16 comments/ 264484 views/ 75 favorites Fresh Scrubbed Pussy By: williethewimp I undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Her voice quivered. "Please, son, I...I.." "I know, Mom," I interrupted. "But you need this. That bastard you married is not here to take care of you anymore - not that he ever did." I finished unbuttoning her blouse and carefully drug it down over her arms and laid it on the bed. "But, Marty, you're my son. It's just not right." "Well, someone's gotta do it." "I know, son. It's just that you...you're not supposed to be seeing your mother like this." "Relax, Mother. You forget that I'm an RN. I've seen plenty of naked women before." She tried to pull back as I reached for the clasp at the front of her bra. "It's okay, Mom. You ain't got anything on your whole body that I haven't seen before." I smiled wickedly. "Unless you were born without a vagina." Her face turned a crimson red. "You shouldn't talk like that, Marty. Not to your mother." I laid a hand on her shoulder to help calm her and with the other, I quickly undid her rather plain white cotton bra. Her more than ample breasts spilled from their confinement with volcanic like force. I couldn't help but look. She had the largest nipples I believe I have ever seen. Big around as the end of my middle finger, they protruded from the center of two football shaped areolas. They looked to be over a half inch long. And they were about as stiff as my dick! Her bra followed the path of her blouse. I undid the button on the side of her skirt. She winced at the sound of her zipper being pulled down, but said nothing. I guess she had resigned herself to allowing me to undress her. Mom lifted her hips from the bed. I tugged her skirt past her tanned thighs, over her knees and down to her feet. Mom sat back down on the bed and kicked her skirt away. Then she stood. I retrieved her skirt and placed it on the bed next to her bra and blouse. I silently chastised myself for ogling her body, but I just couldn't help it. I was mesmerized by her breasts. Despite her age, they sagged very little. Damn! My mom was one sexy looking woman! She could have been standing in Cincinnati and someone would surely have seen them all the way down in Florida. They were that big! Her stomach was as flat as the proverbial pancake. Not bad for a forty four year old woman. I'd seen eighteen year olds whose bodies wouldn't hold a candle to Mom's. I corrected myself. Finest kind for any age. I put my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties. Just like her bra, they were plain, white and made of cotton. We both jumped when skin touched skin. My dick jerked inside my pants, threatening to fire its load at any second. Mom spread her legs as I tugged on her panties. That's when I saw her pussy lips making the gusset bulge like it was going to burst wide open. I wanted so badly to bury my face in her crotch and lick her pussy until she screamed like a banshee as she orgasmed. Instead, I held my feelings in check - barely - and pulled the last vestige of her dignity off her. That's when I noticed the panties were wet. In the exact spot where her pussy had been touching them. Was Mom getting turned on by all of this? If she was, she was doing her best not to show it. Her tits and her pussy told the real story. I tried my best to remain professional about all of this as I led my mother to the bathroom where a hot, soothing bath awaited her. I helped her into the tub and held on to her waist until she was sitting. "Keep your arms to the sides of the tub," I told her. "Don't want to get your casts wet." Mom had returned from the hospital where she'd been for the last four days recovering. Her facial bruises, her cracked lips and her two broken arms were courtesy of that no good son of a bitch that called himself my dad. He was no dad of mine; not after he hurt her like he did. Fortunately, I lived in the guest house out back and I just happened to be sitting outside enjoying the cool of the evening when I heard Mom screaming in agony as he began beating her. Otherwise, she might have been killed. I got there as fast as I could, drug him off her and opened up a can of whup ass that you wouldn't believe. I had him down on the kitchen floor with my hands around his neck when the cops arrived. I was doing my best to kill the son-of-a-bitch. They quickly assessed the situation, pulled me off him and put him in handcuffs. "What's gonna happen to him now?" I asked. Not that I really cared. "Jail," the one cop told me. "Then, hopefully, prison." "Any chance of him getting out on bail?" "That will be up to the judge," he said. By that time the paramedics had arrived and were treating my mother. I followed the cop out to his cruiser. "You tell that sorry bastard not to come back here if he does get bail," I said loud enough for Mother's husband to hear. "Not even for a change of clothes. If he does, he's gonna be one dead motherfucker!" The cop looked at me and shook his head as if he couldn't believe I would say something like that in front of him, opened the door, sat down and closed it after him. I stood there with my heart full of rage and murder as I watched the black and white pull away from the curb and head down the street. I meant every word of what I had just said. Mom nodded her head and closed her eyes. She had slid down until the water was barely covering her tits. "You okay with all of this, Mother?" I asked. She took a deep breath, held it for a second or two and let it out slowly. "Doesn't much matter if I am or not, does it," she said. "It's something that's gotta be done." "We could always call Aunt Rose. She..." "Little Miss 'I Told You so'? Not on your life." "Why not?" A tear formed in the corner of Mom's right eye. "And have her constantly telling me what a mistake I made for marrying James? I wouldn't last a day without breaking both of my casts over her head." I grabbed a wash cloth and gently wiped the tears away. "Thanks, son," she said softly. "Now give me a few minutes alone so I can put on my game face." I left the bathroom and puttered around in the kitchen, knowing that Mom was probably trying to psych herself up for what was surely going to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. I had just swallowed a mouthful of milk from the carton when I heard Mom call out. "I'm ready, son," she said in a voice so low I could barely hear her. I replaced the milk carton in the refrigerator and closed the door. It took all of about two seconds to get to my mother's side. I knelt beside the tub, grabbed the body wash and poured some of it onto the sponge. I then dipped the sponge in the water and began scrubbing Mom's back and shoulders. I washed her face and ears and then washed her back some more. I was stalling, trying to screw up enough courage to start washing her breasts. I was afraid I would cum in my pants if I did. Suddenly and without warning, I began to daydream. I envisioned rubbing my mother's tits until she would get so excited, she'd ask (no - beg) me to suck on them. Mom's voice broke through my fog of illicit, incestuous thoughts. "They ain't gonna wash themselves, you know." I shook my head, embarrassed by what I'd been thinking. How could I be so sick and perverted as to want to have any kind of sexual contact with my own mother? Even in my horny, lust filled mind, I knew that such thoughts were wrong. But