A Little Moment of Compassion - Sex Stories

A Little Moment of Compassion

-- ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ YEARS OLD --

Alice dumped me.

I couldn't believe it. I loved her, and she had expressed her wish to share a moment of passion on my 18th birthday, to go all the way. And I just... couldn't. I slammed the door shut hard. Mom was home already, and her large dark worrying eyes followed me as I rushed through the kitchen.

She grabbed my shoulder before I could disappear. "What's wrong, honey?" she asked, sensitive to my feelings as always. I turned to look at her; she had big eyes, as I already mentioned, and long, flowing auburn hair which curled a bit at the ends.

I broke free of her grip, lying: "Nothing" and hastied upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed feeling gloomy, burying my face in my hands. I didn't notice mom had followed me until she sat beside me.

"You can tell me, you know that" she said, holding my hand.

"No I can't" I insisted, looking away.

"Girl trouble, is it?" She could see straight through me, as usual. I sighed. "Hey, I'm a girl, I can help if you tell me."

I looked at mom. "No you're not, you're my mother... What could you do...? Alice wanted... I couldn't... I mean..."

Mom understood: "Oh, first time. And you had problems?"

"I screwed everything up from the beginning, and then in the end it just didn't...work."

Mother's large eyes radiated with loving warmth, and she said: "Hmm? So do you want my help?"

"What could you do, mom? I mean I've had sex ed, you know, I don't ...

... think you could tell me much new."

"Can you open a bra?" she asked, smiling.

I felt awkward unsurprisingly. "Well, u-uh. Not really, I mean, that was one of the problems and..." I drew a deep breath in surprise as my mother pulled her loose wool sweater over her head. "M-mom? What?"

She hugged me, pressing close, feeling soft and warm. "Practice" she softly whispered into my ear. "Calm down, don't worry" she continued, feeling my heart pound rapidly. "Hush, I won't hurt you, I'm your mother... Just reach behind my back and find the clasp."

I did, biting my lip. "Mom... This feels wrong" I said.

"It isn't. Now, try how it opens" I fumbled for a while until I got it, and the clasp snapped open. I hastily tried to grab my mother's bra so it wouldn't fall away."Let it go," she said. I didn't. She turned to look at me piercingly with her deep dark eyes and said: "Honey, let it go" and I did. My mother's breasts proved to be large but firmly shaped, and beautifully round with large aureolas and nipples.

"You can touch them" she said, and took my hands seeing I was unable to move them, placing them onto her breasts. They felt heavy. "Soft?" she asked "Feel nice?"

"U-uh-huh" I agreed sheepishly, looking at my semi-nude mother with a new kind of gaze. She still just smiled in the same warm, motherly way of caring, though. It was comforting. She pulled my shirt off as well, and I did not resist, and then her own jeans. She had thin white panties on, but I tried to ...