0 comments/ 613691 views/ 149 favorites A Helping Mother By: leon1446 It happened during my senior year in high school, shortly after my 18th birthday. I've always been shy around women and of course I was still a virgin. As a matter of fact, I had never been in more than a couple of dates in my whole adolescent life and they all have ended in near disasters. That meant of course that the only naked female flesh that I ever saw live was clad in swimsuit at the beach in the summer or in the public swimming pool, where I used to go in the winter. And believe me, that is not enough for a hormone loaded young man. I had of course watched my – generous – share of porn videos, read tons of magazines, etc. but I was eager to experience the real thing. What I want to say is, that I was always desperately horny, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. At that time (early 80's), I was living with my mother. My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old. I never had a very good relationship with my father. Instead, I grew up to be what they call mama's boy. My mother, - at that time in the age of 42 - was a pretty woman; dark hair, about 5' 6" tall, slightly overweight, but with a very good curvy figure – for her age. She has always been rather conservative, both in her choice of clothes as well as in her social life. She had a couple of close female friends, she used to go out with for coffee, shopping, etc. but I had never seen her going out with a man. I guess that she was too afraid to let another man in her life after the bad experience with my father. As you can understand we were very close. My mother was also my friend, my father and my older sister, the person I would go to for any problem I might had. I knew that she would take care of me no matter what. It was late October, when I went to a grill party a friend of mine from school had organized during the absence of his parents. As we had the whole house to ourselves for almost a whole weekend, it is rather amazing that we didn't burn it down completely. However I did manage to burn both my hands badly, when, after a couple of beers, I thought that I could carry burning coal with my bear hands. Both my palms were bandaged when my mother and I returned home that Sunday evening from the hospital. Only four of my fingers on each hand were not restrained by the bandage. I looked much like a boxer before he puts on his gloves. As soon as we got home, I received a major scolding from my mother for my "irresponsible and reckless" behavior. I was impossible to live with, I caused her nothing but sorrow and I would be the death of her. On top of that I would stay illiterate (as I would miss two weeks of school), and end up being a plumber's assistant - at best. I was not in particular pain due to the painkillers I was administered earlier, but the words of my mother ached more. She was right. She did everything she could to raise me properly and I went and did a stupid thing like that. I was heartbroken and loaded with guilt. On the next morning I realized with dismay that the problems had just begun. I was barely able to go alone to the bathroom to pee (I think that the first time I had to open my zipper with my teeth), managed somehow to pull through number 2 without any severe losses (in decency), but I was totally helpless when it came to taking a shower or bath. I was not even able to grip the sponge (let alone the soap), but even if I could, I was not supposed to, as the bandages had to remain dry. Once I realized that, I called my mother to the bathroom. "What is it, Simon?", she answered. "Mom, I really don't know how I am supposed to have a shower. I mean we could put plastic bags in my hands, but then I will not be able to grip anything. How am I going to wash my hair and ... myself?" "Do you see now why you must be careful and responsible at all times? Do you see how a second of negligence can lead to problems you couldn't possible have ever imagined?" "Mom, you are not helping here. I told you already a hundred times that I am sorry and that it will never happen again. Now, can you help me or do I have to stay dirty for the next two weeks?" "Well, I can wash your hair for you if you kneel in front of the tub, but I really don't know about the rest of your body. I mean, wouldn't it embarrass you to have me washing you ... naked? " "What? This is out of the question! I can't get naked in front of you. You are my mother!" "Do you think you were born with your clothes on young man? I have seen you naked more times that you have seen yourself. Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I believe that this is the only way. " "Mom, there's got to be another way. I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you." "I understand, and believe me it is not pleasant for me either. But there is no way you stay like that for the next two weeks. Besides, the embarrassment will be another lesson for your irresponsibility. Imagine what will happen if your friends found out that you are being washed by your mom like a baby ..." "No, mom, please don't let them find out. I won't be able to go back to school if that happens. Mom, promise me!" "Ok, Ok, I won't say anything. However now you have to be mature about this and let me help you with your bath. Come on, take your clothes off. " I told her to go out and that I would call her as soon as I was ready. It seemed to me that she was calmer now and that she might be finding the whole idea amusing. Perhaps it reminded her of the time I was a baby and she used to wash me every day. Of course I felt terrible that I had to endure this humiliation, like I was some invalid who couldn't help himself - which I was of course, I just didn't want to admit it. I took off my clothes as careful as I could and climbed into the bathtub. I had wrapped towels around my injured hands so that the bandages would not get wet. I turned around facing the wall (so my mother would not get to see my front when she entered) and I was ready to call my mother when suddenly it dawned me: I was about to stand naked in front of another person. In front of a woman. My penis flinched slightly at the thought of that as images of movies and pictures flooded my mind, picturing hot sex scenes that took places in bathrooms. But what was I thinking? Not a hot girl would step through the door, but my very own mother! And there was nothing sexual about was she was going to do. She was just going to help me take a shower because I was helpless. These thoughts gave me the courage to try and face the situation more maturely. However my cock had a mind of its own and simply refused to obey. On the contrary, it started to rise to the occasion. I stood there for more than 10 minutes figuring what to do. I couldn't possibly let my mom see me with a hard-on! "Simon, what are you doing? Is there a problem? ", my mother asked from behind the door. "It's alright mom, just a minute. " "Well, I'm coming in, I haven't got all day. " I instinctively put my hands before my semi-hard penis and turned my back to the door. My mother walked right to the bathtub and without taking even a look at me, let the water running, adjusting the temperature. I was momentarily relieved that she was taking this so matter-of–factly and I started to feel that there would be no problem. She was my mother for God's sake, it was expected from her to take care of her son, under all circumstances. My mother took the sponge and applied soap on it. Then she started soaping my neck and shoulders, in a – as it seemed to me – very professional manner. I was starting to feel at ease. This wasn't so hard! The dirty thoughts were gone and I was already feeling more comfortable. In fact, it felt really good to have someone wash you. My mom continued with my back and soon started to wash my ass. Just as I thought that she was going to continue with my thighs and legs, she squeezed the sponge between my ass cheeks and started to wash my crack. I felt like I had been stung by a bee. The attention my butt was getting from my mother was something I wasn't used to. It felt odd but also very good. She was moving the sponge up and down my crack for what it seemed like ages to me (in fact it was only a couple of seconds), occasionally touching my asshole with it. I never imagined that a touch "there" could be so stimulating. However it seemed that it was too stimulating. I discovered with awe that my penis was now fully erect under my towel-clad hands. Plus, it was time to turn around. "Come on, Simon, turn around so we can get it over with. " I blushed and slowly turned around. Mom started to wash my feet and legs first, slowly rising to the top. My hands were still in front of my private parts, and the towels were completely covering the view. "Come on, Simon, take your hands from there. I have to wash you all over. Besides, it's nothing I haven't seen a thousand times when you were growing up." I removed my hands, with my eyes firmly shut, my face purple red. I felt the sponge washing the inside of my thighs, then my balls and then passing quickly over my engorged penis. My mother did not say anything. And then it was over. She let the water running and started to rinse the soap from my body. She held my arm and turned me around, she even pushed my back down a little bit so she could let the water run in my ass crack. In no time at all, she was ready. She wrapped a towel around me and helped my out of the bathtub. "Can you do it on your own now? ", she asked. "Of course mom, ... eeeh ... thank you, mom", I managed to whisper. My mom disappeared and I was left alone in the bathroom. I felt so happy that this embarrassing moment was over and that it was not such a big deal after all. My mom did not seem to mind that I had a hard-on. In fact she didn't even seem to register it. I guess that she considered it natural – especially for someone my age. I was so happy that everything was back to normal and I was confident that there would no problem with the showering from now on. I had nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about! The showering soon became a routine. My mother would call me every afternoon around five to get ready. I would strip - in fact I didn't mind doing it in front of her any more - and then climb to the bathtub. She always started with my back paying this wonderful attention to my ass and then did my front. By the time I turned around, my penis was erect of course, but I didn't mind any more. One or two times I noticed that she looked at it but she never said anything or seemed to be bothered by it. Needless to say that, ever since the accident, I was in a state of constant arousal. The reason of course was that I couldn't masturbate. The 4 fingertips that were protruding from the bandages from each hand could not provide enough grip for me to rub my – "only" 6" long but pretty thick for its size - penis effectively. I couldn't jerk off, no matter what I tried. I even tried to lie on my stomach and rub it between my body and the bed, but it just didn't work. It was nice for a while but there was no way I could cum this way. And to make matters worse, I used to get a huge boner every time I thought about the bathing routine. The fact that I was naked in front of a woman – even if it was my mother – was very arousing. And on top of that, she got to see my cock fully erect and throbbing. I have been displaying my erection to her and somehow that was