My name is Jake, I'm nearly 20 years old, I live at home with my mum when I'm not at college. My mum was diagnosed with a serious illness about 5 years ago, I won't go into detail, but she is slowly deteriorating and there are fewer and fewer days when she can get around from room to room without aid. At first she was able to get around, but over the years she has relied on me more and more and help from her sister and a carer when I can't be there. She is still mobile, but it takes her a lot of effort and knocks the wind out of her.
My college is only a 45 minute train ride away, but she felt it important that I got the full college experience and didn't want me to be commuting back and forth day in day out. So I go home to see her most weekends and as soon as college is over, I don't often go drinking and partying with my buddies, I just tend to go home.
A bit about my mum - her name is Astria, (I know! Grandma and grandpa were a bit hippy dippy!) but everyone calls her Bunny. She is 52, just over 5 foot tall, long blonde (greying *cough cough*) hair and an absolute knockout, and I'm not just saying that, she is beautiful inside and out, with piercing blue eyes and a smile that is genuine and would melt any man's heart, she is the epitome of milf next door, homely, but sexy.
Before she became ill, she was a fuller figured mature lady (a MILF as a number of my friends from high school would comment!). When I say she was 'fuller figured', I don't mean she was fat, not by a long shot, she was, in my opinion, the perfect shape for a woman, meat on her bones, a nice peachy plump bum, flat stomach and nice D cup round breasts that were only just starting to show tiny signs of beginning to sag. If I had to say who she looked like, to give you an idea, I would have to say, she reminds me of a Carol Vorderman (post boob job!). Facially she doesn't look like her, but her body is similar. Facially she looks more like Sally Field (but no one really agrees with me when I say that!).
Since she became ill, she seemed to lose a bit of weight and colour from her skin. Most days she spends so much time in bed, she usually had bed head, that just added an innocence to her.
My dad left not long after her first diagnosis. 26 years of her doing everything for him repaid by walking out claiming 'I'm sorry, I just can't deal with this', ahhh, poor baby!
Anyway, this story begins when I returned home after college had ended after my 2nd year. It was a particularly hot summer, so my mum's room had windows open, fans or air conditioning on and she would lie on the sheets with no covers on. When I arrived home I headed to her room, as I always did. It was around 6pm so I expected her to be awake and watching some crime documentary or something. As I shut the door, the house was still, no carers were there and Auntie Sonia's car wasn't in the drive, so I assumed no one was there. I dropped my bag at the door and made my way to the back room of the house that had been converted into mum's bedroom, because it was the largest room and had a nice big window overlooking the garden and a patio door out to the deck.
I crept up to her door preparing to burst in and surprise her, even though she knew I was due home today, but as I got to her door, it was open about a foot and I could see she was laying on the bed, her covers thrown aside, apparently asleep. She was just in her robe and white cotton panties. I stopped at the door and watched her sleep. The gentle rise and fall of her chest. I have never EVER thought about my mother in a sexual way, we have always been really close, but despite her obvious beauty, I just didn't think of her like that. Until this moment.
She was on her back with her right leg out to her side and bent so her foot was under her left knee. The cotton robe she wore was open and barely covered anything. Both her tits were flat and falling off the side of her body, the robe just about covering her nipples. Her bare stomach was glistening in the sunshine that was coming through the window. A thin layer of sweat all over her body from her legs up her tummy, breasts and face, where a few strands of her hair were matted to her temples. I felt a stirring in my jeans.
It was the first time I'd thought of her like this, but my body decided it liked what it saw and there was nothing I could do about it, as is often the case. It seemed so natural, I wasn't disgusted by myself, but at the same time I had butterflies in my stomach. It seemed to be easier, as she was asleep. I seriously thought about taking my dick out and stroking while looking at her. It was such a turn on, knowing my beautiful mother was lying there asleep and on display for me. She moved in her sleep and something snapped me back to reality. What the fuck was I doing?! That's my MUM, I'm getting turned on looking at my sick, sleeping mother. She'd adjusted herself in the bed and her robe had flopped open, completely revealing her left breast to me. I gulped, took a breath, mentally admonished myself and stepped into the room.
Walking up to the bed, I moved my erection so it was pointing up to my chest and into the waistband of my underwear. I gently took her robe in my hand and covered her exposed bosom, whilst taking a long hard look as I moved the fabric over her chest, well, come on, I'm only human! Just as I'd finished adjusting the robe and getting the image of her still ample left boob, I looked up to her face and saw she was now awake, with the faintest of smiles beginning to crack on her face. Unsure of whether she'd seen me ogling her tit, I decided to try to be as nonchalant as I could. A broad smile grew on her face matched by my own, she looked a little groggy and blinked a couple of times as she tried to rise in the bed.
'JAKEY, you're home!! I must have dozed off.' I leant down and accepted her hug, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her to me, her grip on me was as strong as ever, I hugged her harder, only pulling back to kiss her cheek a couple of times, before returning to the nook of her neck.
'Yeah, I literally just got in.' I said into her neck. I broke the hug and looked, beaming into her beautiful eyes. Without thinking, I very nearly leant in to kiss her lips. Luckily something in my subconscious stopped me, but mum must have noticed something as she asked, 'are you OK sweetie?'
She'd tilted her head ever so slightly and furrowed her brow with the question. What the fuck was wrong with me? I'd never entertained thoughts like this before, but in the 5 minutes since I'd got home, I'd ogled my semi naked mother, thought about masturbating to her sleeping, exposed form and nearly leant in to try and make out with her!
'It's nothing mum, don't worry about it,' swiftly changing the subject, because I knew she'd want to probe further, I continued, 'do you need anything? I'm going to throw my laundry in the machine and grab a shower, then I thought we could watch a movie or something after dinner?'. Her smile returned to her face, she rubbed my cheek with her right thumb and she almost looked like she was going to cry.
'OK, sweetie, but hurry up I want to hear all about college and the girls you have lining up around the block.' We both gave a quick laugh and it eased some of the tension brewing in the air.
I kissed her cheek again, bounced off the bed, picked up my bag from the door and bounded out of her room, leaving it wide open as I went down the hall to my room, stopping at the laundry basket to collect mum's things to add to mine. I walked to the laundry room opened up the machine and emptied the contents of my bag into it, then I threw mum's things on top and went to get the detergent. As I returned I noticed a pair of her panties on the top of the pile in the machine. They weren't anything special, not frilly lingerie or a thong, they were just ordinary cotton panties with a little pink bow on the front, in the middle of the elastic. Before my brain could engage, some primal animal instinct took over my thinking and before I knew what was happening, I had them in my hand. I stood there looking down at a pink pair of panties for what seemed like an age. Again, I don't remember thinking it or instructing my brain to go ahead and tell my hand to do it, but next thing I knew I was inhaling deeply with her panties pressed hard into my nostrils. I don't know what I was expecting but they smelt like a combination of musky sweetness and laundry softener. I put them in my pocket and started the machine, before taking my empty bag back to my room.
Closing the door behind me, I pulled mum's panties from my pocket and sat on my bed staring at them. I placed them on the bed next to me, rose off the bed and removed my clothes to get in the shower. But I didn't make my way to the bathroom. My cock was slowly pulsing and filling with blood. What the fuck was wrong with me? This is sick! I'm having devilish thoughts about my own mother. I picked up her panties and wrapped them around my cock, making sure the gusset, where her pussy had been was right over the tip of my cock and started stroking. My heart was pounding in my chest, all I could hear was the blood pulsing around my ears.
I sat on my bed, facing the door. If the walls weren't there, I'd be facing my mother, lying in bed across the hall. I pumped my hand faster, tilted my head back, looking at the ceiling, remembering her asleep with her open robe and sweat glistening skin, I whispered into the air above my bed, 'Oh mum'.
Closing my eyes and pumping harder, I moaned again, slightly louder, 'mum, show me your tits', I could feel my orgasm approaching, my legs straightened and locked, I accidentally said, at pretty much normal conversation level, 'Oh mum, I'm cumming,' and as I passed the point of no return, I felt my balls tighten as that wonderful tingly feeling rose up from my calves along my hamstrings up my torso and I felt the cum at the base of my shaft as I heard from down the hall, mum shouted
'Sorry honey, did you call me? I can't hear you, can you come here?'
