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	My Mother.

	My mother was very pretty, and in every sense of the word. 
She had long, blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and large breasts. She was
thin and fit and young, and when this story takes place, I was very 
young as well. Perhaps I was too young to fully understand sex, lust,
desire, and warmth, but I certainly knew that what I saw was something
very sexy, very desirous, and very warm.
	The first time I saw my mother nude was certainly no accident,
as a matter of fact it took great patience on my part. Every day she 
had a shower, and every day I hid in a closet, a closet full of her 
clothes, full of her wonderful black panties, her bra's- O! how many 
times did I put them to my nose in the hopes of smelling that sweet 
perfume of my mother? How many times did I taste the crotch of those  
panties in the hopes of tasting the perfume, tasting perhaps one moist  
bit of my mother? How many times would I take a crumpled, warm pair 
of my mother's panties up to my room, lock the door, and masturbate 
sensually to my mothers soft, silky panties- panties that moments
before rested against the downy black pubic hairs of my mother, that
perhaps when she sat down were pressed against by smooth, ripe pussy 
lips. And how many times did I aceive orgasm while either clutching the 
panties to my raging, engorged penis, or whilst wearing the panties
over my head as a great wafting humitifier of the smell of pussy and
freshly plucked daisys? Possibly too many times to consider.
	Digression of subject ended, and where were we? Ah, yes. 
My mother was taking her daily shower, and I was hiding in her room, 
in a closet full of a variety of matronly underthings, and was nursing
the raging young penis of the thirteen year old male. Perhaps not such
a raging thing, but at the time truely considered a focal point of the 
days activities. My penis, that is (And what do you consider it now?).
	The beauty of my mother lie in her innocence. Perhaps the 
beauty that she saw in me lie in my innocence as well. My mother was
a German, born and raised as a girl in Ausria. My father was an 
English get-about traveler type, and was still at the time of the 
telling of this story, leading to the closeness with my mother and 
the estrangement with my father. 
	My father had the kind of money that could afford esquisite 
beauty, and large breasts that are so in demand. My mother would be 
considered naive by any standards that American country girls 
would be classified as, for she really was a country girl, though her
Oklahoma's were the Swiss Alps of Austria.
	I saw mother emerge, wiping off those large Austrian breasts.
Shw let the small pink towel drop and my heart fell at the exact same
rate and velocity, in keeping with Newton's laws of physics. Her
closely cropped thatch of black pubic hair lie between her legs not
inevitably, but as a finality. I lay underneath hot clothing, barely
breathing so mother not hear me, cock engorged with blood, and animal
instict telling me MATE! MATE! MATE! whilst English civilized reason
telling me about all the many wonderful places that one is to visit
whilst burning in hell, and on top of all of that noise my mother
humming a pretty tune and stretching her legs, actually exercising in 
front of the large mirror, giving me a full view of her ass and 
splayed pussy lips.
	 The air inside the closet was stifling. I was physically 
shaking inside the closet, as well inside the core of my very 
young marrow of reason. 
	My mother put on a robe and left the room. I was left alone,
but still I dared not move. I must have slept for two hours inside 
there.
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	And so it went. Days past. Weeks past. Every day I got 
these wonderful glimpses of my mother, and every day I would run to 
my bedroom with a pair of these panties, be they red, or black, or
white cotton, and every day and every night I would come, and see the
long silky blonde hair of my mother.
	So what actually occured, why even write? Well, all of my 
did come true one day. Was it all for the best? I think so. And so 
did she, and that is the only thing that matters, isn't it?
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	Mom came into my room one day. It was early in the morning, 
actually, and I was just waking up. I wasn't really awake at all, 
when my Mom sit at the edge of the bed. She was in a sexy white
teddy, so virginal, yet with those large Austrian breasts practically
falling out of the tight top that she was rarely seen in. I could
just make out the brown outsides of her huge nipples. My cock was
rock hard when she shook me awake.
	"Henry", she said, in that slight Bavarian way, and with the
'h' that most English don't use.
	"Henry, vake up? Mommy vants to talk to you."
	"Yes, mother?", I asked, pretending that I didn't hear, that
I was too sleepy to even notice the outfit, or lack of, that simply
dripped sex.
	"Henry, have you been peeping on mommy?"
	My heart stopped, all of the blood in my cock rushed to my face
at a speed that Einstein would have had trouble with.
	"No.", I insisted.
	"Henry, I see you in the closet when I come from showver."
	"No!", I yelled, and started to feel tears, more of 
disbelief, than of anger, or sadness.
	"There, there." My mother patted my head, and as she did one
her breasts shook and plopped free of the tight shirt. I was unsure 
if she had noticed it or not, as she made no effort to put it back in.
	"Henry, do you have qvestions about a vomans body? I know you
are getting to the age-"
	"No." I said. I was entranced at the sight of the breast she
was showing me. I calmed my crying fit, and somehow, the way she was
presenting things, it seemed 'OK'.
	"Mom?", I asked.
	"Yes, darling?"
	"What does a pussy look like?"
	I was bold, but don't forget these were merely scientific 
questions to be answered, and my mother was a perfect speciman.
	"Vell", she answered, "All vomen have pussies. Some are red,
some are blonde. Mommy has a pussy. Hers is black."
	"How can a pussy be different colours?", I proceeded.
	She smiled knowingly, and her exposed breast shook along with
her slight laugh.
	"Ze hair on ze pussy is different."
	I feigned ignorance for about a second, until I realized my
mother was removing her panties.
	She put her pussy close to my face, for inspection. Those
old wonderful smells, perfume and sex and daisys, returned. 
	"See ze hairs?", she added.
	I could only nod. It was the most beautiful thing I that I 
had ever seen.
	"Go on, touch.", she said, commandingly. I was unable to 
move.
	Mother took my hand and brushed it along the pussy hairs,
not in a sensual manner, but in a sweet, matter-of-fact style. I
felt the smooth cleft of her cunt, and smiled. She smiled back.
	"Do you have hair yet, too?", she asked, warm hand still 
holding mine, and my hand still touching her warm, black mound.
	I was too embarresed, but realized my mother was pulling back
my blankets before I had a chance to rearrange my raging hard-on.
	"Oh!", she exclaimed when she saw my full cock, "did I make
it big?" An extra emphasis was placed on the word big.
	I had no reply, and could do nothing when my mother reached 
out and touched it, rubbed it really.
	"Does it hurt?", she asked, compassionatly. Apparently she
had questions for me, as well.
	"Sometimes.", I lied. 
	Her warm hands reached inside my pajama bottoms, stroked 
my pubic hairs, and then pulled down my shorts. Her fingers 
manipulated my cock, toyed with my balls. She did not look at me, only 
at my cock. That day I discovered that my mother really had a great
love of cock.
	"Big, like daddy.", she laughed, astonished. I don't know if
it was that big, and I certainly hadn't deen my father's prick, he
being such a prudish man.
	My mother lay there fondling me without purpose for a while,
and lay there without purpose, being fondled for a while. I really
didn't know what to expect next. I really could not.
	"Mom?", I asked.
	"Mmm?", mother asked, interested only in my fresh dick.
	"What happens to girls when they are horny?"
	"Horny?", she asked, her English was not as good as mine,
of course, she understood the phraase, though.
	"You mean vhen they vant to fuck?", she asked politely,
I had never heard a dirty word part from my mother's lips.
	I nodded affirmatively.
	"Inside", she continued, "A voman's pussy gets wet. Her cunt
gets all slippery for ze dick inside." 	
	I smiled, and laughed...

	TO BE CONTINUED.