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This is the way I learned something of what I wanted to know. Back before internet porn, before Viagra, before Victoria’s Secret with those near naked mannequins in the windows, before Fredericks of Hollywood, before the birth control pill, before the centerfolds in Playboy and Hustler, before the staid soap operas on radio that became the torrid orgies they present on TV today, long before sex education in school, I mean way, way back in time.At age 16, I was a very shy and reclusive boy in school. I was over 6 foot tall and skinny. I was no good at sports, but a good schooler. I would almost stutter if a girl would talk to me. Mostly, they would just ignore me. I did love to watch the girls at school as they walked down the hall. I could see and watch their pretty legs, and their hips as would sway seductively as they moved. Back in those days, girls never wore pants or shorts like they do today, they wore dresses. The necklines were high and showed no hint of any cleavage above what were called bosoms back then.I would try to be within ear shot of some of the older boys when they talked about the sex they were having. They would talk about their dates with the girls that were called ’loose’ back then. They would laugh as they mentioned those girls that would suck a guy’s cock. They would then elbow each istanbul travesti other in glee over an ‘alleged’ make out. There might even be the mention of a girl’s name that one of that one guy claimed that he had fucked. At home, it was Sears, Roebuck and Montgomery Ward catalogs that perked this young teenage boy’s interest into what the female form might look like under the dresses. I know, for I was that boy.But the pictures in the catalogs really did not tell the real story. Pictures of women wearing girdles, corsets, garter belts and such would hide the bottom half of a torso and of women wearing braziers that covered half of the upper half. Those pictures did not show anywhere near what could possibly be underneath. The real desire to know how a naked woman would look like was what I had to contend with as I jacked off my hard erection until I had a cum.My ma worked six days a week in a beauty shop from 9 am to 6 pm. She would be tired from standing on her feet all day.There would be times when she came home, kicked off her shoes, reached up under her dress and unhooked her hose from what I knew to be a garter belt. I would watch intently as she would roll a stocking down, one at a time, and take it off. I liked looking at her beautiful shapely legs.I would then istanbul travestileri be asked to rub her tired feet and calves to relieve the ache and tension. She would always stop me if my hands would stray slightly above her knees and under the hem of her dress.Then came the Saturday, that was the day of my sixteenth birthday. It was two o’clock in the afternoon. I knew that ma wouldn’t be home until six. I had stripped naked and stretched out on my bed. I was jacking off my erect, over seven inch cock as I looked at the pictures in the catalog.I was startled when ma’s voice said, “Well, what have we here? Your birthday and you are celebrating by pleasuring yourself all alone!” She was standing right beside my bed. I was trying to cover myself with both hands.She leaned over me. “Let me see what you are looking at. Is that the only thing you have to look at while you jack off your cock?” She pulled my right hand away. “No you don’t, let me see what you have there that you want to hide!”She gasped as she saw my cock and balls. It was for the first time since I had been in diapers. “I had not realized that you are no longer a boy. With a cock like that, you are a man!”She was licking her lips, there was a gleam in her eyes that I had never seen before. “I guess that travesti istanbul now is the time to not let that big beautiful cock go to waste!” She jacked me off a few strokes.She stopped and then started undressing. “Let me show you what a naked woman really looks like!”I ogled her body as each piece of feminine apparel was removed and discarded on the floor. Soon, she stood in all her beautiful nakedness. Her 35 year old 5 foot five inch body that was still slim, firm and in fine shape.She had small tits with very little sag to them, dark areolas and small hardened nipples. But my eyes were quickly looking at the object of all my youthful lustful desires. There was a patch of dark brown pubic hair above the thick and wetly gleaming labia of her pussy. Ma knew that I hadn’t dated any girls. “Honey, Have you ever fucked a girl?” My ma had always called me “Honey.”“No, ma, I have never even seen one naked before, you are the first one! You are so beautiful ma!”“My pa fucked me the first time when I was your age. His cock ate my cherry and took my virginity. Now I get the privilege to receive my own son’s virginity. Of all the cocks that have fucked me, none was ever virgin. I am so happy that yours will be my first!”I had heard guys say that I was expected to get on top of her, stick my cock inside her pussy and hump my cock until I enjoyed pumping my cum up inside her and then get off.There had never been any talk of a woman enjoying sex and having her own cum. She was only there just to service the male.She got on the bed with me, she reached and grasped my engorged and fully erect cock in her hand.