I couldn't help myself. For the first time ever, I was seeing my own mother as a sexual being. I mentally slapped myself and lowered my hands into the water. With a great amount of trepidation I cradled Mom's right breast in the palm of my left hand. With my right hand tightly clutching the sponge, I began to wash the firm, but pliant appendage. Mom let out a low moan when the sponge made contact with her nipple. Her body rose just a bit as she momentarily stiffened. With a sigh, she settled back down in the water. I could sympathize with her because my pecker felt as though it was going to erupt at any time. Feeling a little devilish, I dragged the sponge over her nipple once more. I moved a bit slower this time as I slid it back and forth a couple of times across that rubbery protrusion. Mom closed her eyes, took a deep breath and held it as her body quivered and shook. I tended to her left breast with virtually the same results. I moved on to her stomach, her hips and then to her long, beautiful legs. I scrubbed the outside of her legs first, washed her feet and began my long and sensuous journey up the inside. As I neared the center of my mother's womanhood, I glanced at her face. Her eyes were still closed and she was breathing a bit heavier than before. An electrical shock surged through the both of us as my hands accidentally rubbed against her pussy lips, causing Mom and I to pull back a bit. Why I didn't cum in my pants right then and there, I'll never know! "Be careful, son," my mother said through clenched teeth. "I'm very sensitive down there." "Sorry, Mom." "I know you didn't do it on purpose," she said and then spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow. I took that as her unspoken approval for what I was doing. I continued to rub the inside of her upper thighs for a lot longer than was really necessary, my hands coming in contact with her wrinkled lips on each up stroke. Mom began moaning even louder. I took a bold chance and extended my thumbs so that the next time my hands came in contact with her sex, they would rub against her clitoris. It took no more than four or five slow, sensuous strokes along her love button before she went spastic. As I felt my cock spewing massive amounts of its stored up juices into my underwear, Mom was in the throes of her own orgasm. Wave after wave of water splashed up against the sides as she shook uncontrollably. Eyes still closed, her tongue lolled along the outside of her cheek. Her mouth was wide open, her face was flushed and her breathing was very shallow. I continued to stroke her little nub of pleasure. After what seemed like hours, Mom quit quivering and lay like a stone with the back of her head resting against the wall behind her. I quit stroking her and began washing her hairy mound. I was amazed when I had first seen my mother's hairy groin after pulling down her panties. Lots of thick but neatly trimmed, bushy black hair. Finally, her eyes opened. "What happened?" she asked breathlessly. "I think we both know the answer to that one," I murmured as I turned my head to the side, too ashamed to look her in the face. Mixed feelings surged through my mind. On the one hand, I felt guilty and ashamed for what I had done. Very much so. After all, I had taken unfair advantage of my mother; my own flesh and blood. But, on the other hand, I was rather proud that I could make my mother feel so good. After all she'd been through with her husband, she certainly deserved every moment of happiness she could find "It was totally unexpected, that's for sure," "I'm sorry, Mom." "Don't worry about it." "But, Mother..." I croaked. "Marty, I said don't worry about it," she told me quietly but firmly. "Besides, I'm sure you'll take the appropriate steps to make sure it doesn't happen again, won't you, son." I nodded weakly, still unable to look her in the face. "Why didn't I stop it when I had the chance?" I asked myself. I didn't have an answer. "Help me out of this water," she said, "before I get wrinkled as a dried up old prune." "Can you turn your back towards me a bit?" I asked as I stood. "I'll be able to get a better grip." That's when I was again reminded of my indiscretion. "Looks like I'm not the only one who had an accident," Mom said with a slight snicker as she twisted around in the tub. I looked down at the front of my pants. They were wet with my ejaculate. Damn! I had been so engrossed in helping Mom through her orgasm, that I had completely forgotten about creaming my jeans. Well, it was too late to worry about it now. I wrapped my arms around my mother's waist and pulled her to a standing position. I helped her out of the tub and stood by her as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Sure wish you knew how to use my make up kit," she said rather ruefully. For some odd reason, I let out a low giggle. "I'm afraid you're out of luck there, Mom," I told her. "I probably couldn't apply your lipstick correctly." This time it was my mother who giggled. "Yeah," she said. "I'd hate to be seen in the doctor's office with a big streak of lipstick going all the way up to my earlobe." "I don't know," I teased. "As sexy as you are, I'll bet you could get away with it. No problem." My mother's smile disappeared, replaced by a slight frown. I was about to tell her I was sorry when her smile returned brighter than ever. "Quit trying to bullshit the public and dry me off. Then you can help me get dressed," she said. I grabbed a towel and patted her dry. "What about...? "What about what?" she asked. I cast my gaze downward and nodded toward her bushy mound. "Am I supposed to wash you down there too?" She smiled. "It's not necessary every time," she replied. "A woman's pussy - er - vagina is kind of like a self cleaning oven." My jaw went slack. That got my attention real quick like. I had never before heard my mother utter anything that sounded vulgar or bad. I must have swallowed a dozen times before I could speak. "Huh?" "It pretty much takes care of itself," she said quickly. "Now, help me to my bed." I followed my mother into her bedroom and helped her to a sitting position atop the bedding. "Anything special you want to wear today?" I asked with a lilting voice. "Ain't nothing special in my whole wardrobe," Mom told me. "Not even my underwear." "What about nylons?" I inquired. Mom shook her head and smiled. "You just want to get your hands on my legs again, don't you?" she teased. I wasn't teasing one iota when I said, "I can think of a whole lot worse things than that." Right away my mother got that far away look in her eyes. I could tell that she was looking at me without really seeing me. I turned toward her dresser, opened a couple of drawers and pulled out the first bra and pair of panties I laid my hands on. Like the things I took off of her earlier, they were made of cotton. The only difference being that these were a pale blue. This time around, Mom didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me so much as she did before her bath. She opened her legs just before I pulled the panties up over her sex, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. She didn't even flinch when I took hold of her tits to make them fit a bit better in the cups. "You want a dress or slacks and a blouse?" I asked her. "Not today," Mom replied. "My sleeping shirt will do. I feel like being lazy today. Besides, you're going