I started to cum into her pretty pink panties, 'CUMMING MUM, JUST GIVE ME A SECOND.' Rope after rope of thick spunk was shooting into my new favourite cum rag, my mother's knickers. I don't think I'd ever cum so much in my life, my cock was still twitching in the completely saturated under garment. I felt light headed and my legs were a tingling mess. I could hardly stand.
'Jakey, are you alright??' Mum called from her bedroom. I couldn't exactly walk out of my room at the minute, completely naked with my her panties wrapped around my cock, dripping cum everywhere. I managed to get to my door and open it, sticking my head around I said, 'sorry mum, just going to jump in the shower, wanted to know what you'd like for dinner?'
'Oh, whatever you like honey, do you want to get take out?' Thinking about it, that was probably the better option, I didn't really feel like cooking tonight. Besides, mum never had much of an appetite and I always ended up making too much and having to throw some out. I HATE wasting food!!
'Cool, I'll order a pizza later.' I said and disappeared back into my room. I stood with my back to my door, naked and still gripping my softening cock wrapped in her panties. My head was swimming. What I'd done was so wrong on so many levels, but I couldn't help thinking, it was SO hot! I'd never cum that much before, it's like I'd gone up another level. I had no clue what was going on with me. It was as if I was watching someone else in my body do these things, like some deranged dirty pervert had Quantum Leaped into my body rather than Sam Beckett from that old TV show mum loved back in the 80s or 90s!
I cleaned the cum off my dick with her panties, balled them up and put them under my bed. I'd remember to put them in the next wash before she missed them. I made my way to the door and as I grabbed the handle, I realised I was still naked and I'd have to walk past mum's open door to get to the bathroom. Something was definitely wrong with me, I could feel the blood pulsing to my dick again, opening the door I realised, if I didn't go RIGHT NOW, I'd be walking past her door with a full on, raging boner. I bit the bullet and started walking down the hall.
I closed my eyes as I approached her door, then nonchalantly strode passed without looking in. I had no clue if mum was looking, but it still felt hot. I got to the bathroom and leaving the door ajar, stepped into the shower. The blast of cold water shocked me briefly, but as the water slowly warmed, I started to stroke my growing cock. I put a hand on the wall to steady myself. My mum was just on the other side of this wall. I imagined her spread eagled on her bed, nothing on, I wondered whether she shaved her public hair or stripped it off completely? I was building to another orgasm. I wasn't sure whether I could be heard through the wall, but didn't want to take that chance, so tried to keep the wet slapping sounds to a minimum, then as I began to ejaculate I looked at the wall, where I imagined she was and whispered, 'Oh mum.'
I finished my shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around me. Looking down I could clearly see the outline of my cock. I smiled to myself, then walked out of the bathroom. As I got to her door, again before I knew what I was doing, I turned into her doorway and stood there in just a towel. She was now sitting up, she'd propped a couple of pillows behind her and had turned on the TV. She looked at me and a smile beamed on her face, for the briefest of seconds, her smile kind of froze on her face and her eyes almost glazed over, I actually saw her glance down then immediately back up to meet my eyes. She inadvertently raised her free hand to her neck and gently rubbed her palm back and forth across her skin. Her smile returned to full beam.
'I'm going to order a pizza, have you found a film for us to watch?' I said to her nodding at the TV.
'Not yet, I have a couple on my list, have a look when you're ready.' Her eyes were fixed on mine, her smile full, she really was so beautiful. I could feel my dick fattening and start to strain against the towel.
'Cool, I'll be in in a minute.' I said as I quickly turned and walked to my room. I hope she didn't notice that. I love my mum so much, but it would kill me if she ever knew what a disgusting pervert her son was turning into. It was one thing to fantasise about her, but to bring her into my fantasies was plain wrong, besides, I'm pretty sure it was just because I was horny and hadn't been with anyone since my girlfriend, Lisa, broke up with me a couple of months ago.
I slipped a pair of shorts on and a t-shirt, dried my hair with a towel and combed it with my hand. I pulled off the dishevelled, pulled-through-a-hedge-backwards look, quite well. I picked up my phone and called our local pizzeria. I ordered mum's favourite and glancing at myself in the mirror, settled my hair a bit and walked down to her room.
'Oh hello,' she said, feigning surprise, 'I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!' She giggled, but I quickly broke eye contact and could feel my face flushing. Changing the subject as quickly as I could I said, still facing the ground, as I walked around her bed to sit on the window side.
'Ha, funny mum, I've ordered from Joe's, should be here in half an hour or so.' She giggled again at my obvious discomfort. She handed me the remote as I lifted my legs onto her bed and crossed them at the ankles.
'Oo lovely, I love Joe's pies. Now have a look at my list and choose a film.' As I took the remote from her, her phone rang, 'It's Margo, I have to get this.' She swiped her phone and began talking to her best friend Margo. I turned my attention to the list of movies and shows mum had saved. I'd seen most of them, as I'd had a whole bunch of free evenings since Lisa dumped me. Mum shook my shoulder and said, 'Auntie Margo says hello, she can't wait to see what a stud you're becoming,' she put her hand over the mouthpiece of her phone, 'her words!'
'Hi Margo, see you soon.' I said back non committally, rolling my eyes. Mum playfully slapped my shoulder and went back to her conversation. As much as I loved my mum she did have a couple of bad traits. Being a bit of gossip with Margo and her sister was the worst one. I suppose because she was cooped up most of the time, she wanted to feel a part of the outside world. I zoned her out again and went back to searching her list. None of the films really grabbed my attention, I'd usually go for a comedy or action movie, but it was mum's list so I settled on something with an older actress on the loading picture. I thought she was hot, so even if the film was shit, I wouldn't mind watching her. I hit play then pause as it loaded. I got up from the bed and went to get my phone from my room. As I came back, I'm unsure why, but I stopped outside her bedroom door, where she couldn't see me.
'... no, he's just left, but he'll be back any second, TELL ME,' she growled low into her phone. There was a pause as Margo spoke, mum was quiet, then I heard a sharp intake of breath, 'NO! She told you that?!..... no, of course I won't... I PROMISE!..... to be honest, I've been thinking about it myself, but then I'm not married, the dirty slut,' she laughed into the phone, 'I'm serious, I've been thinking about hiring a guy to come in and... check the plumbing,' She laughed again, there was a pause as I heard the tinny undecipherable response from Margo, 'yeah I bet you do slut.... OK, OK, quiet, I think Jake's coming back.' As if on cue, I walked back into the room and walked back around the bed and sat on it again, swinging my legs round.
'OK babes, I'll see you soon, say goodbye Jakey' She turned the phone towards me.
'Goodbye Jakey' Did I mention I was a burgeoning stand up comedian? Mum frowned at me in mock resignation and rolled her eyes.
'Very funny... OK hun, bye... bye... bu-byyyyee.' She hung up and asked, 'OK, so what have you chosen for us to watch?' I gave her back the remote,
'I don't know it was on your list, but to be honest, I've seen most of the stuff you have on there, I didn't recognise this one.'
'Oh right, um, yeah, um, you sure.' She was almost squirming on the bed next to me. She was fidgeting a bit next to me, so I slyly took my phone out, angled the face away from her and googled the title. WHAT?! It was described as an erotic thriller starring Shannon Tweed. What the hell had mum put it in her list for?! Well this was going to be a fun night, it was hard enough not ogling her and getting a boner, now I'd be sitting next to my mother watching an older blond actress with a fit body being all erotic, there was no way I'd be able to hide my erection WHEN I got one!
I tried to put this out of my mind as we lay there chatting, waiting for the food to arrive. I told her about school and how everything was going, she told me about her last round of medication and the effect it had on her and how she wasn't having such a great time with it. The conversation got around to girls, she asked me how Lisa was doing and I told her everything that had happened in the last few months.
'Why didn't you tell me?!' She asked with a mix of annoyance and pity. 'Poor baby, you could have called me and talked about it, you know I'm always here for you, don't you?'
'I know mum, but I was just a bit embarrassed. We had mostly the same friends and I felt like they were laughing at me behind my back because I caught her in bed with that guy and didn't do anything about it. She told everyone I stood there and watched, looking right into her eyes as,' I held up both hands and mimicked quotation marks with my index and middle fingers, 'watched a black guy fuck her brains out.' Mum's hand went to her mouth.
