Kissing Lessons on the Couch

(Entered in the Competition "Keep It in the Family ... Not")

It all seemed so innocent, even looking back
That late fall afternoon when everything changed for me, pillaged virtue

I can remember everything about it, each small detail
Even down to the clothes she was wearing and the scent of her perfume, which at times seems to cling to me as I choose a dress for her funeral

I was just thirteen, torn between being a boy and manhood
Having already discovered girls and my own arousal, how to liberate it

As I sat on the couch, she approached me, sat down next to me
I was taken back at how beautiful she looked, for Julia was always so pretty to me, like an angel

Then it got all weird, crossed the bright line
With her inquiring "You'll be dating girls soon, do you know how to kiss?"

A simple question, not all that inappropriate after all
After some racing thoughts, a little blushing, my head shook no

That's when she leaned in, slowly and gently
Her long tresses tickling my nose as our lips met, for the first time as lovers

My initial kisses were not surprisingly inexperienced, tentative
Till her tongue forced its way into my mouth, ingiting a wildfire that scorched everything

From then on we were no longer mother and son, flesh and blood
Our transformation was instantenous, complete to young eager lover and pouncing ravenous cougar, enamored with her cub

I remember looking down on her as I followed her lead, matched rhythm with her thrusting
Feeling the raging battle between desire and shame, one that sadly continues to this day as I pursue both love and lovemaking

After what seemed like forever trapped in both heaven and hell, she erupted
Shuddering climax after climax, as though she'd been saving them up for just now, my fear that I was hurting her

Then her attention was fully on me, coaxing my own volcanic spewing
Triggering a most shamefilled release with kisses and playful pinches on my budding nipples, the only way I still can get off even now

After the shooting stars, light headedness and flood of endorphins, my arms stopped shaking and I collapsed
Lying quiet and terrified as she ran her fingers thru my hair while I rested on her bossom

Soft singing I remember so clearly, as if hearing it right now, then her haunting words of confession
"Oh, you so look like your father ... when he was younger."

As I look back on these words, bared and ugly, revealed for the first time
My eyes stream with a child's wounded tears for all that was stolen, my childhood, my innocence, and my own trampled sexuality