to be late for work if you don't hurry." "Not so," I said. "I put in for two weeks of leave time and a week of sick pay. You're gonna have to put up with me for three whole weeks. Doctor said your left arm should be healed by then. Right one will have to stay on a while longer to make sure it mends properly. Your asshole husband broke it in three places, you know." Mom smiled and spit my own words back at me. "I can think of a whole lot worse things than being cooped up with you for three weeks." I retrieved Mom's sleeping shirt from the bottom drawer of her dresser and brought it to her. "Damn, you smell good," I told her as I approached. She smiled widely. "Just the soap you used to wash me with." "That's always been my favorite smell," I told her as I helped her put on her sleeping shirt. The gown was old and nearly threadbare in places too numerous to count from so many years of wear. Mom had worn that thing for years. Absolutely refused to get rid of it. I could see her nipples trying to poke through the frayed material. "Ummmm," she said as I nuzzled the nape of her neck. "You shouldn't be doing that to me." "Can't help it, Mother. I always get turned on by the smell of a woman who's just taken a bath." I kissed her neck once more. I smiled as a quick shiver went through her body. "Just the same," she said after she'd regained her composure. "I AM your mother." "Sorry, Mom," I said, feigning rejection as I turned and left the room. "You forgot to brush my hair," Mom called out after me. "I'll be back in a few minutes," I said over my shoulder. "Just as soon as I get cleaned up." I don't know about my mother, but things went swimmingly well for me for the rest of the week. I fixed her meals. I washed her clothes. I brushed her hair. I even swept and vacuumed the house a couple of times. And I got to see her completely naked at least two times a day. Sometimes three. All modesty was gone between the two of us. I still got hard when I bathed her. And Mom continued to have her occasional orgasm, but it was nothing like that first day. I guess I had been desensitized a bit because I had not cum in my shorts since giving Mom her first bath. I certainly managed to make up for it all at night, though. Almost immediately after making sure Mom's needs were taken care of and she was in bed for the night, I would hurry off to the spare bedroom; a room I now used as my own so I could be closer to my mother if she needed me to help her with anything The door would barely be closed before I had my dick out and was stroking it like there was no tomorrow. I'd even wake up in the middle of the night, pulling my pud and moaning, all the while thinking about boning her for real. The second and third weeks were about the same as the first; with one exception. Mom had an appointment to see her doctor on Wednesday of the third week. I scrubbed her good that morning. I wanted her to feel and look as good as possible when the doctor examined her. I know she had at least one small orgasm, maybe two. "Well," Dr Farber said to Mom after her examination. "Looks like that left one can come off today. I'll get the nurse in to help me right away." "Great," she told him as she looked me directly in the eye. "Maybe I can start doing some things for myself." I wouldn't overdo it, Mrs. Whitehall," the doctor told her. "Just take it easy for the first couple of days. Make sure your strength is back before you do any heavy lifting and such." Mom insisted on buying me lunch on our way home. "Feels good not needing someone else to feed you, doesn't it?" I asked as I watched her practically inhale her hamburger. "Damned right it does," she said after slurping a couple of swallows of soda through her straw." "And," I continued, "I s'pose you'll be wanting to bathe yourself from now on." Mom sighed. "I wish I could, Marty. I really do. But, truth is, I don't think I can do that just yet" She drank some more of her soda before continuing. "And I'll still need help dressing." "I'll be glad to help you any way I can, Mom. Only, I have to go back to work on Monday." "How am I going to take care of myself the way I should with this thing weighing me down?" She lifted her right arm a few inches off the table. "We'll just have to get up a bit earlier," I said. I can bathe you, dress you and comb your hair and then you'll be on your own until I get home." We finished our meal and I helped Mom to the car. I drove home with Mom on my mind. Was she going to miss our intimate moments together as much as I was? The thought of no more physical contact between us saddened me. Once inside the house, Mom turned to me, threw her "good" arm around my neck and kissed me square on the lips. It was not an open mouthed kiss, but just the same, it held a different meaning (for me, anyway) than a regular motherly type kiss. I'm sure she could feel my instantly hard dick rubbing against her lower stomach. However, if she did, she didn't make any fuss over it. Fresh Scrubbed Pussy "Wow," I said, suddenly out of breath. "What was that for?" Mom gave me another kiss, but this one barely lasted long enough for me to feel her lips against mine. "For being my son," she told me as she caressed my cheek. "My loyal, devoted son." I shrugged my shoulders. "It's no big deal, Mom. I'm sure you would do the same for me if the situation were reversed." "You bet I would, son. In a heartbeat." Mom grabbed my hand. "Come with me into the bedroom," she said. I want to change into something more comfortable." I followed her down the hallway and into her room. I quickly began to undress her. "What do you want to wear?" I asked her once I had her down to her panties and bra. "A light gown would be nice." I retrieved one of her gowns from the walk in closet - one with great big, oversized arm holes - and came back to stand in front of her. I lifted the gown above her head. "Take off my underwear before you help me into that thing." she told me. "Is that really necessary?" I asked, suddenly displaying a bit of modesty and embarrassment. "I'm tired of wearing this bra," she told me. "It cuts into my skin. She paused, took a breath and continued. "And for some odd reason, these panties are riding up into my p...." Mom never finished her sentence, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what she was going to say. That's when I looked at her panty covered crotch and noticed her camel toe. Her lips seemed to be quite a bit larger than I remembered them. "Okay, Mom," I said. I pulled her panties to the floor, my eyes glued on her hairy cunt. She stepped out of them and kicked them across the floor. I stood to unhook her bra. Once I had her naked, I slipped the gown over her head and carefully guided her arms through the holes. Mom leaned forward and nibbled on my earlobe. "Thank you again, Marty," she whispered. "I don't know what I would have done without you being around to help me through all of this." My eyes opened wide with shock as I unclasped her bra. "What the hell?" I mused as I took a step back. This was so unlike my Mother. "Sorry if I shocked you, son. I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. That's all." Still in shock, my mind swimming in a sea of uncertainty and disbelief, I leaned forward and gave Mom a quick peck on her right cheek. My voice was in shambles. "That's okay, Mom. I just wasn't expecting you to do something like that." I turned