sending my hormones sky high. Of course I knew that it was wrong to think of my mother or the situation that way. She was only trying to help and I was – in a way – taking advantage of that, using her good deed as fuel for my fantasies. I felt terrible every time I had these nasty thoughts, but not being able to relieve myself, they kept coming back. Then on the following Saturday, it was time again for my daily shower. A week had passed since the accident and I had started to have a better feel in my hands. However I didn't say anything to mom, because by that time I lived for the 30 minutes that I got to be naked in front of her. It was the peak of my day. Hell, it was the peak of my sex life until then. So, I went to the bathroom, stripped and waited for her. I was already horny and spurting a massive erection. Soon my mom arrived and let the water running. She used to wear an old tight-neck sweater every time she bathed me, but today she was wearing an old cotton shirt, which showed a bit of her cleavage. Needless to say that that just made matters worse for my already throbbing penis. I pretended to fold my clothes, while I was actually trying to stall the whole process. It made me even hornier to walk around the bathroom butt naked. I felt so adult so mature, but also so naughty. Mom finally urged me to the bathtub and started washing me allover. She did my back and as she moved to my ass, I bend a little, leaning against the wall to give her easier access to my butt. The first time she had bathed me I had clenched my ass cheeks so tight that she had to force the sponge between them. However now I was totally letting myself go, pushing my ass outward to make it easier for her. She moved the sponge down my crack and I felt again the electrifying brush on my asshole. It felt so good and my penis got even harder. Now, it was time to wash my front. I turned around feeling a bit dizzy from the horniness and the warm water on me. This time mom was kneeling closer to the tub than usual and I nearly touched her with my penis as I turned. She startled but didn't say anything at the point. I was beyond embarrassment by then and I think I may have been subconsciously trying to touch her with my aching member. She was standing now, washing my shoulders, when she asked me: "Say, Simon, what is going on? " "What do you mean mom? " "What is the ... problem? " "The problem with what? " "Are you OK? Do you feel well these days? " "Sure, I mean my hands hurt less now and ..." "I don't mean physically, I mean psychologically. Are you OK? " "Oh, I see. Yes, I guess I am fine. " "Nothing out of the ordinary then? " "No, I wouldn't think so. Why do you ask? " "Well, ... I don't know how I should say this because I don't want to hurt your feelings or embarrass you, but I noticed during these few days that we are doing ... this, that you get ... well. ... pretty excited. "Exc ....?" , I managed to say and then it hit me. She was talking about my erection of course! I blushed immediately and wished to be anywhere else but there. So, it was NOT normal! So, she HAD noticed! And the worst of all, it DID bother her!!! "Mom... I ... eeh ... ", I mumbled but she hushed me. "Listen, you don't have to feel bad about it. I totally understand. It is natural for a boy your age to be in that state. Especially when someone else is touching you, even your mother. I don't mind at all, nor is it something I haven't seen before. It just ..., I mean ... it must be pretty hard for you to be like this, isn't it? " "Yeah, it is ... I mean it's not like I ... it ... is always like this, but when it is, ... it is. " "So, I assume that you weren't able to ... you know... relieve yourself ever since the accident? " WHAT? My mother knew that I was masturbating? A panic wave hit me and I suddenly felt I was not getting enough air. My face went the darkest of red you could ever imagine and I couldn't utter a word. My mom sensed that and she tried to calm me. "Come on, it's not such a big deal. It is perfectly natural. Everybody does it and I would be very concerned if you weren't. " "But ... how ... " I blurted. "How do I know about that? Oh, come on my boy, I wasn't born yesterday you know. A mother just knows. " Of course, I thought; cum stains on my underwear, maybe she found one or two magazines stashed in my closet or even a video in the VCR. I felt so ashamed but to my amazement my erection still refused to subside. "Well? ", mom asked. "Well what? ", I replied. "Are you able to ... do that ... now? " "Oh, ... eh, not really ... I mean no ... I don't think I can. " "And you are ... like that all the time? It must be horrible. I mean, isn't that a problem for you? " "Sure, I mean ... well, it's not all the time, but yeah it is a problem ... I guess. " I still wasn't able to express myself coherently. "Have you tried? " What? She's going into details now? When will this torture end? You have to picture this: I am standing in the bathtub naked, with my rigid penis only inches away from my mother's face who's washing my legs, discussing with her my masturbation habits. It has to be a dream. But is it a bad one? "Mom! I don't feel very comfortable talking to you about that! " "Of course you don't. Who else are you going to talk about it then? Isn't that a problem? Don't you have to do something to fix it? So, answer me, have you tried ... recently?" "Yes, I've tried but my hands, you know ... I can't do it. " "You don't have enough grip, right? Show me your hand. " She was done washing now and it was time for me to step out, but mom didn't move. I showed her my right hand (which I had nicknamed Mary because it was the affectionate one – if you know what I mean) with the four fingers protruding from the white bandage. "Can you curl them? " "What? " "Can you curl your fingers? Here, wrap them around my finger. " She pointed her right index finger to me. I grabbed it like mesmerized, all the time thinking that this was the most surreal moment of my entire life. I managed to wrap my fingers around hers and hold it tight. "There, you see. I think that you can do it after all. Is that your ... good hand? " "Yes, but ..." "No, buts. Come on try it out. " I was beyond shame now so I decided to go all the way. I started to move my fingertips up and down her finger imitating the masturbation movement. "Not my finger silly", she said. "Do it properly. Come on, give it a try." She took her finger away and for a moment I didn't know what she wanted me to do. "Ok, mom, I will try ... later sometime. You know it's not such a big deal. It's gonna be Ok. " "I mean now, Simon. Now. What's the matter with you? I have to make sure that everything it's OK. " I didn't believe my ears. She must be kidding. There was absolutely no possible way in the whole wide world that I was going not even as much as touch my penis in front of my mother. No, no, forget about it! My mother must have read my thoughts somehow. I was ready to jump out of the bathtub and run away, when the tone of her voice changed completely. Up until now she was talking to me in a strict yet concerned tone, reminding me of the time when I was sick and she was telling me to take my medicine and not be such a baby about it. She approached me from the side, put her hand around my waist - my naked waist! - and almost whispered in my ear: "Simon, my boy, I know this is difficult, I know that this is embarrassing, but we have to make absolutely sure that everything is OK with you. I don't want this accident to have any kind of consequences on your life or mine. It's totally natural and you have to feel good about it. Doesn't it feel good when you do it?" Her right hand was slowly caressing my waist and her left was leaning against my left shoulder. I wanted to reply but I had a knot in my throat as big as a watermelon. "Yyy...hm, yes, ... it does feel good ..." "So, if it feels good there is nothing wrong with it then. Everybody does it. Even women do it, you know. Hell, even I do it sometimes.' I felt like I was hit with a hammer. A fresh new load of blood rushed to my penis and I really thought I was going to explode. My mother, masturbating? My mother? MY mother? I stood there motionless and speechless trying to figure out a way to react to that. A Helping Mother Ch. 02 NOTE: Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback and your kind words. They really kept me going! I managed to climb into the bathtub with trembling legs. Mother began the bathing routine as though nothing was out of the ordinary. As though she was not dressed the sexiest I had ever seen a woman in flesh. I kept turning my head stealing glances at her while she was doing my back. Her tits kept bouncing and rubbing to the thin silk of the baby doll top as she was gently lathering me. Her perky nipples were pointed and created a small tent around the beautiful areolas that lay beneath. Soon my back was covered in thick foam and mom started moving her hand lower. This time I put all shame aside and quite brazenly bent over, put my hands on my knees and stuck out my ass as far out as possible. I felt my puckered asshole twitch as it was revealed to the eyes of my mother. She didn't waste any time. She passed the washcloth over my crack and inserted her finger in my rectum. I took a sharp breath and felt my penis throbbing with anticipation. I could have touched myself at that moment but I knew that if I did I would cum in a matter of seconds. And something was telling me that the best was yet to come. Mom was circling her middle finger – clad in the washcloth – in my tight asshole while massaging and groping my butt cheeks with her palm. I didn't hesitate for a moment to moan out loudly. I wanted her to know that I was on the verge of exploding. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a short sharp pain in my anus followed by a wonderful filling sensation. I realized that mom had shoved a second finger in my ass and quite openly started to finger fuck me with short but violent thrusting movements. "Ohhhhh!", I groaned and pushed my ass back at her fingers. "We ... have ... to ... get ... you ... extra ... clean ... don't we?" mom asked, every word accompanied by a forward push of her hand. "Mom ... ohhhh ... I can't stand ... it. I ... have to ...", I managed to say but it was enough. Mom understood. She took her fingers out of my ass and spun me around. "Come on, baby! Do it, what are you waiting for?" I grabbed my penis from the base of the shaft and enjoyed the wonderful sensation to be able to wrap my entire hand around it after so much time. Today I could work with the whole hand, not just the bandaged fingertips. And I would enjoy the hell out of it. Although I was the most physically aroused I had ever been in my life, I managed to convince myself to make it last. I started to stroke my penis with long slow movements, using the oozing precum as lubrication. With the other hand I cupped my cum-filled balls and fondled them gently. I let a satisfying moan escape my lips and turned my gaze to the object of my desire. Mother had walked away from the tub and was sitting on the closed toilet seat, some 4 feet away, facing me. She had spread her legs, one on each side of the seat with the champagne-colored garment covering her lower body up to her mid-thighs. The red painted toe nails that crowned her pedicured feet and the high heeled slippers that accentuated the form of her smooth calves created a sexy image that I have never dared to dream of. I lifted my gaze and was pleased to see that she had already lowered the left shoulder strap of her gown and started on the right one. The silken top fell from her breasts revealing her full, round, slightly sagging tits. Her areola had a vivid red color and the nipples were literally throbbing from the arousal (or so it seemed to me). She cupped her tits with her hands and lifted them slightly. Using her thumb and index finger of each hand, she rubbed her hard nipples making them stand out even more. As if on cue, she pressed her thighs together, closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned loudly. I noticed that the part of the gown that was covering her lower torso had a big stain on it and that she kept rubbing this spot with her thighs. Suddenly she stopped, her whole body jerked a few times and then collapsed on the seat, letting out a loud sigh of relief. Only much later did I realize that I had just witnessed my mother climaxing before my very eyes. Meanwhile I had been stroking my cock slowly while my eyes feasted on the ample tits of my mother. I tried to absorb every detail, every inch of this wonderful sight. The few freckles that were scattered on her breasts, their shape, their form, I even tried to imagine what they would smell like. I quickened my pace as I felt that I was beginning to reach the end. "Mom ...", I called to her, panting. Mother opened her eyes as if she woke from a dream. She looked at me absentminded and her gaze fell on my engorged penis. She smiled and I could see that her eyes were glistening; they were almost glassy. I had never seen a look like this in my mother's face before. Although inexperienced I sensed that this was a look of a woman with a huge sexual appetite. She seemed so sexy, so wanton, so incredibly desirable, that I started pounding even harder and faster. Still, I wanted more. "Mom ... please ... show me ..." "What, baby? Tell me. I'll do anything you want.", she said without taking her eyes off my swollen member. "Please ... show me ... I wanna see..." I had masturbated so many times in front of her and I still couldn't ask something inappropriate from her. Mom thought that I meant her tits. She cupped them and lifted them creating an incredibly sexy cleavage. "Ah, you like mommy's boobies, honey? Look at them, aren't they nice?" she said and lowered her head towards them. She brazenly flicked her tongue over her left nipple. I gasped as I felt my blood rushing through my veins. That was great, that was very, very nice but it's not what I meant. "Mom..", I said while I kept pounding faster and faster. "Show me ... your ass ... I wanna see your ass! Please show me!" Mom hesitated for a moment but realizing that I was about to cum, stood up quickly, turned around and kneeled on the toilet seat facing the wall without bothering to take her sexy slippers off. She bend forward only a little as she didn't have so much space, and with her left hand started raising the silken gown which covered her behind. She did not wear any panties. With one smooth motion, her voluptuous ass was revealed to me in all its glory. Two perfectly curved globes of ample flesh, a dark cleft between them that concealed the door to heaven and a small – almost inexistent – tuft of hair down below. I could clearly see the tan lines that separated the tanned outer part of her round cheeks from the creamy white center of her butt. Moaning and grunting running my hand faster and faster along my shaft I couldn't take my eyes from mom's naked plump ass. I imagined what it would feel like to touch the silky skin, to knead these juicy buttocks, to make her ass mine. Mom turned her head around and smiled mischievously at me as if she'd read my mind. She bent forward a little more, giggled her ass and with her left hand gripped her left butt cheek and spread it for me. The moment I saw the little puckered ring that crowned her ass, I felt I had been hit by a lightning. The sperm thrusted out of my balls and cock with such force that my body started jerking uncontrollably. My head fell back and I let out a loud and intense moan as I sprayed countless ropes of semen all around me. Gradually I stopped pounding my cock as the last drops of jism were squeezed out of me. I opened my eyes and realized that some of my cum has landed on my mother's ass. She was now rubbing it with her hand all over her butt like some moisturizing lotion. When she was done, she stood up carefully, straightened her gown, gave me a peck on the forehead and left. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, trying to come to my senses after the incredible sensation I had just experienced. "Oh, my God!", I thought. "It cannot possibly get any better than that!". Much did I know. A Helping Mother Ch. 03 For some reason the next morning I woke up particularly horny. I always thought that when I started to have a regular sex life (or rather sexual relief in this case) my hormone level would subside and that I wasn't going to think about sex all the time. Now I was starting to realize that the contrary was the case. The more and better the sexual encounters were getting between me and my mom, the more I thought about them and the hornier I was – almost all the time. As it was Saturday I didn't bother to get dressed so I walked into our kitchen to have some breakfast clad only in a t-shirt and my boxer shorts. Mother was already there, wearing a nightie and a robe while making coffee. "Good morning sweetie!" she greeted me. "Sleep well?" "Like a baby, mom!" was my instant reply. We had breakfast as usual, chatting about the weather, plans for the summer, etc, a typical conversation between mother and son. But that was only on the surface. While I was watching her, sitting on the chair, getting up to fetch something from the fridge, crossing her legs or tucking them under the chair, her robe opening revealing the flimsy nightie she wore, my arousal kept growing until it reached the point where it actually hurt. However our little daily get together in the bathroom lay hours ahead. It seemed that I urgently had to find relief on my own. Once I was finished, I stood up and carried my plate to the sink. As I passed in front of the table on my way upstairs to the privacy of my room where I could replay my fantasies, I saw that the tent in my shorts had caught my mother's attention. She must have hesitated at first because she didn't call to me until I was in the middle of the stairs. "Simon, wait, I want to ask you something!" she called and walked into the living room. I turned around, my hard-on out in the open as embarassment was a thing of the past. "Yes mom, what is it?" "Where are you going?" she asked. "Eeeh... in my room, upstairs." I answered. "What are you going to do there?" Normally my initial reaction would be to lie, to make something up, like "going to get dressed", or "lie down", "read a book" or the even less believable "do my homework". But my intentions as I was standing in front of my mother with my stiff cock in my shorts pointing at her, were so self-evident that I thought it was pointless to lie. Of course I wasn't going to say the truth – I wasn't so bold yet – but I kind of hoped she would understand without having to spell it out for her. Thankfully she did it for me. "Are you going up there to jerk-off?" I was shocked with her boldness but compared with what I experienced the last few weeks, it was a mild shock. "Well, I guess so ... I mean, probably yes." I replied. "Is that OK?" "Of course it is OK, I am the one who told you that this is the most natural thing in the world. It's just that, you know, I thought you had realized by now that you don't have to do it secretly any more. I mean unless you want to." she said and I could swear she was blushing, something I had never seen her doing. "What don't you come down here and show me how you do it, sitting comfortably for once and taking your time?" she asked sheepishly. "Maybe I could give you a tip or two." How can I say no to that? My legs started moving towards the couch in the living room. This numbing sensation I had every time in the bathroom overwhelmed me again. I sat on the couch with my mother in the armchair opposite from me. Slowly, she crossed her legs showing off her perfect little toes, nails painted red and lit a cigarette. Once she exhaled (My God, she did that sexually as well!) she motioned at me. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" I took off my shirt in a rapid motion and then hesitantly, I hooked my thumbs in my shorts and started lowering them. All the time I kept looking at her in the eyes, waiting for her to call it off and send me upstairs with a scolding. But then I took my boxer shorts completely off and suddenly I was naked in front of her. I put my feet up on the couch and opened them a little bit. My penis stood prominently before her, arisen to full mast. I lowered my right hand but resisting the urge I felt I didn't grab it and started beating away. Instead I started caressing the rigid shaft with my one hand, while cupping and caressing my balls with the other. Of course all the while gazing at her. My mother was smoking and looking at me as though she was watching something very interesting and amusing. She cracked a mischievous smile when I cupped my balls and nodded approvingly when I started rubbing my precum all over my cock to make it slicker. I had now started pounding faster because I couldn't take it any longer. Secretly I hoped that she would start showing me her body as she did in the bathroom the previous day, but I didn't want to say anything to spoil the moment. To my dismay, however, I saw her standing up. "Wait." she said. "I'll be right back." She was back very quickly and presented a lotion tube. "Here, try some of this. It will help. " I took the lotion and spread it all over my lower abdomen, caressing and rubbing it on my thighs and stomach. It felt so nice and warm, the slick sensation made my penis throb. I grabbed my cock again and started stroking slowly. My hand didn't have a good grasp on my lubricated penis and that made my strokes only half as effective as before. That meant that my arousal heightened gradually and the pleasure prolonged. With my left hand I kept cupping and fondling my lubricated balls and I started to rub the lotion all over my scrotum. My hand slipped a bit lower and the lotion reached the tip of my ass crack. My mother didn't miss that and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, that's right! That's very good. Go on!" she exclaimed. Boldly I raised my legs off the couch and pushed my ass forward, opening my crack and exposing my puckered anus in all its glory. My hands started trembling now and my heart was pounding faster. I was about to touch myself in a place I had not dared to touch before, and that with the eyes of my mother feasting on me. I felt a cool breeze on my asshole as it was revealed between my ass cheeks and I started rubbing the lotion all over my exposed butt. Every time I brushed over my anus, I felt an electrifying sensation that sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, while stroking my penis I put the tip of my finger on my asshole and pushed lightly. "Oh, that must feel very good honey. Don't be afraid, put it all in, it's an amazing feeling." my mother urged me. I followed her advice and probed my asshole with my finger. Just as I thought that it wouldn't go