'You didn't, did you?' She blurted out without thinking.OF COURSE I DIDN'T!' I hammered back at her, probably a little too forcefully. To be fair, when I caught her bouncing up and down on his cock, I did stand at the door and watch them for a good minute before she realised I was there. But as soon as we made eye contact, I turned and ran. She didn't even break stride, if anything she got louder as I heard them fucking on the otherside of her dorm door. 'It's a bit humiliating to be honest mum, I've just stayed in my room studying hard, trying to keep my mind off her... on the plus side, I think I've done pretty well in my exams, on the down side, I've been pretty lonely the last few months at school.'
She looked over at me then moved closed and threw her arms around me. I reciprocated the hug, but my right arm accidentally went under her robe and I caressed her bare back. As I ran my hand up and down her back, because of the way she was positioned, my forearm, very briefly touched her bare breast, once, then twice, the third time I brought my hand up to the bottom of her neck and held it there, completely ignoring the fact her left breast was now resting on my arm. Slowly she pulled back and as we separated I managed to glance down and get a great view of her left tit, before she readjusted her robe as my arm released it's grip of her. I looked up into her piercing blue eyes, she looked at me with a hint of sorrow, then said,
'Sweetie, I'm so sorry things ended with Lisa, I always liked her, but she's dead to me now,' she lifted her hand up to my face and cupped my cheek, 'how could anyone cheat on my boy? You are such a good man and so handsome,' she leaned over and kissed both my cheeks.
'Stop it mum! I know, I know, I'm SUCH a great catch! I just can't keep hold of them!' I shrugged and pulled away. 'Don't worry about it, I'm better off, it's just, it's still a bit... raw, to be honest. I'm just feeling a bit sorry for myself and a bit lonely is all.' She crinkled her nose and ran her thumb across my cheek.
'Don't talk about lonely to me,' she flopped back on her side of the bed, 'I'm the queen of lonely!' She folded her arms over her breasts, pulling her robe tight. 'Since your father left, I haven't had a man LOOK at me, never mind show any sort of interest, no matter how hard I flirt with my doctors... even the male ones.' There was a pause. I turned my head to look at her, she was sitting there, arms still folded, trying desperately to stifle a smile. She turned to look at me and we both burst out laughing.
It was good to hear her laugh, what with everything going on, I was always amazed when she laughed heartily at one of my goofy jokes or, like now, one of her own.
'Oh mum you're so funny, you're amazing.' I said in between laughs. As our chuckles died down the doorbell rang.
'Yes, FOOD!' I said as I bounced off the bed and went to the door. I paid the guy, got a couple of plates and returned to her room. We ate and chatted for about half an hour. She told me how lonely she'd gotten recently, because I was away and her carer, Beth, only came 3 times a week for a couple of hours, but that she loved this time as Beth had become like a close friend and they'd developed a great friendship where they could chat and natter about anything and everything, so much so, that they often lost track of time and made Beth late for her next appointments because she would be chatting away and lost track of time. Auntie Gill tried to get over as much as she could but I could tell mum was missing the company of a man. Perhaps that's why she had soft potn in her Netflix list?! I felt sorry for her, she kept alluding to the fact that no one would be interested in her anymore because of her illness, no matter how much I assured her, she'd beat it and get back out there and find someone.
'Seriously, guys would cut their arms off to be with you mum, you've still got it, you're hot!' I said to her finishing my 4th slice.
'You really think so?' She asked coyly with a not-so-sure-about-that smile scrunched on her face.
'Yeah, of course mum, I mean I def-' I cut myself off realising I was about to say, 'I definitely would'. '... er, I definitely think so.'
She playfully punched my arm. 'Aw, shucks, thanks honey, you have no idea what that means to me.' Again she leant over and kissed my cheek.
'Of course, we'll have to get some more meat on your bones first.' I countered, nodding at her plate and the fact she'd only had about 2 thirds of a slice, to my 4 slices. There was one slice left. Despite not finishing her first one, she pulled a face at me, miming as if I was nagging her, picked it up and stuffed it in her mouth. Again we both laughed. She had such a great sense of humour. I only wish she wasn't my mum, she'd be absolutely perfect otherwise.
We finished up the pizza, I poured us a couple of drinks, cleared the boxes away and picked up the remote.
'Come on then, let's see what this film is all about, but I must warn you, I'm so tired I'll probably fall asleep 10 minutes in!'
I didn't. Within the first 3 minutes, while the credits were still rolling, this hot mature blonde lady, with an amazing body and big hanging tits was getting fucked from behind, then she was riding the guy, then she was flipped into missionary as he grunted and groaned and fake came inside her. I sat there flushed thinking, if I was that actor, I don't think I'd be able to NOT get a massive hard on, simulation or not, I'd probably have cum on her for real!
Of the first 5 minutes of the film, half the time she'd been naked and fully on display. I turned my head as slightly as I could, mum was fixated to the screen, a bit of colour had drained from her cheeks. She must have been mortified. It was almost as if I'd found her porn stash. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so I lay back on the pillows propped up on her head board, leant away from her slightly and turned my head so she couldn't see my eyes. I closed my left eye, so if she looked over she'd think I was asleep. The only issue I had was I had a full blown erection and I was only wearing a flimsy pair of shorts. I decided, she can't have it all ways, I was going to spare her blushes by pretending to sleep, but I wouldn't be able to hide my hardening cock. Luckily, it was resting flat against me, I turned my body and lay on my hip, so it wasn't pointing at her, so now at least, it wasn't pointing straight up causing a tent to form in my shorts.
The first half an hour saw the hot blonde actress have sex twice and another younger actress have sex once. I watched through one eye and tried not to let my hard on show. I bent my left leg a bit to hide it better. All the talk of loneliness and not having anyone fresh in both of our minds, I couldn't wait for this to be over, so I could go back to my room and wank into her panties again.
'Jake,' I heard mum whisper. I didn't respond, 'Jakey?' She whispered, slightly louder, I didn't stir. Suddenly, I felt her little hand on my hip as she gently shook me, her hand only a couple of inches from my rock hard boner. 'Jakey, you still awake?' I thought I'd have to give her some sign I was 'asleep' so made a brief unintelligible moaning noise. I noticed her hand was still on my hip. She gently shook me again, her hand moving closer, just as my left foot slipped down the sheet and my leg straightened, turning my hip slightly more towards her. Her hand brushed the top of my cock, but still she didn't pull it away. I wasn't sure over the sound of the film, but I thought I could hear and even feel movement to my left. Was she masturbating while watching the movie? Her hand was still on my hip, her fingers still touching the very top of my turgid penis. She, almost imperceptibly at first, grazed my bell end with her fingers. What the fuck was happening? I couldn't open my eyes, because I was pretty sure mum was no longer looking at the TV.
I could hear the older actress getting fucked again. My cock gave an involuntary twitch and I felt my mum's hand shoot from where it had been resting. I immediately internally scolded myself. OF COURSE, she hadn't been trying to touch my dick! She'd probably, totally innocently rested her hand on my hip, probably just for that human connection she had JUST told me about was missing in her life, and I had made it into some sick sordid incest fantasy in my head. The scene changed and I stirred and opened my eyes.
'Shit, sorry mum, I must've fallen asleep, I'm missing the movie, how long was I out?!'
'Not long honey, only about half an hour or so. You must be exhausted, do you want to do movie night another time, you should go to bed and get some rest.'
I wasn't particularly tired, but to keep up the pretense and save both of our blushes, I agreed and made a movement to get up off her bed, when it hit me... I still had a raging hard on.
'Errr, I'll give it a couple of minutes, still got some drink left.' Mum smiled at me and turned her attention back to the TV. The scene had cut back to the big titted old blonde laying in bed, comfortably with her much younger lover.
'Woh, mum! What type of movie have you put on?! She's old enough to be his mother!' I almost immediately regretted this comment and could feel my face flush.
'Ha, yeah? And what's wrong with that?!' She shot back at me in mock incredulity. 'She's hot, why does her age matter, he's probably had the best sex of his life with a hot older woman who knows how to take care of her man, nothing wrong with that, young man!' I laughed awkwardly and realising my bone wasn't going to go down if we kept up this line of conversation, in one movement I got up and subtly tucked it into the waistband of my shorts.