to leave. Mom giggled quietly. "I hope I didn't scare you off," she said. I stopped and turned around. "No, Mom. You didn't scare me off. Suddenly, I'm a little tired. I think I'll go to my room and lie down for a while." Once again, I turned to go. Mom called out from her bed. "Behave yourself, now. You hear?" She giggled a little louder this time. I hurried into the spare bedroom, closed the door and stripped. I lay down on the bed, my t-shirt in one hand and my aching, throbbing cock in the other. I wasted no time. I think I was stroking my dick before I had gotten completely settled in bed. Visions of my mother danced around inside my head as I pumped my fist up and down that stiff rod of man flesh. I wanted to taste her kisses so badly that I could almost feel her presence in the room. Oh, how I longed to be licking and sucking on those oversized nipples of hers! My mind ached with the unholy desire to lick all of the places my hands had touched. Most of all, I wanted to open the flower of her womanhood with my cock and make sweet love to her! As I continued to stroke my cock, my mind took me to a place where this was not only possible, but it was happening. I was fantasizing about fucking my mother, my own flesh and blood. And it felt so very, very right to be doing it. I could feel my cock swelling in my hand as my balls reached their boiling point. I tried to slow down so as to prolong the sweet ecstasy of the moment, but I couldn't. The vision of my hard rod sliding in and out of Mom's sweet pussy continued to run through my mind, proving to be too much for me. Without further warning, my cock erupted like a volcano, spewing its molten white lava in quick bursts of energy. The first two spurts of juice hit me square on the forehead before I had a chance to move. I quickly covered the red hot head of my cock with my t-shirt. "Oh, Mom," I groaned. "I love you so much." My entire body shook uncontrollably as my cock continued to spew forth its heavy load of spunk. I was like an epileptic experiencing a grand mal seizure. I had absolutely no control over my body. Finally, my volcanic discharge ceased. I lay in bed panting heavily, still unable to move. I had lost most of my energy and was unable to do anything except drop my hands to my sides and lay there. I was like the proverbial basket case. I was a complete vegetable. Apart from my labored breathing, I lay atop the bed unmoving. It was nearly dark outside when I awoke to a pleasant warmth that surrounded my cock. A wet kind of warmth. I let out a low, but protracted moan as I lay there, luxuriating in the feeling that my cock was being washed with a warm cloth; a damp, warm cloth. Needless to say, my dick was as hard as a rock. Every emotion, every sensation, every thought was centered around my groin. Like a runaway train, the tension was building to a crescendo. I dared not open my eyes for fear this feeling would be lost forever to whatever dream state I was in. Then, suddenly, the warm wet cloth was gone. And my euphoric feeling was going with it. I opened my eyes just in time to see my mother wrapping the fingers of her left hand around my dick just below the crown. "Mom." I protested weakly. "Shhhh," she said in a whisper. Then she began to stroke my cock slowly and sensuously, twisting her palm as she reached the crown on the upstroke. "You've been so good to me, Marty," she cooed. "Now that I have a free hand, I thought I'd return the favor." All I could do was groan as shivers of delightful expectancy exploded throughout my body. I could hardly believe it. It just seemed too good to be true. Here I was, laying in bed watching my own mother giving me a hand job. One thing I could believe; it certainly felt a whole hell of a lot better with Mom's hand wrapped around my hard rod than it did with mine! Mom stopped jacking me and leaned forward, placing her lips just inches above my engorged cock head. I shivered with anticipation. Was she going to up the ante and love me with her mouth? Her hand job already had me climbing the walls. To get a blowjob from her, my very own mother, would surely put me over the edge of insanity into a world where nothing was real; a world from which I could never escape. "Hotel California, here I come!" I gleefully thought to myself. But, nothing doing. Mother pursed her lips and dropped a wad of saliva onto the head of my dick. Lubrication. She just needed to lubricate my dick so she could continue the smooth, unhurried masturbation of her one and only son! I groaned as I squeezed my hips together and pushed my groin upward in an effort to fuck Mom's fist. Sweet shivers of sexual delight coursed through me every time she twisted her fist around the head of my dick. My balls were churning, threatening to explode at any time. Mom must have also sensed that the end was near. Instead of her usual slow, determined strokes, her hand was moving up and down my cock at breakneck speed. I tried to time my pelvic lunges to her pumping fist, but I quickly gave up. She was going too fast. I just lay on the bed quivering, awaiting the inevitable. "Oh, Mom," I cried as my balls exploded. The first burst hit my mother on the tip of her nose and quickly dripped onto her lower lip. I couldn't have done better if I had been aiming it myself. She then pushed my cock down towards my stomach. The second shot, seemingly more powerful than the first, landed on the left corner of my mouth. Subsequent bursts of my baby making sauce blazed a trail not unlike that of Hansel and Gretel's bread crumbs as it worked its way down my chest and onto my stomach, and began dribbling into my belly button. I looked at my mother and saw that her eyes were glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust. We smiled at each other as we both licked our lips at almost exactly the same time. Then she swallowed. That was possibly the sexiest sight I think I will ever see. Watching my mother swallowing my cum caused my cock to twitch in her fist as more sperm began to flow from my wilting stick. "Go ahead," Mom told me. I want to see you swallow just like I did." Without any hesitation whatsoever, I did as she asked. "Taste good?" she asked. I was too exhausted to speak. I could only nod. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, Mom's hand still wrapped around my rapidly deflating cock. Finally, she released her grip, scooted to the side of the bed and stood. "Looks like I'm gonna have to clean you up once again," she said. Mom left the room. Moments later I heard the water running in the bathroom sink. Then it stopped. Not too long after that, she was back on the bed washing my cock with another warm wash cloth. "My, you sure do get messy," she said as she dipped her finger into my belly button. "I'll bet you shot off a gallon of that stuff when you jerked off last night." I didn't say anything. I just looked on in amazement and ever increasing lust as Mom stuck her finger into her mouth and licked it clean. My dick was beginning to get hard all over again! I sat up in bed, placed my hand on Mom's thigh and slid it up to her hairy bush. She pulled my hand away. "Not now, Marty." "But. Mom," I protested. "I want to return the favor." "Look," she said rather testily. "I shouldn't have mast...jerked..." Her words hung in her throat. I felt sorry for her. Finally, she finished her sentence, still unable to actually call it what