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Gentle Beginning

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: GentleBreeze Posted on: 19 May 2003 1 comments
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I was about 13, I guess.No-one was home. We lived in the country, so it was quiet. Dad wasn't around because he drove a truck, and my sister was at work. I don't know where Mom was. Shopping, I guess. I didn't have to start chores for a couple of hours, so I was just messing around.I'd taken off my school clothes and was wandering around in my shorts. I don't remember why I went to my sister's room, but I did. I poked around in her dresser and opened the drawer with her underclothes. They were so pretty. I touched her panties. They were soft and silky. They felt so good, I picked them up and sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing them against my cheek. They felt wonderful. After a few minutes, I slid my shorts down and touched my peter with them. They were soooo smooth."Soft, aren't they?"It was my mother. She was standing in the doorway, watching me. I didn't know what to do. I felt terrible. I couldn't move. I started to cry. I just sat there and cried.Mom came over and sat down next to me. She put her arm around me and pulled me over. I could hear her saying "It's OK, Bobby, it's OK", but I couldn't stop crying. After a couple of minutes, she took the panties out of my hand and used them to dry my face. I buried my head in her shoulder. She hugged me and told me I was a good boy and she loved me. She held me a little while, and then I felt her put the panties on my peter again, and kind of cuddle it. She was so gentle. Her hands were so soft. I could feel my peter get hard. As it did, Mom used the panties to stroke it. All of a sudden I came. I couldn't help it, it just happened. I started to cry again, and Mom put her arms around me and held me and hummed softly, "You're a good boy, Bobby. You're a good boy".When I finally stopped crying, she held me a little longer, then she said, "You'd better get dressed." I ran to my room and fell on my bed and started crying again.I don't know how long I laid there, but after a while, I heard my mother crying. It wasn't loud, it was more like moaning. I felt so bad. I jumped up and ran to her room. She was laying on the bed, and I could see she was crying by the way her face was all twisted. I ran to her, screaming, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. I promise. I'll be good, Mommy. Please don't cry. Please, Mommy. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."Mom laid very still. She had her eyes closed, and I stood next to her. I told her again, "I'm sorry. I'll never do it again, Mommy, I promise." She didn't say anything, she just reached out and pulled my head down against her shoulder. She held me quietly like that for a minute, then she said, "It's OK, Bobby. It's OK, honey. It's not you. You're a good boy, and I love you very much. It's OK, honey. It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's Ok." Then, all of a sudden, she crushed me with her arm, and whispered, "It's OK, Bobby, it's OK, it's OK, it's OKaaaaaaaay".After that, she didn't say anything for a few minutes. She just lay there, holding me. Then, she said, "It's alright, Bobby. I wasn't crying, I was just doing what you were doing". I didn't know what she meant, but I was afraid to ask, so I just lay there. It was very quiet, and very warm and soft against her.I guess I fell asleep, because I suddenly realized that Mom wasn't there anymore. I got up. She was in the kitchen, working. I went to my room and got ready for chores. When I started out to the barn, Mother put her arm around me for a moment, and said, "You're a good boy, Bobby."