'Yeah, she looks like she has a lot of experience! I definitely would!' I got up and made my way around the bed. I walked up to her, bent down and went to kiss her on the cheek, just as she said, 'well there you go then! Night swee-', she turned her head at the last second and our lips met. It was a little off centre, but still, I had watched a soft porn movie with my mum, I was leaning over her with a boner tucked into my shorts and we were kissing on the lips. There was nothing sexual about it, yet, it wasn't completely innocent, well, not from my point of view! I immediately had a flood of images, thoughts and scenarios in my head, where I lingered and finished the kiss properly, sliding my shorts down my thighs, releasing my aching hard on, but mum pulling away breaking the kiss snapped me back to reality.
'Night mum.' I whispered. She smiled up at me and whispered back, 'Night sweetheart.' I had a quick glance down her body at her cleavage where her robe was still open, as she turned back to the TV. I straightened up and calmly walked out of her bedroom and across the hall into mine. I left her door ajar and pushed my door to the jamb, but didn't shut it entirely. Something was happening to me. I love my mum with all my heart, more so than any other human, but I have never... NEVER, EVER, had ANY thoughts remotely close to the thoughts I was having right now. Sure, hers were the first boobs I'd ever seen in my life and the first woman I'd seen naked, but at no point had it ever been sexual. For some reason, it was now. I knew I could never do anything about it, I wouldn't be able to even talk about it, to her or ANYONE really. My friends would think I was some disgusting freak and I'd never live it down. So, for the time being, I was going to be happy, living these fantasies in my head, no one need ever know!
I slipped off my shorts and sat on my bed. I remembered I had a pair of her panties under my bed, so I leant down to retrieve them. They were still damp from the huge load I had deposited in them earlier. I lay on my bed with them bunched in my right hand. I brought them down to my dick. They were cold to the touch, but as I started to stroke, they soon warmed. I imagined my mum in full health laying on her bed with just her short robe on. I could see she was completely naked underneath. She sees me standing at the door and beckons me over. I'm also naked. My cock is inches from her face. She keeps eye contact with me as she leans forward, opening her mouth and takes me inside. Just the head at first, but she sits up, turns on the bed and kneels there in front of me, her hands on my buttocks as she pulls me into her mouth my full 6 and a half inches (the half is important!) disappearing into her wet warm mouth. I want this image to last as long as possible, but I'm furiously pumping my cock with my panty wrapped fist. In my head she is bobbing her head at an almost super human speed as I feel my climax build, in my mind I'm about to cum in my mum's naughty little mouth, 'Oh MUM, I'm cumming, keep sucking me you dirty slut.'
With that, I unloaded into her panties, again. Another massive load. I wipe my dick with them, but there is so much cum in them, all I'm doing is covering my dick in more sperm! I'd better go to the bathroom and clean up properly. It's only half 9, so I decided I'd grab a quick shower before bed. I twist on my bed and put my feet flat on the floor. As I stand I look at my door... I'm sure I'd closed it right up to the doorframe. It was cracked an inch or 2. There must have been a draft or the door settled naturally there, maybe? I didn't think anything more of it. I walked over to the door, swung it open and noticed her door was shut. Now I had DEFINITELY not shut that door. Fuck.
I was rooted to the spot. The amount of effort it would have taken her to get up and walk to my room, I'm pretty sure I would have heard her. Maybe she'd got up to shut her door and the back draft had pushed my door open those couple of inches. Yeah, that's what must have happened. I was happy with that explanation, so walked down the hall, naked, to the bathroom.
As I make my way down the hall I hear something in the bathroom. Movement and faint thuds of bottles. Shit. She HAD left her room, did she look in on me wanking into her panties? I was unsure what to do, then the bathroom door opened. I stood there completely naked in front of my mother. She still had her robe on and it was tied at the front. She looked up at me, then quickly broke eye contact, her hand on the doorframe, she looked back over her shoulder into the bathroom and said,
'Oh honey, you scared me, I was just going to grab a shower, but it was too much effort, Beth usually help me, but I don't know where the little seat is I normally sit on when I'm in there, so I think I'll just go back to bed and have one tomorrow.' She turned back to me, with a quick glance down, her gaze shot back up to my face, 'you're naked.' She said, stating the obvious fact.
'Um, yeah, I know. I was going to grab a shower too,' I said and without thinking, I continued, 'I can help you if you want, you've made it all the way here now,' I immediately regretted it, I could feel blood start to pulse into my groin region, I tried to be as unobvious as I could and covered my privates with my right hand. As soon as I felt material on my hardening dick I remembered... I was holding mum's cum soaked panties in my hand. I quickly swapped hands hiding her panties behind me, just praying she hadn't seen them when she looked down.
'NO, don't worry sweetie, you get in, I'll go back to bed.' She said as she started to move towards me. I put my hand on the doorframe blocking her progress. I stood there left hand across her, right hand behind my back holding her underwear, cock slowly filling with blood still.
'Come on mum, don't be silly, I'll help you.' I said, moving towards her and putting my left hand on her shoulder. She leant against the door, looking down directly at my cock.
'Um, I don't think I should be getting in the shower with my son, Jacob. She said softly, still with her head down.
'Why not? You haven't got anything I haven't seen before but I'll put my boxers on, if you feel uncomfortable. Let me help you mum, don't be such a prude!' I literally had no idea why I was pushing this. Why didn't I just let her go back to bed? Here I was standing naked before her with my cock approaching half mast, holding her cum drenched panties behind me, INSISTING she stay and let me help her shower! What the fuck was going through my head?! I'd almost backed her into a corner. We had always been very open and up front with each other, often comfortable enough to walk between bathroom and bedroom naked, on several occasions we'd passed one another with one of us being naked and there was never an issue. We were mother and son, I'd never looked at her in any other way than she was my mother. So, it, maybe, wasn't completely beyond the realms of possibility that showering together was nothing more natural than a son wanting to help his sick, unable mother refresh and cleanse herself before bed.
She leaned her weight on the counter and looking into the middle distance, sounding slightly unsure, she said, 'alright, if you don't mind? I do feel a little hot and sticky.'
Trying to lighten her mood a bit and again, without really thinking, I said, 'well, I'm not surprised with all that porn you've been watching!' She visibly stiffened in front of me. I couldn't help but laugh, she twisted her head making eye contact for the first time since this conversation had started. She looked genuinely shocked, so much so my laughter waned a bit, then her beautiful face cracked and she laughed.
'You are such a little rotter.' She turned towards the bath and tentatively moved past me. I took this opportunity and in one fluid motion, opened the laundry basket, disposed of her soiled knickers and grabbed the last pair of boxers I'd worn, I closed the basket and slipped them on, then moved up behind her and helped her into the bath. She was facing the wall away from me, just standing there, waiting. I stood there for a beat and said,
'Err, mum? You kinda need to take your robe off for this to work!' She didn't move then shrugged her shoulders and forced a laugh.
'Ha, yeah right.' But she still made no movement to remove her robe. She put a hand out in front of her on the wall to steady herself, but still, just stood there.
'Mum? You OK?' I asked genuinely concerned, thinking she felt dizzy or sick or something, not worried about being naked in front of her son! D'oh!
'Yes, honey, just worried about getting naked in front of you.'
'Come on, stop being silly, we've seen each other naked a LOAD of times, it's no big deal!' I said, with a tinge of annoyance in my tone. With that she took her hand off the wall and shrugged herself out of her robe, waving her arm behind her for me to take it. I took in the sight before me. She was naked. I threw her robe onto the towel rack, not taking my eyes from this vision in front of me. She'd lost a bit of weight in the last 6 months, but she still had an amazing body. Her arse was perfect. 2 peachy globes, sitting on top of 2 perfect legs. I stepped into the bath behind her and pulled the glass shield to the edge of the bath so spray didn't go everywhere.
Now, just 2 people standing in a bath, about to have a shower, I put my hand on her shoulder and edged her towards the shower head. She reached out with both hands and placed her palms flat to the wall. If we had been anything other than mother and son and you happened to be watching the scene with a woman in front of a man, her hands in front of her, leaning forward slightly, the man directly behind her with a hardening dick, a) you would probably think, 'I'm about to watch 2 people having sex in the shower' and b) you'd be a pervert for watching 2 people in a shower!
