Her first time

"Hmmm, John," your mother sighs, her eyes half closed as her hands work at undoing your jeans, her ample body writhing in a slow sensual rhythm on her bed. "I haven't felt this way with a man is so long. Not since my first time," she almost moans as her fingers manage to get your fly down.

"What..." you start to ask, only to be interrupted by the moan that fills your throat as your mother's hand dips into your pants, her fingers gently caressing your hard cock. "What do you mean, Mom?" You finally manage to ask, your hands pulling her panties down off her legs.

"It... it was the summer I turned 18, right before I left for college," your mother tells you, slowly working your erection free of your pants, her eyes going wide as she exposes your cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation. "It was hot that year, really hot, and my folks had left for a couple of days. They'd gone into the city to visit my Aunt," your mother recalls, moving around on the bed so that her head is aligned with your crotch, her hand slowly stroking the length of your cock, drawing short moans of pleasure from you with each slow stroke. "So it was just me and the Boarder in the house. He was an eccentric man, but nice enough. Usually stayed to himself up there in the attic. But I guess the heat got too much for him that night," she tells you, her tongue stretching out to gently lick at the tip of your cock, teasing you for a brief moment before she continues her story. "I was out on the porch. It was the only place that I could cool off even a little. There was just the slightest breeze. I was laying on the porch swing when he came out onto the porch. We didn't talk much, both of us just sort of in our own worlds, when I found myself growing curious about him, more and more interested," your mom continues, her hand coming up to brush a lock of her red hair back from her face, a wistful look in her eyes even as she continues to stroke your cock. "I don't remember what we talked about, or even who started the conversation... all I remember is that he ended up kissing me. He smelled so good," she tells you emphatically, her hand tightening on your cock slightly as she brings her mouth closer, kissing the swollen tip of your erection. "Sort of like that new cologne you've got. Only his was much stronger, fresher, somehow. I'll always remember that scent," she assures you, her cheeks coloring slightly as she remembers the night she lost her virginity, "and the heady way he made me feel. I get that same feeling with you, John," she adds, sucking on your cock for a few moments. "We were together all that night. He was very gentle, very attentive. It was weird though how I was never attracted to him before that night... and he moved out shortly afterwards, claiming he was off for Hollywood now that his experiment had worked. I always wondered what happened to him, where he ended up," she tells you, turning her attention back to your raging hard-on, her full lips opening wide as she begins to suck you in earnest.

"Oh, Mom," you gasp, your fingers curling into her red hair as she takes the full length of your cock into her mouth. "Oh, fuck," you hiss, your back arching as your mother gives you perhaps the best blowjob of your life, part of your mind realizing that the formula you found, the cologne that you are currently wearing, has some sort of inhibition lessening effect, that "the Boarder" was a genius and used his chemical knowledge to deflower your mother when she was a teenager. You feel a twang of guilt as your mother continues to suck your cock, her hands gripping your waist hard, pulling you into her mouth, knowing that you are exploiting her the same way that man did all those years ago. If it wasn't for that formula, for the new cologne, this wouldn't be happening... perhaps you should stop her and reveal the reason the two of you are acting as you are?