Losing my virginity to Marie.

It was always her soft manner as well, always gentle, with such grace, suggested a highly sexual person but more in a role of deep understanding, not just lustful but more cerebral she made no apology for who she was, her boobs were massive and she didn't care if people looked, she got closer, this time invading my personal space

"I'm so sorry she whispered"

Her exposed boob now so close to my body, you can feel the aura radiating off her, not overpowering, just enough to be comforting. Her maternal warmth, her seductive scent, close enough for you to see the soft skin on her breast react to her excitement. The low light making her eyes and lips shine.

"I can tell you're upset." she takes me by the hand, her soft skin, warm but due to the heat from my hand feel much cooler.

My breathing gets higher, I try to smile, and it comes off nervous and she reads it so well.

"Oh, poor boy" she coos. "I would never want to put you in an awkward position".

She pulls me closer and hugs me, her body pressed to mine, I desperately move by groin away to hide my huge erection. It's obvious her words are sincere in their own way, but beneath them the fact she's so readily embracing you betrays her desire to push that boundary. She knows exactly why your hips are pulling from her, but she's self-assured enough to let it happen and trust in the seduction. Her breathing slow and gentle, just like her gesture, and heavy against your chest. All her micro movements and persona makes her more and more attractive, I'm desperate to hide my erection, I feel that she is trying to seduce me but my nerves make me try and hide it, just in case I have mis-read the situation. Her arms round down the side of my body and hold my hips and look me deep in the eye. "You're so nervous" I have a small laugh, I try to speak, my throat so tight and dry I fumble my words badly

"Y....you...your boob is still out" I cough immediately after I force the sentence out, her arms still on my hips she looks down. "Oh yes, it is, what do you think about it?" What?" I splutter,
“What do you think about it? I know you've been looking over the years, now you’ve finally seen it, what do you think?

There's an expression on her face that makes it clear her questions are not traps. She's not beating around a bush or teasing aimlessly. She genuinely wants to know exactly what you think of her naked breast brushing against you. Both her words and the look in her eyes say it. Her breath quickens too, not by much, but enough that you can feel the change in pace behind her body. There is a pause, but she calmly looks into my eye, confirming that the question is not a trap, she genuinely wants to know.

"It's beautiful" I blurt out, she smiles and instantly takes the bra off the other boobs, exposing both at the same time "What about them both?" she enquires, I am momentarily stunned, I had masturbated so many times thinking about her boobs and now I saw them, and the were beautiful. She pushes her chest out almost offering them to me, but I am still too coy. I feel I must be honest with her, "They're beautiful." I whisper.

Her big beautiful eyes almost rival those now bare and naked breasts for attention. She's not just offering them, but by extension herself with them. Luscious lips curled in a small and pouty smile at your answers. Her face lights up, almost like a small flush of excitement under her skin. Perhaps she's fantasized all about this too in her own way. Perhaps she's secretly indulged in worship of a moment she once thought so far off.

But here she is, right before you.

I start to become intoxicated with her and the moment. I feel a wave hit me, I feel compelled to speak, to speak of my desire for her. She seems to know it as she looks me in the eye with such honesty,
"Your breasts are beautiful." It feels so good to say out loud, to confess.
"Thank you." she accepts the complement with perfect grace, not expecting me to complement her nor surprised at it. "Would you like to touch them?”
I quietly answer "yes" almost immediately.
"Go one, feel them" I slowly reach out, my hands trembling and after what feels like forever, touch her breast.
Her gaze remains completely unbroken, just the tiniest of a flutter of her eyelids coinciding with your touch. Goosebumps prickle all over her smooth, glowing skin. Her areola tightens and firms, making the nipple at the centre that much perkier, as if begging for attention. She holds steady and composed, but her breath deepens again, an involuntary gesture that lifts her breast into your touch.
She smiles softly at me, her breasts completely in my hands, my hands once stiff now loosen up as I caress them.
She feels it happen, "You seem to be enjoying this",
I laugh "Yes, I am."
"How long have you wanted to touch them?"
"Oh, so long" I mutter.
"Tell me" she whispers.
"Well..." I pause wondering if it is a trap, but I look into her eyes, so soft and enquiring, it cannot be a trap. I feel like I must tell her everything, I bite my lip then decide to tell her everything "I have masturbated over you so many times, I used to come over just to see you, I would get so excited, I usually wake up thinking about you and my cock is so hard, I jerk off just thinking about you, I feel like you've infected me" I stop myself, suddenly worried I went too far. But her gaze is not broken, her look not judgemental for aghast. She understands, she knows, I begin to feel like she always knew. It wasn't a problem, she was happy.

