Her clothes were almost never tight ， but always a little loose，"suggesting" what lay beneath. The summer temperature required light clothingand hers almost always revealed an exquisite outline to the discerningeye. When she sat on the couch， or a chair ， her posture always provideda "hint" of what she had to offer.

　    When in shorts， her full rounded butt always beckoned for my palmsto cup her cheeks. The mound over her pussy always seemed to protrudeslightly， a little more prominently than her trim tummy， begging tobe uncovered so I could run my fingers through her pubic hair and strokeit with my lips and tongue. And between her thighs， her mystery of mysteries，always seemed to be pouting at me ， asking for my kisses ， and tongue.

　    Almost equally captivating were her breasts ， especially when herbra could be clearly seen through a light summer blouse. And every sooften ， fate would smile and she'd wear an almost sheer bra under a lighttop ， and I could see her dark areolas ， and perky nipples creatingtheir own little attractions， like buttons on a perfect mound of cream，just waiting to be sucked.

　    More than once， I'd managed a quick view of her thighs and pantycovered passion nest. Mom was the complete woman and often preferred dresses，unfortunately cut to an appropriate length. But every so often， as shesat on the couch， or crossed her legs， a brief vision of lovelinessand mystery would be offered to feed the imagination for many a night.And once， when I was a bit younger and only beginning to be aware ofthe exquisite differences ， I'd had the unparalleled opportunity to rubher legs after a long day at the office.

　    Sitting at one end of the couch as she stretched out and we watchedTV， I began rubbing her ankles which had ended up in my lap to make roomfor us both. By this time ， after so many back rubs， I knew what helpedher relax and made her comfortable. So I simply ， absent mindedly， beganmassaging her calves. Without really thinking about it， my hands wanderedall over her lower legs and soon began to attend to the muscles aroundher knees. In the meantime， while I still watched the program， she'ddozed off ， and I noticed that her legs were somewhat asprawl on thecouch. Out of curiosity ， as I rubbed her calves and ankles， I everso slowly flexed her knees so they bent slightly， opening the distancebetween her thighs. As I worked on the knees， they naturally spread abit more and her dress slid away， revealing a bit more of her thighs.

　    Curious ， but scared to death of getting caught， I dared not gomuch further. But still ， rubbing her knees， and just above to whereher dress had slid， I managed to open the distance a bit more. Her thighsparted a bit more so I could see her panties. By now I was truly intrigued，and quite excited. Her ankle was resting comfortably against my growingcock and my fingers were beginning to tremble.

　    At this point ， she was breathing evenly ， quite comfortable andseemed sound asleep. And I was scared to death， as I strained to seemore of the mystery between her thighs. Even in the shadow of her skirt，I could see her thin panties， and lush dark pubic hair underneath. Icould even see where the panties slid up into the folds of what I wouldlater learn was her pussy.

　    But in my impatience or excitement， I sought to spread her legs evenfurther ， and as if by reflex， her thighs closed and she turned a biton the couch and woke up. That night， while getting hard was nothingnew ， a curious new strain developed ， as I wondered more and more aboutgirls in general， the mystery of women ， and the captivating charmsof my mother.

　    I guess that's when I started trying to be the "perfect" son. Understand，I truly loved my Mom， and would never do anything to hurt her. And Irecognized how hard it was for her to work everyday to support us andto also find time to help me as I grew. In many ways， she'd devoted herselfto "us" and took very little time for herself. She did date a bit ， butit never seemed to go anywhere， or last with any one guy ， and aftera couple of dinners ， or movies， the guys would disappear. But I'm prettysure none of them ever scored on her.

　    So I pitched in whenever or wherever I could. I really enjoyed hercompany ， and we joked and teased a lot.

　    We even got into a couple of playful tussles when I was younger andwe'd wrestled around. In many ways， that too was an experience ， andI found myself drawn to standing near or next to her so I could brushagainst her body. This was easy enough as the house was small and quarterssomewhat tight. More as a scary and titillating experiment， I began toslip around behind her and let my hand lightly brush against her bottom.And ， every so often ， when she stood next to me， I'd casually letmy arm swing so my knuckles would ever so slightly caress that mysteriousmound under her stomach. These were quick surreptitious efforts on mypart to "check her out" and often resulted in delicious memories in thenight. That is， until I brashly took it a little to far.

　    One day as we were teasing and tickling and trying to decide who wouldpick the TV program ， things got a little out of ， or into hand I shouldsay.

