girls? bios carefully so I could send them şişli escort bayan long and thoughtful responses. No dick pic spamming from me, I?m an artist at heart. I?m sure that?s a part of the problem, but it?s not like I can do anything about it. I finally shut down the computer after sending more messages than ever before. Waiting for the answers made me very nervous.It turned out there wasn?t much reason to feel jittery. Weeks passed and I didn?t get a single damn answer from any of the girls. I was starting to wish mom would come hold my hand again, but that caused certain other images come flashing to my mind and I tried to make them go away until I finally decided to do something about this obsession.?Could we talk again, mom. Tonight, just the two of us,? I said to her one evening, wanting to clear the air between us. ?I?ve been having a hard time.??Oh, I?m sorry, honey,? she said with a soft voice. ?I wasn?t sure if you wanted to, as depressed as you have seemed. I should have understood...??It?s all right, mom...??Yes, tonight,? she said, before one of the younger kids dropped something in the kitchen and that caught her attention. ?Oh dear, what did mommy?s little rascal get up to now?? she said and got up.Later in the evening I was trying to read in bed again, but it was hard to concentrate for a variety of reasons. Mom knocked and entered, wearing the same nightgown. I had assumed she wouldn?t wear that. This must have been a sign of something. What, that was yet to be seen.Mom held my hand again. ?You?ve been having hard time. I can see it. Sorry that I haven?t been much help lately.??I?ve been thinking... um... about the last time,? I blurted out, avoiding her eyes.Mom sounded embarrassed: ?I?m really sorry about that, I don?t know what I...?I did my best to explain my thoughts: ?No, mom. I mean... I?m the one who should be sorry. I want mecidiyeköy escort to do it, mom. I just... got scared.??Really?? Mom frowned, and her hand was moving towards the hem of her nightgown again.?Yes,? I said when her fingers touched the lacy hem. She was hesitant and I bit my lip as I looked her in the eyes. ?Yes, I really do.?Mom gave me one more silently affirming gaze before she slowly started pulling the nightgown up and over her head. Seeing my mother naked wasn?t as appealing as I had imagined. Her saggy tits hung almost down to her stretch-marked belly, and right under that the bristly dark hairs started and formed a bushy thicket between her thighs. I almost wished she had left the gown on, but I was polite enough not to show that in any way as she sat on the bed.We tried an awkward kiss during which I was nervously aware of my mother?s naked nipples touching me and the twitching and hardening which was happening in my groin area. Mom was holding my hand and looking me in the eyes as she lay her head down on the pillow. I couldn?t help my gaze being locked on the dark thicket between her thighs.My eyes widened when my mother opened her legs wide. The vagina was a loose wide opening between her cellulite-marked thighs and surrounded by bristly dark hairs. It was nothing like I had imagined, the bush spread all the way to the noticeable stretch marks on her stomach.?How do I...?? I mumbled, barely audibly, overcome with shyness as I moved closer.?Just guide... it... in with your hand. Don?t worry, I?ll help you.??Okay, mom,? I said, knowing this was a bad time to start having second thoughts. After a few fumbling tries I managed to slip in with the helping guidance of my mother?s fingers. It was very warm in there and I could feel the bristly pubic hairs on my shaft. My hands were on either side of mom, I was still afraid to lean close for some reason. I started awkwardly thrusting my hips, not feeling much more than the warmth.?Try to get it deeper,? mom instructed, her hand touching my hip. I moved my weight to my elbows and tried to do a longer thrust. The natural ribbed feeling of the vagina caught me by surprise, which mom could see on my face.