I found myself staring at my mother's tits. She still hadn't moved. I fingered the growing tent in my pants, trying to push it flat behind the zipper.... When she didn't take notice, I took a good look. I leaned in closer, trying to see through her top. Was that a hint of a dark circle behind her bra? My fingering became a light tapping. The cock in my pants had begun it's death march. I knew I'd have to blow a wad soon, or I'd be in blue ball hell. Mother didn't move a muscle.I touched her arm,. After a week or two, he dropped his guard and tried it. For the first time in many years, he sat down and deliberately tried to think about her, to explore what he felt instead of pushing the thoughts away. Like a tongue cautiously probing a rotten tooth, he tentatively let his mind rest on a few small things that he remembered: Carol sitting close to him in his car. Watching ‘Mission: Impossible’ with her in the basement of her dorm. Meeting her in the Student Union for a Dr. Pepper. Her. He slowly pushed deeper into her as she let out soft sounds of pain. Once he was about two inches deep he began to gently pump in and out. Her warm, wet flesh squeezed his cock tightly as he slid in and out of her. Trying to minimize her discomfort he spent several minutes slowly penetrating deeper. When he was fully inside her he paused, the feeling of her tight, wet pussy intensified by the realization that he was balls deep in a twelve year old virgin. Slowly he started pumping again, gently. .. relieve it."I stood still and watched her for a moment with only slight surprise. She had asked before but I wasn't sure if she really wanted to see.I nodded and crawled back onto the bed, laying beside her. My eyes met hers and my hand began drifting toward my swollen cock. I desperately wanted to ask her if she wanted to touch me but I knew that I had already taken many liberties with a young woman whose trust of me was probably tenuous and who had little experience in sex.With my gaze now.