tagIncest/TabooComing of Age - 1966

Coming of Age - 1966

bySSW_1050©

Writer's Note: This is based partly on fact and partly in my fevered imagination. It is a first effort story telling of a very shy young man's coming of age experience with a caring mother. The sex is here but it takes a while. I like a long slow teasing build. I feel the nature of erotica is to tease, to arouse, and to titillate. I also have a little different sense of humor, look for it. If you want a quick stroke story look elsewhere; this isn't it. Literate, constructive comments are welcomed. Please vote. That is the only applause we authors get. Enjoy. Legal BS -- all persons engaging in sexual activity are 18 or over.

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Growing up in East Texas in the 1950's and 60's wasn't easy. Dad died in a traffic accident when I was ten. That left Mom and me. She was a Licensed Vocational Nurse, working shift work at the hospital in town. Her pay was low since she wasn't a Registered Nurse. Dad's insurance barely paid off the house and covered his funeral expenses. Mom had to be very careful with her money to provide for our needs. She was able to meet the bills, but had very little left over.

Mom married Dad when she was seventeen. I was born when she was eighteen. Her work kept her active, which enabled her to maintain a trim figure. She was a small lady, 5'-2" weighing 100 pounds soaking wet. She had dark auburn hair and a light complexion thanks to her Irish heritage.

I was small for my age, topping out at 5'-7" and weighing 145 pounds. I took after Dad, having a medium complexion, brown hair, and hazel eyes, but fell short of his 5'-10" height. Doing construction work later made me very strong for my size.

Since it was just Mom and I at home, I learned early about doing laundry, cooking, housekeeping, and yard work. During the summers I mowed yards to help with expenses.

Our home was a rather small two-bedroom frame house with one bath. Mom and Dad bought two half-acre adjoining lots and built the house on one of them. The house was utilitarian, with just the basics. We only had a tub with no shower. The toilet was beside the tub, between it and the lavatory. The kitchen and dining area were common and also contained the laundry area.

***

The summer I turned sixteen I was able to get my driver's license. This was a big help because I worked for an uncle building houses. He trained me to be a finish carpenter and cabinetmaker. The paychecks were a real help with the household expenses. I was able to start buying tools and begin saving for a used truck.

Because of working as much as possible it took me an extra year to graduate high school. My working also kept me from attending the school social functions. Interactions with my age group were limited to classroom time. Naturally quiet and shy, I became more so.

Mom and I were not able to spend much time together due to both of us working different hours. She didn't push me to date much because our conversations were limited and money was so tight. She would occasionally express concerns but I was always able to dodge the issue claiming work. I was so introverted I was unable to carry on a normal conversation with a girl. I was actually afraid to try for fear of looking like an idiot.

Until the summer I turned seventeen, Mom worked evenings or nights because of the shift differential. That summer she changed jobs for a full time day position with weekends off because our financial situation had improved. This gave us more time together.

After she began working the day shift we were able to spend evenings and weekends together. We would try to eat out at a local cafe once per month. We also spent many evenings talking. Most of the conversations were about our jobs and planning small projects like fencing the back yard or painting a room in the house.

***

I turned eighteen about two weeks before of the end of my junior year. The following summer was good for both of us. I'd saved enough to buy a used ¾ ton crew cab truck from my uncle, Mom made the final payment on her car, and I found a small house to tear down for salvage. I was able to build a laundry room addition on the house and a 24' by 36' shop on the adjoining lot Mom owned. Several people had approached me about building cabinets and bookshelves. Having the shop gave me a place to work out of the weather. The additional income also allowed me to insulate our home and install central air conditioning in addition to installing a shower and tile tub surround in the bathroom. That sure made the summers more bearable. We always said the humidity at least equaled the temperature during the summers in East Texas.