it really was. "I shouldn't have done that," she said. "I assure you it'll never happen again." I looked at my mother rather quizzically. "Why?" I asked. "It felt so good." "I know, son. But all of this must stop. Don't you understand that what we are doing is wrong?" "How can it be so wrong?" I asked, "if we both enjoyed it?" "Marty, I should have never let you undress me in the first place. But I couldn't do it myself. And you were the only person around who could help me." I reached up and caressed her breast through her gown. She didn't try to stop me. Even through the cloth that covered them, I could feel her hardened nipples pushing into the palm of my hand. "I made you feel good, didn't I?" Mom sighed and lowered her head. She waited an awfully long time before she spoke. "Yes, you did, son." I continued speaking. "And I'd be willing to give you ten to one odds that that bastard step father of mine hasn't made you feel that good in several years." Mom nodded her head in agreement. "He's never made me feel as good as you have, son. But that still don't make what we did to each other any more right." "Does that mean that your bath time as we now know it is over and done with?" "No, Marty, it's not. I still need you until this other cast comes off." I gave my mother a hug. Her breasts were pressed tightly against me, her nipples trying their damnedest to poke holes in my chest. My hardened cock was sandwiched tightly between us. I hunched forward, determined to make sure she knew it was there. She wiggled against it and sighed mightily as she rested her face atop my shoulder. "I'm here for you, Mom," I told her as I rubbed her back and shoulders with both hands. "I'll always be here for you. Even after the cast comes off." Mom sniffled. "I know you will be, Marty," she said. She slipped out of my embrace and turned away from my bed. "Where are you going?" I asked as she reached for the doorknob. "Did I say something wrong?" Mom opened the door and turned to face me. Her mountainous breasts heaved mightily as she inhaled. She gave me a smile that turned my insides to mush. "No, Marty," she said in almost a whisper. "You didn't say anything wrong. I'm just going to my room to lay down for a while." She left the door open after exiting my room. Several minutes later, I heard my mother call out to me from her room. "Yes, Mom?" I yelled questioningly. "Come here," she said. "I need you." I got out of bed, slipped into my boxers and walked hurriedly toward my mother's room. I was surprised to see her naked. "Mom?" I questioned. "What...how...?" My mother was smiling from ear to ear. "Surprised?" she asked. "Stunned is more like it," I said. "I can't let you do all the work, now can I?" For the life of me, I couldn't understand what she was talking about. Mom must have noticed my confusion. "It's time for my bath, silly." "Oh, yeah," I replied. "Your bath." I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucets, making sure I had the perfect mixture of hot and cold water. I shivered as I felt my mother's warm hand touch my shoulder. "It's not quite ready yet," I told her. "That's okay, Marty. Help me in the tub. You can start scrubbing me as it fills." I helped Mom to a sitting position in the tub and kneeled beside her, fascinated as I watched the water slowly covering her pussy. When it began to wet her hairy mound, I grabbed the soap and sponge, leaned over the edge and began washing Mom's tits. "Take off your shorts and join me," she said. I didn't ask her if she was sure she wanted me in the tub with her. I just slid my boxers down my legs and stepped out of them. I sat down at the far end of the tub, facing my mother. I leaned forward to wash her breasts. Mom leaned towards me in an effort to make it easier for me to reach her. We were both cramped and straining to get comfortable. I leaned back and Mom returned to her original position. "This ain't gonna work," I said. "Might as well get out of the tub and do it like we've been doing for the last few weeks." I said as I stood up. "Sit back down," my mother told me. I have an idea." "Be careful," I said as she struggled to stand. Somehow, Mom managed to get to her feet. She steadied herself as best as she could and slowly turned around until she had her back facing me. Her ass crack looked so inviting. Suddenly, I had this overwhelming desire to lick it from top to bottom, spread her cheeks and give her an ass rimming she would never forget. I kept those thoughts to myself as I sat still, wondering what she was up to. Then, placing the palm of her left hand against the wall of the shower for balance, my mother bent her knees and began to lower herself down towards me. Instinctively, I placed my hands on her hips and guided her into a sitting position. We both groaned when her pussy lips first made contact with my cock. Mom scooted back and forth a couple of times, causing me to moan even more. I mean, how would you feel if the pussy lips of the woman you wanted most in this world was caressing the shaft of your hard dick? Finally, with a wiggle of her bottom, Mom stopped moving. "Now," she said as she rested right arm on the edge of the tub. "You can wash whatever, whenever." I had forgotten about the soapy sponge. Seemingly, by their own volition, my hands snaked under her arms and around her body, not stopping until each one of them was filled to capacity with one of Mom's tits, a thumb and forefinger stroking, pulling and caressing each of her nipples. I don't know how long Mom allowed me to keep my hands on her tits. I had lost all track of time. Later (a day? Six months? A year), Mom's voice broke through the lust filled haze that filled my brain. "That feels good, Marty, but I really do need a bath." Sluggish with desire and lust, I slowly removed my hands from her breasts, grabbed the sponge and began washing Mom's shoulders. She leaned forward so I could scrub her back. That done, I applied more soap to the sponge and lathered up her tits and stomach. Mom wiggled her ass as if she were totally enjoying my ministrations, causing some water to splash over the side of the tub and onto the floor. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed. Mom jumped at the shrill sound of my voice. "What's wrong, son?" "I forgot to turn the water off," I said. I reached behind me and managed to shut off the flow of water from both valves, but not before I spilled even more water onto the floor. "Where's the stopper," Mom asked, almost in a panic. "We've got to let the water drain a bit before we ruin the floor." "I'm practically sitting on it," I said. Mom's left hand dipped below the water. "See if you can raise your hips enough for me to find it." I lifted my ass off the bottom of the tub while my mother reached under me as far as she could. Fiery bolts of electrical pleasure spread throughout my body as the back of her hand rubbed against my nut sack. "I can't quite reach it," she gasped. Meanwhile, more water hit the floor. She pulled her hand from the water. "I guess we'll have to leave things the way they are," I said. "Until the bath is finished." "Not on your life, buster," Mom exclaimed. She began struggling to get up. "Now what?" I asked. "If I can get on my hands and knees, maybe you can move around a bit better. Make it easier for you to unplug the drain. I placed both hands on her ass cheeks and pushed while Mom struggled to