The onset of puberty led me to a beautiful experience with my mom’s boyfriend, my first crush
I wanted to deviate from the series of stories I have been working on to share my first time experience. Have read some of the confessions and thought that I would share mine.
I was raised by a single mother who was a stripper. She is a gorgeous woman who had me when she was 16 and was kicked out of her house by my grandparents who inhave never met. I never really understood much about her job until I turned 11 and started puberty I started to have the typical hormones kick in and started to ask her more about her job. She was always open with me, so she sat down with me and explained it to me, and asked i wild understand better if I saw her do it. I said yes and she went and changed into a skimpy little outfit that barely covered her breasts and her pussy. She turned on some music and I watched the private dance she put on for me. I had never seen my mom naked but on that day, when insaw the tiny outfit cone off and hownshe moved and touched her body, she became a goddess to me and I felt my panties dampen
Over the years mom had also had a lot of men come through the house we lived in, some were just once, some were a couple of times. Mom always just called them her special friends. I didn’t think much of them until I was 12 and she got her first real boyfriend that I can remember. His name was Matt and the moment that I saw him, I had a crush on him. A full blown, butterflies in the stomach, heart racing crush. Mom was 28 and Matt was 21. Mom could see on my expressions and how I looked at him and acted around him that I was into him. My breasts were just an A cup and my curves hadn’t started developing much, so I was nothing compared to mom’s figure.
Mom sat me down and told me she knew that I had a crush on Matt and that it was okay, it was natural. That is when she gave me the sex talk, she was very detailed about it, how things would feel, what things I would do, even bringing out a dildo and showing me how girls sucked on guys cocks. She told me that she knew I would have sex when I was ready and when my heart told me to go for it to let it happen. She also told me her philosophy that age is just a number when it came to love and sex, that the heart wants what the heart wants. My heart wanted Matt
Matt moved in with us a couple of months later and he was so amazing to me, he didn’t ignore me like all of mom’s previous special friends. He would help me with homework, take me out to movies and to do things fun while mom worked. It was at one of the movies that I went to put my arm in the armrest and my hand touched his. That touch was electric and I instinctively tried to hold his hand, which he let me do, that sent excitement through me, I was holding the hand of my crush. That night I had my first sex dream about Matt and woke up to my panties soaked
Matt and I seemed to be alone pretty much every night while mom was at work. He would cook dinner and after eating we would sit on the couch side by side to watch TV. One night we were watching a movie and I leaned into him. He put his arms over my shoulders and I felt so comfortable. As we watched the movie, I felt his hand start to caress my arm. I let out a soft sigh of contentment. Then I felt his hand leave my arm and brush against my breats outside of my shirt, then it rested on my breast. I looked at his hand, I was being touched by a man and I liked it
I felt his other hand reach down and start to caress my belly outside of my shirt, then his hand slipped under my shirt and started to rub my belly, his hand on my skin felt so magical, he was so gentle with his touch. He started to move that hand up my belly until he got to my bra. I looked up at him and he looked at me. He said the words “I love you” and I said “I love you too”. That was when he gave me my first kiss and my first French kiss. It was soft and beautiful, the feeling of another person’s tongue rubbing against mine was intoxicating. The kiss kept going and I felt him lift the cups of my bra off of my breasts, and he started to caress them
“Can we go somewhere more comfy?” I asked
“Yes, where?”
“My room”
“Promise you won’t tell your mom”
“I promise”
We got up from the couch and geld hands as I led him to my room. We got on my bed and the kissing resumed. I knew for sure that I wanted sex and I wanted it with Matt. When my clothes came off, I didn’t feel awkward, I felt so at ease, happier than I had ever felt. Seeing Matt’s clothes come off, I can still see how good he looked. I can remember how good his skin felt on mine as we embraced and kissed, me in my panties and him in his underwear. It’s he kissed my neck, I whispered that I wanted to see his dick. He kept kissing my neck as he took his underwear off and his dick looked so good, wasn’t huge but wasn’t small, and it was thick. He asked if he could see mine, so I slid my panties off and he told me it was beautiful.
I laid there, filled with excitement, filled with love. His kisses moved to my breasts, then slowly down to my pussy. He gave me my first oral sex and from the instant his tongue started licking my pussy, i knew this was the night. I moaned happily, told him how good it felt, told him I loved him over and over. Then, I blurted out that I wanted him to make love to me. He stopped and looked up at me from between my thighs. He asked if i was sure, I smiled and nodded. He asked if I would tell my mom, I shook my head no. He slid back up and was laying on me, I loved how his body weight felt on me, his hard cock was resting along my pussy lips. He asked if I was really sure. I said yes again and we started to kiss, a slow, romantic French kiss. His hand moved down, adjusted himself so the tip of his cock was ready to enter me. I was slightly nervous, mom had said it would hurt a lot.
Matt started to push against me, I was so tight that it took a few attempts before the head entered me. Yes, it was a little uncomfortable, there was a little pain, but he was so gentle, pausing each time he inched further. I was so lost in my last and love for him that it masked most of the pain. He inched further in, reached my hymen and he stopped and asked me if inwas sure I was ready. I said I was and we locked in a passionate kiss. Them he popped my cherry, which hurt a little more but I didn’t care. Matt inched further in until he was fully inside me. There was another long pause to let me adjust to his size, feeling a man’s cock in me was so exciting. He started to slowly make love to me, then gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. I was loving every second of this. I reached orgasm quickly. Matt kept making love to me, and just before he came, he pulled out and shot it onto my belly.
We laid there kissing until he said I should get some sleep. He got up and got dressed. When I got up to get a towel to wipe his cum off with and put on a night shirt, I saw the puddle of blood and juices as mom had said I would see. I remember stripping the bed ans hiding the sheets in the corner of my closet. I was still beaming from having sex for the first time with a man I loved. Matt was around for a few more months and we had sex pretty regularly. Then one day mom said they had broken up, when I asked why, she went to her room and brought out the stained sheets that I had forgotten about. She wasn’t mad, we talked in depth about it, she said it was natural that I would want to have sex with Matt because of his looks and his personality, but that we couldn’t both sleep with the same man
It will always be a few months I will remember fondly and I still wonder where Matt is now and what he is doing