24 comments/ 233705 views/ 178 favorites Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 01 By: seareal He looked at the cast on his wrist and felt yet another pang of regret. He had broken it trying to do a trick on a skateboard that he couldn't do, to impress a bunch of guys that he barely even tolerated, and now his wrist was broken. Mother was talking about something as she drove us home from the hospital, but it was hard to pay attention. He was thinking about how difficult everything was going to be for me with this bum wrist with my hand half covered in a cast. He was marginal at best at using my left hand for anything, and couldn't imagine how hard school was going to be when I would have to write all my essays with my right hand. The thought of turning in an essay about the Franco-Prussian War written in the 3-year old scratch that his left hand was capable of producing brought an audible laugh to his lips. "Do you think this is funny?" Mother asked as she made the turn that would bring her down their street. "You're just lucky that our insurance is going to cover most of the hospital visit. And all for what? So you could show off to a bunch of high-school blockheads? You're smarter than all of that!" "I know, mother..." was all he could mumble, staring down at the cast. Damn his stupid mouth for laughing... She continued to drone on about safety and how he knew better than to do something as stupid as that. They had always had a great relationship where they could talk about anything, discussing when they had problems or he did something wrong, but this time was much different. She was very upset, and wouldn't even allow him to try to explain himself. His broken wrist seemed to worry her incredibly. They pulled up to the house, a mass produced suburban home manufactured by the lowest bidder. While it may have had 2 stories, it was just as uninspired as the rest of the homes on his street. He never understood why they lived here. His father made more than enough to live somewhere nicer. He had always imagined that a home should be like a piece of art, whereas this building was merely a collaboration of plaster and shingles that would keep the rain out. It may look nice, but it had no heart. She pulled up to the driveway and parked the car. He unbuckled his seatbelt using his left hand, the first of many limitations he would have while he wore this cast. The last thing he could remember was opening the car door and taking a step out the same as he had thousands of times before. Except this wasn't any of those times, the second his body was out of the vehicle, he fell sideways and hit the concrete driveway hard with his shoulder. He could barely feel it, the pain killers they gave him were very good, obviously too good, as he couldn't keep his balance long enough to keep from falling down. His mother screamed and ran to his side, turning him over to inspect the damage. Luckily, aside from a torn shirt and a scratch on his shoulder, he was just fine. She helped him up as best as she could. She was not as tall as he was, and nowhere near strong enough to lift his full weight, so the best she could do was put herself under his arm and help him take one step at a time, trying to put his weight on her. "You have to take care of yourself... I can't bear to see you hurt..." She stammered. Her voice was odd, but his pain killer induced haze was confusing him as to why she sounded so odd. He looked over at her and saw her eyes watering as she tried to hold tears back. It confused him even more, but before he could use his limited thinking capacity on it, they had made it to his room. She helped him lay down on his bed as his shock and drug induced exhaustion got the better of him and he fell into blissful sleep. She sighed and proceeded to remove his shoes, to keep his bed from getting dirty, and bundled him in a blanket to keep him warm while he slept... - - - - - - - - - - - It had been two full weeks since getting the cast, and according to the doctors, it would be at least another 6 until he could have it removed. The fears he had immediately after breaking it turned out to be a bit less founded than he originally feared. He had just enough finger movement to be able to write. While it was barely legible, it was still preferable to using his left hand. He found that he could still do most things, if not a bit awkwardly, except one. The day after the he broke his wrist, he had tried to have some "personal time" with himself before bed, but found it nearly impossible to do. His limited finger movement and the abrasiveness of the plaster cast made it impossible to grasp his own cock. He has tried to use his left hand, but he couldn't get a proper grip on it and he was so awkward with it that the rhythm was just all wrong. Now, after 2 weeks of no release, everything had him on edge. He was walking around with an almost constant erection, he was irritable and prone to lashing out at people, and everything seemed to make him horny. His attention in class lately had been terrible. He found he could do very little other than stare at the girls in class and daydream of all the things he wanted them to do to him. The time he would have spent studying was spent doing immature things to try and impress the girls, hoping one of them was just morally loose enough to let him in her pants. Yesterday, while his mother was doing laundry, she was walking around the house in her "laundry day clothes", a pair of bicycle shorts and a shirt that was one size too small. He had never thought of his mother as an object of sexual desire, but watching her breasts bounce as her nipples poked through the shirt was nearly more than he could take. She was still attractive for her age, she was average height, he didn't know exactly how tall, but she was a bit shorter than he was. She had dark brown hair that came down to the top of her back. She was still very lean, her breasts had begun to sag a bit due to age, but still perky enough to be desirable. He had always fancied himself as an ass man, something that his mother lacked. She had what most men would call a nice ass, but it was nothing to look twice at. He shook his head to clear his thoughts of his mother, then slammed his left hand on the desk in his room and swore. This was very quickly becoming more than he could handle. "How bad off does a guy have to be to start thinking about his mom like that? God, I wish I could get laid..." He heard two knocks at his door before his mother walked in, not waiting for a response from him. "We need to have a talk" she stated in her most matter of fact voice. This usually meant that she was going to say what was on her mind, and they would talk about it. He had always had an extremely open relationship with his mother. They had really bonded in a way that he and his father never had. Even when he was in trouble, it usually was a matter of them discussing what he did wrong and talking it out, but he was in no mood for any type of discussion today. 'Yeah?" She seemed a bit surprised by his answer, but that did not stop her from saying what she had come in to say. "I just got off the phone with your principal. Apparently, a number of your teachers have told him they are worried about your performance lately. They say you aren't paying attention in class and that you're goofing around and interrupting lessons." "So what?" he stated, uncaringly. The last thing in the world he cared about right now was school. She looked at him in shock, which quickly changed to anger. "So what!? This is your senior year of high school! You're already home free, all you have to do at this point is show up and with your grades you will get into a great college! If you start slacking off now and let your GPA fall, it could really damage that possibility!" He looked at her angrily, "Yeah? Well what if I don't give a damn about college!?" She looked in shock at the way he was speaking to her. "And I don't know how it's any of your damn business! As you say, this is my senior year! I'm already 18! I'll be out of high school soon and you won't have to worry about me anymore!" She looked at him in complete shock. He had never spoken to her this way before. They had always discussed everything and then laughed about it afterwards. His behavior was too drastic for her to fully comprehend. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts. She stood and left the room without saying another word, as he quickly stood and slammed the door, locking it from the inside and leaving her in the hallway. He walked back to his desk and plopped down in his chair. He held his anger inside for mere moments before the utter guilt at the way he had just spoken to her began to build inside of him. He sighed and put his head in his hand and sat, thinking of some way he could apologize to her. He decided his best course of action was to just wait a while and talk to her later. Several hours went by before he heard another knock at his door. He looked at the clock and assumed it was his father, coming to berate him for the way he spoke to his mother. He stood up and walked to the door, unlocking it and slowly opening it, waiting for the barrage of harsh words to come, but when he looked outside his room, he only saw his mother there. She spoke in a soft voice, not looking at him. "Your father is working late again, so we will eat dinner without him tonight." "Okay..." He said, not able to think of anything else to say. "Can I come in and talk about what happened earlier today?" She asked, sounding almost hopeful. He looked at her and felt terrible. They had always had a strong bond, ever since he was a little boy, and after all these years he had verbally spit in her face because of his own sexual frustration. "Sure" he said, not wanting to say anything more than that yet. He walked and sat down in his desk chair. It seemed the better choice as it would be easier to hide what was now becoming his never ending erection. She walked in and sat on his bed, facing him. "Look... about school..." He interrupted her, wanting to try and alleviate her fears. "I'm sorry, I'll start paying attention in class more and settle down." He said, more of an edge in his voice than he meant for there to be. "No, that's not it, or, it is, but I don't think it's the underlying issue... Something is bothering you. Even if it wasn't for your behavior at school that display earlier made that completely obvious. What is wrong?" she asked. He could tell that she truly wanted an answer, to try and be able to help him somehow, but he knew there was no way she could help him with his problem. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." Was all he said, sounding like every rebellious teenager since time began. "It's obviously something". He began to make another claim that it truly wasn't anything important and she interrupted him. "You have never spoken to me that way in your entire life. Daniel, we've been able to discuss everything since you were a little boy. What is so bad now that you can't talk with me about it?" She asked. She said it almost pleadingly, and her words cut deep. It was true, they had discussed almost everything since he was a young boy. She had always been the one he had confided in and gone to for advice. He definitely wanted to tell her some lie, but he knew that the moment he tried, she would see right through him. "It's... well... I haven't been able to... "Relieve" myself since I broke my wrist..." His face was absolutely blood red at this point. She gave him a confused look for a moment, until he lifted up the cast around his arm and hand and her eyes went wide in understanding. "Oh..." "Yeah... it's made it almost impossible to pay any attention in class... All I can think about in class are... the uh... The girls in class with me..." he said. "And I guess my "disruptions" are mostly just me trying to impress them so I can try and uh..." Even if he did talk to her about everything, he couldn't tell her that he was trying to impress them in hopes to sleep with one of them, though she probably understood perfectly. "I see..." she said. "Have you tried to use... ummm... you're other hand...?" she asked a bit sheepishly. Obviously talking about sex with her son wasn't a conversation she would be enjoying much either. He nodded. "Yes, it's not the same, I can't... ummm... well, I just can't." he stated, not wanting to go into further details about his masturbation habits. "Even the few times I'm not insanely hormonally charged it's too hard to concentrate because of the pain." She sat a bit straighter at that. "Pain?" she asked. He nodded, looking at the ground. "Yeah... it's been so long since I... "Relieved myself" that it's starting to hurt quite a bit, it's hard to concentrate." "I see..." she stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke again, "Well... that... that doesn't excuse your behavior at school." She stated bluntly. "I do not want to get another call like that one, you just started your senior year and I want you to get into a good college, so you need to work through this until you are better." "Fine..." he said glumly, eager for the conversation to be over. "I told your principal to call me again if they have any more issues." She got up and walked to the door. "And Daniel... you know that you can come to me with anything, we've always been able to talk about everything and anything. Even... awkward conversations like this." "Yeah mom." He stated bluntly, turning away from her and not looking at her anymore. She sighed and closed the door behind her as she left the room. Daniel attempted futilely one last time to masturbate with his left hand, and he nearly got himself off before he completely lost all rhythm and stopped, punching his desk in frustration and going to bed. - - - - - - - - - - - - It had only been a few days since he and his mother spoke about his little... "problem". He tried to avoid thinking about it. He was browsing the Internet, trying to get his mind off the aching between his legs when he heard a knock at his door. "... Yeah?" He said, hesitantly. His mother opened the door and stepped in, she did not say anything to him, and she just slowly walked to the bed and sat down on its edge. She looked down at the ground for several moments, not saying anything. He began to wonder why she came, and was just about to ask her as she spoke. "Your principal called again today..." she said very quietly. "Oh." Was the only thing he could think to say. He waited for it, the barrage and screams. She had never screamed at him before, they had always discussed everything and he had usually realized she was right, but he had never screwed up this big before. The screaming never came, however. When she spoke, it was in a soft, quiet voice. "If what you told me earlier this week is true... then I suppose I can't say that I am surprised. I know firsthand just how hostile you men can get when you've gone to long without... relief." He looked at her questioningly, not entirely sure he wanted to know what she was talking about. She must have seen his face, because she began to explain. "When your father and I were much younger, and we would get into a fight, I would usually keep certain things off of the table until he couldn't take it anymore and gave in." She smiled sheepishly, looking up at him briefly, then away again. He suppressed a chuckle, holding his fist in front of his mouth. "I see" She got quiet again, staring at the floor. He didn't think about asking her what she was here for again. He knew her well enough to know that she would tell him once she was able to come out with it. "I've been thinking... about what you said the other day." She said quietly. "It's been bothering me quite a bit, actually... I do not like the idea of you being in pain... I've been trying to come up with ideas on how to help you. I thought very briefly about a prostitute, but I don't want to take the risk of you getting some disease from someone I hired." She smirked briefly at the ludicrousness of their conversation and what she just said. "I certainly don't want you to go sleeping with some girl in your class, either." She stated sternly. "Getting some girl pregnant your senior year would ruin your entire life." He went to make some comment, but he knew that, as overprotective as she usually was, no amount of reassurances that he would be careful would suffice. He decided his best course of action was just to stay quiet. She inhaled and exhaled sharply, as if she had made up her mind and were announcing her decision. "Ever since you were little, I've been very protective of you. I've always tried to keep you away from danger and help keep the pain away the few times you did hurt yourself. You're older now, but you're still my son and I still want to take care of you whenever you're hurt." She stayed quiet again for several moments, "Every idea I come up with always turns out to be a terrible idea, and always just leads back to the same conclusion... I am your mother, and as your mother I want to take care of you whenever you aren't feeling well, and to make the pain go away... So I've decided that I will make your pain go away by taking care of the problem myself." "You'll... how?" He was confused. She said she wouldn't hire anyone, and she didn't want him to sleep with any girls in his class, so he didn't understand... "I will do it myself. I am your mother, and I can't sit by and let you be in pain when there is something that I can do to stop it." She stated, a little too quickly, as if she were trying to force the words out as fast as possible. "You mean... You want to... to help me... by... uh..." He was stammering, his mind running in circles. "It won't be anything dirty. I will just use my hand." She said, her cheeks bright red. He couldn't believe all the things going through his head. He should feel disgusted about this, shouldn't he? He couldn't remember anymore. All of his emotions were being utterly controlled by his lust. It would probably be hard to accept that his mother had been his first sexual experience later, but for now, she held the cure to his biggest problem, and he was willing to accept that. "Okay." He said, trying his hardest not to sound too excited. She sat on the edge of his bed, staying quiet for a long period of time before she exhaled sharply. "Okay... how do you want to do this...?" She asked quietly, very much aware now of the erection showing in his boxers. "Ummm... the... uh... the chair is fine, I suppose..." She nodded and lingered on the side of his bed for several more moments. Finally she stood up, and walked over to him. Her steps were very unsteady as she tried to keep from shaking. What she was about to do was incredibly wrong, as well as illegal, but she knew she would do anything to take care of her son, no matter how depraved it might be. She moved to stand in front of him as he slowly started to remove his boxers, leaving him sitting there in just his shirt. His penis sprang out from beneath the waistband the moment he pulled them low enough. She slowly got down on her knees in front of him as he spread his legs. The moment she saw his penis she knew that he had been telling her the truth, his balls looked ready to burst and his penis was beginning to swell. She had felt nervous about this ever since she had decided it was the only course of action. Now, sitting on her knee's in front of her mostly naked son, she thought very hard about changing her mind. It was too late for that, she knew. He was already in a large amount of pain, dangling relief in front of him and getting him this excited and then changing her mind would be terrible. Now that she had said something, she was committed, no matter how awkward or uncomfortable it felt. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 01 He started to feel slightly impatient as she sat there, just staring at his cock. Finally, with barely contained patience, she lifted her hand and reach out for it. He watched as her hand moved forward and wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock. Just the warm sensation of her skin on him brought him close to orgasm. He looked down at her as she began to move her hand up and down and work his shaft. If he had not been so wrapped up in the moment, he might have laughed from the look on her face. She looked determined, very set in her goal. Definitely not the look he would expect from someone performing a sexual act. Then again, to her, it wasn't a sexual act. She was simply helping him with a problem he couldn't take care of alone. He moaned loudly, looking down at her as she pumped his cock in her hand. He tried to think of something erotic, but his brain wouldn't work properly. The amazing feeling of her hand on him was stopping him from keeping his mind on anything for more than a few seconds. He looked down at her as she was working him again, and saw the way that her breasts were moving freely inside her shirt. She had a completely strict policy on wearing a bra at all times when she left the house, but it wasn't uncommon for her to walk around without a bra on while at home. Right now, though, the pumping motions of her arm made her breasts sway and jiggle, and he could see just enough cleavage that it pushed him over the edge. He tried to warn her that he was cumming, but he couldn't get the words out of his throat. All it sounded like was a guttural moan as his cock began to erupt in her hand. Surprisingly, she did not pull away, but kept pumping, the satisfaction of a job well done on her face sending another stream of cum from his cock. Her hand was beginning to be completely covered in her son's seed, but she did not stop until he had completely finished cumming. She sat there for a moment, the incredible mess of almost 3 weeks' worth of pent up sexual frustration covering her hand. They both looked at her hand, then looked at each other and began to laugh. She gave him the same smile he had seen a million times. The loving smile she had always given him after putting a fresh Band-Aid on a cut or while taking care of him while he was sick. It was a smile that said that she loved him and she would try to make him all better. "Do you feel better?" She asked, as she got up and began to clean her hand with a dirty towel in his room, handing it to him after she had finished. He nodded, panting for breath after having experienced the most amazing orgasm of his life. "Very!" "Good" she said. "Do you think you will be okay until you get your cast off now?" He shook his head, "No way!" His exclamation had shocked her somewhat, "No? Why not?" He took a deep breath and looked at her. "Mom... let me put it to you this way... on my good days, I only masturbate once. "Oh, my... so, that means you need to... every day?" She asked. She did not realize what she had gotten herself into. She had thought that maybe she might have to do it once more before the cast came off, but she had committed herself to helping him, she couldn't back out now. He nodded, "Yes, at least once a day." She sighed and sat on the edge of his bed once more. She looked up at him with her steel gaze. "Fine, but let me explain something to you. I'm going to be checking up with your school, and if I hear even the tiniest bad thing from any of the teachers, this will not happen again, do you understand?" He nodded vehemently, "Yes, I understand, I promise you won't hear anything bad." "Good." She stated matter-of-factly. "And one other thing, you are not to tell a single person about this. Especially your father, got it?" He almost laughed, "Mom, you don't need to worry. I don't think there's a lot of people I would want knowing that my mother is giving me hand jobs." She blushed deep red at his choice of words and stood up. "Good, we will do this before your father gets home at night. It stays in this room and never leaves, understood?" He nodded, "Yes, Ma'am." "Good, now get started on your homework, I don't want you falling behind." She stood up from his bed and walked past him to the door, stopping to give him a kiss on the forehead and tell him she loved him as she left. He sighed and smiled, leaning his head back as she left. For the first time in 3 weeks, he didn't feel like he was going to explode, and he felt like he actually had a clear mind. The thing that struck him as odd, though, was that he was expecting to feel a tad revolted once the entire thing was over, but now, all he could think of was how eager he was for the next day to come. - - - - - - - - - - - The next month went by amazingly. His mother was keeping her part of the bargain, every day she would come into his room and use her hand to get him off. He knew it was wrong, but he began to look at his mother in an extremely inappropriate way. He absolutely loved the way her breasts jiggled when her hand was pumping his cock. He wanted to see them very badly, but he did not want to push the limit of their arrangement. He had gotten the portable air conditioner down from the attic and set it up in his room, using it to keep his room at a very low temperature. He told his mother it because he felt very hot in the room lately, but the truth was that it made her nipples hard and it always made him get off when he watched them rub against the fabric of her T-shirt. He heard a knock at his door, shortly after his mother walked in. He looked at the time, 6 o'clock, it was about that time of the day. He smiled at her as she entered the room. "I just got off the phone with your principal." She stated as she walked to his bed and laid down on it. Almost immediately after the first time, his attitude had become much better. He wasn't constantly frustrated, and they had gotten back to their normal relationship. He knew that most guys his age were usually pushing their parents away as hard as possible, but he and his mother had always had a very special relationship. He looked at his mother like a very good friend. They talked constantly about almost anything, and luckily adolescence hadn't ruined it for them like it had for most other sons and their mothers. "And?" He asked. She turned on her side, propping her head up with her elbows and smiled at him. "And they say that your attitude has improved drastically. He even said that you are doing better in school than you ever have in the last 3 years." She smiled at him, "I'm so proud of you, at this rate, you'll be able to get into a great college." He smiled and blushed. Even at 18 years old, he still felt a little embarrassed when she praised him. They talked for 30 minutes about how his school work was going, about a new TV show he was watching, that he knew she would be interested in, and regular gossip as they always had. She smiled as they talked and looked at the clock on his wall. "Oh, my. It's almost 6:45, we had better hurry if we are going to take care of you." He smiled at her words. She wasn't the type to talk dirty. He could even count the number of times he could remember when she had cursed on one hand. So she always referred to what they did as "Helping with his problem." Or "taking care of him". He stood up briefly to take off his boxers as she got to her usual position in front of him. Her hand reached out, the touch of her fingers causing him to jump in excitement. She giggled slightly as she began to move her hand up and down on his shaft, causing him to moan in pleasure. He looked down as she pumped his cock with her hand, watching her breasts bounce and jiggle in her shirt. He was rather upset to see that she was wearing a bra today, so their movement was very limited and he couldn't see her nipples poking through her shirt. That wasn't going to stop him from enjoying himself, however. He groaned as he felt his climax reaching its peak. He moaned, feeling his orgasm seconds away as his mother suddenly gasped, releasing her hand and standing up quickly. "What happened!?" He said with a start, looking up at her, almost angrily. She put her finger to her lips and shushed him, then whispered. "Your father is home. He just walked in the door." With that statement, she began to walk towards his door. "But I was so close!" He exclaimed. She turned and gave him a stern glare. "I already explained this to you!" She stated flatly, leaving no room for negotiation. He stood up to say something else, but she walked out of the room and went downstairs to greet her husband. Daniel put on pants as he walked downstairs to see his mother giving his father a kiss as he was taking off his shoes at the door. They exchanged their pleasantries as Daniel walked into the kitchen to grab a drink, his raging erection hidden in the waistband of the jeans he was wearing. His father walked into the kitchen and saw him, giving him a smile as Daniel was trying to use the limited use of the fingers on his right hand to try and open a soda. His mother walked up behind him and opened it for him, handing it to him as his father grabbed a can for himself from the refrigerator. "You're home early." Stated Daniel. It was only after he had said it that he hoped it hadn't sounded as accusing as he meant for it to sound. "Yeah, believe it or not, we actually had a light day!" He laughed. "Don't have many of those too often, I have to go in very early tomorrow though, going to be a hell of a day tomorrow." His father walked upstairs to change out of the suit he was wearing as Daniel walked over to his mother and spoke to her in a quiet, almost pleading voice. "Mom, I was so close! You have to help me!" She gave him a glare, but spoke just as quietly as he, "No! I explained how this would go, I don't want your father to know anything about this! You will just have to wait until tomorrow." His eyes were almost frantic. He knew that he wouldn't be able to wait until tomorrow. "Mom, please. You don't know how close I was. You have no idea what that does to a guy when he gets that close and just stops. It hurts! Badly!" She looked at him, staring directly into his eyes, and she knew he was telling her the truth. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that he was a bad liar, at least to her. He hadn't lied to her about anything since he was 6 years old and blamed the dog they had at the time for breaking one of her plates. An hour later he had run up to her crying his eyes out begging for forgiveness for lying to her and promising that he would never do it again. As far as she was aware, he never had since then. He was such a sweet boy, and it killed her inside when he told her that he was in pain. "Does it really hurt that bad?" she asked. "It almost makes me miss how I felt before we started this." He said, hope returning to his eyes as he realized that she was considering helping him. She stayed quiet as she got everything for dinner ready, then turned to him. "Fine, but only after your father has fallen asleep tonight. That is the earliest that it is going to happen. So don't say another word about it or I might change my mind." He nodded and hurried off, feeling like he might go insane before then, but not willing to call her bluff. The night went by somewhat awkwardly. They all ate dinner at the table in the dining room, which was strange in itself, as his father almost never got home before 8 or 9 o'clock. Well after he and his mother usually ate dinner while watching TV shows on the couch in the living room. The meal was filled with awkward small talk. Talking about school and his grades, his father telling them all about a big case he was working on, that neither of them really cared about. He had very little interest in his father or his work. Most of the time, it seemed that the feeling was mutual for his father, especially where his mother was concerned. He knew that they had a life away from him, so he figured they just didn't have anything to talk about when he was around. He loved his father, but the two of them had never really put much effort into getting to know the other one. They got along just fine, but their conversations were always stale and boring, and they both just stopped trying years ago. His mother was the one he got along with. They both understood each other very well. He finally finished dinner and went to his room, sitting on his computer, waiting impatiently. Several hours later, or possibly years, he couldn't be sure, his mother called to him to tell him goodnight. He yelled back to her and sat at his computer, hoping that his father fell asleep quickly, as he was starting to go insane, and the pain in his balls was almost too much to bear. Finally, after almost 45 minutes, he heard his door slowly open as his mother snuck into his room. She hadn't knocked to try and keep the sounds of her escape as quiet as possible. She closed the door and turned to him, the only light in his room coming from his computer monitor. Just barely bright enough to make her visible. She wore a nightie that ended just at her knees and was low enough as to give just a hint of cleavage. It wasn't anything new, he had seen her wearing it at night since he was 10. It wasn't designed to be sexy, only to be comfortable sleeping attire, but at this moment, the small bit of cleavage that was visible was enough to make him believe that it was the sexiest thing she could have possibly worn. "Thank god!" He whispered. "I'm sorry, your father kept tossing and turning, and I didn't want to risk waking him up as I left. So I waited until I was sure he was asleep." He said no more. He stood up and removed his boxers as his mother locked his door and moved towards him, getting on her knees between his legs as he sat back down in his desk chair. He looked down her nightie at her cleavage, wishing for nothing more than just to be able to see them. He watched as she reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock. He gasped as she immediately began to pump her hand up and down on his shaft. He let out low moans, trying to keep the noise down. The pleasure going through him caused him to jerk spasmodically on occasion. This felt even better than the first time she had done it. Hours of unbearable sexual frustration had pushed his mind beyond the capability of being able to make rational thoughts. With that, he spoke to her, causing her to start slightly, as neither of them had ever spoken during their sessions. "Mom, ooooh... Mom, let me see them, please..." She looked at him confused, but didn't stop pumping her fist. "See what? What do you want to see?" "Ooooh... your tits. Mom, please, please let me see your tits..." He continued to moan, as if he had not said anything odd at all. She quickly pulled her hand away from him. "Woah, woah, woah" was all she could say. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking up at her quickly. His voice almost desperate to know why she had stopped. "What you just asked... That's... That's not really okay to ask me. I'm your mother." "Look," she said "this isn't something sexual between us. I am trying to help you with your problem because you told me that you would be in pain if I didn't do it for you. Asking me to expose myself to you is something totally different. If this is turning into something more... um... erotic, than I... I'm not sure that we can continue." He was almost frantic now, "No! It's not! It's just... Just..." He sighted. "It's just that I've never... I mean... I've never had a girlfriend, not one that I've ever... you know...." He said a bit sadly. "Aside from pictures on the internet, I've never seen a woman's breasts. I know you're my mother, but you have a very good body, and with everything we have been doing... It's hard not to notice them when you are doing what you're doing, and they are so nice... I wanted to see them..." She blushed at the compliment about her body. With the current state of her marriage, it had been a very long time since anyone had noticed her body, let alone commented on it. "Still, it's not appropriate. I am your mother." "Mom" He said, a bit ironically, "what we have been doing the last month is not appropriate either. But you are an amazing mom who has helped me out, and it's not like it would be much more than you've been doing. I wouldn't be touching them or anything. It's not like I haven't seen them before, I have seen you topless a bunch of times when I was little." "Except when you were little, there wasn't anything sexual about it, you were very young and you needed help showering." "I know, all I am saying is that you have done it before. I just figured... you and I are so close, and you get to see me mostly naked while we do this, I just thought you wouldn't mind doing the same..." She didn't really want to do this. It felt very wrong. She wanted to tell him no. The idea made her extremely uncomfortable. She knew he couldn't be blamed, though. He was just an 18 year old teenager, and with her doing what she was doing to him, it was only natural to try and want to look at her. He did have a point though. It wasn't as if he would be touching her, just looking at her. As uncomfortable as it made her, it wasn't like he would be touching her, just looking... He had also been doing extremely well in his classes lately... She stopped and giggled quietly to herself. She couldn't believe she was using her body as a reward for academic achievements with her own son... She sat there a moment, quietly thinking, driving him mad with anticipation, afraid that he had scared her away. Then, she lifted her hand to the shoulder strap of her nightie and slowly pulled it down one arm, and the lifted her other hand to pull it down the other side. She pulled the nightie down to her waist, laying on top of her knees, exposing her breasts to him. He almost came right then and there. He was so shocked that she did it. It was exactly what he had been wanting for so long. She just sat there, her back straight, her hands in her lap and her head pointed away from him, staring at the floor. Her breasts were not as perky as they once were, but he knew from many videos that they were much better than most other 38 year old women he had seen on the internet. The thing that surprised him the most was her belly. He knew that she usually ran each morning. She wasn't a health nut, she just got very bored being a housewife and went for a run after he left for school. It had definitely paid off for her. He knew from the same videos he watched that most women her age usually had fatty deposits all along their tummy, but hers was very firm. She was no 20 year old anymore, but she was certainly far ahead of the game of most other women. She was very uncomfortable, and her cheeks were very red with embarrassment and she just sat there, blushing. She stayed quiet and let him look for a moment, before finally speaking, not turning her gaze toward him. "Can we get on with it, then?" She asked. He nodded and tried to reply, but his throat had become dry. He coughed to clear his throat and muttered "yeah." He watched with barely contained excitement as her hand reached out to wrap around his cock again. Her fingers looked so delicate when she had them wrapped around his cock, adding to his excitement. He watched her breasts intently as she pumped his shaft with her hand. He was absolutely dedicated to memorizing every jiggle and bounce. Without her shirt on, they were much freer to bounce as her hand worked his cock. He gasped and grunted as she worked him with her hand. He didn't want to finish yet, he wanted the moment to last longer, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 01 "Mom, I'm going to cum!" He said, quietly. She looked up at him as her hand continued to work him. He had never announced his orgasm before, so it took her a bit by surprise. A strange thing happened then, as she looked up at him while he spoke. He looked down at her and their eyes locked gazes. They had looked at each other's faces, but had never looked directly into each other's eyes while she was doing this. She wanted to look away, but she didn't. She just continued to stare into his eyes as she pumped his shaft with her hand. He gripped the arms of his chair and she felt his body stiffen as she began to feel the warm cum start to cover her hand, but she never broke her gaze, continuing to stare into his eyes in the dark of the room. She continued to pump his shaft while he came, neither breaking eye contact until he was completely spent. All of his muscles relaxing as he let his head fall back, closing his eyes. She grabbed hold of her nightie at her waist and stood up, walking to the towel in the corner of his room. He looked at her as she bent over to pick up the towel. With only one hand available, she was only able to hold up the front of her nightie at waist level, giving him a very good view of the top half of her ass as she picked the towel up. She wiped her hand off as best as she could one handed, and then handed him the towel to clean himself off. She stood over him while he cleaned himself and began to put her nightie back on. He stared at her breasts as long as he could until she lifted the straps on her nightie up one by one to cover herself once again. Taking away his view of her breasts. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and wish him goodnight as she left the room. She snuck quietly back into her room and laid back down in bed. No sooner had she pulled the covers up that her husband scooted farther away from her. She sighed, realizing that her son wanted more to do with her body than her own husband did. Daniel continued to lay in his chair for several minutes, reeling from such an intense orgasm. The only thing on his mind now was how worried he was about what would happen when the cast was removed in 2 weeks. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 02 He walked into his room and set his backpack down in the middle of the floor. He was getting very tired of the tedium of High School. He couldn't stand most of his peers, the teachers all gave lectures that were oversimplified and far too repetitious, and worst of all, it was all so horribly boring. Walking over to the bed, he flopped down and sighed, covering his eyes with his arms. He laid there, counting the days before he was finally through with High School. There was still almost 5 full months until his graduation, and he didn't know how he was going to survive. Laying there for nearly 10 minutes his stomach began to rumble, reminding him of his own hunger. He stood up and decided to go get a snack. After all, contemplating hopeless causes was best done on a full stomach. When he entered the kitchen, he found his mother. Her back turned to him while she prepared something at the counter. She was wearing a dirty pair of sweat pants and a baggy shirt. Her hair was in a mess all over the place. He wasn't sure what she had been doing, but she looked rather sweaty and a bit worn out. She turned around and noticed him walk into the kitchen. "Hey, hon! I heard you come home and figured you were probably hungry, so I made us a couple sandwiches." She walked the plate over to the table and set it down along with 2 cans of soda for each of them. The plate carried what appeared to be 4 turkey sandwiches with cheese. Sitting down across the table from her, he grabbed one, taking a bite. Yep, turkey with cheese. "So, how was school?" She asked, taking a bite of her own sandwich. "Boring as all hell..." He said, taking another bite. She glared at him. "Sorry... I meant just boring" He said apologetically. He talked to his mother about everything like she was one of his friends. Sometimes, though, he forgot that she wasn't really one of his high school friends, and didn't like him cursing. "Why boring?" She asked. Letting it slide this time. "I thought you were doing very well in all your classes, didn't you learn anything?" He almost laughed at that. "I'm at least 2 weeks ahead of what the teachers are lecturing on in all my classes. Everything they are teaching I read a week ago... I'm bored out of my mind all day." She smiled, "Just think, you only have a few more months, and then you will only have at least 4 more years of college until you are all done!" He laughed, "You always know just the right thing to say". They finished eating and chatted a bit more. "What were you up to all day?" he asked. "I was out back in the garden. Fall is almost here and I need to pick the vegetables before it gets too cool." She stretched, trying to get the kinks out of her neck, pushing her breasts out for display. He stared at what little he could see of them. She may have large breasts, but unfortunately even that wasn't enough to get a good view from the shirt she was wearing. He looked out the sliding glass doors in the kitchen to the back yard where she was gardening. She had her hobbies around the house, gardening, jogging, reading, and trying out new cooking creations. She had briefly taken up sewing, but had given up after finding it to be "far too tedious". He assumed that was just her way of covering for the fact that she wasn't any good at it. He couldn't blame her. He stayed mostly in his room, and it seemed like his father was never even home, so it probably didn't take very long to clean up the house. Leaving her with a large portion of the day with nothing to do. She stood from the table and grabbed their dishes, walking them to the sink and cleaning them. "I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up." She said after finishing. He stood and threw away his empty can, grabbing another from the refrigerator and followed her up the stairs. He couldn't help but look up as he walked. Her sweat pants hugged her hips, and when she walked he got a very nice view of her ass, bringing a smile to his face. She continued to her room after reaching the height of the stairs, while he turned to go into his own, closing the door behind him and sitting on his computer. He wasted 2 hours browsing the internet before his door opened and his mother walked in. "Hey, you busy?" She asked. "Nope." Was his only reply. He knew what she was asking, if he was ready for their daily visit. She never referred to it directly, nor did she ever mention it to him, aside from the occasional comment after they were done. She walked in all the way and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a regular white t-shirt now with a pair of jeans. The shirt she was wearing wasn't overly tight, but it showed the shape of her breasts much better than the baggy shirt she had been wearing before. It brought a smile to his face as he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. She rarely put one on after she took a shower. She walked toward him and slowly got down on her knees as he stood to remove his pants and boxers. He had turned on the portable air conditioner when he got into the room so that it would be nice and cool. His efforts had paid off, as could already see her hard nipples poking out beneath the fabric of the shirt. He finally removed his boxers, causing his erection to pop out to stand free. Sitting back down in the chair as she slowly inched forward, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his shaft. She started immediately, pumping her fist up and down with rhythmic precision. A low moan escaped his lips as she began. He couldn't think about the possibility that this would be one of the last times she would be doing this. The only thing on his mind was what was happening right now. She stared intently at her hand as it moved up and down his shaft, not looking up at him while she did her job. Ever since the night she had locked eyes with him, she had made sure not to look up during her visits. She didn't know how to feel about the lustful look in his eyes that night, so she decided to just concentrate on her work. He, on the other hand, stared down the entire time, watching as the motion of her arm caused her breasts to sway and jiggle. He loved the way that her nipples rubbed against the fabric of the shirt when she went braless, but he wasn't crazy enough to try and ask her to take her top off again. He was lucky that had even worked the first time. He started groaning louder, and finally began grunting. She knew he was close, and began to increase the pace as he started to cum, covering her hand with his seed. She continued for a few seconds to make sure he had finished, and slowed the motion of her hand until she had stopped completely, pulling away. She stood up and walked to the corner of the room, where she had set the now clean towel down in the corner to be used for cleaning up. She started to wipe her hand clean and turned to him. "Just think, in 3 days you will be able to take care of this yourself again and won't have to worry about your mom doing it for you." "Yeah..." he said, quietly. "You know... we don't necessarily have to stop once my cast comes off..." "I was doing to relieve pain so that you could pay attention in school. I am more than happy to pass the torch back to you once that cast comes off." He put on a fake smile, "Yeah, it will be nice to be able to use my hand again." Was all he said. She handed him the towel to clean himself up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. She walked to the door and opened it to leave, turning to tell him one last thing before she left. "Dinner will be in a little while, I'll let you know when it's ready." ------------------------ The last 3 days had come and gone far too quickly, and it was finally done. The cast had been removed. He sat at his computer chair, flexing his fingers in ways he had been unable to for the last 2 months. When most other people would have been ecstatic to have full use of their hand again, he found it to be a burden. It had taken away one of the greatest thing to happen to him. He looked at the clock. He had been home from school for several hours now, and aside from greeting him in the living room, he hadn't heard a word from his mother. He stared at the closed door and willed it to open with every fiber of his being. He had hoped, foolishly, that his mother might walk into his room for one of their visits, the same way she had for the last 2 months, forgetting that his hand was healed. The door never opened. He stood up and walked downstairs to talk to her, finding her sitting on the couch watching one of those romance movies that he would never admit he enjoyed watching as well. "Hey, what are you watching?" He asked. She told him the name of the movie, and gave him a quick recap. She tapped the seat next to her, inviting him to sit down and watch it with her. He sat and began to watch with fake interest, letting it drag on for longer than he cared to. He had hoped that something might happen between them, but she simply stared at the screen, intent on finding out which leading man the heroine would choose. He sighed and stood up, excusing himself and walked upstairs, back to his room. He had worried a bit about how he would feel when her visits stopped, but it hadn't even been a full day and he was already going crazy. He quickly dropped his pants and laid on his bed to masturbate for the first time in 2 months by himself. He thought of all the same girls he used to before. The cute cheerleader who sat 3 seats in front of him in math. The star of a television show he found extremely attractive. Nothing was working to get him off. Then he thought about the ways his mother's breasts looked the night he had convinced her to drop her nightgown. That memory worked for him quite well as he stroked himself. He remembered how red her cheeks were with embarrassment, the way that her breasts swayed and jiggled with the movement of her arm. Finally, he remembered the view that he got of the top half of her ass as she bent down to pick up the towel and he finally came. His hand continued to carry him through his orgasm as he thought about images of his mother's nude body. All of