I'll never, EVER, forget the first time my mother revealed her true self to me. Even now, years later, the memory of that fateful morning remains as clear in my mind as when it first happened. I mean . . . gawd, it was just so . . . so . . . well, unexpected!

It was a Monday morning late in April -- bright, sunny and warm after a weekend of rain. You know, a typical start to the week, the kind that makes you just wanna quit school early and head down to the beach. Anyway, I actually woke up a half-hour before my alarm, which was my first surprise of the day. It usually takes twenty minutes of yelling for Mom to drag me out of bed, and even then I would sometimes crawl right back in after my shower.

"Honey! Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

Naked, I tried to talk myself into getting up before she came to check on me. She always knocked, of course, but there was always a chance she might stumble in by mistake.

"Well, it's about time . . . boy." Startled, I snapped my head to see her standing right in the doorway to my room! The OPEN doorway to my room!

A teasing tone of sarcasm in her voice, she said, "I thought you were going to sleep all day. We certainly can't have that now, can we?"

"What?" I tried to grab for the flimsy bed-sheet in an effort to cover myself, but it was no use. Wincing in pain, I looked up to find my wrists tied to the bedposts, then down to see my ankles in the same predicament. I had to look twice to be sure, but those thick white cords were NOT my imagination.

Was I responsible for this? If so, I must have been really fucking drunk last night! Embarrassed, I rolled as far sideways as I could -- barely more than an inch -- to hide myself from her. Then, wondering how I would explain all this, I looked back over my shoulder to see what she wanted.

That's when I saw . . . well, that's when I saw IT.

With the early morning sunshine beaming down the hall behind her, all I could see was a darkened silhouette in the doorway. She cut such a clean figure, I knew she was naked, but that wasn't what caught my eye. Instead, my gaze was drawn to the unusual, out-of-place, black shadow between her legs. Curious, I strained to see around her, but there was no sign of what might be causing it. There was no denying it -- my mother had a thick, nine-inch pole thrusting out from between her legs.

"What's the matter, boy? See something you like?" A low chuckle escaped her lips, sending a chill up my spine. "Perhaps you'd like a closer look, hmm?" She pushed off the doorframe with her foot and sauntered into my room. As she moved, flowed almost, into the light, I got my first good look in years at her naked body. Although she was just a bit too tall to be considered petite, Mom had one of the tiniest waists I'd ever seen, along with a better-than-average pair of breasts. To my surprise, her entire body was hairless -- including her pussy -- and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. No doubt about it, my Mom was an attractive woman, but there was something seriously wrong about this situation.

"Take a good look at what your father couldn't handle," she told me. Grinning obscenely, she slid to a stop before the bed, her naked feet 'shwooshing' through my dark blue carpet. With a nasty grunt, she thrust out her hips and let that black monster drop onto my pillow. "Get to know it well," she told me, "because its going to know you VERY well -- inside and out -- before long.".....(cont)