I leaned over her and started the water. There was a cold blast, we both recoiled and my dick had escaped it's cotton prison and was hardening through the gap in the front, it rubbed against her thigh. I thought it best not to say anything, might make things more awkward than need be. The water started to warm up our bodies began to visibly relax after the assault of the cold water. My dick was still resting on her thigh. I didn't want to move, the feeling was electric, but as she moved it hardened still and twitched on her leg. I quickly moved back, my cock was bouncing in front of me, completely turgid, I reached down and fed it back into the hole and tucked it into the waistband.Um, so how does Beth usually do this?' I asked. Mum was most comfortable with Beth, after a couple of carers who didn't seem to care too much, she requested to only have her and after some schedule shifting Beth made it possible. They got on really well, so it was nice to know she had someone who was there when she needed and not just a string of random nurses who would come in when they were available. It made it easier for me to move out to go to college.
There was a pause, then, 'well, usually, she sits on the edge of the bath with a plastic covering and helps me have a bath, I haven't had a shower for months!'
I'm not sure what I expected. That Beth would jump in the shower with her too, that they would frolic together, splashing each other, then dry off and have a pillow fight back in mum's room?! OF COURSE, she didn't get in the shower with her! What the fuck was I doing?! This suddenly made me feel stupid and awkward. I backed half a step away from her.
'But I'm sure she showers BEFORE she comes, otherwise she'd probably want to jump in with me too.' Mum continued, then laughed at herself. I could see her mighty tits jiggling as she laughed. I joined in, 'well yeah, I expect she would, at least we'd be saving water! Got to look after the planet, ha!'
It WAS a bit absurd, showering with my mum, I'm not sure why I pushed so hard for this. In all honesty I really would have preferred her to go back to bed, so I could shower alone and masturbate into the steam, rather than be stood behind her desperately trying not to stab her with my erection. I figured it would probably be best to get this over with as quickly as possible, without making it obvious that's what I was doing.
'Do you want me to wash your back?' I picked up one of her many tubes with nice smelling shower gels. 'Coconut and shae butter'? Wow, it had a lovely aroma as I squeezed some into my hand. I wasn't sure whether to apply it to her skin or eat it, it smelled so good!
Mum hadn't replied, so I pressed my hand into the top of her back and made light circles. Some of the gel made a break for it and shot down her back, I quickly caught up with it in the small of her back and rubbed it into her skin. I was looking down at where my hand was, just above her buttocks, water and suds were pouring down her body, over her butt and down her legs. My hard on pulsed in my waistband. I so badly wanted her to move back or reach out for it. For the first time in my life I was desperate to step forward and bury my cock inside my mother's tight cunt. I'm sure it would feel amazing, sliding into her warm wet depths.
Steam was rising and I could only just make out where she ended and I began. I continued rubbing the suds into her back, I moved down and sat on my haunches following the path of the bubbles down her body. From the small of her back I rubbed over her buttocks with both hands in one steady motion, I ran down her legs to her ankles. I gripped her calf in my thumb and index fingers and gently rubbed up to her knees and down again. It was pretty steamy in the shower but I wasn't sure if she could see me or if indeed she was looking at me at all. I chanced looking up. Her head was lolling down, I could just make out her eyes were shut tight and she was biting her lower lip. My gaze moved from her face to the thigh that was right by my head. My eyes refocused, I watched water cascading down her leg. Then I moved my head behind her thigh, blocking her view of me. Without moving my head I turned my eyes up and to the right. I was looking at my own mothers pussy. It looked well tended to, I could make out a little hair just above her lips, but the whole region under that was either shaved or waxed. No hair at all.
I wanted to bury my face in there and feast on her cunt. I felt so naughty having these thoughts about my mother while she was standing there with no clue. I soaped up her calves, then made my way up her thighs. I did each one individually with both hands, making small circular motions, moving gradually up her legs. With each stroke I inched closer and closer. On her left leg, my right hand was between both her legs and when I lathered up her right leg my left hand was inside. I don't know what came over me, but I just couldn't resist.
As I neared her bum, in one fluid motion, I was rubbing her left leg, as I started to stand and retract my right hand from beneath her, the length of my index finger slid along the the inside of where her leg and pussy met, basically along the outside of one of her puffy little lips, any closer I'd be fingering my own mother. She seemed to lose her footing a bit and buckle at the knees, so as my finger grazed her, the tip of my finger briefly grazed her perineum... like I said, I couldn't be any closer to fingering her if I tried. It was all over in under a second, but I swear I heard a sharp intake of air and let out a gasp above the sound of the water. I smirked to myself. She didn't say a word.
I lathered up her back again and reached around to rub her stomach. I didn't dare just grab her tits. Accidentally grazing a finger close to her slit was one thing, but I wouldn't be able to explain grabbing her titties, as much as I wanted to. She seemed tense. She was still leaning forward slightly, hands on the wall, like I was a police officer about to pat her down. I realised this must be some sort of hell for her. While I was rubbing her down and getting my jollies, she was uncomfortable that her son was practically naked with her standing in the shower, seeing her in all her vulnerable glory. I decided not to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she needed. I took her shower scrunchy and and started to clear the soapy suds off her. As thoughts of how upsetting this must have been and her being uncomfortable entered my head, blood had slowly started to drain from my dick, which had inadvertently caused it to wriggle free from it's confines and once again flopped out of the front hole in my sodden boxers. Genuinely, by accident, my dick touched her leg and her backside as I was reaching round to rinse her stomach and outstretched arms.
'Sorry mum,' I said as she let her arms drop from the wall, she turned and looked directly in my eyes, 'what for hon? I know it's not ideal, but I really do appreciate your help, I just can't trust my body and do it for myself anymore.' She reached up and threw her arms around me, pulling me into a hug, she turned her head into the side of my face and kissed me hard on the cheek about 5 times. The feeling of her breasts being squashed into my chest caused my hard on to return to it's full glory. I accidentally stabbed her in the lower tummy area, just above her thin strip of public hair, before I could help it, I leaned back, sticking my arse backwards away from her. She whispered into my ear,
'But if you're going to help me bathe again, we're going to have to do something about that, I mean, it's flattering and all, but maybe wear trunks next time so he doesn't pop out the front to say hello every 5 seconds?!' She kissed my cheek again and broke the hug, 'now, get us a couple of towels and help me out of here.' She said gently slapping my cheek twice. Again, I reached down and tucked my hard dick into my waistband.
'Um, sure mum, yeah, sorry about that, I don't know what's- I mean, I can't help it, I think because I haven't been near a woman in a few months now- because, you know, Lisa, I mean, I get aroused by a light breeze, these days,' she put her hands on her hips and wore, what I thought was a genuine hurt expression,
'Thanks VERY much.' She exclaimed. Still not sure if she was genuinely upset that her own son hadn't openly admitted he was turned on by her, I quickly corrected myself.
'NO, I didn't mean it like that, I just meant, I'm young, you're hot, we're in the shower, it was bound to happen!' I wore a cheeky shit eating grin, which seemed to do the trick. I could see she couldn't keep a straight face as her mouth curled into another smile, 'Ha, I can't stay mad at you baby boy.' She gripped both of my cheeks in her hand and shook them. 'Muuuum, stop it,' again we laughed together.
'I'm so glad you're home darling, it's great having you back, even if it is only for a couple of months, I do miss you, you know.' She reached up and kissed my cheek again, then placing her palms flat against my face, she kissed me on the lips. It wasn't exactly in a sexual way, I guess more like really good friends might kiss, hello or goodbye, but she lingered for a couple of seconds, pulled back and then gave me another peck on the lips. I know I said it was how friends might kiss, but when she kissed me that second time, it reminded me more of how lovers kissed, like after I'd been making out with Lisa, and I was getting a bit bored after a while and cramp in my lips, we'd do this thing where we'd give a series of smaller kisses, just light pecks. It was my code for, 'right we've made out for long enough, either put my genitals in your mouth or let me get some sleep!' I know, I'm a fucking charmer, aren't I?! But this is what those 2 kisses reminded me of.
We stood there, water dripping off us, my face in her hands smiling into each other's eyes. I so badly wanted this woman now, I had to get a hold of myself or I could change our relationship forever, and probably not in a good way! 'Come on,' I said, 'let's get dried off.' I reached for a towel and wrapped her in it. She lightly pulled it across her body, drying herself as best she could. I grabbed a second towel and dried myself. I threw it on the floor, stepped onto it and twisted my feet a couple of times to dry my soles. Then I helped mum with her towel and rubbed it along her shoulders and down her back. I moved it down to her ankles, then up the other leg. Finally, I wrapped it around her and she took it from me, overlapping it above her breasts, so it covered her midriff and most of her lovely bum, fortunately not all of it though, the lower curve of her arse was still exposed. She stepped onto my towel and dried her feet. I then surprised her by standing and with one arm below her knees and the other around her back, I picked her up. She was very light, a new pain burned in my heart. I remembered for the first time in about an hour, mum was very sick. She made a surprised noise when I picked her up, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I stood still for a second. This completely bizarre night had the cherry on top. It was like I was in the final scene of 'An Officer and a Gentleman', if Richard Gere had been soaking wet with his boner held to his body by his boxer shorts and pulsing with his heartbeat under Debra Winger naked and wrapped in a towel!