in, my anus opened beneath it and welcomed it in the depths of my butt. To say that it felt like heaven would be a huge understatement. I gasped and felt my dick bursting. I started pounding frantically on it and cursed the lotion that made it last so long. I needed to cum right then and there, I couldn't cope with so much arousal. I wanted to push my finger in and out of my asshole imitating the fucking movement, but my position was very awkward and my hand still not fully healed. It started to hurt. Unwillingly I took it out and lowered my feet. "No, what happened honey, what's the matter?" my mother asked raising from the armchair. "Wasn't it good?" "It was great mom, but I can't reach so far down with this hand. It still hurts." I replied. "OK, then maybe I can help." she said and climbed on the couch facing me. She stood up on the couch barefoot. "Lift your legs my boy and continue with what you were doing." she urged me. I raised my legs as far up as I could, bringing my knees on the same level with my shoulders. At this position my penis touched my belly so I started rubbing it on my belly instead of stroking. That felt great! My mother took the lotion and poured some on her left foot. Slowly she touched my scrotum and started fondling my balls with her pedicured little toes. I couldn't take it any longer and I felt that the climax was near. I started moaning and trembling. Her foot went lower and touched my puckered anus. Her big toe circled a little bit around it making me want to rip my penis off. The sensation was unbelievable but heightened even more when she applied pressure on my virgin asshole trying to break through. I try to raise my legs even more to give her better access and pushed my ass even farther out. When she finally managed it and her big toe plunged deep into my arse, she sent me over the edge. I cried out loud from the ecstasy and came in gushes. My penis was on fire and the hot cum was literally flooding my belly and chest, it even landed on my face and hair. This orgasm combined with the wonderful filling sensation in my butt was apocalyptic... When I finally came to my senses I saw her above me, standing on the couch smiling. Her toe was still plucked in my asshole. It still felt so good that I didn't want her to take it out. However she did so with a laudable "pop". I lowered my legs and tried to catch my breath. "That was lesson number one sweetie, you still have a lot to learn", she said to me as she climbed down from the couch and put her sexy slippers on. A Helping Mother Ch. 04 I somehow managed to drag my legs upstairs where I collapsed on my bed. It took me about half an hour to regain my strength. I went to the bathroom and washed off the sperm off my belly and chest. I was surprised to realize that instead of exhausted and drained after this monumental orgasm, I actually felt alert and full of energy. I felt like I could run across the town and back with no effort at all, like I could chop down an entire forest. I was thinking of what to do about that, when my gaze fell to our backyard outside the bathroom window. Mom had been begging me for months to dig her a flower bed around the big oak tree in the backyard. The tools were there but until now I never felt up to the task. Now however was the perfect time. I hastily put some clothes on and went downstairs. Mother was nowhere to be found; perhaps she went out for groceries. I went outside and grabbed the shovel. I dug and shuffled earth like a madman for at least one hour. Although it was mid October it was sunny and warm and soon I was drenched in my sweat. I took my t-shirt off and kept working. Our backyard was small, so small that we couldn't possible fit a pool there (which was my mom's dream), but it was surrounded by a high picket fence intertwined with ivy that made it impenetratable to any bypasser's eyes. Our house was the last on the street so the backyard was completely isolated. Last year mom had bought some comfortable reclining chairs and she would often sunbathe in the summer there. I was nearly ready with the flower bed when I realized that I've had an erection (again!) for quite a while now. It seems that the physical exercise was not enough to funnel my pent up energy effectively. Finally the job was done, so I put the shovel down and laid down on one of the reclining chairs. The warm sun felt good on my body and this pleasant feeling just made me hornier. I slipped my hand inside my shorts and firmly grasped my cock. I fondled it a little bit but then decided to throw caution in the wind and go for the full monty. I took off my shorts together with my underwear and threw them on the other chair nearby. I was now naked with my penis at full mast under the clear blue sky. I started with long strokes going all the way from the bottom of my cock to the very tip of the bulbous head. It felt great. It seemed that I was lost in a trance replaying the events of the last few days in my mind, so I didn't hear the sound of the door opening behind me. What I heard was the voice of my mother standing beside me. "My, my, you are an insatiable little monster, aren't you?" she said, looking at me with her arms crossed. Instinctively I panicked and for a fraction of a second I tried in vain to cover my private parts. However I immediately realized that it was just mom, so I didn't need to hide my erect penis. "Don't let me bother you honey, I will just push the chair over here to catch the sun better", she said and brought the other chair opposite of mine, facing me. She lied down and put her legs up. Only then I noticed that she was wearing a silk robe. I resumed my jacking off at once, gazing at her legs and her perfectly pedicured little toes that crowned her feet. Her eyes were closed but I was pretty sure that she was peeking to see her son masturbating blatantly in front of her. Slowly, she untied her belt and let the robe slide from her body. Mom was naked underneath. I gasped and I was so shocked that I stopped beating off. I could see her heavy, only slightly sagging tits with the pink areolas and the delicious pointed and aroused nipples. Their form, their mass and their shape were perfect in my eyes. Without I thinking I grabbed my cock and starting jerking it with fervor. My gaze kept going lower to her smooth belly and her small, sexy belly button until it stopped at the most forbidding of all places. My mother's pussy. She had shaved it in a landing strip pattern which made it look incredibly sexy and desirable. I looked at her mound with the brown little curly hair and I felt I was in heaven. I couldn't help wondering what lay deep between her legs. As if she read my mind, she slowly started to open her legs to my hungry eyes. I could see her puffed lips parting revealing her pink labia in all its glory. The inside of her thigh was glistening which meant that she was very aroused herself as well. I now started masturbating frantically. Her beautiful pussy was spread before my eyes and I could also see her clit, just underneath the hair strip. My hand was now a piston on my penis going up and down so fast, that I thought I would rip it off. My mother saw that and decided to act. "Hey there tiger, ease up! You're going to hurt yourself." She raised her naked upper body from the chair a little bit and rested on her elbows, making her tits spill to the sides. I stopped at once and looked at her. "Faster is not always better," she said. "Sometimes you have to take it slow. I know it's hard when you on the verge, but if you are patient you'll be handsomely rewarded. Come over here and let me show you." She waved with her hand for me to sit on the end of her chair right in front of her feet. I raised myself, went over and straddled her chair. My penis was pointing directly at her between her pretty feet. Mom put her feet down on the grass and scooched a little lower making her ripe tits jiggle. When she put them up on the chair again they fell right on my lap. She started caressing my abdomen with her feet and massaging me with her toes. She started getting lower and lower until she firmly grasped my cock between them. I took a deep breath and moaned. Using her left foot to steady my cock, she used the right one to stroke it lengthwise. When she reached the top, she used her fingers to circle around the head intensifying my pleasure. I cried like I was in pain from the immense arousal and my hands started to tremble. I wanted to grab my cock and start pounding but I knew I had to be patient because there was more to come. Her left foot now went lower and started ever so gently to fondle my semen filled balls. I was in heaven. I looked at her, not at her body that lay naked before me but directly at her eyes. I could see from the way she was looking at my throbbing penis that she was enjoying this just as much as I was. She kept caressing and half-stroking me for a while until I couldn't take it any longer. "Mum... please....I can't..." I whispered short of breath. Thankfully she decided to give me relief. She put both her feet on my cock, each to each side and started beating me off. The wonderful sensation of my penis rubbing between her soft soles together with the sight of her pretty red painted toenails next to my swollen cockhead were too much. I cried out loud for one last time and started cumming in gushes for the second time this day. I closed my eyes and fell back on the chair, with my body shaking and trembling, all the while mom was milking my cock with her sexy feet. My orgasm slowly subsided and the relief was so enormous that I really felt like crying. I tried to catch my breath and stand up. The chair cushion was a mess from the cum that had stained it all over. Once again I started towards the bathroom to clean myself up. A Helping Mother Ch. 05 NOTE: Please forgive the long wait. The next and last chapter will be posted within the next days so the story will soon be complete. Thank you! ================================ While washing myself off (once again) in the bathroom, I was replaying the recent events of the last weeks in my mind. The whole thing started from an innocent bath that a mother was giving her son because of his injuries. It has however since unraveled beyond my wildest fantasies, resulting in the wonderful, unforgettable feet-job my mother had just given me. Whenever I thought of her perfect little feet on my swollen cock, I felt a warm feeling inside. My dick however was silent. Exhausted and abused, it didn't even flinch when I thought of what had just happened minutes ago. I absentmindedly looked outside the bathroom window that overlooked our backyard. Mother was still lying on the chair naked as I had left her. As soon as I saw what she was doing though, I froze. She had tucked both her hands between her legs and was moving them up and down furiously. I couldn't have a clear view of all the action because she was facing the other way and the foliage of the oak tree partly obstructed my view. She was undoubtedly however masturbating. Normally a sight like this would send my hormones sky high inflating my cock instantly. My mother naked, lying on a chair, her legs spread wide (even if they were facing the other way) and her beautiful ripe tits jiggling from the movement of her hands. I instinctively lowered my hand to my penis, only to discover that it hang down flaccid. I tried to jerk it to consciousness but all my efforts were futile. It just refused to respond. I