Mom worked with me in the shop occasionally on Saturdays applying stains and finishes to completed projects. The additional income really helped our lifestyle. We were able to go out more often, occasionally take in a movie, and finally begin to save some money. Our talks continued when we would work together. She even began to joke around to try and lighten the tension that would develop from her asking about any girls I knew or dating during some of our conversations

Living as we did, we'd see each other in our underwear. It was not uncommon for one of us to parade through the house from the bathroom to laundry area in our skivvies. Mom always wore utilitarian undergarments, choosing function over style. Occasionally I would see Mom topless briefly, but it was always from a distance, usually across her bedroom.

I knew Mom had B cup breasts from doing our laundry. I could also tell she had a full bush because I could see the shadow of pubic hair through the white cotton panties she always wore. A well-rounded ass was visible from the back. Full, total, live, in living color, frontal nudity was something I had not yet experienced other than looking at magazines the guys would have in their trucks at the jobsites.

Since we were together in the evenings sharing the bathroom became more of a problem. One of us would be bathing and the other would have to answer nature's call. As a result, I hung a rod and installed a shower curtain to provide some semblance of privacy. The problem was that the only shower curtains available at the time were a heavy translucent vinyl material. An opaque curtain was out of the question because the bath light was wall mounted over the lavatory sink. The small window was located in the wall behind the toilet.

This led to some food for jerk-off sessions because I could "see" mom through the curtain when she was bathing. Nothing was clearly visible but the hints were there. I have since learned that hints can be much more erotic than full blown in your face nudity. I am sure Mom got the same hints when I was in the tub. The glimpses through the shower curtain were enough to keep interest up.

About a month after I turned eighteen, Mom started to ask about my dating or lack of. She was the only lady, other than my paternal grandmother; I was able to carry on a conversation with. As our talks progressed she quickly discovered just how introverted I was. It was embarrassing for me to admit that I was scared of girls and didn't know how to talk to them. Anyone not a natural extrovert has probably suffered embarrassment by doing something stupid or has been the butt of embarrassing pranks. Adding shyness really compounded the problem.

Mom was concerned about my shyness and began to try to help me resolve the issue. We began to role-play at home in the evenings. It was embarrassing for me at first until I really realized Mom was a very attractive lady that looked about ten years younger than her age of 36. She looked even younger when carefully made-up. She was also working with me to overcome my reluctance about touching. As part of the role-play she had us holding hands and hugging. I was beginning to enjoy these sessions.

During these sessions the subject of sex came up. It was a very embarrassing discussion. Mom's pointed questioning revealed I had a normal sex drive and was masturbating regularly to keep the libido under control. Nothing was said, but I could tell Mom was also masturbating also because I would hear her at night after we had gone to bed. It took a while but I eventually figured out what the stifled moans meant.

After the talks and role-play began, Mom became touchy-feely on my torso, face, and neck. This also was somewhat embarrassing at first until I realized she missed the close intimate relationship she'd had with Dad. It didn't take long before the subject of intimate relations came up. During the talks I had to admit that all I knew was what I'd overheard on the construction sites and at school. My knowledge was abysmal.

Mom finally decided to force the issue. "You need to learn how to date and court a young lady," she said. "I know we live in a small town where everyone knows everybody but it is only 35 miles to Longview, where no one knows us. I'll be your date and coach you on behavior and small talk."

"But Mom, are you sure this'll work?" I asked. "I'm still worried about acting or doing something stupid."

"Why don't we plan to have a dinner and movie night on Saturday?" she asked. "There is a new John Wayne western showing at the Twin Pines drive-in and we can eat at El Chico before going to the movie."

She knew full well I was a sucker for Mexican food and a western movie. She enjoyed them as much as I did.

"Since this is going to be a date night let's do it right," she said. "You get your truck cleaned up Saturday morning. After you clean up and dress leave for a while to allow me to finish getting ready. Come back home, knock on the door, and I'll join you. We'll go to the restaurant and then the movie. It'll be fun."

"Well, if you're sure this is the thing to do I'm game," I told her. "Maybe this'll help me overcome some of the shyness in public." I figured that at this point anything would help.

Saturday morning found me washing my truck and cleaning the interior, which meant a trip to the local carwash to use the vacuum and a stop for gas. After filling the tank I returned home.