If anything, there's a small tinge of relief in her eyes, on the gentle smile across her lips. Your cathartic words cutting through a forest of uncertainties between both of you. Wiping away all the cluttered what ifs that had piled up over and over with those many fantasies and leaving behind nothing but the sure acceptance of what's before you. Her assumptions and thoughts validated as much as yours. The buried anxieties and misgivings put to rest. Nothing but her divine, naked, angelic body in front of you, clad only in those elegant heels at her feet.
"Have you ever been with a woman?" I stop moving my hands on her breasts and partly remove my hands, but I can't let go so easily.
She senses my panic. "It's okay" I feel I should be honest.
"No" I mutter.”
"That's okay" she reassures. "It's better that it happens at a time when it's right for you. If you rush into things you can get it wrong." I nod, she puts me so at ease. "I've known you a while now and I feel that it's probably time for you to experience that." She moves closer and presses her body against mine, I try to move my hips away, so my erection doesn't rub up against her. She grabs my hips and pull it back, her full, half naked body pressed against mine and my raging erection pressed against her. She whispers, "It's time" and softly kisses me on the lips. I can feel my blood pump harder and harder around my body. My erection in my pants is now furious. Her voice is so reassuring, so wound with instinctive comfort and an almost mellifluous gait to it. The two words that describe it best are practically self-evident. Maternal. Seductive. It's hard to tell which is at the forefront at any given moment, but the fact she's so effortlessly blending the two makes it even more intense. Just like the gestures moving through her. The gentle kiss of her heavenly lips and the grasp holding your throbbing need against her. In no uncertain terms she's making you know she wants both and everything in between.

My breathing has become heavy, I am overcome with emotion, but Marie's calm way makes sure I don't lose my mind so quickly.
"Come" she says as she leads me to the couch by my hand. There we sit, and she looks me in the eye "It's time you became a man" she says "Fist, you must learn to kiss, let me show you. Too many boys think all you have to do is press your lips together, kissing is some much more important than that." There we make out on the coach as she softly kisses me, like I am a boat on an ocean easily negotiating the waves, some soft, some large, she is like the captain, most comfortable with these waters. She places her hand on the side of my face. "There is so much more for you to learn." She starts to remove my top.

More than anything is the natural flow of everything she does. Every kiss she starts, every sentence she speaks, every sweeping touch of her fingers, every movement she makes seamlessly sliding into the next. It's almost a slow and subtle dance stretched out in everything she does. Even the way she's moving to undo your clothes is graceful in her very own way from her fingers, to her motherly expressions, to the gentle shake of her massive tits.

I now bear my skin and she presses her skin against mine, It’s so warm, so soft and welcoming as she caresses me. She then pulls back and looks me in the eye, "Would you like to suckle on me?"
"Pardon?"
"Suckle on me? Feed on my breasts."
Filled with more confidence I reply, "More than anything". She takes my head and cradles it as I position myself at her teat and place my mouth on her nipple and begin suck. I begin to relax, she begins to coo, her maternal and sexual nature combining, and I am in heaven

The size of her assets, already bewitchingly large, only increases the more she pulls you in. Her face looming over the gargantuan swollen peaks from your vantage. Her fingers find the back of your neck and head. She isn't forcing you, but she can't resist the touch of a cradling palm to coax you into giving in completely. Her lips pursed and just so slightly parted to make way for her faster breaths. Some of her small noises start out motherly before becoming a sensual lover's, and vice-versa.

I begin to lose myself in the moment. As I suckle, I mutter "Mommy". A momentary spark of worry but she cradles me so softly I relax back, after a few more mins she raises me up and removes my trousers, my hard erection now exposed, it is so liberating. She leans back and removes her panties and parts her legs "Penetrate me with your phallus" she looks me deep in the eye and I simply obey.

Those eyes are positively hypnotizing at this point. Her expressions of need and desire no longer simply playful, but eager and with firm intent obvious behind them. Long parted legs ending in delicious heels are irresistible in normal circumstances, but with her there'd be no saying no, even if that were a thought capable of presenting itself. Now more than ever her utterances become that of a sexual creature, a deep moan waffling over the maternal coos. She wants you inside her.


I approach, a place my penis close to her vagina and I can feel the heat coming off her. I am unsure of what to do. and I press my penis against what I think is her hole but I miss, she winches but says softly that it's okay and she takes her hand and move me into the right place, I then slowly push my penis inside her and it feels so amazing, I almost want to cum but I slow myself down, I want this to last as long as possible.

You can see it, the look on her fact that lights up just so. Her breath catches as you slip in, the wisp of it loud enough to compete with the tiny sound of her wetness parting and giving way with steamy warmth that makes the rest of her body seem cool in comparison. Through it all her eyes keep to yours, never abandoning you in this transformative moment she's guiding you through.

But the moment is too overwhelming for my inexperience, her wetness and the noises she makes, in a moment of panic I grab her breasts as if to grab onto something to stop me from falling but her beautiful boobs only make it worse. My buttocks clench and I can feel my sperm moving thought my penis, I begin to ejaculate all my sperm into her wet pussy. I am completely empty, and my orgasm is so intense, much more powerful than I have ever experienced. I breathe heavily, and remove my penis in shame, but Marie knows, she always does, she gets up immediately and caresses me. Feeling of inadequacy and failure she knows she must reassure me. "It's okay, it' your first time.
"But I came inside you" I jitter.
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill, lay with me, we can have many more times making love together."
We lay down and wraps her body around me, protecting me. It was more than just sex, it was love, it was care, she was a woman.

Her understanding nature pushes her maternal aura to the very forefront. The mother before the lover. Cementing her gentle and yet luxurious presence in that warm cuddle she protectively wraps around you. Long legs, firm muscles, soft skin, heavy breasts, they all become part of her self-made cocoon of affection holding you in place and keeping everything but herself away. The heat and wetness don't abate, they simply become more with the addition of her emotional embrace and relaxing touch.