cursed my luck that I was letting such a moment slip away, but I knew there was nothing I could do. Besides, what I had just experienced was by all measures far superior. I walked into my room and fell on the bed. Moments later I was asleep. I woke up hours later from the sound of the TV downstairs. There was a wonderful smell in the air coming from the kitchen and only then did I realize that I had missed lunch. My stomach groaned, so I put some clothes on and headed downstairs. Mom seemed in a great mood while making dinner. She kissed me on the cheek when I entered and waved me to sit down. We had a wonderful meal that we both enjoyed judging from my mom's happy demeanor. We chatted as usual about mundane things and if anybody could see or hear us he wouldn't possibly be able to suspect what had transpired between us hours ago. Only if he could somehow poke into my brain would he be flabbergasted by the images that flooded my mind. You see, while superficially making small talk with mom, I could not take the image of her masturbating out in the backyard. I watched her hands as she poured water in my glass or passed me a plate and all I could think was that these hands were rubbing her pussy just a while ago. I wanted to grab them, kiss them, suck them but most of all I wanted to see her pleasuring herself again. How could I achieve that? Needless to say of course that my cock was back on track spurting a massive erection as I was picturing her naked body and the thing that she did to me with her lovely feet. It became increasingly difficult to focus on our conversation and my mom naturally noticed that. "What's up honey? You look a bit absentminded. Are you still tired?" "No... tired? Of course not. It's nothing, I just..." I blurted. "Are you perhaps... thinking about what happened before? In the backyard?" she asked giving me a concerned look. "Well...yes... and you know, I am a little, I mean..." God! She had just wanked me with her feet and I still couldn't spell it out! "You are thinking about it and you got excited, is that it? Don't worry, you have to know by now that I don't mind. In fact I find it quite flattering." She stood up carrying her plate to the sink. "And of course I am always here to help you find relief as promised" she continued and sat back down opposite me. "But there is something I have to clear up with you. It's one thing to help you find relief by providing some kind of... let's say visual aid whenever you need it and a completely different story when it gets... well, physical." "But I-" I protested. "I know, I know. You have been a perfect gentleman so far. It was me that got ... carried away and initiated the physical contact, first here and then out in the back." She looked me in the eyes and continued. "But this stops here. There will absolutely be no touching between us. A young virile boy such as yourself feels aroused by any woman he sees, even his mother. It's not perfectly OK but boys do spy on their mothers getting dressed or undressed or search their underwear drawers. This is part of growing up. But getting into physical contact... that's not OK. It is unnatural and perverse. Please promise me that whatever we do from now on, you will never lay a finger on me. And I will do the same, whether we like it or not. Otherwise, this stops now." I nodded and reassured her that I would never touch her in an inappropriate way. After all I loved and respected her too much to do that. She seemed satisfied and gave me a peck in the cheek. She then moved close to my ear and whispered: "Apart from that however, you can ask me anything you want..." I gulped and felt my cock stretching the material of my shorts. Her warm breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine. "Well, actually... I am pretty excited right now." I said and pushed back my chair revealing the tent in my crotch. Mom giggled. "Oh God, what have I done? Your little monster just can't get enough, huh?" Instead of replying, I just shrugged my shoulders. "So what would you like to do?" she asked smiling. I summoned my courage and looked her straight in the eyes. "I want to see you doing... the thing you were doing in the yard... when I left." At first she looked me a little confused, then she realized what I was talking about and her eyes opened in amazement. She smiled and gave me that mischievous look that I had come to adore. "Were you spying on me you naughty boy? Shame on you watching your mother pleasuring herself," she said coyly. Hearing her admitting it so openly, I felt the familiar numbing that preceded the afternoon trysts with her. My penis was throbbing now. Mom paused for a moment, thinking. "Say honey, you don't have a lot of experience with girls do you?" "Ah, no, not particularly." I replied. "So, you don't know much about a woman's body, is that right?" I nodded no. I really liked the way this was going. "Hmm, I think perhaps a lesson in basic female anatomy is in order, what do you say? After all it is for your education, it's not just for pleasure, right?" "Uh-uh." I eagerly agreed. Words suddenly seemed so pointless. My mom turned towards the door of the kitchen. "I am going now upstairs to my bedroom. If you are in an... educative mood, come up in twenty minutes." The next twenty minutes lasted more than hours. I heard the shower running and then the sound of her feet running to her bedroom. I stripped very slowly, gathered my clothes and brought them up to my room. I went to the bathroom which was full of the steam of her quick shower and looked for the lotion she had given me this morning. Once I found it, I started applying the warm liquid all over my penis, balls and ass. This time I wanted to make it last as long as physically possible. It was, I think, the first time in my life that I was walking through the house completely naked and with my penis at full mast. It was also the first time that I felt confident about what lay ahead. It felt great knowing that mom was 100% OK with what we were doing as long as there would be no touching. And of course I wasn't fool enough to spoil what we had by disrespecting her decision - or so I thought at the time. I reached her bedroom door and stopped. I raised my hand towards the handle but then decided to knock instead. "Come in, honey." I heard my mother say, "School is now in session." I opened the door slowly and walked in. Mom was lying on the bed covered with a white bed sheet up to her neck. This was not quite what I expected to see but I would not let that discourage me. She motioned me to sit at the edge of the bed opposite her. She saw my abdomen glistening from the lotion I had applied and gave me an approving smile. "I see that you catch on quick. Very well my boy! Nevertheless I think that we should take it slowly this time, what do you say? I promise you, you won't regret it." "Sure", I said. "I think... I can do that." "Well, let's start then." She pushed herself up a little so that she rested on the headboard in an upright position, still covered with the sheet though. "As you probably know, the female body has several erogenous zones. The ear, the lips of course, the neck and also the shoulders, if you treat them right, you can achieve miracles" she said and traced the respective parts of her body with her right finger. When she got to the shoulders, she lowered the sheet a little bit. She started caressing the part from one shoulder to the other, lingering with the tips of her fingers in the neck area. "You have to be gentle, both with your hands and with your mouth. Small kisses are perfect for this but the reaction you'll get from the occasional gentle nibbling will also surprise you." Her voice started to tremble a bit. Her eyes were half closed and she seemed to be enjoying herself. She began to lower the tips of her fingers lower than the neck, pushing the sheet down while caressing her smooth skin. I could see her breasts rising with each shallow breath she took. "All this area is fine too, but the spot you really need to concentrate is of course a bit lower..." she said and lowered the sheet beneath her lovely breasts. Man, what a sight! Her tits in their glorious and bare magnificence revealed themselves before my eyes. I gasped although I had seen them only hours ago. My mom had truly awesome, slightly heavy breasts, but not particularly saggy, with a soft, full roundness. The skin was smooth like silk and milky white in color. Her nipples, engorged from her arousal were now looking as fairly large pebbles, more red than pink. There was nothing I wanted to do more at that moment than dive into them and lick them, suck them, stroke them, own them. But... I had to keep my promise. Mom slowly traced a line around the top of each breast and down the side again. She drew a finger to the center of her right breast and circled it around her pink areola, tracing the outside edges, spiraling inwards until she gently stroked her aroused nipple. "Breast stimulation is an essential... part of the foreplay and any... woman will be grateful for the attention she is getting... here", mom said with a husky voice, pausing to catch her breath. She reached up with her other hand and ran another finger over her left breast. Now both were getting pleasure and obviously sending simultaneous slight waves of pleasure through her body, since her breathing had gradually become deeper and harder. She began to lightly flick her fingers over her engorged nipples. Seeing her running her fingers around them in tiny, light circles and gently squeezing them, while sitting opposite her with my penis throbbing, was an incredible experience. I was thankful for the powerful orgasms I had experienced earlier, otherwise I wouldn't be able to last a second. "You can also... use your mouth... on them. We really... like that." Mom said and brought her right hand to her right breast and wrapped it around it, barely able to get a hand on of half of her luscious breast. She started to massage her breast as she held it, and brought it close to her mouth. She slipped her tongue down on to it and started tapping the tip of her tongue down onto her pink nipple. A wave of pleasure seemed to pass through her body and she moaned loudly. She slowly began to run her tongue in circles around her nipple, gently at first, then harder and harder. Her body started to tremble slightly and I could see her legs moving under the sheet, as she was trying to rub them together. While still playing with her tongue on her right breast, she used her left hand to grab her left tit. Holding it in her hand but barely containing the tender flesh, she pinched the large nipple with her thumb and index finger, rolling it between them. She let a moan escape her lips and her body writhed. She continued fondling both her ample breasts as a strong orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out one last time, brought her body off the bed, pushing the sheet down to her belly and collapsed on the mattress. I was looking at her mesmerized. I could never imagine that watching a woman climaxing would be such a fascinating sight. Mom was lying on the bed breathing heavily and still holding both her breasts. It was an incredibly erotic image so I started stroking my cock enjoying the view of her naked body. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Wow, that was... very nice. I never thought I could... feel this way, just from touching my...breasts." I felt that she was being careful to use the right words. "Anyway," she sighed, "on with our lesson, shall we?" I nodded affirmatively and continued to slowly stroke my cock, enjoying the slick sensation of the lotion on my skin. I looked at my mother who had started to lift the sheet off her body. "I won't tire you with the other parts of the body, you know belly, etc. I suggest we go straight to the main chapter that both you and me are eagerly waiting for, what do you say?" she asked and without waiting for an answer she took the sheet completely off her body. She now revealed her lower torso and her beautiful long legs to me. To my amazement I saw that she was wearing panties. I was taken aback for a moment because I really thought she would be totally naked. However once I got a closer look at it I changed my mind. The garment was so miniscule that it seemed as though it were a white lacy patch that was covering her crotch, not an underwear. It also seemed to be a couple of sizes too small - probably a remnant of my mother's sexually active days -- because a very clear and moist camel toe was forming on it. Mom did not want to waste any time, so she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the flimsy undergarment and started lowering it down her thighs. There was quite a bit of wiggling around to maneuver it down and around her ass and hips since it was such a snug fit. Needless to say that I wasn't bothered at all by the difficulty since the swaying of her full breasts actually added to my ever growing arousal. To make it a bit easier, she lifted her legs off the bed, bringing her knees on the same level with her chest. As she proceeded to peel off the panties, I was first treated to the sight of her dark cleft that parted her juicy ass cheeks and then her puffy hairless pussy lips, moist from the secretions of her vagina. A rich, musky female scent filled the air of the room. I moaned at the sight and started to masturbate a little faster. She tossed the panties on the floor and put her legs back down on the bed spreading them. "This is the female vagina," mom said and brought her left hand down to her crotch. She used her index and middle finger to part her wet vulva exposing her inner pussy lips. With a third finger she parted these too and showed me the bulb of her clitoris and the opening of her vagina. Her beautiful pink clit was resting just beneath the small rectangular tuft of brown hair. Using her right hand she pointed to her pussy lips and tried to explain to me in a husky voice what was what. Once she was done with her pussy, she spread her thighs further and went lower. She put her left hand under her left buttock, gripped it and spread her ass. My mother's puckered asshole was now exposed in all its glory. The skin around it was clean and pink. Mom brushed with her finger over it. "This is another area that deserves your attention. You may play around here... gently and always well lubricated... and if the woman responds positively... you may begin to poke a little bit to test the water". She pressed lightly on her puckered rosebud and after a while she slid her finger inside her anus up to the first knuckle. "Ohh... this feeling can be quite exhilarating... as you recently found out yourself, don't you agree?" she said and pushed her finger further all the way up her butt stretching the sphincter muscles. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She started breathing heavier while pushing her finger slowly in and out her ass. All this fingering around must have made her very horny, because abruptly she stopped talking, put her other hand on her snatch and started rubbing her pussy brazenly before me. "Now... I am ... going to ... show you... how ... a woman... pleasures herself." she said pausing to catch her breath. She used two fingers to run up and down her dewy slit, trailing juices to her ass which was being fucked by her other finger and then back up to her hard nub. When she brought them down again she let them slide into her pussy. I could hear her pussy squelching and her sexy female aroma filling the air. A constant stream of short wails and "mmm—mmmm—uhhh-uhhhh" came from my mother as she masturbated openly before me. I quickened my pace on my cock which was now oozing precum, not taking my eyes from this wonderful sight. I sensed she was close to the end, because she lifted her legs up to her chest again and opened her slit more wide. She used three fingers to rub the folds of her pussy in a circular motion, paying extra attention to her clit. She started stroking faster and faster and her moan was now a constant wailing. "Ooooohhhhh... yesss... uhhh... honey.... I am about...mmmm... to cum" she said and closed her eyes. I don't know what came over me at that precise moment, but somehow I felt I had to do something. I respected and loved my mother very much and would never deliberately ignore a direct request of hers. In spite of that though, I moved up on the bed and came closer to her. I felt like I was outside my body watching me. Mom had her eyes firmly shut, so she didn't see me lowering my head to her crotch. I was now seeing her fingers up close, rubbing and stroking her dripping pussy. I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and plunged down on her cunt. When my tongue first made contact with her pussy, she almost jumped and tried to bring her legs back down. I put my hands on her knees and gently pushed them up again so her pussy would remain open to me. I licked and sucked, not having a clue of what I was doing. The taste of her juices and the feeling of her tender pussy folds were so infatuating, they made me wanting to go on forever. "No, no, no, no... don't... you mustn't...uhhh... please don't...ohhh... don't... mmmm... don't stop! Ohhh, lick my pussy darling... make me cum!" It seemed she was giving me the green light after all. Mom grabbed my head and started stroking my hair in a circular pattern. I imitated her action and started to lick around her aroused clit in the same manner. At the same time I slid two of my fingers inside her pussy and started fucking her rhythmically. Mom moaned again and pressed my head between her legs. She tasted so good -- I just couldn't get enough. I brought my tongue lower and stuck it in as deep as I could into her and began fucking her. Meanwhile my fingers played with her enlarged clit. Delivering the final coup de grace, I slipped my right index finger inside her well lubricated asshole. I was now fucking my mother's pussy with my tongue while finger-fucking her ass. I was officially in heaven. A Helping Mother Ch. 05 Mom came hard against my face in a furious orgasm, rubbing her wet, juicy cunt wildly against my face, covering it with her lust juices all over. She moaned and screamed, squirmed on the bed and pulled on my hair so strong it hurt. She clenched her thighs around my head and in one final thrust she arched her back off the bed, only to collapse back down moments later. She went limb like a broken doll. I stood up, scooted down the bed a bit and decided to deal with my throbbing erection. I knew it wouldn't be long now. I wiped my mouth clean and rubbed my hand on my cock. The fact that my engorged penis was now coated with my mother's pussy juices only added to my already maxed out arousal. I started stroking it enjoying the view of my mother's naked body, her full breasts rising and sinking rhythmically as she breathed, her smooth belly, her puffed mound glistening from her sexual secretions. The whole image was breathtaking. Mom suddenly twitched as if she woke up from a deep sleep. She half-opened her eyes, saw what I was doing and waved me to stop. "No, no, no... just a moment, don't do that." She said and tried to rise from the bed. I looked at her bewildered. "But...I..." I muttered. "I know, I know. You haven't cum yet and I am sure you need it ... badly." She replied and gave me a caring look. "Listen, Simon. What you have done... well, you know you shouldn't have. It is wrong and forbidden. However it was the most devastating climax of my life, a truly unforgettable experience." She sighed and went on. "I am really grateful for that but you have to promise me -- again -- that this was the first and last time you laid a finger on me... this way. You must never forget I am your mother and a mother and a son... well, they don't ... do that. Do you promise?" "Yes, mom, I promise and I am sorry that-" I tried to explain but she cut me off. "Having said that, I think it is only fair that I repay the favor. However make no mistake. This might not be the first time I am touching you... inappropriately... but it will definitely be the last. This I promise you." I felt another wave of excitement rushing through my body as I saw my mother standing up and gesturing me to take her place on the bed. I crawled up, lied on my back and rested my head on the headboard. Mom climbed on the bed between my legs. She grabbed them by the ankles and pushed them so that my knees bent. She crawled a little more towards me, her large breasts swaying with every movement and she was now kneeling between my legs, her head just above my swollen member. I started trembling from the anticipation of what might come next. She gave me a lustful look and said: "Remember, last time. OK?" I nodded eagerly. Mom then gripped my shaft from the base, opened her mouth, and moved her head towards my cock. It was like slow motion the way she enveloped it, and took me all in, deep throat. She pulled her head back and let her tongue caress the tip of my penis, before swallowing me again. I groaned as waves of unprecedented pleasure hit me. Holding my dick firmly in her fist, mother started moving her head slowly to and fro. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and feeling as loud slurping noises echoed around the silent room. Her mouth engulfed my penis like a silken wet glove while her tongue tickled the bulbous head every time she pulled her head back. With her other head she started fondling my balls -- ever so gently. I was in ecstasy and felt that I would soon reach my climax. I started to move my body in unison with the movement of her head and fucked my mother's mouth with short gentle thrusts. Her hand let go of my nutsack and trailed my scrotum down to my ass crack. I knew where she was going with this and I loved it. Hell, I needed it! While continuing to suck my cock, mom started to tickle and graze my ass cheeks, letting a finger slip in my crack and then pulling it out again. I was soon shaking with excitement and I couldn't stand her teasing any longer. I grabbed my knees with my hands and raised my legs, bringing them on the same level with my chest, much as I had done earlier that day on the living room couch. My butt cheeks parted, exposing my puckered asshole to my mother's eyes. Mom knew what I wanted but she let go of my cock and feigned a mock surprise. "What is it, honey? Is there something you'd like me to do?" she asked me with a mischievous smile. "If there is, you only have to ask..." "Mom, please... I...you know..." I blurted with my penis throbbing and my ass open wide before her. "Yes...?" she asked and put a finger in her mouth, coating it with her warm saliva. I was really on the verge so I decided to push forward. "Please, mom! Put your finger... in my ass. Please fuck my ass with your finger!" Mom obliged. She took her right index finger out of her mouth and placed it on my anus. I was