get to her knees. Slowly, but surely, she made it to a kneeling position. This time, I couldn't help myself. My desire for my mother's body overrode any kind of sanity I had left in my body. I spread her cheeks wide, extended my thumbs and began massaging her asshole. "Ummmm," Mom sighed as she wiggled her ass in front of me. Then she pulled her body forward just enough to break contact. "You're supposed to be looking for the plug," she reminded me. "Not something to plug." We both laughed and giggled at that last remark while my hands searched for the drain plug. With some difficulty, I managed to break the suction and allow some water to drain out. A couple of minutes later, I released the plug and let it settle back down into the hole. "That should be enough," I said. "You can sit back down now." Mom settled back down in my lap, her pussy lips sliding along the shaft of my humongous boner. I finished washing her breasts and stomach, poured more soap onto the sponge, dipped into the water and began washing her thighs. Starting at her knees, I worked rapidly, slowing down only when I reached the point where her thighs met her pelvis. Mom opened her legs as widely as possible to allow me to reach that special little crevice between her pussy and her leg. I drug the sponge along one side of her lips and then the other. Then I dropped the sponge and ran my fingers along those sensitive areas of skin. I made several passes, each time inching a bit closer to her lips. "Ahhh," she said in a low, seductive voice. "You are good, son. Very good." She wiggled her butt for emphasis. I could stand it no more. With one hand I spread her lips apart and slid the middle finger of my other hand inside of her as far as it would go. She was surprisingly tight. When I released her lips they instantly closed around my finger. The forefinger on my now free hand burrowed between her folds and journeyed upward until it rubbed against her clitoris. I grasped it between my thumb and forefinger and rubbed along each side of her fleshy hood. I timed my clitoral caresses with the action of my pistoning middle finger. Soon Mom was gasping like an asthmatic, breathing deeply as though each breath might be her last. Suddenly, Mom pulled herself up from my lap, causing both hands to fall away from her pussy. "What's the matter, Mom?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?" Fresh Scrubbed Pussy Mom shook her head weakly. "Put it in," she gasped. "Huh?" I said, not believing that I had heard her right. "Put your cock in my pussy," she said. "You may not ever get another chance at this." I don't know what had made Mom change her mind, but I was not about to let this opportunity go to waste. I grabbed my dick and pointed it at the opening of her pussy. The tip was already pressing to get inside. Before I could even tell her I was ready, Mom was settling back down in my lap. I nearly fainted as, inch by agonizing inch, the tight velvety lining of her vagina enveloped my shaft in its warm embrace. Then she began doing something that only one other woman in my life had ever done. I thought Mrs. Mayfield, a widow of about Mom's age who used to live next door to us until she remarried and moved away, had great control over her pussy muscles, but Mom had her beat all to hell and back. The muscles of her sex pulsed rhythmically up and down my cock, sending waves of illicit, incestuous pleasure throughout my body. A regular tsunami of sexual stimulation, each contraction increased my pleasure and edged me ever closer to my orgasm. "My clit!" Mom cried out. "Rub my clit!" I trapped that fleshy bud between both thumbs and lightly caressed it. Mom jerked spasmodically from time to time, all the while, using her cunt muscles to milk my cock. Mom cried out loudly as her orgasmic dam burst wide open, flooding her body with a sexual energy that quickly settled in her vagina, instantly transferring itself into my body via my cock. Mom's vaginal contractions continued as she bounced up and down on my cock, causing me to have great difficulty in maintaining contact with her clitoris. "Harder!" Mom yelled. "Faster! Harder!" I wasn't sure whether she was talking about my thumbs on her clitoris of my cock in her pussy. I pounded her velvety hole with rapid and forceful lunges and decided to let her pelvic thrusts control the action on her clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Mom moaned long and loudly. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Mom's cries were nearly drowning out my own as I sped dangerously close to another eruption. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It feels so good with you inside me!" she screamed. The speed of my mother's thrusts sped up considerably until I could no longer keep my thumbs on her clit. I hurriedly cupped her mound and pressed my palm against her hot bud of desire, thus allowing her to continue with her clitoral stimulation. "Close!" she screamed. "It's almost there!" I yelled back at her. "Me, too, Mom! Me, too!" It was truly an amazing finish. We couldn't have timed it any better. Mom's body went stiff for a few seconds and then the tremors started. "Unhhh, unhhh, unhhh!" she grunted over and over again. At almost exactly the same moment Mom's tremors began, my own balls contracted, shooting massive amounts of hot white lava through my urethra and out of my cock. My discharge of semen slammed into her with enough force, I thought it would surely be coming out of her ears at any second. Four. Five. Six. I counted seven strong bursts of my baby making juices spill into the clutches of her love tunnel. Then it was reduced to mere dribbles as my cock continued to jerk inside of her. My hands move up to cup Mom's massive breasts. I tweaked her nipples until the quivering stopped and she lay against me, limp as an old dishrag. I wasn't doing much better. I could barely move myself. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Mom struggled to her knees, allowing me enough room to get out of the tub. "Help me out," Mom said. "I need to go pee." Dutifully, I helped her to the toilet. I stood next to her, not saying a word. Mom sat there and did nothing. I looked at her just as she turned her head to look at me. "Whatsamatter, Mom?" "You've seen me naked," she began. "You've touched me in places where no son should ever touch his mother. You've made me feel things I never dreamed were possible. The least thing you can do is let me pee in private." "Sure, Mom," I said somewhat embarrassed. I exited the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I went to the spare bedroom, which was just two doors away from the bathroom, and sat down on the bed, trying desperately to make some sense out of what had just happened. Sure, I had brought Mom off several times over the past weeks. She had masturbated me and had sworn that it would never happen again. And what did she mean when she said that I may not ever get another chance to fuck her?" I was beginning to fall in love with my mother. Like a love sick teenager, I wanted to be around her all of the time. She was in my thoughts, my dreams. In my mind, she had already invaded my soul. I couldn't imagine living without her. But, how did she feel about me? Would our new relationship end when her cast came off? I would just have to wait and see. "Your turn," Mom called out rather gleefully. She didn't sound anything