the parts he could remember and parts that he was imagining. He finally finished, wiping himself off with the newly clean towel. He had cum, but he knew he did not feel satisfied. After 2 months of having someone do the work for him, the pleasure he had felt at the touch of her fingers, it simply was not the same. He put his boxers back on and sat at the computer, watching porn until he finally masturbated again and fell asleep. ------------------------------- She placed the phone back on the receiver and stared at the ground for a moment. Daniel had been doing so well in school for such a long time that it was hard for her to understand why she was getting another call from his principal. He had told her not even 3 weeks ago that he was 2 weeks ahead of what the teachers were lecturing. Why would he have let his grades slip so far, so fast? She decided to go find out directly from him what the problem was. She walked to his room and knocked on the door, opening it and walking in after he told her to enter. He was sitting at his computer, clicking on something that she couldn't see on his monitor. She walked across the room and sat at the edge of his bed. "So..." She said, "Have you finished your homework for today?" "Nah, I'll get to it in a little bit." He answered, continuing to click on pictures on his computer. "I just got a call from your principal" She told him, her tone of voice making it obvious it was not a good call. He pushed the mouse away and swiveled his chair around to face her. He looked at her and saw the clothes she was wearing and sighed inwardly. She was wearing a nice pair of jeans that fit her very well, as well as a thin, plain black t-shirt that hugged her body tightly and showed the curves of her breasts perfectly. No more than a couple days after his cast was removed, she had started to wear these clothes. It was like she was trying to taunt him. He stared at her breasts for a moment, then looked at her face, trying not to make it too obvious. "What did he say?" He asked. "He says that you were doing an incredible job until recently. He said if you don't get back on track, that your grades will start to fall. What's happened?" She asked quizzically. She didn't sound angry, though she rarely did. They had always been able to discuss their problems. She wasn't the normal parent who just yelled at him and told him to straighten up. He sat quietly for a moment, then reached his hand up and placed it on the back of his head in thought then shrugged and spoke, "Ummm, I don't know." "You don't know? This is serious. You were doing so well before, you were on track to have an amazing year. Your GPA was skyrocketing and now you're slipping. What's gotten into you?" He sat quietly for a moment, quietly contemplating what to say. "Well... I mean... I have been... ummm... How do I put it...? I've been very... "worked up", lately..." She looked at him, confusion on her face. "I don't understand, your wrist is fine now, you should be able to take care of that with no issue." "I have been. A lot! It's just that... it's not the same as when you were doing it... Having someone else do it for me was such a different experience... I have to... to... "Take care of things" more often, otherwise I just starting thinking of what it was like before non-stop." "Well that's a bad excuse!" she exclaimed quickly. "I was only doing that to help you while you couldn't take care of it yourself. You're able to handle it just fine now that you're cast has been taken off. You need to get over it and buckle down!" He started to get a bit aggravated, "It's not like you're helping things walking around like that!" She looked at him confused. Her husband was famous for trying to shift the blame onto her during arguments, and she wasn't going to let her son do the same thing "I haven't DONE anything!" she exclaimed, defensively. He gestured to her shirt with his hand. "You've been walking around in those shirts most days since I had the cast removed. It sure isn't helping me much when it looks like you're trying to suffocate your tits in those shirts!" She looked down at the shirt she was wearing. It was a rather tight shirt, and her lack of a bra was making her nipples poke out noticeably, but she had only put in on because it was on the top of her drawer. "I have not! This just happens to be the shirt I put on today. I don't want to hear this excuse again. You need to take your schoolwork seriously. Now stop playing on the computer and do your homework." She said angrily, standing up and marching to the door. She stopped as she was opening the door. "And one more thing. They're "breasts", not "tits"! I don't want to hear that kind of language out of your mouth." She stated, matter of fact-like, promptly closing the door with her on the other side. She walked downstairs, her feet pounding the ground as she walked. She couldn't believe the nerve he had. She tried to calm down, but found herself too worked up. She tried to concentrate on cooking, putting all of her concentration into making dinner. Daniel came down a short time later, grabbing a bag of chips and stating that he wasn't hungry for dinner, and retreating to his room. Several hours later, her husband came home. She greeted him with a quick, passionless peck on the lips as he scooted past her into the kitchen. She offered him a plate of the dinner she had prepared, only to have him turn it down, stating that he had already eaten at a meeting earlier. She sighed and sat down at the table to eat alone. Both the men in her life ignoring her tonight. Her son didn't want to talk to her right now, and her husband didn't seem to want to ever want to talk to her at all anymore. She ate slowly, poking at her food with her fork and contemplating her conversation with her son, when her husband walked in to grab another drink. "Hey, hon? I've got a meeting with a big client tomorrow, so wash one of my good shirts for me, k?" he said, more of a statement than a request, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and walking out as she gave him a halfhearted "Sure..." She stood and emptied the contents of her half-eaten dinner into the trash before going upstairs to grab the dirty clothes. She sifted through it to find one of his nice shirts, moving various articles of clothing out of the way, until she stopped dead in her tracks. She pulled out one of her shirts, then another, and finally several more. They were all either low-cut, very tight, or showed skin in some place. She went to her dresser and opened it up, looking at her shirts. All of her shirts, the baggy ones, or the plain t-shirts, were moved off to the side. She hadn't been grabbing the shirts on the top after all. Had she been deliberately wearing shirts that were revealing without realizing it? Had Daniel been right about what he had told her? She looked down at her shirt again. Her nipples were clearly visible, her breasts round and defined. She started to remember the night she had visited his room in her nightgown, how he had made it known how much he enjoyed her breasts. She hadn't blamed him, of course. It was only natural for him to get some kind of thrill from the woman who was giving him pleasure, even if it was his own mother. It had obviously been difficult for him to transition from what she had done for him to taking care of the problem himself. If she had indeed been wearing such revealing clothing around him, it would have made it even more difficult for him. He had been telling her the truth, and she had gotten angry at him and acted like he was being ridiculous... She sighed and felt rather terrible. She knew better than to treat him like that. She should have listened to him. She couldn't think of anything to do about it now, so she continued picking up the clothes and proceeded to do the laundry. ------------------------- She had been dwelling over their conversation all day. She had yelled at him and gotten defensive without really listening to what he had said, and he had been right. She could relate to how hard it could be transitioning from having someone else in charge of getting you off, to doing it yourself. She had been experiencing that problem herself. She briefly thought about her husband, and tried to remember the last time they had slept together. It was hard for her to remember, and even harder to pinpoint from the few times she could remember when he hadn't just gotten himself off and rolled over, leaving her unsatisfied. She had struggled all day to try to understand why she had been wearing the clothes she had for the last several weeks. One look in the mirror today had given her all the understanding she had needed. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and a large pair of pants, and they made her feel very unattractive. Her husband had given her very little attention in over a year. Barely giving her a passing glace, or a halfhearted compliment that he didn't really mean, but felt was required of him. It was hard going through life feeling unattractive and unwanted. She hadn't realized it when she was taking care of him before, but Daniel looked at her with that look in his eyes, and her daily visits made her feel like she was actually a woman again. After she had stopped, she lost that, so she started wearing revealing clothes that made him watch her breasts and make her feel attractive again. She felt absolute terrible and very disgusted with herself. He was having issues taking care of his own problems because she had been so insecure that she needed her own son to look at her. She had to figure out how she could make it right. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 02 She knew the obvious answer, of course. However, using her hand to get him off had a much different meaning now. Before, she had done what she though any loving mother would do, taken care of his needs because he was in pain. Now, though, she would be doing it specifically for his own sexual pleasure. She wanted to try and let him get over it on his own, but his grades were starting to suffer. She didn't know how long it would take him to get back into the swing of things. He was already 2 weeks behind, and if it took him another several weeks to get over it, his GPA would very quickly start to fall, which would hurt his chances of getting into a better college. If that happened, she knew that she would never be able to forgive herself, because it had been all her fault. She slowly stood up from her chair and started to walk to stairs. Every step she took sounded like a clap of thunder to her. She reached the stairs and began to take them one at a time. With each step upwards, her heartbeat increased. By the time she reached his door, the sound of her own heartbeat was booming in her ears. She hadn't even been this nervous the first time she had knocked on his door to take care of him. This wasn't the same though, this was something very different. Then, it had been because she was taking care of something that hurt him. Now, however... it was because she had caused the very problem that was causing him distress. She knocked, the sound of her knuckles rapping against the door caused her to jump surprise. She heard him give permission to enter, he turned the nob and opened the door. She stepped in and closed the door behind her, walking to the center of his room this time, instead of sitting on his bed. "I've..." She swallowed hard to clear the lump in her throat. "I've been thinking about it today, and... and you were right. I have been wearing somewhat... provocative clothing lately. I imagine that it has been very difficult for you to go from having me take care of your needs to doing it yourself with me taunting you like that." "I wanted to apologize for the way I acted yesterday. I realized that you were right, and... I wanted to make up for it..." He sat up in his desk chair, "Make up for it? How?" His heart was now the one that was beginning to beat faster. "I will... take care of you again, on the condition that your grades improve. Exponentially improve." He was nodding like a bobble head doll in his eagerness to agree with the deal. "Definitely, I can do that." "Good... now... go ahead and... remove your boxers." He reached for the waistband of his boxers, but stopped. "Ummm... Mom? You've been... well... It's hard to say this, exactly... but you've been kind of... well... teasing me, a lot the last few weeks. Do you think that you could do it without...? I mean... Do you think that I could see them again?" Her eyes widened. She hadn't intended to expose herself to him at all, and she couldn't help but blush furiously. Her husband hadn't given her the slightest notice in well over a year, but her son was, quite literally, on the edge of his seat hoping to see her exposed breasts. It made her feel attractive again, something that she hadn't felt in quite a while. She wanted to refuse, and she probably would have this time, except for her guilt. She knew she was responsible for how his current situation, and she had been all but teasing him lately. She was already not thinking clearly, and having him make her feel so wanted made her mind a bit flustered. She looked down at the baggy shirt she was wearing today and decided once again that having him look wouldn't hurt anything. She reached down and lifted the shirt from the bottom over her head. The motion made her chest pop out, making her breasts very prominent. She removed the shirt fully and stood with half of her body exposed in the center of her son's room. Her heartbeat quickened once again as her arms twitched. Her immediate reaction was to cover herself, but she had to use her own self-control to stop herself. He stared at them again, delirious with arousal and anticipation of what he knew was to come. He was able to see them so perfectly clear with the light from his room on. The only slight sag that gravity had caused over the course of several years. The way they bounced as she walked toward him. Her erect nipples centered perfectly inside her small areolas. He committed every single detail to memory. She got on her knees in front of him again as he removed his boxers. She scooted forward between his legs so that she could reach his now fully erect cock. She stared at it for a moment, slowly raising her hand toward it and stopped herself. She sat motionless, staring at his erection. She felt nervous about doing it, even though she had done so many times before. She knew it was too late to change her mind now. She had already caused him so much pent up sexual frustration that if she changed her mind now, he might go insane. She finally decided the best thing to do was just to get it over with as fast as possible. She reached her trembling arm up further and took a breath to try and calm herself. She reach forward and wrapped her fingers around his erection. She began to move her hand up and down, slowly at first and then quickly gaining speed. He moaned noisily and watched every move that she made. He stared specifically at her large breasts bounce with the movement of her arm. He looked up at her face and realized how cute she looked with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she concentrated on her work. Her nervousness was waning, but that feeling was soon replaced with disgust. Only a very small portion of her disgust was the fact that she was using her hand on her son for nothing more than his pleasure this time. The rest was directed inward toward herself for the way that she felt about doing it now. She had felt so unattractive and unwanted for so long, and it felt good to have someone want you the way that her son did right now. He grabbed the arms of his chair and inhaled sharply. He could feel the oncoming orgasm and tried to fight it. He wanted this amazing hand job to last as long as possible, but quickly lost the battle. His first ejaculation shot into the air, landing on her arm and some on her shoulder. It made her yelp with surprise as he continued to cum in her hand. She would have never guessed that he had been masturbating twice a day. He seemed to have an endless supply of sperm that wouldn't stop. Finally, after the 6th shot, his body muscles relaxed and he melted into his chair, barely able to keep himself up. "Wow, that was a big one." She said, smiling as she slowly removed her hand from him. He looked down at her in surprise. She had never commented directly about her visits, and she had just made a statement about the size of his load. She stood and grabbed one of the shirts in the corner of his room and began to clean her hand and arm off. She looked at him in his chair and giggled audibly. He was sprawled out in his chair, his arms hanging limply, his head hanging back with his mouth open. She knew how inappropriate it was for her to think it, but he looked so cute after getting off. She walked over and handed him the shirt. "Get yourself cleaned up and finish your homework." She said. He looked up at her, still bare chested, and stared at her breasts while nodding. He watched her put her shirt back on with regret. She leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek while he was cleaning himself off and left the room. As she took each step down the stairs, she started to feel better about things. She had been terrified about how she would feel afterwards, but now that she had finally done it, she felt okay with it. As a parent, she felt happy that she knew he would be doing better in school. As a woman, however, she felt attractive and desired for the first time in over a year. She didn't dwell on that fact as much as she probably should have, but she was almost looking forward to tomorrow when she would do it again. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 03 He walked down the stairs in a pair of boxers, yawning loudly and stretching. "Afternoon, sleepy head." He heard his mother exclaim from the living room. He looked over to see her between half shut eyelids. She was sitting on the couch in front of the television, turned around in her seat to look at him. He finished yawning and looked at her confused. "What time is it?" he asked. Looking for the clock on the wall. "12:40" she replied. "You slept in kind of late today" He remembered the night before and cringed. He had stayed up all night reading textbooks for school. "Yeah... I've been studying for mid-terms. I'm surprisingly nervous." She smiled at him and stood up, walking around the couch. "You'll do fine, I just know it." She was wearing a light blue dress today. It struck him as odd, and looked somewhat out of place on her. It wasn't that she wasn't feminine, it was just that her choice of clothing rarely consisted of a dress unless it was a special occasion. This was definitely not a special occasion dress, though. It was a very plain, sky blue sundress. It hugged her just enough to give the mind only the smallest impression on the curves of her body. "You hungry? I can whip you up some breakfast... er... lunch" she corrected with a smile. The growling of his stomach was all the answer he needed, but just to be safe he smiled and happily accepted the offer. Sitting at the kitchen table, he watched as she began to open up the pantry and look through her options. He looked at the probing look on her face and smiled. She looked so cute when she was thinking hard. He had started to notice her body during her daily visits to his room. After 38 years and one child, he knew that she was no supermodel, but she had definitely kept up with herself. It wasn't until recently, though, that he had truly started to really look at all of her features. He didn't find her sexy, so to speak, but he found her extremely cute, which worked better for him anyway. She reached to move something on the top shelf, her large breasts protruding outward. He smiled and couldn't help but watch intently. In the month since they had started their visits again, he had tried twice more to get her to take her top off, but she had quickly refused both times. He was still too nervous to try and push for it, so he hadn't pursued further. "How about Bacon and Eggs? It's all I can find right now. I'll have to go grocery shopping today, I guess." She said. "Sounds good to me, you know I'll eat anything you make." She smirked and looked over at him. "And you'll like it, too!" she commented with a laugh. "You know I always do, you are the best chef in the world, after all." He said with a smile. "I want you to remember something, son. Flattery will get you EVERYWHERE in life." He gave a genuine laugh at that. He enjoyed talking and joking with his mother. They both had the exact same sense of humor, as well as the same interests in literature and films. Some of the best memories of his childhood were nights where he and his mother had stayed up late to watch monster movie marathons on cable. "So, why are you studying so hard? I thought you had gotten caught up with all of your classes again." She said, as she put the eggs in the pan to fry. He put his weary head on his arms on the table. "I have, but I am terrible at taking tests. I could know every single answer and still fail it. I just start reading the questions and all of a sudden I'm totally confused." "I'm sure you'll do fine" she said, "You just have to stay calm, read every question twice if you have to." The smell of the bacon began to waft into his nose, slowly waking him up. "Do you want to go to the grocery store with me in a little bit?" She asked. He tried to remember if he had planned anything that day, but couldn't remember anything specific. "Sure, just let me eat and take a shower and we can go." -------------------- He walked up and down the aisles, regretting his decision. It had been so long since he had gone grocery shopping with her that he had forgotten how insanely boring it could be. "Hmmmm... Should I get fresh tomatoes, or just go with the canned?" She asked. A question for him as much as for herself. I honestly could not care any less... He thought. He stared off down the aisles, burning the memory into his mind to turn down the offer next time she asked him to go. As he was trying to memorize his hatred for grocery shopping, he heard the loud sound of her yelp in surprise. He turned quickly to see a box of spaghetti hit the ground as a kid, probably around 16 or 17, not much younger than he was, step away from her. "Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going..." the teenager said. His mother gave him a small wave to tell him that it was alright and proceeded to pick up the spaghetti noodles as he walked away. "Dumb kid." Daniel said quietly. "Oh be nice, he probably just got all flustered because he can't find his mommy." Daniel laughed audibly. There was that great sense of humor again. They continued on down 2 more aisles. The constant questions about which pasta he preferred over another, or which pudding was better were beginning to break his tension. He wanted out so badly that he stared at the cleaning supplies, silently debating on whether downing a bottle of bleach was preferential to continuing the shopping trip when he heard her yelp again. He turned to see another teenage boy quickly walking away. "Sorry about that." The boy said as he hurried away. She just brushed herself off and continued on, barely paying attention. Daniel watched him pass as he rushed off. He was probably about a year younger than the first kid. As soon as he reached the end of the aisle, the first boy appeared and high fived him. At that moment he knew exactly what was happening. His blood began to boil as his face flushed with anger. He was having a hard time trying to restrain himself from running down the aisle towards them. If he was right though, he would have his chance very shortly. They started to walk down another aisle. He gave short answers to all of her questions, looking around for what he was anticipating. Soon enough, another boy, probably around 16 as well, walked down the aisle, stopping to stare at a spice rack. Sure, I know all kinds of 16 year olds who need paprika... he thought silently. He needs to figure out a better strategy next time... If I don't make him too scared to do it again, at least. Daniel had never spent much time playing sports or working out. He had spent most of his time inside on the computer or hanging out with friends, so he wasn't very bulky or muscular. He was rather lean, but he imagined that he could still scare the hell out of some 16 year old kid out for a thrill. He waited until they got close to passing, and just as he expected, the kid turned quickly, pretending to check something on the other side, bumping into his mother. He moved faster than he thought he could, fueled by anger. He grabbed the kid by the shirt, lifting him up a couple inches and slamming him against the shelves, knocking down several cans of soup onto the tiled supermarket floor. "Listen to me, you little shit!" he said loudly, thumping him against the shelves once more for good measure. "You and your little friends better get the hell out of here. If I see you in here trying to get cheap thrills again, I'm going to beat the shit out of all 3 of you, you understand?" The kids head was shaking up and down furiously. Daniel had to hold in a laugh as the teenager looked like he was about to burst into tears. He threw him down to the floor and pointed toward the front of the building, where the exit was located. He scrambled to get to his feet and ran as fast as his legs would take him toward the front. He made it to the front of the aisle, where his friends had been waiting, and continued to run as fast as his legs would take him. The other two looked at each other confused, then looked down the aisle at Daniel. Not knowing what else to do, they quickly followed him as fast as they could out the door. "DANIEL! What the hell was that about!? Are you out of your mind!?" She demanded loudly in the middle of the aisle. She looked almost as furious as he had felt a few minutes ago. He looked at her, a bit embarrassed by his conduct and the vocabulary he had used, even if it was for her benefit. He put his hand behind his head and looked at the ground. "Well... they were... the kids who kept bumping into you were... uhhh... they were trying to feel you up, mom." He said, shyly. "... What?" She asked, confusion and shock in her voice. "Those kids, they were "accidentally" bumping into you so that they could grab your ass." She looked over her shoulder at her own rear end, almost to make sure that it was still there. "Are you sure? How do you know?" She asked, sounding upset. "Well... It's one of those things that teenage guys do... pretend to bump into a girl so that you can get a handful." He said, almost like stating something that should be common knowledge. "Did you ever do this?" She asked accusingly. "What!? No! Of course not! I would never do that!" He exclaimed loudly. "... Good... Let's finish shopping." She said as she started to pick up the cans that he had knocked down. Reaching down to help her pick up the cans, he felt a sharp pain shoot up his arm into his shoulder. He knew that he was a bit out of shape, but he didn't think he would pull a muscle lifting that kid up. He rubbed his arm as she finished putting the cans on the shelf. She walked up to him and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Even still, though, you're my hero." She said with a smile. His cheeks turned bright red. Even after a full 18 years, he still felt embarrassed when she complimented him. It made him feel like a child again when she praised him for things. They finished shopping, and he, being the strong young man, helped her carry most of the bags to the car. Halfway through the parking lot, he had to stop to put some of the bags down and rub his right arm. "Are you okay?" She asked with concern. "Yeah... I think I just pulled a muscle when I picked that kid up." He said, massaging his right arm. "Well here, give me those." She said, hurrying to pick up the bags he had set down. They continued to walk toward the car, leaving him with only 1 armful of groceries as she watched him with concern. "I don't want you hurting yourself." He smiled as they reached the car, helping her put the groceries in the trunk of the car. ---------------------------- She had just finished putting the groceries away in the kitchen, walking out to the living room where he sat. "Okay, turn around." "What?" He asked, confused. "I'm going to give you a back rub. You said you pulled a muscle in your arm. This will help you relax." She said, sitting down next to him on the couch. He decided not to question her and do as she says. Turning in place on the couch and removing his shirt. Her arms slowly started to massage his arm, sending chills up his spine and giving him almost instant relief. She slowly worked his muscles with her fingers, moving up his arm and across his back, then back down his arm. By the time she finished, he felt completely relaxed. He laid back on the couch and smiled at her. "Thank you, that was amazing." She smiled back at him. "You're welcome. After all, I have to thank my hero somehow." He smirked at her. "I'm definitely going to add that to the list of things that you do amazingly with your hands." He immediately froze after speaking. He hadn't thought about that comment as much as he should have before he had said it, and immediately regretted it. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she stared at him and her cheeks blushed red furiously. "I... uh... I mean..." She turned and coughed into her hand, trying to partially cover her face. Waving her other hand at him to let him know he did not need to continue with his thought. He stood up, the relaxation he had felt moments earlier already working itself back into a knot. "I'm going to go up to my room." He said, standing and beginning to walk toward the stairs, trying to get away before she could reply. She nodded and let him leave, not commenting as he walked away. He could almost swear that the tension in the room was a physical entity that was weighing down on him more and more with each step he took. By the time he reached the stairs, he was more than eager to get away from the awkwardness that his own stupid mouth had caused. -------------------- The day continued on, both of them avoiding each other for several hours before things slowly started to become like any other normal Saturday, and they both acted like he had never said anything. She cleaned what little was dirty in the house and did laundry while Daniel spent most of the day in his room. She sat down in the living room and curled up on the sofa, reading a new romance novel she had picked up at the book store several days ago. Aside from spending 15 minutes in Daniel's room for her daily visit, she spent the whole day there, reading her book. The front door opened and she jumped in her seat, looking at the door to see her husband walking into the house. She looked at the clock on the wall. How had it gotten so late!? she thought. "Welcome Home." She told him, walking to the front door to take his coat, like a good wife would. She leaned in for a kiss, only to be given a brief peck on the lips before he walked off toward the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen to follow him as Daniel came downstairs, entering the kitchen as well to get a drink. His father looked up and saw him, "Hey, kid." Daniel looked up and gave him a brief nod. Her husband looked around the kitchen and looked to her. "So, what's for dinner?" "Well..." She started, "I thought we could order in tonight. I waited till you got home to see what you wanted to order." He thought for a second, then nodded. "Not a bad idea, it's been a while since we had some pizza." He said, as he walked past them to go up the stairs. Daniel passed him and walked to the refrigerator, a big smile across his face. "What are you smiling about?" She asked, her hands on her hips. "You didn't want to order in tonight. I bet you spent most of the night reading that new novel you bought a few days ago, didn't you?" Leave it to him to see right through her deception. They were far too close to each other to be fooled by a lie such as that. It proved the point all the more that he had guessed she was reading the novel. She gave him a sly smile, "Maybe, but that can just stay between you and I." He laughed and walked past her as she picked up the phone to call for the pizza. Forty-five minutes later, they were all sitting around the table, having one of their extremely rare family dinners. She and Daniel spoke about what had happened lately, while her husband pretended to listen. After they had finished, he began telling them about some case at work that he found very interesting, that made them both want to leave the table still hungry rather than continue to listen. "Oh!" She exclaimed, smiling. "So let me tell you what happened today..." She proceeded to tell him about their encounter with the teenagers at the grocery store. Laughing slightly at her own naivety as she told the story, leaving out the part about Daniel pushing one of the teenagers against the shelves. "Well, boys will be boys." Her husband said, reaching for another piece of the pizza. She stared at him dumbfounded as he took a bite. Boys will be boys!? she thought. 