I walked down the hall into mum's room and gently lay her on the bed. I knelt down next to her bed like I was praying. 'OK, night mum, see you tomorrow.' I kissed her on the forehead and quickly stood up and walked out. I was so horny. Again, the devil in me left mum's door slightly ajar. I wondered what she might say or do if she heard the faint slapping sounds of her son masturbating across the hall in his room. I padded down to the bathroom again and rummaged through the laundry for another pair of her knickers. I chose a dark blue pair, swapped them for my wet boxers and quickly sloped back to my room, leaving my door ajar too, I lay on my bed stroking my still hard cock, holding her knickers to my nose and taking deep breaths in. I could smell the musky scent of her pussy. It didn't take long before another orgasm was ripping through me. I held her panties on my cock to collect my ejaculation.
Feeling very horny and hoping maybe, possibly, I might awaken some primal need in my mother, I moaned, 'ohhh mum, I'm cumming,' in a tone louder than a whisper but not quite at conversational volume. I knew if she was in her room with the TV off and listening out for it, she might have been able to make out what I'd said. The risk was so hot, but I knew she probably wouldn't be able to hear what I'd just said, she was probably watching TV or YouTube or something. Exhausted, I lay naked on my bed with my mum's soaked knickers in my fist with my softening cock resting on my lower stomach. I knew she wouldn't be getting up in the night or before me in the morning. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
During the night, I had a series of sex dreams involving my mother. There were instances were she would appear at my bedroom door in lingerie and seduce me, another one where she was drunk and passed out and I took advantage of her, another one where she made me mad and I raped her, which was surprisingly hot, another one where we were just laying on her bed watching another Shannon Tweed film, where Ms Tweed plays a frustrated hot mother who has sex with her son to get back at her cheating husband and while watching we make out like boyfriend and girlfriend and make hot love.
Obviously I woke up with a rock hard boner. Reaching between my legs I tugged on it slowly, mum's panties were lying on my duvet, next to me. Without opening my eyes, I reached out and put them in my stroking hand, arranging the gusset right over my slit. I found it so hot masturbating into her panties, an idea entered my head. I will try to get a clean pair and cum in them, then put them back in her drawer, so they'd dry and then she'd slip them on without ever knowing. With the image of her sliding her soiled panties along her thighs and tight up to her pussy, pulling at the elastic over her hips pulling the gusset into her burning hole, heating my dried sperm into her vagina, I came again. Thick rope after thick rope shot into her underwear. I wiped my cock with them smearing my cum all over my cock. I'd have to remember to do laundry today! I got up and walked down to the bathroom, I paused at the door, put my ear closer and held my breath, listening for any sign mum was in there. She didn't appear to be, so I pushed the door and stepped in. Putting her cum drenched panties into the hamper I turned on the shower and stepped in.
A quick shower and dry off, I made my way back to my room to slip on some shorts and a t-shirt. As I passed mum's door, I glanced in and had a double take. The door was only about an inch open, but my mum was on top of her bed, robe fully open, legs open, bent at the knees, fondling her right breast and frantically rubbing her pussy with her other hand. I couldn't get a better view without opening her door a crack more. I thought better of that and stroked my dick while watching her. She was stifling her moans, I wanted to burst in and wank with her, I whispered into the door, 'that's it mummy, strum that pussy.' I shifted my weight, and the floor creaked. I shot behind the door. I didn't hear mum slow down, she was still stroking away, she groaned and under her breath she moaned,
'Ahh, baby, that's it, do it, do it for me.' There was a longer moan then she exhaled, exhausted, 'wow, that was amazing.' She said to herself. I was still hiding behind the door, I slowly backed away, taking care to avoid the 2 creaks between our rooms.
Fuck, that was so hot! Watching her masturbate, legs open, soles of her feet touching, knees bent at 90 degrees and her right hand an absolute blur! God, I loved that woman! Who was 'baby' though?! Could she have been thinking of me as she pleasured herself?! No, probably not!
I did laundry later that day, I kept a pair of my mum's clean knickers. They were yellow, in the same style as the other ones I'd 'borrowed', an ordinary cotton panty with a yellow bow in the middle of the elastic at the front. I went to town on them. I imagined she was a stripper giving me the champagne room treatment, writhing on my lap, grinding into my hard cock, straddling me and riding me into a frenzy, I came so hard, the white inner lining was completely drenched in my cum. I hid them under my bed and went to sleep.
The next day, Beth came round for one of her weekly visits. She was due twice a week, but would often come round just to check in and grab a cuppa, as she only lived a 5 minute drive away. While Beth was with her in the bathroom, I put the knickers back in her drawer, arranging them so they wouldn't be obvious, I had to admit, they did smell of cum a little bit, but I had deposited about half a pint into them. I stood at her drawer, contemplating whether to leave them there or not, if she realised what I'd done she would go mental at me, I'm sure. I was just about to take them out and stick them in the laundry when I heard them coming along the hall. I panicked and shut the drawer quickly, jumping over the bed I sat there, looking out the window like nothing had happened just as the door opened and they shuffled in.
'Jakey usually carries me from the bathroom when you're not around Beth,' mum looked over at me with a menacing smile on her face. I couldn't tell if it was because she was remembering the sordid incident when her son showered with her and kept prodding her with his hard on or she was trying to impress her on my behalf and be mischievous and try to set me up on a date with her or something.
'Ha, yeah my husband used to do that for me, but we've been married just over 5 years and I'd be lucky if I get a handshake these days!' Beth said matter of factly. She was married? I had no idea, I thought she was only 25 or 26? Well, maybe mum would stop now and leave the poor girl alone, but no,
'Oh dear babe, well if you want to borrow him any time, my rates are very fair.' They both laughed.
'MUM! Stop!' I exclaimed and stood up, walking around the bed, blushing, making my way to the door to get out of there.
'Oh, don't pout, I was only messing.' Mum said as she reached over to her panty drawer and flicked it open. I stopped in my tracks, what if she pulled out the yellow ones and held them up and said 'why do these smell of cum?' Then give them to Beth to inspect and SHE took a deep sniff and they'd both know what a disgusting little pervert I was and I'd be mortified and have to move out and leave the country. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped for about 6 seconds. She reached in and pulled out a blue pair. The blood drained from my face, thank FUCK for that! They moved past me and over to the bed, I waited and left when the doorway was clear. That was close!
Over the next few days, we spent, pretty much, every waking moment in each other's company. It was a hot summer, so neither of us wore much, which made it difficult for me to freely move around. I helped her to the bathroom and the bath when she needed it. It was a running joke, she'd ask if I was going to slip in and join her to scrub her back. I would blush and laugh it off, but it would make me hard. I spent most of my time sitting on her bed with her, talking, watching TV or playing cards or something. I looked after her as much as I could, Beth came round a few times a week, when she could, mainly to check on us and have a coffee. She was nice, a bit older than me and very pretty, even though she hardly wore any make up and always looked tired, not in a bad way, she worked long hours, probably didn't get a lot of time for herself. Mum was always poking and prodding me, telling me I should ask her out, but to be honest, I always made out I wasn't interested. Every time she said, 'go on, you should ask her out,' I just wanted to blurt out, 'but I want YOU mum, I love YOU!' Obviously, I didn't, I'm not fucking mental, I know my mum would throw up in her mouth and kick me out if I said anything like that! Then one day...
Mum had been visited by a doctor when Beth came round, she wanted me to leave them to it, so I went and did some shopping. When I returned she was alone, sitting up in bed, her robe pulled tight around her, in silence. I looked at her from the door, she seemed lost in thought. She had a thousand yard stare on. I pushed the door.Mum?' Nothing, she sat statue still, 'mum? You OK?' Still nothing, I stepped into her room and sat by her on the bed. I reached over and put my hand on her bare knee. She jolted and looked at me like she was surprised to see me there, as if I'd apperated out of thin air.
