Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01 - Sex Stories

Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01

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It was on one of those occasions when we were doing the dishes Mom said, "So Travis. How is getting a girlfriend going?"

I knew I better play it cool and not pull a stupid stunt like before and lie, "Oh. Okay, I guess."

"What do you mean by okay?"

I pushed the lie further and said, "I asked two girls, but they didn't seem interested in me."

"Hard to believe that, Travis. I mean, you're a handsome man."

Man? She called me a man!

This was the first time my mother had ever referred to me as a man, and it raised my hopes.

I thought hard before speaking. Realizing this was a very critical moment, and said, "Thanks, Mom. But I'm not sure the other girls think l am. Most of the guys my age are way more experienced in... Well, you know, and I think the girls know it. So they don't want to waste their time with me."

"Hogwash! That's foolish to say!" Mom fired back. "They'd be lucky to have such a sweet and caring person as yourself. If they can't see that, then they weren't worth your time."

She then followed with, "As for having experience. I wouldn't worry about that. To tell you the truth, I bet most girls would find it kind of hot to know they were the first to teach you."

My dick hardened when she said that.

Did my mother admit she thinks it's hot for me to be inexperienced?

I fought the urge to push her on the issue and said, "I wish I knew a little more than I do. I hear my friends always discussing how great it is and ...

... everything."

Mom paused. Holding the washed glass in her hand, she replied, "I'm sure the right girl will come along and make it worth your wait."

"Thanks, Mom," I said as she handed the glass over to dry.

"For what?"

"For taking the time to listen to me. You do not understand how happy it makes me feel knowing we can talk like this."

Mom smiled, kissed my forehead, and said, "I am too."

I couldn't help but hug her. Not a quick nice to meet you hug but an authentic deep embracing I fucking love you hug.

I felt surprised when Mom hugged me back with the same enthusiasm. Like lovers, we stood embraced as I relished her breast smashing into my chest. So hard I could feel her heart beating.

Mom inched away, and I looked into her eyes and softly said, "I love you, Mom."

Mom smiled again before saying those words back to me.

The air felt distinct as we stood looking at each other. I wanted to pull her close and kiss her passionately, but fought the urge to do so. No fucking way did I want to fuck this up again? So, with what strength I had, I started to walk away.

That moment we shared stayed with me for the rest of the day and into the night.

And as I lay awake on my bed, I contemplated how I could tell her how she made me feel. Frustrated with myself, I got out of bed to take a piss.

I paused momentarily as I reached my parents' closed door and thought back to how Mom never said anything. That had to mean something, but I didn't know what it was. ...