20 years ago, when they had first married, he would have jumped out of his seat and charged straight out the door on a blood hunt if she had even insinuated that someone had given her a funny look that day. Now, she was telling him about being physically groped, and he seemed to have more concerned with not dropping any pizza crumbs than with actually giving her a decent answer. "Boys will be boys?" Daniel asked him in an incredulous tone. "That's not "Boys will be boys". They were grabbing her ass..." "Daniel! Not at the table!" she chimed in, berating him for swearing. He looked over at her, "No! That's BS! That's not something you say to your wife when she tells you someone was feeling her up." He looked at his son. "I'm sorry, you're right. You should be more careful, but you should have figured out what they were doing a lot sooner." She hung her head. "Yes... I suppose you are right..." Daniel looked at him and pushed his plate away. "Sorry, I'm not really hungry anymore." He stated, getting up from the table and walking to the stairs. He looked back one last time before leaving the kitchen, seeing his mother giving him a sad smile. He knew what the smile meant. It was her silent way of thanking him for sticking up for her. They didn't need words to convey how they felt to one another. They knew each other well enough that a single smile could tell the other one an entire story. ------------------------------ The next day was a lazy Sunday. He had spent most of the day in his room on the computer while his mother stayed downstairs reading. He tried to study, but it wasn't working. He decided to give up on it for the day and just play some games. He play for a few hours before his libido began to get the better of him. Rather than go and get his mother to give him a hand job, he decided to spend a little time watching some erotic videos on the Internet. Opening his browser, he loaded up his favorite sites and began to search through video after video, finding some that were very arousing, and others that just turned him off immediately. He had never been a big fan of hardcore pornography. He liked more realistic amateur videos, as long as they weren't too grainy and low quality, of course. He found a video of a 40 year old woman and cringed, closing the page immediately. She had definitely let herself go quite a bit, and it was not appealing to want to see more of the video. He thought of his mother's body, the way it looked when she had exposed her breasts to him. The slim waist and tummy with very little fat on it. Her use of a bra had limited gravity's effects on her breasts. They hung lower than they did when she was 20, of that he had no doubt, but she was still a far cry better than most women her age he had seen on the web. She was definitely no teenager. No one would doubt her true age of 38, but the fact was that she had taken very good care of herself, limiting age's effect on her body. He continued to click through videos as his arousal grew, until he came across a video of a man receiving a blowjob. He watched it all the way through without skipping. That was one of the biggest fantasies he had since puberty. He wanted to receive a blowjob. He had often masturbated to the thought of different girls in his class on their knees in front of him, bobbing their head up and down on his cock until he came, filling their mouth with his semen. Unfortunately, though, he had always been too shy to talk to most girls, and had very few dates throughout high school. He continued to watch videos of blowjobs for another hour until his mother walked in. He jumped in surprise, not realizing he hadn't locked the door. Thank God he hadn't been watching a loud video. She smiled at him from the doorway. "Hey, you busy?" She asked. He quickly closed the browser on his PC and replied. "Nope, not really." She walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it as she always did when she came for her "daily visit". He looked her up and down as she turned to come toward him. She was wearing a green tank top with a pair of grey sweat pants. It was something that someone would wear for pajamas, or just a lazy day. On her, though, it looked so incredibly cute, and very alluring. It showed just enough of her cleavage to make his mind race. He cursed her silently, noticing the bra straps showing behind the tanktop straps. This would be the perfect shirt to wear braless. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 03 He stood and removed his only article of clothing, his boxers, leaving him completely nude as he sat back down. Several months ago, it would have made him incredibly embarrassed and uncomfortable to sit in a chair completely nude in front of his mother, but now it only made him eager for what he knew was coming. She got down on the ground in front of his chair in her usual position. Today she sat with her legs crossed, making herself comfortable. She said nothing as she reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft. She started very slowly, and after several minutes had not sped up. She was taking her time today, for some reason. It confused him why she was doing this, and in all honesty she didn't have a specific reason other than she felt like it, but she was being very slow and methodical. It felt amazing, but extremely frustrating at the same time. It was almost like she was teasing him, but it felt so good that he couldn't complain. Most days, it rarely took more than 10 minutes for him to finish. If he wasn't especially aroused, it could take 15 to 20 minutes. She had already been going for almost 15 minutes with no end in sight. Her hand was going maddeningly slow. He wanted her to speed up the pace, but relished in the bliss that he was experiencing at the same time. She enjoyed making him feel this way. It made her feel good to pleasure a man again, but it was also nice to be in control sometimes. His mind wasn't processing information like it should. He was lost in the pleasure she was giving him, the only thing he could think about right now were the feeling of his mother's hand and the videos he had been watching for 2 hours. He looked down and stared at her. Should he ask her? What's the worst thing that could happen? his mind told him. "Ooooooh Mom... that feels so good..." he said. "Mom... Oh mom... use your mouth... please..." "Excuse me!?!?" She bellowed loudly in surprise as her hand pulled away and stared up at him in shock. His eyes shot wide open. Staring down at the absolutely shocked look on her face. Oh god, I actually said that, didn't I? I thought I was just thinking it... shit! he thought, panicking slightly. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... to..." he stammered. "You better not have meant to ask me what it sounded like you were asking me." She stated accusingly. "I just... I've always wanted to know what that would feel like..." "Well you aren't going to find out what it feels like from me!" She exclaimed. "Please... isn't there anything I can do?" He asked, almost pleadingly. "No, and if you don't stop asking, then you can finish this yourself tonight." She stated with parental authority. "Okay... sorry..." He said, staying silent after this. After that, she had finished him very quickly, not lingering on the task. It had barely taken 2 minutes once she moved with normal speed. She cleaned her hand off afterwards, handing him the towel to clean himself off and left the room. The few times they saw each other the rest of the night felt very awkward, and very little was said. ----------------------- She laid next to her husband in bed the next night. She couldn't get Daniel's request out of her mind. He had asked again today, trying to come up with some kind of deal they could make. She had firmly told him no yet again. She wasn't offended by the request, she was just shocked that he actually had the audacity to ask her in the first place. She had experience in the act. In their early 20's, shortly after Daniel had been born, her husband had just started his career, and was gone for upwards of 12 hours a day working so that she could be a stay at home mother for their son. At the time, she had felt it was her obligation as a good wife to keep her husband pleased whenever he was home. Some days he would come home so exhausted that he barely wanted to move, so she would please him with her mouth so that he wouldn't have to move much. When she had first started, she imagined she had probably been terrible at it, but she quickly became what she liked to imagine was relatively skilled. He wanted her to do it very often, and she would almost always oblige. She found that she actually quite enjoyed it. It was very arousing, giving her an almost powerful feeling over the control of his pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed and she was starting to feel very warm. She licked her lips and looked over at her husband as he checked some final emails on his phone before bed. It had been so long since she had done it, and thinking about it all day had started to make her aroused. She smiled and slowly slinked beneath the covers, snaking over to her husband under the sheets. She grabbed the elastic band of his pajama bottoms and slowly started to pull them down. He jumped in surprise and whipped the covers off of himself, revealing her. She sat with her face inches away from his manhood, staring up at him with a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. "What are you doing??" He asked in shock. She gave him a wicked smile, "I just thought I might do something for you that I haven't done in a while." He shook his head and pushed her away. "No, I'm really not in the mood for that." He said, pulling up his pajama bottoms. "Besides, I have to be up early for a meeting and I need to get some sleep." He reached for the lamp on the desk and turned it off, bringing the room to darkness. She moved back to her own place on the bed, laying on her side, facing away from him. She couldn't even interest him in a blowjob, it wasn't like he had to do anything but lay there... She sighed audibly. Only in a cruel world would a son want a blowjob from his own mother more than her own husband... ---------------------------- Daniel sat at his desk the next day, reading through a textbook, studying for the mid-terms next week. He tried his hardest to concentrate, but his mind kept wandering. He had tried listening in class, but he was kept pre-occupied by the thoughts running through his head. The cheerleader who sat 2 seats to the left of him must have had dry lips today, because she kept licking them all day, keeping him completely distracted. Every time he saw her pink tongue slowly dark out of her mouth to wet her lips it was difficult to keep his erection at bay. He finally closed the book, opening up the web browser on his computer. He opened several tabs, loading different blowjob videos into each of them, watching them all the way through and bookmarking the ones that he found highly erotic. His door opened as his mother walked in, asking if he was busy. He closed the browser, letting her know he wasn't doing anything important and turned to her. She was wearing a plain t-shirt with a pair of jeans today. The shirt wasn't extremely tight, but he smiled as he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra today. She locked the door and walked to him, getting down on her knees as he removed his pants and boxers. "Mom, isn't there anything I can do to change your mind about what I asked you?" he prodded yet again. She looked up at him from her position on her knees. "No, it isn't going to happen, so just let it go." "What if I cleaned the house every day for you? Or did the grocery shopping? Or got a 100 on all my mid-terms?" he listed, trying to come up with something that would get her to agree. She laughed out loud at his offers. "If you got a 100 on every single one of your mid-terms, I would definitely consider it." She said in a joking tone. "Okay!" he said loudly. Quickly agreeing to the deal. Wait, what? she thought as she looked up at him. She had stated it as a joke. The idea was absurd. He had skated by on a C average for most of his high school career, with the occasional B. She knew her son was smart, and that he had picked up the slack quite a bit these last few months, but the idea of him getting a 100 on all 6 of his mid-term exams was a bit hard to believe. But then again... if she agreed to it, he was almost assured to study as hard as possible for all the exams, helping his grade that much better, and she wouldn't even have to do anything other than make the deal. What if he actually manages to pull it off? she pondered. Well, at that point, he almost deserves it! she thought with a smile. "Alright, sure. I am being serious about it though. Not a 95 on each. Not 5 100's and a 99, I mean a grade of 100 for every single one of your 6 classes, otherwise no deal." She said. He thought about whether or not it would be possible to even do that. He was nervous enough at passing as it was. He was going to make absolutely sure that there was no doubt in his mind about any of these tests. He smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely!" She put her fist to her mouth to hide a giggle. She had almost forgotten how excitable young men could be when you dangled even the most remote possibility of something sexual before them, and he was so cute when he got excited. She just smiled and proceeded to use her and on him until he climaxed. After cleaning up, he quickly opened up his book and began to study with earnest. He had a full 5 days until his mid-term exams, and he planned to use every waking second to study. ------------------------------- The first 5 days were easy, he had been so wrapped up in studying that he had barely spared the energy to think about his payoff, but after the exams had been the hardest part. He took each exam and knew that he had done amazingly, but then came the weeklong vacation between semesters. It had given him enough time to obsess over every one of the answers he had written down, and to worry and fret over how his test scores would turn out. The first Monday back, he had practically ran to his first period class, hoping to get his grades that much sooner. Each period had dragged on, but he continued to get the good news of a 100 on each of his exams from every period. Until 5th period, that is. The paper could not have knocked the wind out of him any better if it had grown arms and slugged him in the stomach. He stared at the words written in red ink on the page with such shock that they may have been his execution orders. 98/100 Great Job!!! A+" His final period in Math has made him feel even worse. He stared at the big 96 written at the top of the sheet and simply let his head fall to his desk. She had been quite clear about the deal. A 100 on each of his exams, or nothing at all. He had four perfect grades and a 98 and a 96. ------------------------------- She greeted him at the door as he walked in. "Hey! How did it go?" She asked, seeing the sullen look on his face. She hoped that the look was for failing to meet the requirements of their deal, rather than having failed the tests. He pulled the 6 exams out of his bag and handed them to her, not saying anything as he walked past her to the kitchen. She walked slowly behind him, reading each one as he grabbed a canned drink from the refrigerator. "These grades are amazing!" She exclaimed. "Yeah... I'm going to go up to my room." He said, walking past her to go up the stairs. She watched him go, almost feeling sorry for him. She knew how hard he had tried, and how much he had wanted his payoff. She had seen him studying each night until the small hour of the morning, and had more than once found him sleeping at his desk with his head on one of the pages when she had gone to wake him for school. She walked to the couch, reading each of the tests and the questions he had answered. She couldn't even believe that he had done as well as he did. It was truly exceptional. She set them down on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, quietly contemplating to herself about their deal. She had made it extremely clear what the requirements would be. Even though she had assumed that he would not be able to live up to the requirements, he had truly shattered all of her expectations and done much better than she could have dreamed he would. She had found that she had mentally prepared herself for the possibility that he might somehow pull it off and that she would have to hold up her end of the deal. She had spent a good deal of time letting the idea run through her head, wondering to herself whether or not she would be able to go through with it if he succeeded. She had eventually decided that she would, if he was able to hold up his end of the bargain. After all, it wasn't extremely different than what she was already doing for him. She would just be using her mouth instead of her hand. She looked through the papers and felt a small piece of regret growing in the back of her mind. She had assumed he would not be able to live up to the terms, but having mentally prepared herself for the possibility of his passing, she had almost felt a little excitement from the idea of giving a blowjob again. She knew how much he wanted it and how hard he had tried... She looked up at the clock and was shocked at how much time had passed. She had spent hours coming to this decision, apparently. She stood and walked up the stairs to his room, opening the door and asking if he was busy. He told her that he wasn't, and she stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind her. She walked to the front of his chair and got on her knees as usual, waiting for him to remove his boxers. He was frustrated with his own failure. He knew that his mother would not hear a single word he had to say on the matter, though. They had made a deal, and he was not able to hold up his end. He sighed and stood, putting a finger in each side of the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulling them down, sitting back down in the chair, waiting for her to begin. