My adolescence experience

If you have not read the previous episode, here is a synopsis. I am a 14 year old boy staying with my widow mother who is only 29 years of age. She is having some problems, for which doctor has prescribed some exercises, which is does with my help. She neither wears anything nor allows me to wear during her exercise session. And I continue hereafter. After about six weeks, we again visited the gyaenocologist and he examined mom once again. This time he forced me to leave his chamber and had a long discussion with mom. I wondered what it was all about. Mom came out and was silent altogether. When we reached home, she went in as soon as the door was unlocked, and changed her outdoor dress into her indoor one. It looked to me that she is perturbed after her discussion with the doctor. We did not exchange words during the next two days on this issue.

Weekend came and went by. I found she was not doing her exercise even, because even though she could do them alone, I remained present at that time. On Monday next, as I came back from school, I decided to settle the issue. While having my evening Tiffin, I asked directly.”Mom, I feel you are visibly disturbed since you have come back from the doctor. Do you have any serious problem, which, I could share with you?” “Well, it is yes and no.” “Sorry, could not get you. Please be a little more elaborate.” Mom laughed. “I don’t know exactly what to tell you, but I know that I have to at some point of time. It is like this. The doctor has proposed to me.” I stayed blank for a while and then overcame my astonishment. “Oh! That’s absolutely great. I am sure you have given your consent.” Mom must have been foxed by my spontaneous reaction. She did not know what to say. Having gathered herself she retorted, “Shut up you silly kid. How could you dream even that I would accept such a proposal?” “But, why not, mom? You surely need a companion at such a young age.” “For that I have you at my disposal.” “But you cannot share all your discussions with me dear. And you know that, don’t you?” Mom was trying to read between the lines of my remark.

“Can you be a bit clearer as to what exactly you mean?” “Of course, I can. But you’ll have to promise me that you would not get annoyed and run after me.” “Ok. I give you my word for that.” I went and sat next to mom and kept my head on her shoulder. “Dad passed away at a tender age. You did not get much out of him, setting aside the reasons, whatsoever they may have been. I am grown up enough to understand that the main reason of your physical complications is not having enough sex in your prime age. I am sure that you will not deny this.” “Carry on.” She said. “Fine, I will. You have had none to share your agony, joy or pains also. Now I can share a bit with you, but, if you think of some 7-8 years back? Granny used to be harsh on you, and you wept silently in secrecy. You never dared to write to dad also. Now at your age of less than 30 years, you have nothing to get from the society.”

Mom again kept silent, and this time for a much longer while. Then she pulled my head to her bosom, ran her fingers through my hair and said, “You seem to know a lot more than a person of your age should know. “Well my son; all I can say I need no better companion than you. You know me as well as I know you. We know each other’s body and soul. I cannot be freer with anyone else other than you.” “But I think you need a partner for sex mom, and that is a point where I shall be of no use to you.” “If I could do without it for so long, I can continue doing without that desire eating me up.” “You will end up in falling sick.” I said and walked out in dismay. That night after dinner I needed to go to the toilet for shitting. There was no power in the village. There was no moonlight either. So, I kept the toilet door open and went in naked, hoping I would be able to adjust my vision after a while.

As I sat on the shit pan, mom entered the toilet with a candle to see my gust of piss flowing in the pan, followed by thick lard coming out of my rectum. Mom waited till I finished cleaning up. As I was about to flush, she said, “Wait dear I shall flush it with my urine.” She removed me and started peeing on my shit. I was surprised to see the force she had applied as all the stuff just cleared. The best part was that she walked in the toilet in nude and that too in a very casual manner and walked out as if it has been a very normal situation. Normally, I slept with a pillow on my head and used a second one as a partition in between us. That night I put both pillows under my head. Mom came and saw it, but said nothing.

After lying down she asked in a very soft voice,”Were you shocked with my behavior in the toilet today?” “No, Not at all, mom. This is how you satisfy partially you sexual desire.” “How do you get to know so many things at such a tender age?” “Don’t forget I study in a co-educational school, having lots of girls senior to me.” “What do they do?” “We sit in separate benches all right. Still I watch their behaviors. Some rub their crotches against pillars; some scratch them with their fingers over their garments, while others go a step ahead by inserting them under their garments.” “You mean they do these acts openly?” “Why not? You can do it openly, why can’t they?” “Shut up. I don’t do anything in presence of any person other than you, and you know that very well.”