Mom was wearing her usual weekend attire of shorts and a tank top. Unusually this tank top was quite snug and really emphasized her breasts. The neckline was low enough to show some cleavage. My usual dress down attire was cut off jeans and a tee shirt, the rattier the better.

I hit the bathroom to take care of the three S's. While I was standing at the sink shaving Mom came in, lowered her shorts and panties, and sat on the toilet to pee. This was the first time she'd ever bared herself below the waist in front of me. Needless to say getting the brief glimpse of her pussy and auburn bush, and hearing her stream splashing in the toilet, brought my cock to full attention. Since I was in my jockeys it was obvious what happened. It was like I'd stuffed a corncob in my shorts. Mom looked over and began to giggle quietly, knowing full well what she'd done.

After she finished peeing she spread her legs to wipe, giving me another full beaver shot. The extended view caused my cock to get even harder. Mom looked at me asking "You havin' a problem? I decided that if you've seen one before it's nothing new, if not, it's high time you did." There was a high risk of me cutting my throat while shaving. After finishing, she again stood, pulled up her panties and shorts, and kissed the back of my neck while leaving.

Her actions had me bumfuzzled. This was the first time she had been this blatant. It took all my concentration to finish shaving without some serious nicks. The old Gillette double edge sure got a workout.

I went into my room to dress. Mom had laid out a new bright blue western shirt, new blue jeans, and a new pair of boots for me. I stuck my head out the door asking, "Where'd the clothes come from?" Mom replied, "I felt like you needed something new so I bought 'em for you. Consider it a belated birthday gift. I can never repay you for the way you've stepped up and helped out since your dad died. We're doing so much better now I feel you've earned it."

After dressing I went to the living room where Mom was. She told me, "We need to set some ground rules. Since I'm your date tonight I'm not Mom. Call me by my given name, Patsy or Pat. You also have to talk to the staff at the restaurant. You'll have to place the order and answer any questions. This will force you to communicate with people you don't know. I know how reluctant you are to speak to strangers. You can talk. You do to me and the people you work with. Learn to do it in public."

"Yes Ma'am," I replied. "You're forcing me out of my comfort zone, but I understand why. It won't be easy, but I'll try."

"Depending on how successful you are there may be some rewards for good behavior," Mom said. "You got a reward in the bathroom earlier."

That statement got my attention. "What types of rewards are you talking about?" I asked.

"You'll have to wait and see," she replied, smiling. "Now, you clear out and come back in about forty-five minutes. That'll give me time to finish getting ready. Take the cooler, ice it down, and get some drinks. See you later, Hon."

I got into my truck and drove away. My mind was still whirling around the rewards statement. Could she be talking about what I was thinking about? I still hadn't fully recovered from the beaver shot.

***

Returning home from my errand forty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway behind Mom's car. I got out of the truck and went to the front door. Knocking as she'd requested got a "Just a minute" reply.

The door opened and took my breath away. There was Mom wearing a white silk sleeveless blouse that buttoned down the front. She also had on a knee length pleated skirt that was a perfect color match to my shirt. She was wearing suntan colored hose and 2" black heels. Her shoulder length hair was lightly curled under on the end. She'd applied full makeup including a bluish green eye shadow that was a perfect match for her green eyes. A very light blush and red lipstick were the finishing touches. She had a small gold chain around her neck and a gold bangle bracelet to complete the ensemble. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

"Good evening lovely lady," were the first words from my mouth. "Your chariot awaits." I know, the dialogue sounded like a cheesy romance novel, but I was almost struck dumb.

"Let me get my purse," she said, picking up a small black clutch from the chair arm by the door. Turning on the porch light, she closed and locked the door. She took my arm as I escorted her to the truck. Opening the passenger door I assisted her into the seat. Lifting her leg gave me a brief view up her skirt where I could see the tops of her stockings. It was not quite enough to see her crotch though.

