Mom showed me her tits

From the moment I returned home, my life veered onto a bizarre course. At the time, she was nearing age forty, and was starting to gain the extra pounds and gray hairs that most women do when leaving their youth, but at 5 feet, 7 inches, she still had an enticing, voluptuous figure. Summer camp that year was, of course, fun and, for the first time, not incredibly forgettable. For a long period of time, that was the only display I had the fortune to witness. During the final week of camp, I had a face-to-face bout with the elusive Wild Pussy. Shortly before my departure for summer camp, her regular exposures had escalated into little staged shows.

Fumbling down the hallway in shock, I sequestered myself in my bedroom to wank yet again. Mom didn't change her demeanor, and I assumed her little masturbatory interlude was not for my benefit. Most of the time, I had to retreat in a spray of derisive snarls and laughter, but by the final weeks, I managed to cop a few feels of moist, virgin pussy. Summer, brought my birthday, a trip to summer camp, and a slight scare for the family. The fresh information flooding my brain made me dizzy. One night, we snuck away into the darkness to "smoke a doobie", as she called it.

She looked at me through slitty eyes and asked, "Do ya wanna fuck? One day, it dawned on me that my mother had already become what the girls at school were only starting to be; a fully grown, fully developed woman. The fresh information flooding my brain made me dizzy. I would always look, curious to discover the mysteries of her body. Gaping in amazement, I marveled at all of the different shapes and sizes, all of them beautiful.