　    Mom as usual had me pinned to the floor ， on my stomach， arm lockedbehind me ， and was tickling the back of my neck with her hair as sheleaned over trying to get me to concede. Somehow or other ， I managedto wriggle free and turn the tables ， and her around so I was sittingbehind her on the floor. I wrapped my arms and legs around her， "quite"innocently putting my hand on her breast. That moment gave me pause andstarted the normal sensations of an instinctively horny young man. I'dnever realized just how full， and firm ， and soft ， and exciting herbreasts were. As she squirmed ， her dress had slid up around her hipsand I could see her bare legs and flashing panties. And as I held hertight ， despite the exertion ， my cock began to swell as it rubbed againsther bottom.

　    But in my distraction ， she rolled onto me ， face to face ， flaton the floor， again with me underneath. Just to keep a grip， I slidmay hands around and cupped her bottom， pulling her tight to me.

　    I guess it was the combination of my hands on her butt， actuallysliding under her panties ， and my stiffening cock pressed against herlower stomach ， that caused her to suddenly jerk and roll away from meand say ， "okay， you win." I was really confused， and a little scared，realizing that I may have gone a little too far even by accident. But ，without looking in my direction ， she fixed her clothing and got up saying，"I really didn't want to watch that old news hour anyway， and maybe themovie will be good." And then as she turned to face me， all proper again，said， "but you make the popcorn！" and then went to brush her hair.

　    I don't remember the movie， but I certainly remember ， and haverelived the tussling， over and over and over. But the touching sort ofended after that.

　    As I got older， and hung out with other guys ， I'd begun to pickup quite a bit of "neighborhood sex education" listening to the olderfellows ， and occasionally getting my hands on a skin mag or two. Butthe pictures weren't all that good， or a little to graphic ， and thestories were all too rough. That is ， until I stumbled on one that ，at first was a little off beat， but intrigued me nonetheless. It wasone of those quick and to the point stories about a mother who wantedto suck her son's cock. One moment the thought， the next paragraph he'spumping her ； give me a break.

　    Now ， I'd never really thought about it much ， but as I "reviewed"more and more skin mags ， I realized oral sex was kind of "normal" Andeven more fascinating were the pictures of guys sucking girls' pussies.But the pictures of "overly well hung" studs（Jeez， do they come thatbig without some medical help ） and well used women with wide open gashesand humongous tits was a little intimidating. I guess you need 8 or moreinches to get those gals to spread it for you.

　    But I digress ， because the focus of my fascination had become moreand more， the lovely woman in my own home. The source of so many nocturnalmental meandering. And as she sat down across from me ， I looked forsigns that maybe， today， it would start.

　    ==== Chapter Three， The Approach ====

　    "Well ， you know I took Debby to the prom a few weeks ago， and thoughtwe had a good time，" he started. "But， now， she doesn't seem to haveany time to just hang out ， at least with me anyway."

　    "Well ， sweetheart ， people and things change ，" I said. "Maybeshe's trying to make other friends."

　    He snorted and said ， "Yeah， I guess so ， cause she certainly spendsa lot of time with her girl friends."

　    "Honey， you have to understand ， boys and girls at your age aregoing through some tremendous changes ， and you both are trying to figureout what you want in life. Maybe you should give her a break and checkout a few of the other girls."

　    "But they all seem so silly at times， and only want to gossip aboutstuff ……" he said dejectedly. "At least with Debby we could have a decentconversation about something other than who's dating who."

　    "That's 'whom' dear ， but there seems to be more to it than that.What else is confusing？"

　    "I don't know ，" he mumbled， eyes on the table. "This whole datingthing ， and what guys and girls are supposed to do …… It used to bewe could just get together and hang out …… and now everybody is pairingup…… going together …… and." he trailed off.

　    "Go ahead ， tell me what's on your mind" I encouraged him.

　    "Well ， I don't want to just go with someone to learn about all theother stuff ， and maybe get stuck and miss the chance to meet someonereally great because 'I'm taken'."

　    "Honey， I'm not sure what you mean about all the other stuff ，"I said（though I had very little doubt）。 "But going together doesn'tmean you have to get married…… you're way ， way to young for that now."I paused， and said ， "besides ， you have tons of friends and you don'thave to get 'too' involved with anyone， and there are a lot of peopleyou haven't even met yet."

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