Since the mid 1960's were pre seatbelt laws, mom scooted over in the seat to sit beside me. She was close enough that her thigh was pressed against mine. Her skirt pulled up to just below her stocking tops. Thank goodness for bench seats and automatic transmissions. I was able to place my arm across the seatback above her shoulders while I drove.

We made small talk during the drive to the restaurant. She was behaving differently tonight. She seemed to be more affectionate and outgoing. She was also coaching me on etiquette in a slightly upscale restaurant. All I had been to before were fast food and the local cafe with booth or counter seating.

Parking at the restaurant I went around and opened the door to help her out. Sliding across the seat pushed her skirt up allowing a glimpse of white lace on her panties. This forced an emergency reset to adjust my swelling cock. Mom again began to giggle. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Sorry for being so "hard" on you," she said. "No you're not," I replied. "You enjoy giving me a "hard" time." This brought another giggle.

"Remember, I'm Patsy or Pat tonight. Perfection means greater rewards," she said.

"Here you go with the rewards again," I told here.

Following her coaching I approached the hostess station in the restaurant. I told the hostess we needed a table for two in a secluded area if possible. We were very shortly escorted to a semi-hidden table in a corner. I had my arm around Patsy's waist as we followed the hostess. I noticed that she drew admiring glances from some of the men there. After reaching the table I pulled out the chair out for her, allowing her to be seated. I took my seat as the hostess told us our waitress would be with us shortly.

Mom's previous coaching and the potential for "rewards" allowed me to be able to talk with the waitress and place our orders. This earned a big smile and wink from Mom. It did wonders for my confidence. "You are doing a great job," she told me. "Keep it up for a reward later," she giggled.

"Here we go again," I told her. "I hear a lot of promises."

"You'll like the rewards," she replied. "They might be like the reward at home this afternoon. Just keep up the excellent work like you have so far. Don't forget, we still have the movie later."

We continued to talk and lightly tease each other through dinner. When we were finished with the meal I assisted her from her chair and again held her by the waist as we left the restaurant. Once outside she said, "I am impressed with how well you talked while eating and how you treated me. That is the way a girl likes to be treated. That deserves a reward." She placed her arms around my neck, pressed her body against me, and delivered a full on lip lock kiss with a hint of tongue. Feeling her breasts against my chest combined with the kiss was again causing a problem in my jeans.

Arriving at the truck I unlocked and opened her door. After helping her into the seat she turned toward me, raised, and spread her knees slightly allowing me to see her lace trimmed sheer panties. This did nothing to help with the problem I was already having. Patsy again giggled before turning in the seat to face forward.

It was only a short drive to the drive-in theatre. After paying at the gate she told me, "Find a spot away from everyone else on one of the back rows." Having listened to guys on the jobs talk I had an idea why. I jokingly asked, "What are you planning to do, sneak out?" Her reply was, "You'll find out. When you get parked get the cooler because I want a coke."

We slowly drove to the back row of the parking area where we found plenty of spaces available. Mom said, "Park away from the others and stop the truck so we can see from the back seat. There's more room back there and I can sit closer to you."

After getting the truck positioned Mom said, "Let's go to the concession, I need a restroom. We also might want some popcorn."

We walked to the concession with my arm around her shoulder. She kept her side pressed against me the entire way. The side of her left breast was rubbing against my side. Separating, she went into the Ladies while I took care of business in the Gents. Meeting again, we went into the concession and bought popcorn before going back to the truck. While in there she again drew looks from some of the guys. Going back to the truck we heard a couple of wolf whistles. These made her giggle and softly say, "Guess I've still got it." I told her, "You've always had it."

At the truck we got into the back seat. It did have more room than the front because of no steering wheel. Mom slid over close to me and put my arm around her shoulder. She said, "I really like the way you are opening up and talking to people now. Since you are so shy I know it's a hard thing for you to do. Keep working on it."

I told her, "It has always been hard to do. You know that I was always picked last for school sports because of my size. The other kids were always quick to laugh and make fun of those of us that were small or clumsy. I hated the humiliation so decided to not participate."

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