That was that for that night. Seven days later, I found mom finger fucking her own self in the toilet. She also saw me but did not show it. At night I asked her as to whether she enjoyed the act. She denied. I suggested that she did something else- use a cucumber, or may be a radish to replace the finger. “Will it be of a more joy?” Asked mom. “Why don’t you try and see for yourself?” She started using those items in my presence, and that started to arouse me immensely. But all I could do is to masturbate secretly. Two days later, she declared that these stuffs are all useless. They really don’t give the optimum pleasure. ‘The only substitute to all these is a live male person making you feels satisfied.” But she at once declined the idea. “I am not going to let an outsider to use my vagina.

Instead I shall use other measures.” “What other measures do you want to use? Do you want me to get you an artificial penis? But you have tried artificial thing much to you dislike, mom!” “The whole problem lies in the fact that you are physically too young, although I know that mentally you are very strong.” I got a shock of my life. “What do you mean? Had I been older, would you have asked me to try to satisfy you in some artificial methods?” “Artificial! My foot, I very much desire that you grow up and satisfy my lust in the most normal way.” I did not know what to say. It took me a long time to digest mom’s comments.”Mom, I am your son. Still you have the desire to be sd by me! If it is so, it is absolutely ridiculous on your part to even dream about it.” “Don’t be a hypocrite, son.

You mean to say that having seen me nude, or in a shitting situation, you have developed no sexual urge for me?” “Of course not! I would never think of such an absurd situation. I do not wish to continue discussing over this topic any further.” I did not know one thing. In fact I was too young to have that experience. Sexual desire knows no bar. Be it incest, be it anything else. A woman goes all out to cool and satisfy herself and she achieves her target. Everything quietened down after that. Mom said nothing about the topic any further, till one day a dream of fantasy forced me an ejaculation in the bed. I dreamt that I was being forced to active sex by one of my classmates, for whom I may have developed some likings.

Since morning came, I was feeling ashamed to face mom, and was avoiding her. The whole day she did not tell me anything. She cleaned the linen and my semen-filled boxers. The day passed by ordinarily. At night, when I was getting ready for sleep, mom asked me for some time. I was scared. May be she would yell at me for making a mess. But nothing of that sort happened. She sat beside me and asked. “Do you love somebody?” “No mom. Actually there is a beautiful looking girl in my class, but in a different section, whom I like very much. But I promise that she does not have the slightest of idea about it.” “You keep on thinking about her at the back of your mind?” “May be, sometimes.” “What happens if she asked you a date? Can you please her?” “That’s absurd mom. She is a very serious type.” “Don’t you think you should remain prepared for it? Let me give you some basic training.”

“What do you want me to do?” “Just obey me quietly, son.” Mom told me very sternly. She then undressed herself first and then undressed me. Both undressing were at a very slow pace. Then she asked me to kiss her starting from her forehead up to her neck, which she also reciprocated. Then came the neck and downwards up to the end of the spine. The third round was the chest area from below the breast down to the navel. I was feeling that I was getting aroused, but mom was unperturbed. Next I was asked to lick and bite her nipples and she was sitting quiet. After about 3-4 minutes I could not hold myself and ejaculated on her naval area. Immediately, I got a slap.”You motherfucker! Can’t you control yourself? You should have told me so that I could take the thing in my mouth”.

She now started licking my limp cock and in a couple of minutes, it became iron hard once again. After about 5 to 7 minutes she guided my dick inside her womanhood in a standing position and pushed me flat on my back on the bed and began pumping till she cummed with a shiver of ecstasy. “Oooooooh- Ahhhhhhh- Ummmmmm-Aaaauuuuchhhh! She kept on moaning loudly and continued fucking me from the top till I cummed heavily inside her cunt. We lay still for about 15 minutes and then got up and washed ourselves clean in the bathroom. She then gave me a glass of milk and herself, drank a glass of lime juice with salt and sugar. “This is for me to recover from the sweat loss. Relax for the moment and some more lesson awaits you at night, two hours after dinner.”

My lesson continued thereafter till my age of 20 years, when she passed away suddenly leaving me alone. I had developed a habit of fucking her twice every day except when she was in her menstrual periods. In my next episode, I shall come with how I used my training from mom in the battlefield, which I joined within 3 months of mom’s demise. Finally, I shall not give the readers my e-mail id, because it gives me immense pain writing about the lesson I learnt from my sweet and dear mom. I don’t feel this relationship as incest though I know, it is because when I think I could give mom something which my dad did not give him out of sheer anger on my granny. Ultimately, the sacrifice was my mom’s only.