'Oh, honey, I was away with the fairies,' she let out a hollow laugh. 'Sorry, did you say something?'
'I just asked if you were OK? What did the doc say?' I asked, crossing everything that it wasn't bad news.
'Oh, nothing really, no change.' She said in an almost dreamy tone.
'Mum?' She was off again, 'mum, it clearly wasn't nothing, look at the state you're in!' Tell me, what's wrong?' There was a pause, she closed her eyes, as if trying to generate the courage to give me the bad news. Keeping her eyes shut she said,
'I just realised something today,' she paused, but I could tell that whatever she wanted to say was difficult, so I kept quiet, let her move at her own pace. 'NO, it's silly,' her eyes were big and glassy. I started to get a bit choked up.
'Come on, you can tell me, we tell each other everything, since as far back as I can remember, I mean, I told you when I accidentally stole half the shopping from Asda when the app messed up, I told you when I thought I'd killed that old lady, I even told you when lost my virginity, for chrissakes.' Why, I mentioned that last one, I'm not quite sure, but I stared at her, her eyes closed again, she tentatively continued,
'Fine! I just realised I'm probably not going to get out there and date again, I thought when your father left, 'good riddance' and I'd eventually get better and date again and find someone lovely and worthy, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to get out there again, and even if I did, I'd need help or a wheelchair and who's going to look at a wheelchair bound old lady and think 'hmm, I've got to get me some of that!' She blurted out quickly.
'Do you think everyone who is in a wheelchair is single, mum? No, and if they are it's because they are ugly or have a shit personality, neither of which applies to you, by the way, and not because they are in a wheelchair!' She smiled and opened her eyes, turning her head to look at me, a tear broke free and began to fall down her cheek.
'Thank you sweetie, you're so lovely and you're right, I'm just feeling a little sorry for myself,' I raised my hand and brushed the tear away with my thumb, there was another pause as we sat there, me cupping her cheek in my hand, both smiling into each others eyes, 'so you think I'm hot?' She said and immediately cracked up. My hand fell from her face, but I didn't laugh with her this time.
'Mum, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known.' I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Pulled away, tapped her knee a couple of times and stood up. 'I'm going to make a drink, do you want one?' I made my way out of the room. When she hadn't replied I stopped in the doorway and looked back. That's when I saw them. Mum's robe had opened a little bit and a tiny bit of her panties were exposed. She was wearing the yellow ones.
'Yes please honey, something cold and alcoholic please.' She smiled at me and I quickly left. She was, at this very moment, sitting in her bed, wearing just a robe and the panties I had emptied my balls into. My trepidation passed when I realised she would have said something if she'd noticed the smell or if there was a tell tale sign of a white stain. She was none the wiser, with the cum soaked material resting by the opening of her pussy. I was instantly hard. I walked to the kitchen and made a couple of strong gin and tonics.
I returned with our drinks, sat on the bed and sipped them together. I savoured the taste a moment then just came straight out and asked,
'Mum? Can I take you out?' I took another quick swig of my drink and looked at her. She had a sceptical look on her face, like I was trying to butter her up for something, which I was, but she could never imagine in her wildest dreams what I wanted to butter her up for!
'What do you mean?' She asked, still wearing the sceptical look.
'Well, you said you can't get out there and date, so let's have a date right here one night. We can get dressed up, I'll cook us something, we can have dinner and watch a movie or something? Bring the mountain to Muhammed, so to speak!'
'Aww honey, that sounds great, I'd really love that, but just so you know, I don't put out on the first date!' She laughed at her joke, I tried to laugh too, but it sounded forced and I could feel my face burning.
'MUUUM! Stop it!' I rolled my eyes and tried to play it off. She laughed again at my obvious discomfort, 'OK sweetie, it's a date! Now what are we going to do tonight? Fancy a movie?' She asked and her hand landed just above my knee as she shook me, but didn't move her hand after.
'Another one of your pornos?' I asked, trying to get her back. She stroked my leg and with no humour in her voice whatsoever, replied, 'if you want, I'll choose this time.' I was frozen, concentrating extra hard on her TV, her hand had stopped stroking my knee but had remained on my thigh. That coupled with the fact I knew she was wearing the cum filled panties, got me hard as a rock. It was uncomfortable. I could feel it pulsing between my legs. As she flicked through her movie list, she nonchalantly started to stroke my knee again. I didn't want her to stop so I froze in place like a goose pimpled statue with an erection. I glanced over to her, she was concentrating really hard on the TV too, she almost looked like she was willing herself to play a really dirty movie, but I assumed it was a joke and she'd put some rom com on or something. She didn't. It was another movie with an older actress I didn't recognise with sandy blonde hair and an amazing body, with clearly fake tits and a younger guy standing behind her bent forward with his chin on her shoulder and his arms around her waist on the loading page. I audibly gulped.
'Shall I get us a couple more drinks before it starts?' I asked quickly, knowing I'd need some form of refreshment.
'Yeah, I'll load it up and get it ready. Maybe you should bring a couple of bottles back with you, save you getting up and down all night?' She patted my knee smiling, then returned her gaze to the TV. As I rose, I adjusted my boner and tucked it into the waistband of my shorts again, it seemed to spend most of its time trapped between the elastic of my shorts and my stomach these days! I moved around the bed, trying to hide the bulge in the front of my shorts. In the kitchen, I put some ice in a bowl, picked up the bottle of gin and a carton of orange juice and went back to her bedroom. I put everything on the table by my side of the bed and made 2 rather strong gin and oranges. I put a couple of ice cubes in mum's drink (not too many, didn't want it getting diluted too much!) and we lay on her bed watching, what can only be described as softcore porn. After about 15 minutes, mum had polished off 2 gin and oranges and put her glass down on her bedside table. She nestled into me and put her left hand on my chest. I lifted my left arm and swung it over her head and around her shoulders and pulled her into me. If you didn't know we were mother and son, someone looking in at us right now might think we were a cougar and her cub relaxing watching porn together!
I lightly stroked her upper arm with my finger tips, in turn she was stroking my chest in small circular movements. I had no idea what was happening but I wanted it to carry on, so I said nothing and just continued to lovingly stroke her arm. As was the case a lot with mum recently, after half an hour or so, she had fallen asleep. Her hand had stopped stroking me and at the moment lay resting on my belly button. I willed it to fall down my body and land on my dick, but alas, my jedi mind tricks were out of practice.
'Mum? Are you awake?' I whispered into the top of her head. Nothing. 'Muuuum, are you watching this?' It was during an important plot point in the movie, so the actors weren't having sex at that moment- no, wait, they just started again! The actress was on her knees in front of the guy, who was sitting on a bed, naked. The camera was behind him, so we could see the side of her head bobbing up and down in his lap.
'Mum, you're missing the best bit!' I whispered. Nothing. I was so horny, unable to masturbate with her practically lying on me. With my free hand, I picked up the cuff of mum's robe and moved her hand an inch lower and dropped it, trying to determine if she was conscious. Still nothing. I did it again, hovering her little hand over my groin, wondering if I had the bottle to drop it. I didn't. That's not to say I put it back on my chest though! I very carefully and very slowly lowered it to my crotch. Her hand softly landed on my engorged member. I moved my right hand back to my side and just lay there motionless, my eyes fixated on mum's hand resting on my dick. The action on the TV had moved onto the bed. The guy was now on top of the older actress pumping away on her. And just then, it happened. Mum's hand moved. Ever so slightly, but it moved.
Next thing I knew, her hand grazed along my length. When she reached the end her fingers came together and she caressed the tip, slowly retracting her fingers back an inch or so then bringing her fingers together, like she was trying to pick up something slippery. I couldn't believe it, she was stroking my cock. I was in heaven. Then suddenly, she stopped, she didn't take her hand off my dick, but she had frozen and stiffened next to me. I assumed she'd been in a dreamy daze state somewhere in between reality and a dreamworld. She must have come to. Realising I would have no excuse for letting her openly stroke my cock, even if it was over my shorts. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I felt her move next to me. The weight of her body adjusted on me and I could feel her now twisting and looking up at me.
'Jakey?' She whispered, 'Jakey, are you awake?' I remained still and pretended to be in a deep sleep. I noticed her hand was still on me. 'Jakey!' She said softly, 'forgive me, sweetie.' I had no idea what she was asking forgiveness for, but I was loving this.