like she had after she had jerked me off. Was this a possible indication of her renewed interest in continuing on in our lusty incestuous relationship? I certainly hoped so. Mom's door was open when I passed her room on the way to the bathroom. She was laying on the bed with her legs spread wide. She wasn't even attempting to cover herself like she usually did after her bath. Her cheeks had a rosy tint to them and she had a slight smile on her face. I had never seen my mother look this alive since before my real dad had died. "We need to talk when you're finished in the bathroom," Mom called out as I passed by. "Sure, Mom," I said. Give me about five minutes. I couldn't help it. My dick got rock hard while I was cleaning it off. It was pointing straight out when I entered Mom's room. "That's one hell of a piece of meat you have there," Mom commented as I sat down beside her. "Does it ever stay soft more than five minutes at a time?" "It hasn't lately," I said matter-of-factly. I leaned in to kiss Mom on the neck, but she shied away from me. "Not now, Marty" she said. "We have got to get something straight between us." I giggled at her double entendre. Mom must not have meant for what she had to say to have any sexual overtones because when she heard me giggling, she blushed and tucked her head into her breast. "I didn't mean it that way," she said as she fought hard not to giggle along with me. It was a lost cause because she soon broke out in a fit of laughter that made her whole body shake. Mom laughed loudly, causing my own laughter to escalate also. Things gradually settled down. After several long and deep breaths, Mom began to speak. Her voice turned serious. "I'm sorry, Marty," she said as she swiped at a tear filled eye. "I didn't mean for things to go this far." I took mom's hand in mine. "Don't be sorry, Mom," I said reassuringly. "I'm not." "You're not?" she sniffled. "No," I said. "And you shouldn't be either. What we did just a few minutes ago was beautiful. We have a bond between us that can't be broken and what we did in the tub should only strengthen that bond." I paused a second or two before continuing. "Besides, I haven't seen you looking so self assured since Dad died. For the first time since you married that creep that did all this to you, you seem positively happy and content." "For the most part, I am," Mom said. "But..." "But, nothing," I interrupted. "I would give anything; I would do anything to insure your happiness." Mom smiled through teary eyes as she caressed my face. Then she began sobbing. "Mom! Mom! I didn't mean to hurt you! I was just being honest. That's all." Mom's sobbing quickly stopped. "No, Marty. You don't understand. I'm not crying because you hurt me. I'm crying because that's just about the nicest thing anybody's said to me for a long, long time." This time, my mother didn't object when I nuzzled her neck. She said nothing when I lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. Encouraged, I moved up a bit and began sucking on her earlobe. "No, Marty," she moaned quietly. "We can't. We can't." I nibbled a couple more times, causing her to shiver mightily, before I backed away. "I want you, Mom," I said, my voice filled with lust and desire. "I'll always want you. But, more than that, I love you. In fact, I love you enough to let you go. If that's what you really want." "I love you, too, son," Mom told me. "But right now, I don't know what I really want. I ran my fingers through her hair. "I understand, Mom. At least I think I do." Mom looked me in the eye. Her lips curled up into a wafer thin smile. "I know this has to be hard - uh - difficult for you, Baby. But, think about how it is for me. Two months ago, I would never have dreamed I would be making love to my own son. Now look at us." I took a couple of deep breathes and let them out slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. I took my mother by the shoulders and gently turned her towards me. "Look, Mom," I said. "Only three more days and you can get this other cast removed. I will have to give you at least two more baths. Maybe more. But, I promise to behave myself while I'm bathing you. After that cast comes off, you'll be able to do everything for yourself. "I'll move back into the guest house so you won't have to be bothered anymore." "But, that's the problem," Mom said. "One side of my brain says, 'no, we can't' while the other side is shouting, 'yes, we can.'" "I'll abide by whatever decision you make, Mom." I got up to leave. "Where are you going?" Mom asked. "It's bed time," I said. "You may not need your beauty rest, but I sure do." Mom smiled at my humor. "Okay. Goodnight, son." I had almost made it to the spare bedroom when I heard my mother calling out to me. I rushed back into her room, praying that she had not reinsured herself. Mom was laying on her back on the opposite side of the bed under the covers. "Are you okay?" I asked. "What's wrong?" She smiled seductively. "Nothing's wrong, Baby. Except that I need you to hold me. I'm feeling a bit lonely tonight." I climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers as Mom turned on her left side. I pressed my body up against hers, slipped my left arm under her neck, filled my right hand with her breast and pulled her to me. As if it had a mind of its own, my head of my rock hard cock slid over the bottom of her ass cheeks and lodged itself between her thighs. I remained still, trying not to move for fear Mom would think I was trying to fuck her against her will. Several moments later, she shifted a bit and raised her right leg, temporarily freeing my cock from its fleshy confines. "It's okay, baby. You might be a bit more comfortable if you slide it on through. I don't mind." Slowly, my blood engorged shaft slid along the furrow between her pussy lips until the head of my cock was nestled in Mom's dense forest of pubic hair. Mom lowered her leg and pushed her ass against my groin. "Ummmh, that feels good," she said. "It feels a bit too good," I told her. "Keep that up and you'll cause me to make a mess." "Sorry," she said with a slight giggle. "Sure, you are," I told her. I elicited another giggle from my mother when I continued with, "And I suppose a wild bear no longer shits in the woods." Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My mother and I were spooning! We were naked and our bodies were pressed tightly against each other. The thought of me and my mother participating in this intimate act kept me hard and made it difficult to go to sleep. Sleep, I did though. But not for long. I woke up and stared at the clock that was sitting on the night stand on the dresser. I had to blink several times before my eyes would focus well enough to see what time it was. It was five minutes before two. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Just as I was about to nod off, Mom stirred slightly. "You awake son?" she whispered softly. "Just barely," I replied. Mom reached between her legs and lightly caressed my throbbing member. "Seems like you stay hard all the time," she said. "Can you blame me?" I asked. "No," was her brief reply. "I reckon we'll have to do something about that," she said. "How?" I queried. "Do a Lorena Bobbitt act on me?" Mom scooted away from me. The sensations she created in me with this one simple act made me shiver with a desire I had never felt before. "Change sides with me, Marty." I got out of bed and while Mom was scooting over to where I had lain, I padded silently around the foot of the bed, lay down and pulled the covers over me. Mom wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. She held it there, unmoving. "Can I help to relieve your stress?" she asked. I could feel her breath as it hit my shoulder. "Are you sure you really want to?" Her hand slid slowly up my shaft until she had the head of my cock wrapped in its incestuous embrace. "You know what all those ED commercials say about an erection lasting more than four hours," she said. "They say one should see a doctor," I replied. "Well," Mom began, "for the moment, consider me as your doctor." She squeezed my cock head lightly for emphasis and then let her hand glide slowly back down to my balls. I threw the covers back so I wouldn't make a mess when I came. Then I lay still, my arms folded and my hands on the back of my head, and let my mother to set the pace. Mom worked slowly and deliberately, giving the engorged head a gentle squeeze each time her hand reached the top of my hot member. I grunted each time she did this. I knew I wasn't going to last long, but what Mom did next certainly hastened the inevitable along. Mom gave my cock one last squeeze before she took her hand away. I was disappointed, but not for long. My mother rolled onto her side, facing me as she struggled to get to her knees. Soon she was kneeling next to my hips, her pendulous breast swaying back and forth from her efforts. Mom bent forward as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. I could feel her hot breath bathing my steel rod as her face came closer and closer. My mother was about to give me a blow job! My dick lurched in her hand when her lips first made contact. I was in sexual heaven as her mouth completely engulfed the head. Mom stopped going down on me, her lips forming a tight circle just beneath the crown. She lavishly bathed the entire head with her saliva laden tongue. It was torture of the most exquisite kind. I pushed my cock further up into her oral cavity until I heard her gag. I pulled back and then humped Mom's mouth again and again. I could feel her throat muscles contracting, squeezing my cock head each time I did this. "Oh, Mother," I moaned. "You are going to make me cum!" Mom grunted and kept on bouncing her head up and down, fucking my cock with her mouth. Finally, I gave one last lunge and held it there. Mom swallowed hard a couple of times, before backing off about an inch. It was like no other cum I'd had in my entire life. I must have squirted a half dozen or more huge jets of splooge into her mouth, with each one seeming to be stronger than the previous one. I could still feel it dribbling out of my piss hole as Mom swallowed time after time, trying to keep up with the flow of my protein laden semen streaming across her tongue. My mother released her manual and oral holds on my rapidly wilting cock and settled back onto the bed next to me. "Thanks, Mom," I whispered into her ear. "You didn't have to, you know." "I know, son. I wanted to, though." I rose above my mother and kissed her fully on the lips. Soon, our tongues were locked in combat, trying to out maneuver the other. I kissed my way down her chest and onto her breasts. I took a nipple between my lip covered teeth and began suckling like there was no tomorrow. I paid homage to her other breast and then began my descent down her stomach towards her hairy mound and ultimately to Mom's pussy itself. I stopped to rim her belly button before continuing my journey towards the center of her being. I had just reached her pubic hairs when she stopped me. Mom placed her left hand on the side of my head. "No, Marty," she said, her voice husky with desire. "But, Mother, you helped me. Now it's my turn to help you." "We can't," she said quietly, her voice still filled with her incestuous desire. I lay back beside her, more than a little bit miffed. "It's not fair," I said. My mother leaned in close and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "What's not fair?" she asked. "It seems that I'm experiencing all of the pleasure and you're doing all of the work. I've always prided myself in taking care of my woman both in and out of the bedroom. It's almost like I'm being serviced by a call girl or something. Maybe I should start leaving a hundred dollar bill on the dresser every night." I could hear Mom's sharp intake of breath. I knew I had hurt her. "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have said that." "That's okay, Marty. I understand how frustrated you must feel." "Maybe you can, Mom, but it's making me feel a bit insecure. I mean, I must be doing or saying something wrong for you not to want me to pleasure you." "Give me a while," Mom told me. "I've been through a lot these past few weeks. I need time to sort things out in my own mind." "Take as long as you need, Mom. I already told you I'd support whatever decision you make concerning all of this." There was a long, pregnant pause in our conversation. So long that I thought Mom had fallen asleep. So, it took me by near complete surprise when she spoke again. "Marty," she began, "did you really mean what you said?" I reached for her hand in the darkness, found it and gave it a squeeze. "Yes, Mom. Though it will cause me considerable pain and anguish, I'll respect your wishes." "No, son. Not that. When you called me your woman. Did you really mean it?" "Yes," I told her. "You're the only woman for me. I know that beyond the shadow of a doubt." I could hear Mom fighting back the tears. "Thank you, son," she said. "That's exactly what I needed to hear." We slept peacefully throughout the rest of the night. I woke up with Mom's tits pressed against my chest and her arm with the cast still on laying across my side. And, of course, my dick was hard again! I slowly extricated myself from her embrace, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to pee. From there, I went into the kitchen to fix Mom some breakfast. Finished, I put the food on a plate, poured Mom a glass of orange juice and placed the food and drink on a serving tray. I added some silverware and headed back to Mom's room. Her eyelids were fluttering. She was obviously just waking up. "Sit up," I told her. "I've got a surprise for you." Mom's eyes bolted open in total surprise. "Marty," she said. "You shouldn't have." "Just trying to take care of my woman," I said. "Oh, my goodness," Mom exclaimed as she sat up in bed and stretched. "Bacon, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, orange juice and coffee. Oh, my. And what is this? Strawberry jam. My favorite. I stood by dutifully as she spread the jam on her toast. "You like it?" I asked her. Mom smiled broadly. "You bet I do, baby. Come here and let me kiss you!" I leaned in and Mom kissed me quickly on the lips. "Thank you, Marty," she said just before she took a sip of coffee. I stared longingly into her eyes. "I'd do anything for you, Mom. You know I would." The next few days went by quickly; each passing moment causing me to stop and reflect on how things would play out between Mom and me after her cast came off. I awoke early that Monday morning, phoned my boss and asked for another week off. I wanted to hang around the house in case Mom needed any help. I didn't want her doing too much so soon after her cast came off.