By the time I was 13 I was completely obsessed with sex and my mom being the only woman in the house, she became the object of my obsession.
I always listened and snooped on my parents having sex. It was awesome and really easy to do. My mom was an alcoholic and almost always was drunk when she’d have sex, and my dad was apparently too lost in the moment, or he knew I was watching and just didn’t care.
By the time I was 12, my dad had left for good and I never saw him again. My older sister moved out when I was 13 and it was just my mom, me and my desire for her.
When she’d go to work, I would always dress up in her clothes. Sometimes I would wear her day to day clothes and just lounge around the house, and sometimes I would wear her lingerie and masturbate. I had a friend who I’ve written about that had a similar thing for his mom and we’d wear our moms clothes and fool around with each other all the time.
As I said, my mom was an alcoholic and would frequently drink herself into a slumber and the older I got, the bolder I got. I vividly remember telling myself I was going to give myself a birthday present for my 14th birthday that involved me doing something bolder than anything I had done before.
My mom would always sleep in nightgowns, which we almost exclusively silk. It was a major reason why I started wearing her clothes when I could. I loved the way the silk felt against my skin. Most of her nightgowns were at least knee length and she never wore a bra with them and sometimes she didn’t even wear panties.
Around my 13th birthday, I began groping her breasts while she was passed out. My mom was a bigger woman, and had 38C breasts. I would always squeeze them and gently pinch her nipples. Occasionally she would have a shorter gown on or the one she would wear would ride up a bit and I could slide my hands up there and play with them. On just a couple of occasions I was fortunate enough to lick them and suck on them.
Now, for my birthday present to myself. I hadn’t gotten bored with her breasts, just wanted something new or more maybe. One night while having my hands all over her breasts, I began to think about her pussy. What did it look like? Did she shave it? What did it taste like? You know, typical questions. The more I thought about it, the more obsessed I became with it.
As my thoughts grew and my obsession strengthened, I finally told myself that I was going to find out the answers to my questions. That, would be my birthday present to myself.
From that point on, when my mom would pass out, I wouldn’t even bother with her breasts. My focus was now solely on her pussy.
After chickening out a few times, I finally worked up the nerve to try something. Mom was her usual passed out in bed and as I snuck into her room I told myself I wasn’t going away empty handed this time, no matter what it costs!
I gently pulled the blankets down to her knees. Fortunately she slept on her back 90% of the time. Her nightgown was midway between her knees and hips. It wasn’t going to be easy as I had hoped but nothing worth doing ever is. I lifted her gown up as far as I could which did expose her panties. I gently grabbed the front of her panties but they slipped out of my fingers grip because my hand was shaking so much. I had to calm down if I was going to pull this off.
I left my mom lying there and retreated to my bedroom and quickly masturbated. Hoping that the thought of getting my rocks off would be more distant in my mind if I just cranked one out.
I quietly crept back into her room. She hadn’t moved a muscle in the 5 minutes I was gone. I took a deep breath and pinched the front of her panties once again. My hand was still shaking nervously but I held on this time. I softly put my other hand inside and instantly had one of my questions answered. She had a bush of hair down there which I found sexy. I’m confident that if she was shaved I’d have felt the same. In fact, if she had monster down there that bit off perverted kids fingers I have still that it was sexy.
Feeling her bush was definitely hot but it wasn’t the end goal. I ever so slightly moved my hand one millimeter at a time. It felt like my hand was in there for an hour when I finally got to where I was going. My hand was perfectly placed on top of her mound!
With a soft push and a tiny wiggle of my middle finger, I broke the barrier! My finger was inside her pussy! I nervously panicked and my breathing was out of control and I told myself I had to consider this a victory and escape while I could but that’s not what I did.
Instead of fleeing the scene, I started wiggling my finger and playing around a bit. I felt her getting wetter but this was the first time I had ever had my finger in a woman’s pussy so I wasn’t completely sure what I was doing.
It felt like and hour but in reality it was probably about 10 seconds of playing around down there before my mom woke up. She sat up a bit, and I yanked my hand from her panties!
“What’re you doing?” She said groggy and confused
“Nothing!… go back to bed… you have work tomorrow.” I said frantically as I left the room.
As I returned to my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and locked it hoping she’d just go back to sleep and forget about it by morning. While I stood there with my back against the door, I brought my finger to my nose and smelled it. I had never smelled pussy before. I loved it! So I put it in my mouth! It was still a bit wet and it tasted amazing! I couldn’t believe how much I loved the taste of pussy!
The next morning my mom was sitting on the couch when I came out for breakfast.
“Did you come in my bedroom last night?” She asked
“No, but I was about to.” I answered with a grin as I entered the kitchen.