ready for it so she didn't have to press hard to insert it all the way in. Her long finger slipped inside my rectum giving me once again this incredible filling sensation. I groaned and pushed my ass down towards her. Mom resumed her oral attack on my cock and I was now getting immense pleasure form two places simultaneously. One huge wave coming from my cock, where my mother's head was bobbing up and down my dick and one -- smaller one -- coming from my asshole where she fucked my ass with slow long thrusts. I sensed that the end was now near. In a few seconds my balls drew tight to my shaft and I exploded in a monumental orgasm. My body started convulsing uncontrollably as my quivering cock spurted huge amounts of cum. I saw my mother's mouth which was still on my cock filling with the milky white fluid and dripping out along the shaft as she was unable to swallow all of it. She raised her head and pointed my penis towards me spraying me with hot semen. Her finger was still buried deep inside my ass. I cried out of pleasure and relief until the orgasm finally subsided. Mom took her finger carefully out of my butt and crawled up on the bed next to me. She stroked my hair and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Remember, what we said honey. It was the last time. Please promise me again." I nodded in agreement. As I said I would never do anything against her wish. So, thankfully my hand was hanging down from the side of the bed and she didn't see me crossing my fingers. A Helping Mother "So, please Simon, be a good boy as you always are and show me that there is no problem. ", my mother continued. And with that, she took my right arm and moved it to my penis. I felt like I had stepped out of my body and someone else was in charge of it. I touched my penis and I was amazed that it didn't go off right then and there. "That's right honey, come on now, go on. You can do it. " My mother was encouraging me to beat my meat. How crazy, but also how hot was that? Instantly all the guilty thoughts vanished from my mind. My lower head took now completely in charge of the situation. I wrapped my fingertips around my rigid shaft and started to move my hand up and down hesitantly at first, but more confidently and determined as the pleasure increased. As I wasn't able to wrap my fingers around my penis all the way, all I could do is grab the tip of the swollen red head and squeeze as gently as possible. Any other movement just hurt too much. Mom was making small circles with her right hand just above my waist in her effort to soothe me and make me feel relaxed. My hand and my bursting penis were sending waves of pleasure down my spine. As I wasn't able to masturbate properly, the pleasure heightened very slowly, much slower than usual. That prolonged the process and soon my legs began to tremble. Every squeeze of my hand sent shivers down my spine and every time I had the feeling that it can't get any better than that. But the next squeeze sent me to even higher levels of pleasure. Soon I was ready to explode. The climax started to build up and I felt my balls tightening, ready to empty their fluids. I was shaking all over now when suddenly I felt the hand of my mother going a bit lower and starting to caress – ever so gently – my right ass cheek. That pushed me over the edge. My fingertips were squeezing now like crazy. Hours later my hand would still hurt from the rough treatment I gave it but right now I didn't care even if it fell off. I exploded with a big moan like I was waking from a nightmare. My penis jerked spastically and sent ropes of thick semen on the bathroom floor some 3 feet away from the bathtub. It was the most violent, cataclysmic orgasm I had ever experienced. I cried out loud as I felt the immense relief. I was barely able to stand on my feet, my knees just gave in and I leaned back against the wall. My penis was dripping jism and I felt like I had spurted buckloads of sperm. I was panting almost uncontrollably from the strain and opened my eyes after what seemed like minutes to me. I realized that my mother had her gaze transfixed to my cock the whole time. Finally she flinched like waking from a dream and moved away from me. She started cleaning the bathroom floor where my semen had landed. I was still gripping my penis and I realized that the bandages were soaking wet. "The hell with it", I thought. I would have burned both my hands and my feet without a moment's hesitation had I known that I was going to experience something like this. My mother came to me and started to rinse my private parts. Soon I was standing out of the tub with the big towel wrapped around me. She stroked my head in a motherly fashion and asked me if everything was alright. "Yes, it's fine mom, ... thank you." "So, I guess we won't have any problems any more, will we? I mean, now that you saw that you could do it. : "Sure, I mean ... I guess not." And with that she left. All I was able to do is crawl my way to my room and collapse on my bed. I woke up hours later freezing as I was still wrapped with the wet towel. I slipped under the covers and slept until the next morning. In the morning and the following day, everything was back to normal. I was in a particular good mood, as I felt completely relieved. Besides, I had experienced a unique experience, the orgasm of the century. Why shouldn't I feel good about it? I felt such immense love for my mother who cared for me in all aspects, even in something so taboo as my sex health. I was so lucky that I had someone to care for me as much as mom did. I decided that I was not going to give her any more trouble. She didn't deserve that. So, being a good boy, I tried to follow her advice. At some point in the afternoon, shortly before my bath, I went to my room, picked my favorite porn magazine from the closet and took off my clothes. I didn't bother locking my door or even pretending that I was going to take a nap. Since my mother knew what I was doing and approved it, why hiding it? My penis was soon standing semi-hard and I started massaging it with my fingertips. It was nice but not nearly as good as yesterday. Somehow it wasn't enough to get me off. The pictures in the magazine did not seem to help even in the slightest to heighten my arousal. I was desperate. I threw the magazine away and concentrated on squeezing the fat penis head. It was useless. Soon my hand was beginning to ache and the pain erased any pleasure I was getting from it. "Oh, my God!" I thought. "What am I going to do? I can't appear in front of mother with a hard-on again. She will think that I am doing it on purpose. She will think that I am a pervert." Still, I knew I didn't have any other choice. But then, I suddenly had a great idea. I was going to let my mother wash me all over again. I was going to make her somehow to take special care of my ass to heighten my arousal and as soon as the bathing was over I would run to my room and jerk-off. Now I couldn't wait for our ritual to start. I went naked from my room to the bathroom and called my mother. I asked her to get on with the bath if she didn't mind. I noticed that she looked at my – yet again – engorged penis more openly this time, but she made no comments. Then at some point, while she was washing my hair, she asked me: "Everything OK with ... what we talked about yesterday?" "Oh, sure, don't worry. I have everything under control", I replied. "It doesn't seem to me that way", she said ironically. "Oh, well, it's OK. I will take care of it later. Right after our bath." "You seem to enjoy the bath, aren't you Simon?" "Well, yes. I guess it calms me down. It's better than a massage." My mother was now washing my back with long, soothing strokes of the sponge. I was really enjoying it. She moved her hand lower and started lathering my butt. I was in heaven and couldn't wait for the sponge to find its way between my cheeks. I leaned against the wall and folded my knees bending much further down than usual, pushing my ass towards her. My puckered asshole was totally exposed to my mom's gaze and knowing this made me even hornier. She took her time, lathering my crack and squeezing the sponge. She moved it up and down several times, each time stopping and pushing forward when it came in contact with my asshole. I couldn't help a moan escape my lips. "Is everything OK Simon?" my mom asked. "Sure, mom", I answered short-breathed, "it's just so ... relaxing ...". "I'm glad you like it", she said and it was the first time I noticed a hint of cunningness in her voice. She moved her hand even lower and soaped my balls from underneath. The feeling was so exhilarating that I wanted to grab my penis and rip it off. I was at the verge of exploding. No wonder I couldn't get off earlier. My penis knew what it was doing. Why miss all this fun? My mother continued washing my legs and asked me to turn around. It was the first time I was sweating while having a bath and I really thought about asking her to stop until I got some relief in the privacy of my room. But of course I wasn't so bold with her yet. So, I turned around displaying my massive hard-on. I sincerely had never seen my penis bigger or fatter. It was literally throbbing with the veins pulsating under the soft skin. My heart was beating like crazy. My mom washed my chest and belly and then she stopped. "Simon, I think you'd better first take care of ... that. Or, you might poke my eye out if we're not careful." "Eh, mom, ... I was going to ... do it afterwards. I mean later. " "Never mind, you can do it now. Besides, I am not over with you yet. Unless of course ... you don't you want to do it in front of me", she said. What was I going to say to that? If I said yes, I'd to spoil the chance I had to masturbate before her again. And if I said no and did it, she would think I was a pervert! "Well ... no ... I don't mind, but ..." I mumbled. "Well, come on then", she said. "Do it honey." I didn't need any more encouragement. Slowly I grabbed the tip of the swollen head with my fingertips and started squeezing. Although I felt even hornier than the last time, after my mom's tender ass lathering, I discovered with wonder that I wouldn't cum so fast as the other day. I squeezed faster in order to finish off and get it over with, but the climax was building up very slowly this time. Instinctively I looked around searching for a visual aid. I didn't have to look far. My mom was standing about one foot away from me to the left and was gazing at my masturbating hand like mesmerized. Her face and skin looked damp but I didn't know whether it was perspiration or the water droplets from the bathing. She was breathing more heavily than usual as she was looking at my pulsating cock. I lowered my gaze until it fell on her voluptuous cleavage. Her ample breasts were squeezed together in the tight cotton shirt she was wearing and created an incredible effect. My eyes feasted on this wonderful sight making my hand rub my penis even faster. Her tits looked like two ripe melons ready to be plucked and sucked. Part of the shirt was moist and I could make out an even larger flash area underneath it than it was visible from the top. I could almost see more than half of each tit. She was wearing a bra but it must have been an old one because more flesh was spilling outside of it than contained in it. I was in heaven and about to cum at any moment. Suddenly my mom took her gaze off my penis, and noticed that I was ogling