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his erection as she had close to 100 times before, and very slowly began to work her hand up and down. She did this for several minutes, slowly driving him crazy with desire once again. His frustrations melted away, though the regret of a missed opportunity still hung in his heart. He let his head fall back on the chair and let his eyes close as his arms went lip. Every muscle in his body felt relaxed and filled with pleasure as she worked him with her hand. "I've thought about it," She said, her hand still moving up and down as she spoke. "I don't want you to think that anyone in life is going to give you anything just for simply trying... but this one time, I'll reward you. I know how hard you worked to get those grades, and I'm very proud of you... So even though you didn't hold up your end of the deal, you did well enough that I want to reward you anyway." He was looking down at her as she spoke, eagerly hanging onto every word she said. He tensed as her hand stopped moving on his shaft. She kept it at the base of his cock, her fingertips resting gently on his balls as she kept it standing straight. She scooted forward a bit, and slowly began to lean down. She stopped and stared at it for a moment before smiling and slowly opened her mouth and took him inside. He felt the softness of her lips first, causing him to jump a bit at the sensation. She began to take him deeper into her mouth as he began to feel her tongue on the underside of his cock. He breathed heavily and moaned loudly. "Oh god, mom..." He watched as her head moved up and down in his lap, his erection disappearing between her lips each time she went down. She let her head bob up and down, her hand resting on the base of his shaft to hold it in place. She enjoyed giving her first blowjob in years. She wasn't worried about the ramifications of what she was doing, only that they were both enjoying it. She applied pressure with her tongue to the underside of his cock as her head moved up and down in his lap, causing him to gasp loudly. She smiled at his reaction, remembering how nice it was to make a man feel like that. He gasped and groaned as he watched her work him with her mouth. The sight of his cock disappearing behind her lips was driving him crazy. He had spent several years fantasizing about how a real blowjob would feel, but nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of her tongue massaging the head of his cock as he was in her mouth. He wanted to grab her head and guide her, but he was too scared to touch her. Even still, his pleasure was beginning to get the best of himself and he felt his orgasm approaching quickly. "Mom! Oh... oh God! Mom!" She heard him speak and felt his erection twitching in her mouth and knew what was coming next. She pulled her head away, causing a *pop* as her lips left his erection, and began working her hand again as fast as she could. Even when she used her hand it felt amazing now. Her saliva letting her hand easily glide up and down his shaft with ease. His eyes squeezed shut and he groaned loudly as he released an enormous load, completely covering her hand in his seed. She watched him cum, seeing and feeling it all over her hand as she pumped up and down. He looked down after his orgasm had passed and was surprised to see his mother's face. She had such a satisfied smile on her face, proud of the work she had done. He smiled down at her, thinking about how cute her face was when she smiled. She stood, still smiling and began to walk to the corner, where the dirty towel was sitting. "Thank you, mom. That was so amazing!" he exclaimed. "You're welcome, honey." She said as she began to clean the mixture of her own saliva and her son's semen off of her hand. "Is this a onetime thing, or can we do this every day?" He asked with a very hopeful tone in his voice. She handed him the towel and thought about it. They hadn't discussed whether their deal pertained to every day afterward, or just once. She didn't see the harm in it. She was going to be taking care of him either way, and she enjoyed using her mouth more than using her hand, so she might as well. "I won't say that it will be every single day. That would make my jaw sore, but sure." She told him, smiling at the excitement showing on his face. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and left the room, closing the door behind her. She smiled to herself as she walked downstairs and picked up another new romance novel and began to read. -------------------- She tried to pay attention to the novel, but the sentences blurred together, not making sense to her. It was hard to concentrate on the words on the page when she was so excited. She turned the television on, trying to pay attention to something else, but even the shows she liked didn't seem very interesting to her. She finally decided to go take a shower to try and calm herself down. She felt uncomfortable with herself with how aroused she had become after leaving her son's room. Turning the knob, the warm water began to flow from the shower head. She tested the temperature with her hand before she began to remove all of her clothing. She stepped into the warm water and let it flow down her body. The stood with her head under the water, trying to calm herself. The water flowed from her head, down her slim neck to the rest of her body, beads of water collecting on her breasts and across her tummy. Reaching forward, she turned the knob as far to the left as it would go, trying to match the temperature of the water to the fire burning inside her. Her hand moved subconsciously without her even realizing it, moving across her tummy until it was between her legs. She quickly realized what she was doing, and finally accepted that if she was going to calm down, she needed to take care of her own problem. Unlike her son, she had no one but herself to take care of her own pleasure. Her fingers reached for her clitoris and began to rub. A moan immediately escaped her lips as she rubbed lightly at first, and then began to increase her speed. Bending forward with her left hand on the shower wall, she continued to masturbate. Her tongue licking her lips as she remembered the way his erection felt between her them. The way her tongue felt rubbing the underside as it moved in and out of her mouth. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 03 Right now, it didn't matter that he was her son, all she could remember was the way he groaned with pleasure as she used her mouth, and the way he looked at her with such lust. She yelped loudly as her speed increased. Her fingers curled against the shower wall, her nails trying to dig into it. Her eyes opened wide and her head whipped back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body shuddered with wave after wave of pleasure from her orgasm. She let out quiet moans and small, sharp yelps as the pleasure filled her. It had been far too long since she had had any type of release, and her orgasm was so intense that she was having trouble keeping enough concentration to stay standing. Her fingers slowly uncurled from against the wall as her hand slowed and finally stopped rubbing her clitoris, dropping to her side. She lay there as the water slowly became cooler with every passing second. Finally, she quickly cleaned herself off before the water became too cold and exited the shower. Stepping into the bedroom, she collapsed on the bed and lay there nude to dry herself in the cool air. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable with herself. Not only had she gotten so aroused by giving her son a blowjob, but she had also masturbated to the thought of it. She could understand his reasons for getting so excited about it, he was an 18 year old boy, and with what she had been doing for him, it would have been impossible for him not to become so excited. She was a 38 year old woman, however. She should be more level headed about things than this, and not let her libido control her so much. Her misgivings were starting to slowly come back to her. She felt very dirty about the deal she had just made, but she couldn't back out now. She had told him she would continue using her mouth on him, and she had never backed out of anything she had told him since he was very young. It had always been a silent understanding between them that when one of them said they would do something, that they would do it. So she would continue with their arrangement against her better judgment as long as his grades continued, but she would have to try and control herself better... Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 04 He plopped the backpack onto the floor next to the door, giving an audible sigh of relief. From the pain in his back, the thing might have weighed a ton. "At least I won't have to worry about carrying around 6 periods worth of books when I go off to college", he thought naively. "Hey!" His mother said loudly as she walked out the kitchen. Instead of coming straight to him, she turned and picked up three envelopes from the coffee table and walked to him, holding them out to him. "Open them." She said excitedly. He smiled, taking the envelopes. "What are these?" he asked calmly. Knowing that they were responses for the college applications he had sent in. "Just open them!" she said. "I have been waiting all day for you to get home to see what they say. I almost opened them half a dozen times." He smiled and opened them slowly, reading each one slowly, only adding to her anticipation. He finally finished the third and pulled it away from his eyes. He had been a bit overzealous in his applications. He had applied to 10 different schools, and with the 2 acceptance letters he was holding in his hands, that brought the total to 3 acceptance letters and 3 rejections, with 4 not having arrived yet. He was a bit surprised he had gotten accept to even 1, let alone 3. "I was accepted to Havenbrook and Hamilton, but I was rejected from Fieldwater." He stated flatly. He was a bit surprised by her response. She literally squealed and threw her arms around him. "I knew you could do it! What have I always told you? You are the smartest guy I know!" she said loudly, planting a kiss firmly on his cheek. He smiled and blushed at her delight. At 18 years old, he still got embarrassed when she complimented him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's still 4 schools that I was rejected from." he said, smiling as she kissed him on the cheek. "Who needs those school anyway? You're much too smart for them! Now, you only have a month and a half of high school left, so all you have to do is pass all your exams with flying colors, which I of course know you will do, and you will be home free!" she exclaimed. He laughed out loud at her enthusiasm. He was still waiting on replies from 4 more schools. The differences in distance ranged from the next city over, to all the way across the country. He hadn't decided which one to go to yet. His mother wouldn't give him any advice on which one to choose. He knew that his father had the money to send him wherever he wanted to go, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to rely on his father's money yet. He was waiting to see what scholarships he could get before he decided for sure. "I am going to cook you a feast tonight, in honor of your acceptance!" she exclaimed loudly. He laughed again, "Thanks mom, but a simple dinner will be fine." "You are my son and I can spoil you however I choose. Now you will shut that mouth and eat whatever immaculate feast I give you." She stated. Making it obvious that this was not up for discussion. She turned to go to the refrigerator and pull out some meat. "Now go to your room while I start dinner, I'll be up there in a little while." He smiled as he walked up the stairs to his room. Her daily visits had turned into such a routine that she could say something like "I'll be upstairs in a little while" and it seem like the most normal thing in the world. He sat down at his computer and began to browse the internet. Normally, he would have been doing his homework, but they didn't give many assignments to seniors this close to the end of the year. He decided to spend a few hours playing games on his computer, until his mother walked in. He smiled as she walked in, standing to remove his belt and take off his pants... ---------------------- He got to the front door with a smile on his face. Only a month left before he was completely done with high school. He couldn't stand the cliques, the cramped and dilapidated public school buses, or the sad, underpaid teachers for another year. The fact that it was Friday and he had the weekend off only added to his good mood. He had received the final 4 letters. He had only been accepted to one other school, in the next city. Now all he needed was to find out what scholarships he could get and he would finally be able to make a decision. He stretched as he walked into the kitchen, glad to be home and spend the weekend doing something fun instead of listening to bored teachers give lectures they didn't really care about anyway. He grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and began to drink. He looked around, checking the back yard and the living room, wondering where his mother was. He walked up the stairs to her room. Her door was open, and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wringing her hands and crying. "Hey, mom." He finally said in a low voice. She jumped slightly, surprised to hear him. "Hey, you" she said. Her voice sounding nasally and weak from crying. He walked into her room sat next to her on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong, mom?" He asked, sympathetically. She wasn't the type of person to cry over little things, so walking in on her like this meant something was very wrong. She put on a fake smile. "Nothing." She said, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes again. "I'm fine, just one of those days. You know how it is. How was school?" "It was alright... same as usual... tell me what's wrong." He said. "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Please, don't worry about it." Putting extra emphasis on the please. "Alright." He said, nodding. He wanted to push and prod her for the answer, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. If there was something she didn't want to say to him, it most certainly wasn't going to be said. "Your father won't be home tonight, he left on a business trip this morning. He won't be back until next Sunday." "Alright..." He said, trailing off, thinking to himself, and then smiled. "Well, in that case, I've got the perfect thing for us, you'll love this." He quickly got up and raced to his bedroom, coming out and back into her room a few moments later with something in his hands. He promptly handed it to her. She looked it over quizzically. It was a large assortment of DVD movies. "What's this?" she asked. "Two different box sets. One that has the best horror movies ever made, and the other has the worst ever made!" He said, with a smile on his face. "I picked them up at the mall last weekend, and I figured since dad's gone, we can have a horror movie marathon." Ever since he had become a teenager and she had started letting him watch scary movies, it had become a custom to watch them together. Sometimes they would get scared together, sometimes they would just spend the whole movie laughing about the poor acting and the low quality effects. He had thought immediately of his mother when he saw them, remembering the times they watched low-quality and downright bad horror films when he was younger. She smiled genuinely. "There are at least 20 movies here!" She exclaimed. "Yep, and it will probably take us all weekend to watch them all if we start as soon as possible." He said with a smile. "Alright. You get settled and out of your school clothes, I will start some popcorn." She said as she stood and walked to the kitchen with an almost genuine smile on her face. He smiled as he saw that, happy that he was able to make her smile again as he went to his room, changing into a T-shirt and pair of sweat pants. ---------------------------- It had gotten dark outside a long time ago, they were already on the 4th DVD in the boxed set. This one was one of the bad ones. They had laughed through most of it and were spending the entire film pointing out where they saw strings or where the rubber masks were coming off. He smiled, seeing another string and turned to her to point it out. His almost childish enthusiasm was immediately quashed as he saw the tears streaming from her eyes once again. He paused the movie, not saying anything this time, hoping she would tell him what was bothering her so much. She just stared off for several agonizing minutes before she spoke softly, not looking at him as she concentrated on each word. "I'm going to ask your father for a divorce." Time immediately stopped as she spoke the words. The idea of his parents separating had never even occurred to him before. Sure, they had their ups and downs like every other marriage, but he just assumed they would always get past it. He didn't know how to feel about this. "W... What?" "Your father and I have been having a lot of problems for the last year or so... or... I should say we haven't had any problems at all..." She took a breath, readying herself to explain everything to him. "Aside from brief greetings, we haven't talked in 2 years. I can't remember the last time we had an actual conversation." "And... well... sorry for telling you this... but we haven't been intimate in over a year... and