She was so nice and encouraging. Afterwards I could only caress my mother’s hips and belly as we were hugging each other, sharing loving gazes and little kisses. It had taken many comforting speeches and plenty of holding hands until I was ready to see mom naked, but tonight I had finally looked my mother in the eyes and said that yes, I really wanted her to be my first. Her hands were now resting on my thighs and I felt her naked breasts against my legs as she moved. Mom lightly kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear: “Sleep well, darling. Soon we were holding hands and looking each other in the eyes. My eyes had widened and I had immediately become tense. Then, eventually, when we had been talking again, she had looked me in the eyes and asked, holding my hand in hers: “Is tonight going to be the night?”
“Yes, mom, tonight,” I had said, trying to sound confident and not at all nervous.
