In my eighteen years, I was a shy teenager with only just formed breasts. I had short, white hair and a wary look in my green eyes. I hadn’t played with dolls for a long time, so I spent my free time reading books. Already from that time I realized that there was something wrong with me. At school, my classmates at recess were always discussing guys. I was not interested in all this, and therefore at breaks I could often be found at the classroom, reading another book. Because of my unsociability I talked mostly with my mom. She was 35 years old. She is a short, slender young woman with long dark hair. She works in a jewelry store 2/2. She is very tired, but always finds time to be with me. I love my mother very much, but recently I realized that it’s not just love….. I started fantasizing about my relationship with my mom all the time. Kissing, going to the bathroom together. That’s when I realized the beauty of masturbation. But it wasn’t enough. I tried to peek when Mom was showering, but with no success. It drove me crazy. I couldn’t tell anyone about my feelings, so I kept quiet. I was ashamed of such thoughts, but I couldn’t get them out of my head. One evening my mother, very tired, came home from work and went straight to the bathroom. I sat in the chair and read a book (I don’t remember what). “I wish I could be there now, in the shower,” I thought. The sound of water stopped and in a minute my mom came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. But she did not go to the kitchen, but lay down on the sofa. I made tea and took it to my mom. But she was asleep! “Mom, Mom,” I called out, but Mom kept sleeping. I put the tea on the floor, near the couch and, about to leave, I looked at my mom’s legs. Without stockings, they were gorgeous. So smooth, so smooth. I hesitantly approached and put my hand on my mom’s thigh. It was hot and soft. My heart was racing. Without realizing what I was doing, I pulled back the edge of the robe over her breasts and I saw a neat little breast with a bright pink nipple. My heart pounded harder and harder, I felt dizzy and wet between my legs. I slipped my hand into my pantyhose and started massaging my pussy with my fingers. I felt really hot and good. I acted more and more confident. I threw a glance at my mom’s face and everything shivered inside. Mom’s eyes were looking at me. Mom’s surprised eyes. The blood rushed to my cheeks and I ran out of the room, plopped down on the bed and covered my face with my hands. I had no idea what would happen to me now or what I would say to my mom. The horror of the situation was driving me crazy. I heard footsteps. Mom came quietly into the room. She headed towards me and stopped behind my back. I couldn’t turn around. I still covered my face with my hands and didn’t move. An unexplained noise caught my attention and I furtively looked at the floor. My mom’s robe was lying there. I looked up. My mom was standing in front of me naked and smiling softly. Her breasts were staring me right in the face. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Then I felt my mom’s hand push my head forward. She’s letting me! I looked at my mom, who smiled and nodded. And I greedily ran my lips over my mom’s breasts. I licked it, played with the nipple with my tongue. I didn’t believe it could be true. But it was. And the breasts were real. So soft and hot. I just couldn’t tear myself away from it. I started massaging the other breast with my hand. And mom loved it! Continued to follow….