She moved back to how she was laying, with her head on my chest. I chanced opening my eyes, I was back to staring at the top of her head. Her palm was still flat on my cock and every now and again she would ever so slightly move her fingertips, but her hand remained on me between my legs. I was willing her to take the opportunity and run her hand up the inside of my shorts and take me in her hand, but she just lay there, watching the 'porno' with my hard cock under her palm.
She let out a little whimper, I'd closed my eyes again, but imagined she was rubbing herself. I chanced opening my eyes again, but because of the way we were positioned, I couldn't see much more than the top of her head and her legs, stretched out next to mine. My cock pulsed and I imagined she was masturbating next to me. I'd almost forgotten about the film. On the screen at this moment, the older actress was riding her young suitor. Her big fake tits bouncing up and down, the camera panned out, they were both clearly naked, she was gyrating all over him, her hands on his chest bouncing her arse up and down on him. It made me think, I've seen a few of these softcore pornos, where the actors are both naked and simulating sex, there MUST be times on set, where one gets a little too excited and either the guy cums or the girl actually wants his cock, it must happen all the time and with a slight adjustment in the camera angles you go from erotic softcore movie to hardcore porn!
It was a pretty hot scene, made hotter by the fact I was imagining the older actress was mum, not that she looked anything like her and mum wasn't as toned or had big plastic tits, but that did bother me, I was of course imagining I was the young guy. Mum's hand was still on my cock. I accidentally moaned, 'ahhh mum.' My heart was pounding in my chest. What the fuck had I just done? I felt her stiffen next to me, after a brief pause, obviously collecting her bearings and realising her hand was resting on my cock, she snapped her hand away. All I could do was pretend I was asleep. Which I did. I thought it would help sell it if I moaned again, so, almost unintelligibly, I whispered,
'Yes, mmmmm.' I shifted my body, as one might do if they were asleep, I raised my right knee and turned into her, resting my knee over her legs. I felt her body weight move off me as if she had pulled away to turn and look at me, checking I was asleep.
'Jakey?' I didn't move, I felt some warmth in my cheeks, I hoped it wasn't too obvious that the whole situation was making me blush. 'Jakey are you awake?' She nudged me. I stoically kept up the pretence.
'Oh, Jake, my sweet boy.' She wouldn't be saying that if she knew what I had done in the panties she was currently wearing. Moans and groans were coming from the TV as the actress was clearly faking an orgasm as the young guy lay under her still. Mum's attention had been called to the action on screen, I opened one eye and noticed her robe was slightly open and I could see the curve of her breast and her nipple, erect and brushing the fabric. Feeling braver, as the crescendo of orgasmic screams was coming to a climax, not even sure she'd hear me over the din, I whispered,
'Mmm, please.' I closed my eyes just in time, I felt her move on the bed, but she didn't say anything. She was just laying there, probably seeing if there was any sign I was awake, staring at me. She adjusted herself on the bed, shifting down a bit and rested her head on me again, this time though, slightly further down my body. Then she rolled over on her front, so she was facing away from the TV. She brought her left knee over me and rested it on my legs, her left hand went to my stomach and she lay face down on my front halfway down my chest. When she had got comfortable, I moved my right arm over to her and across her shoulders. We lay there in each others arms for a while.
On the TV the noise had gone down and some actual dialogue was being used, I couldn't see the action as I wasn't 100% sure whether mum was looking up at me or not. My hard on was becoming really uncomfortable, mum moved her arm down, I don't know whether she was twisting to look at the screen or to look at the tent in my shorts. I felt my brow furrow as her hand landed on me again, but this time she ever so softly squeezed me through my shorts. This was agony, I figured it was make or break time, as she rested her hand on my bulge, I yawned and stretched out, like I was waking up. Her hand stopped moving, but stayed on my dick.
I made a series of noises and groans, you tend to make as you wake from a slumber, then looked down my body. Mum's head was resting on me, I couldn't see her eyes, her right cheek lower down my chest. Her head was in the way so couldn't even see her hand between my legs. I tilted my head to the right to get a view of her tiny hand on my throbbing erection.
'Mum?' I whispered. I gently shook her shoulder, 'mum? You awake?' Nothing. Oh ok, she was playing the same game, was she? I was going to up the stakes and see what she did. Being careful not to wake my 'sleeping' mother. I scooched up the bed a bit, now her head was on my stomach, that bit closer to my cock.
'Mum? You awake? I've got to... adjust myself,' I whispered into the top of her head, again, no movement. I knew damn well she was awake, how far was she willing to let this go?
Slightly more urgently I said, 'muuum, wake up, I need to adjust my... er shorts.' Still no movement. I smirked to myself. She was bluffing me. Knowing her eyes were probably wide open, I reached down, slipped my hand into my shorts and raising the waistband with my wrist, giving her an unobtrusive view of the full length of my glory, I gripped myself, as her hand fell into my lap. I pulled down on the skin and pointed it straight at my mother's face. Still no movement. I rubbed myself a couple of times and rested my dick in a more comfortable position, then retracted my hand. I paused holding the waistband away from me for a good few seconds, basically saying, 'there it is mum, you want it? Go get it!' I gently returned the elastic back to where it had been.
'Ahh, that's better.' I said out loud, to no one in particular. Mum lay there for another 45 minutes or so until the movie ended. She made the exact same movements I made when I pretended to come out of my slumber. She stretched, groaned and yawned, then turned to me.
'Oh, sorry hun, I must have fallen asleep, did I miss anything?'
'Yes, it was amazing mum, an Oscar worthy performances, great plot, nice twist at the end I'd be surprised if they aren't nominated for Best Picture and the woman in it will definitely win in the Best Fake Orgasm category!' A smile cracked on her face, but she didn't laugh.
'Funny.' She said without any humour in her voice. I laughed,
'I think I dozed off at the start, I must've missed half of it, but then when I woke up you were asleep!' I noticed a bit of colour flushed into her cheeks and she broke eye contact, glancing across the room then down at the bed. 'I tried to wake you, but you were out for the count!'
'Yeah, sorry about that, I haven't been sleeping, I'm tired all the time but I can't seem to drift off at night, so I'm sleeping for half an hour here and there all through the day, I probably won't sleep tonight now!'
'Do you want me to get you a sleeping pill?' I asked, worried about her. I didn't think, this whole thing with her being in and out of the doctors being poked and prodded day in day out, she must have a TON of anxiety.
She reached over to her bedside table and picked up a little pill bottle. Rattling it, she said, 'Way ahead of you,' she popped the top and tipped one into her hand. She looked down at it and continued, 'only, these things really knock me out, I'll be dead to the world for at least 8 hours and then groggy all tomorrow, then probably wide awake tomorrow night,' she looked at me for the first time in a couple of minutes and smiled, 'at least I'll be compus for our date tomorrow!' She had a broad smile across her face. She looked so beautiful. I smiled back at her, complete love in my eyes.
'Ha, well it would be good if you could try and be conscious!' I said. She laughed,
'I promise, I WILL try,' then she popped the pill in her mouth. Now, you better get to bed, enough excitement for one night.' Again, she broke eye contact. She lay back on her bed, her robe lightly resting over her, slightly open, revealing some cleavage. She closed her eyes. I lay there for a second taking in the sight of my beautiful mother, from head to toe and back again.
'OK, night mum.' I leant over her and kissed her cheek. She blindly reached over to her bedside table again and grasped her night mask, which was basically one of those big face coverings that blocks out light completely. She slipped it over her head and said, 'good night sweetie.' She already sounded a little groggy. I slid off the bed and headed towards my room.
I was feeling really horny. I'd just watched an erotic 'thriller' with my mum and showed her my cock. I know she was pretending to sleep and I couldn't see her face, but I'm almost positive she was looking directly into my shorts as I adjusted myself, and to top it off she had rested her hand on my dick for about 5 minutes. I wanted to crack one out before I went to sleep. I got up and tip toed back to her room, I was going to 'borrow' another pair of her panties and slip them back in her drawer. I paused at the door and looked in on her. She was on her back, her chest rising and falling gently and she seemed to be peacefully sleeping. Keeping my eye on her, I scythed along the wall to her dresser and opened the top drawer, I slowly pulled it open and glanced in. I decided to pick out a simple white cotton pair, I was going to use them and then put them back on top of her other panties, so she'd pick them up next and wear them for our date tomorrow.