her bust. Slowly – almost carelessly – she pulled her shirt a little bit to the side showing me an even larger part of her breasts. That was it. The fact that she was now practically offering me a partial view of her tits made me cum hard. I shot my sperm out of the tub making a mess of the bathroom floor – again. I kept squeezing my dick so hard that I soon had to stop from the pain my injured hand was giving me. My penis was still jerking however unloading yet more loads of the white fluid. Once again I moaned with relief not taking my eyes off my mother's body. When the last drop of cum had been squeezed out of me, I finally stopped my hand movement. If it could be possible, the orgasm was even more intense than the previous day. I would have collapsed in the tub had my mother not grabbed my arm. "Wow, watch out honey. We can't have you breaking anything else now." "It's ... OK mom. I am OK ..." "Are you sure? You sure look exhausted." "No ... I'm really OK. That was the most ... wonderful thing ... ever." "I am glad for you my boy", she said and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "Come on now, let's finish off here and go have a nice cup of coffee." Later that evening, as I was lying in my bed, I couldn't help getting the sight of my mother's breasts out of my mind. Has she really pulled her shirt to the side so I can take a better look, or did I dream of that? What did that mean? And more importantly, how far could that go? I really didn't know what to expect on the next day. Was this to become a routine as well? Should I take initiative and just do it again in front of her? Or was it over? The only thing I knew is that I didn't want it to end here. At five sharp, mom called me from the bathroom. I hadn't bothered trying to masturbate again today. I was totally fixated on our afternoon tryst that lay ahead. I stripped in my room, put the clothes in the laundry basket and walked naked to the bathroom. My penis was strangely only semi-hard when I entered. However once I saw my mom in the bathroom it became instantly rock hard. Today she wore a tank top and a pair of old jeans shorts. The top was a couple of sizes too small for her. Her luscious tits were barely confined by its elastic material and were literally bursting out, exposing large masses of cleavage. She hadn't bothered wearing a bra and her big nipples were clearly outlined beneath the soft fabric. I had never seen a sexier bust live – only in movies and pictures. To me it looked like a nymph of Botticeli, like a Rubens' s muse. I noticed, that as my eyes shamelessly fell on her heavenly decolletage, hers fell on my erect penis and she involuntarily cracked a small, mischievous smile. I stepped in the tub and my mother approached me. "Simon, I was thinking, do you want perhaps today to ... first get it over with so we can have it out of our way? Or do you prefer to wait to the end?" Did she mean what I thought she meant? "Oh, you know ... it's alright mom. I think ... I will wait." Yeeeh! So, it's going to happen again! I couldn't help smiling the whole time she was washing my hair. "So, you prefer to have me wash you first", mom asked. "Yes, I think so", I replied. "It's so relaxing. You do it very nice." My hair was soon done and it was time to continue with the sponge. However I realized that it was nowhere to be found. Instead, my mother picked up her own washcloth that used in the bathroom. It was something that looked like a kitchen mitten to me and always found it awkward to wash with. As soon as she started lathering my neck and shoulders it dawned to me why my mother was so fond of it. That was not washing. That was a sensual massage she was giving me. I could feel her hand inside the cloth caressing my skin. The soapsuds between my body and her hand had a soft, silky feel to them. Her touch was gentle but firm making me get goose bumps all over my body. Slowly she went lower and lower and soon her hand was on my butt. Needless to say, that I was now holding my breath from the excitement. She started lathering my left ass cheek with long soft strokes. She then moved to the right one all the time kneading my ass with her hand inside the mitten. I could make out her fingertips sometimes scratching gently my skin, giving me a sweet prickle that made my hair stand and my penis want to burst. Then, without warning she put her hand between my butt cheeks. Her hand was deep in my crack, lathering and caressing, stroking and massaging. I was of course in heaven. I bent down as far as I could, folding my knees and opening my ass to her. Her hand brushed over my asshole and stayed there. Her finger started to make small circles around it, pushing ever so lightly. I took a sharp breath and impulsively pushed my ass against her hand. She pushed back and penetrated my anus with the tip of her index finger clad in the washcloth. I tried to suppress a moan without success and felt my heart beating like crazy. I had never been so horny in my life. My mother circled her fingertip inside my asshole, pushed it a couple of times in and out and then removed it to continue washing the top of my legs. "I think it's better with the washcloth, don't you think honey?", my mother asked. "It really cleans much better than the sponge." "Hmmm", I nodded eagerly. I was paralyzed from the unbelievable stimulation that I had just felt and only slowly did I manage to stand up straight again. I remember that I thought to myself that this is how people get heart attacks. Well, it was worth it. I turned around pushing out my hips to display my raging manhood to my mother. I wanted her to see what she had caused. The fat purple head was throbbing and was begging to be relieved. "Oh, my!" my mother gasped, opening her eyes wide. "I think it's much ... worse today than usual." "Hmm", I grunted, trying to swallow the – by now - familiar watermelon that was stuck in my throat. "So, what are you waiting for? Do it!" she said biting her lower lip. This time I didn't hesitate a fraction of a second. I grabbed my penis feverishly and started squeezing like a madman. I felt instantly a warm sensation overwhelming me as my fingertips quickened their pace. I shamelessly fixated my gaze on the twin hills of tender flesh that were spilling from my mother's top. Her nipples have gone bigger and were standing out, stretching the thin material to its limits. My mother saw my hungry look which devoured this wonderful sight and decided to take it further. She passed her hand on her breasts gently caressing them. When I saw two of her fingers diving underneath the top towards the nipple of her left tit, I felt a jolt of electricity. She slowly grabbed the hem of the top and started lowering it. Inch by inch her tits were coming now into full, unobstructed view. I grabbed my penis firmly using the whole of my hand, not caring about the pain that was causing me and started pounding. First the top part of the pink areolas was revealed to me and then the large, pointed, aroused nipples. I now had my mother's beautiful tits naked in front of me. The view was awesome. Her tits were round but not too heavy and sagging just a tad, enough to make them seem sexier. My mom weighed them in her hands and then brushed her fingers over her hardened nipples. That sent me over the edge and once again I experienced a shaking orgasm. I shot my load out of the tub and I think that one of the ropes landed on my mom's naked belly, between the tank top and her shorts. Once I was finished and panting, barely able to stand straight once again, my mother covered herself and resumed my bathing. As soon as she finished she kissed me on the cheek and left. I was still half out of breath and headed to my room. I couldn't help noticing that mom always left the bathroom in quite a hurry as soon as she finished rinsing me. I remembered what she had told me the first time I masturbated in front of her and I thought that maybe this whole situation was arousing for her too. I wondered what she might be doing in her room right now... I was tempted to try to take a peek but I was also afraid to ruin the wonderful thing that was going on by making something stupid. So, I decided to leave it at that. For the next couple of days, I was living in a 18-year-old's dream. Every afternoon I got to jerk off in my mother's presence, while she showed me her naked tits. I couldn't get enough of this beautiful sight and every time I came hard with a moan. My mother seemed to enjoy this little tryst of ours too. I started noticing that her nipples, while normal sized under her top when I entered the bathroom, became much larger as she started washing me. She used to breathe heavier once I started masturbating and once or twice I saw her passing her tongue over her lips, while eyeing my engorged cock. Moreover she had begun to massage and knead her tits boldly during our last sessions. I especially loved the way she pinched her nipples while cupping her breasts. Then one day the inevitable happened. My hands were healed. The doctor marveled at the remarkably fast recovery but I only cursed my bad luck. My mother was in a particularly good mood when we returned from the doctor's office but I was bumped. No more bathing sessions, no more sensual butt washing with the washcloth, no more jerking off. The next day it was my first day in school after almost two weeks. Under different circumstances I would be overjoyed to see my friends again, hang out with them and go out of the house uninhibited by my bandaged hands. Now, however, I was deeply depressed and not in the mood to see or talk to anybody. My mother was out when I returned from school that afternoon. I had lunch and went straight to my room to take a nap. I was seeing a very bad dream that involved a strange pervert man and my mother when a voice awakened me: A Helping Mother "Simon, wake up honey. It's mom." I half opened my eyes and managed to make out the dark silhouette of my mother standing at the door of my dimly lit room. "Mom? Is that you? Are you back?" "Yes, I'm back. I'm sorry to wake you, I just wanted to tell you that I am going out again in the evening with Sophie and her husband, so if you don't mind we should start your bath a little earlier today. " Did I hear what I jut heard? Was I still dreaming? "Oh, I see", I replied without wanting to ask for clarification. "Yes, sure, no problem." As soon as my mother closed the door behind her I stood up and stripped in no time. Mom was already in the bathroom. I walked in, took a look at her and froze. My mouth opened in awe. Mom was wearing a flimsy, sexy baby-doll/nigthie kind of thing (I still don't know how these things, that show more than they hide and make infatuous promises, are called), made of pale pink satin or silk and obviously no bra underneath. Her nipples seemed already hard and pointed as they outlined the airy fabric. The ensemble reached to her mid thigh making a wonderful showcase for her beautiful legs. On her feet, I was delighted to see, she had high heel slippers on with a small tuft on top– something that I've always found very erotic for some reason. I tried to breathe or swallow but both seemed impossible tasks at the time. I felt my blood rushing to my member, which became hard so quickly, that its tip hit my lower belly. I didn't know what would happen that evening. I did know however, that no matter what happened, it was something that I would never forget for the rest of my life.