the year before that... well, let's just say that he wasn't overly interested in my enjoyment. It was a bit awkward listening to his mother tell him about his parent's sex life, but it was unbelievable that this had been going on. He had no idea about any of this. They seemed civil when they had dinner occasionally, but he just assumed that they were more open when he wasn't around. "This morning, after I made breakfast, I went into the bedroom to let him know that the food was ready, and he told me he didn't have time to eat because he had to hurry to catch his flight. He had a packed suitcase with him. I asked him where he was going and he just "Oh, I forgot to tell you?" and then laughed it off like he had forgotten something trivial." She said, tears falling down her cheeks again. "He had known about the trip for 2 weeks, and he had forgotten to tell me about it. That was when I knew for sure. I had hopes that maybe things would get better, I had tried so hard to get his attention and make him interested in our marriage again, but when he forgets to tell me about something as major as him leaving for an entire week... I knew that he really didn't care anymore." "What a bastard!" he exclaimed loudly, his anger boiling inside him. "Hey!" She said loudly, trying to wipe her tears away as she began to speak. "Just because he doesn't want to be my husband does not mean that he isn't still your father. Don't talk that way about him." He was too angry to listen to her. "No! That's totally messed up! How could he do that? I wouldn't even forget to tell the mailman that I was leaving for a week, let alone my own wife!" He was confused and upset when she told him her plans, but now he knew exactly how to feel. "I agree completely. You need to divorce him. You can't put up with that. You're much too good for that, you deserve better!" She smiled and put her hand on his cheek, looking up at him with her tear stained eyes. "You're such a good son." He reached out and put his arms around her, holding her tightly as she began crying once again. He didn't know how this had gone on for so long without him realizing it. Was it obvious and he just didn't realize it, or had they hidden it from him very well? He just held her and ran his fingers through her hair while she cried. Eventually she fell asleep in his arms. Picking her up, he carried her to room, setting her gently in her bed and pulling the covers on her. He walked to his room and laid down in his own bed. He knew that sleep wouldn't come easy tonight. There were so many things running through his head. ------------------------- The next morning, he walked downstairs in his boxers. He was very worried about her, but first, he was on a mission for food. The only thing he had eaten the night before was a bowl of popcorn, and the bombshell his mother dropped on him had taken away any appetite after that. Now, however, he was starving. He walked into the kitchen and saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. She noticed him walk in, and pushed an empty bowl to one of the other seats. He sat down, pouring the bowl full and covering it with milk, taking several bites before he could think of something to say to her. "Good Morning." Was the best that he could come up with. "Good Morning" She replied, smiling slightly as she spoke. "A bit hungry, are we?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, a bit." Promptly pouring more into his bowl, filling it to the top and pouring more milk. "Thanks for listening to me last night. I know that couldn't have been easy..." He shook his head, finishing the food in his mouth. Upset or not, he knew better than to speak to his mother with a mouth full of food. "You know that you can talk to me about anything. Especially something so important... I just can't believe this was going on this whole time and I didn't notice..." She shook her head slowly. "You and your father have never been particularly close, but he and I always had a good private relationship. Things weren't very different from how they've always been around you, but it changed drastically behind closed doors." "I see..." were the only words that he could muster. He felt a bit better after hearing that. He was worried that he had been so wrapped up in his own life that he had completely ignored that of his parents. "So... When are you going to talk to him about it?" He asked. She sat quietly, staring into her bowl for a moment. "When he gets back next week, first thing. I don't want to prolong it or drag it out. I've given it plenty of time to see if things would get better. They're obviously not, so I need to just face the facts and deal with it head on." After his 3rd bowl of cereal, he was satisfied. He leaned back in his chair, pushing it away from him. She stood up and started to grab the dishes from the table. He saw now that she was wearing a nightie very similar to the one that she wore to his room the night she had snuck out of bed to relieve him. This struck him as odd, because she hadn't worn her nightie in the middle of the day in longer than he could remember. She normally put on at least sweats when she was in the house. She must have been too preoccupied to care what she put on this morning. He felt a bit terrible looking at her, though. She was obviously still very distressed, but his eyes were staring at her nipples poking through the slim fabric of her nightie. He had tried twice since their recurrence to get her to take her top off, but she had very flatly told him that she would not do it each time. Her pert response had kept him from asking again, realizing that it was a bad idea, not wanting to have her stop their daily meetings. Still, though... he wanted to see them again... He had seen them twice and he could still remember every little detail. The slight, almost unnoticeable sag that gravity had caused after 38 years. The way her nipples had stood erect in the chilly air in his room. He even remembered the tiny bumps on her small areolas. He recalled the way that they jiggled while she worked her hand up and down on him and began to ponder what they would look like while her head bobbed up and down in his lap... He shook his head and brought his thoughts back to the present. He had more important things to think about, and she needed him right now. "So," he said, "Are we going to keep the movie marathon going today?" She turned to him from the kitchen sink and gave him a genuine smile. "If you can stand spending the day with your mother, I would be more than happy to." He smiled back at her. "Mom, there isn't anyone I'd rather spend my Saturday with." She laughed, "Flattery, son, will get you everywhere in life." She walked away from the sink and headed to the living room. He got up and followed her. All the curtains in the house were still drawn from yesterday, so the house was eerily dark for a Saturday morning. It was the perfect setting to watch horror movies all day. He put in the next DVD from the boxed set. He had decided to skip the one they had been watching last night rather than finish it. He didn't want to have her remembering the events of last night. Sitting back on the couch, he pressed play, leaning on one of the arms as the movie started. ------------------------------ They weren't able to finish even close to all of the movies over the weekend. It was Tuesday evening, and they were nearing the end of the collection. She was laying down on her side, facing the television with her head on his lap. He had been very affectionate the last several days, keeping his arm around her while they watched movies and stroking her hair while she laid her head in his lap, like he was doing now. It had been a very emotional few days, and she appreciated the attention. Knowing he was there, willing to hold her and listen to her was something that had helped her get through it all. She would have to face things when the weekend came and her husband returned, but for now, it was just her and her son, and she quite liked that. The film had a very poor plot, and the special effects were less than ideal. With what she could only assume was an attempt to breathe some interest into a boring movie, they filled it with as much graphic sex and nudity as 2 hours could possibly fill. Soon, yet another mostly nude blonde actress come into the screen, her obscenely large breasts bouncing as she ran through the halls, trying to escape the killer. "I miss being that young, looking like that." She said. He looked over at her, "What?" he asked quizzically. "Being that young and pretty." She replied, longingly. "Are you kidding me? You look fantastic!" He stated emphatically. She let out a small, derisive laugh, "Yeah, right. Maybe if I still looked like that I wouldn't be in the situation I'm in now with your father." "Hey!" he exclaimed loudly. "Dad is a moron!" "Daniel!" She rebutted. "No!" He interjected, "I don't care what his reasons are, but they sure as hell are not you. They aren't your personality and they definitely are not your body." He took a second to calm down and breathe. She didn't speak, letting him finish. "I know it's not exactly "proper" for me to say so, but you have an amazing body." She snorted, gesturing toward the TV. "You're not going to get me to believe that I look better than that." She said. He looked at the television. He had paused the movie, and the woman was stopped in mid-stride. She was wearing nothing but a very thin thong, her large breasts stopped in mid-sway. "I sure as hell will. First of all, her tits are obviously fake." He stopped, seeing the look his mother was giving him. "Sorry... her "breasts" are obviously fake, it's physically impossible for someone that stick thin to have breasts that enormous, and on top of that the way they look is frankly a turn-off. Secondly, I highly doubt she is naturally that skinny. She either starves herself or she pays a lot of money for surgery." Several years of neglect from a disinterested husband had left her self-esteem too low to allow her thoughts to be swayed so easily. "It still doesn't change the fact that I don't look the same as I did 20 years ago." Rather than the same heated statements he had made previously, this time he spoke levelly in a matter of fact tone. "No, you don't. You're almost 39, but you have taken very good care of yourself, and from the parts of it you have shown me, you have by far the best body I have ever seen for someone your age." "And how many other almost 40 year old women's bodies have you seen?" She asked inquisitively, a look of amused surprise on her face. "Mom, I'm a hormonal teenager with a fast internet connection." He stated flatly, with a smile on his face. Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 04 She laughed genuinely at that comment. "Mom, you know I would never lie to you, so I'm not going to try to sugar coat this. Your ti... breasts have a slight sag to them, but it would be impossible for that not to be the case. They're still more firm than anyone I've seen your age, and they're naturally large. You have a great ass from what I've seen of it, and aside from a little bit of excess, you have a mostly flat tummy. Add that to the fact that you have one of the cutest faces I have ever seen and any man in his right mind wouldn't be able to resist you." His sincerity was finally able to break through her shell with those last statements. She smiled and blushed. Looking away with embarrassment from receiving the attention she had been so eagerly craving for the last several years. "Do you really think that about me?" She asked sheepishly. "Absolutely. I would prefer your body over someone likes hers any day." Gesturing toward the television. "You're real. You have a real body. A very attractive body, plus a very cute face." "You think I'm cute?" she asked in a shy voice. It had been so many years since someone had last admired her that she felt like a schoolgirl with butterflies in her stomach. She watched the way he was looking at her body and looked down at herself. She was wearing another nightgown, not having put on real clothes in several days. Her leg tucked under herself was causing quite a bit of her leg to show off, and the low-cut neckline showed off ample cleavage. She stood from the couch, moving into the center of the room, between her son and the television. She reached down and began to lift the nightgown up into her hands at waist level, revealing a pair of plain white panties underneath. She began to lift it further upwards, but stopped just above her naval. She had exposed herself to her son twice before this, but those times were different from now. Before, she had been uncomfortable with her son staring at her, but did it nonetheless. This time, however, she wanted him to see her. She wanted his hungry eyes to burn into her body as she drank his eager attention like an elixir. Finally she lifted the nightgown over her head, causing her exposed breasts to shove outward as her back arched forward to lift the nightgown over her head. He hadn't known what she had been doing at first, but quickly came to understand as she began to lift her nightgown up. He had been rather disheartened to see her in panties, but the chance to view most of her body again was something that he would not let be spoiled by that. She lifted the nightgown above her head and tossed it to the ground, looking back at him. She smiled as she saw how quickly his eyes darted around her body, always coming back to her breasts. She knew how much he liked them. He still often tried to get her to remove her top for him, to which she had refused each time. She moved her hands to her chest and cupped her breasts from underneath, lifting them and squeezing them together somewhat. She gave him a wry smile as she spoke. "Do you really like my..." She paused for a moment, debating on her words, but finally decided. "My... "tits" so much?" She asked him. He nodded emphatically. His mother was not a prude, but she was very proper in her speech and did not like cursing, nor derogatory terms such as tits. To hear her say that, with her breasts cupped in her hands made his already raging erection strain his boxers. She smiled and let her breasts go. She turned around, sticking her behind out for a better view. "And I think you said you liked my butt?" she asked. He stared at her round ass sticking out and nodded once again. She did not have a large ass, but that was probably a good thing. If it had been large, it probably would not have handled as well over time. As it was now, it was just large and round enough for her panties to barely cover it completely. "Very much so." He stated, his heart beating what felt like a thousand beats a second. She smiled once again and turned to him, giving him a full view of her exposed breasts. Subconsciously, she knew that she was simply fishing for compliments. She was mentally exhausted from the last several days. She felt completely drained, but right now, it didn't matter that he was her son. All that mattered to her right now was his attention. After years of being made to feel so unattractive by her husband, she was willing to do almost anything for the attention of a man right now, and her son was the young man who was closest and most attracted to her. She moved towards him, gesturing for him to remove his boxers. He eagerly complied as she began to sink to her knees in front of him on the floor in front of the couch. She hadn't taken care of him in several days, and she knew that must have been tough on him. She grabbed his erection with her fingers and leaned forward, running her tongue from base to tip. He jumped in excitement at the feeling. She knew how she could get his approval right now, and exposing herself to him was only part of it. She wasn't going to just use her mouth as she had been for the last several months. She was going to give him a real blowjob, something unlike anything he had experienced. She wanted to thank him in her own way for being so good to her the last several days. She was going to give him the best blowjob she knew how to give. Her tongue moved up and down his cock, covering it with her saliva. She enjoyed the sounds he made as she took him into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down in quick succession. She stopped bobbing her head, with his cock still deep in her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around in her mouth, stimulating him with it. She slowly lifted her head until his erection had left her mouth with a loud "pop". He was out of breathe, a look of wild surprise and pleasure in his eyes at the feelings she was giving him. It brought a smile to her face as she lowered herself back down. He thought she was taking him back into her mouth, but she kept going lower, until finally her tongue left her mouth once again and made contact with his balls. He jumped and let out a yelp in surprise at the sensation, and she continued. His moans became much louder. She smiled at his reaction and continued her work. She gently licked his balls with the tip of her tongue as he groaned in pleasure. Her head moved forward to suck one of his balls into her mouth as her hand moved up and down on his cock, her saliva causing her fingers to easily glide up and down. His moans were arousing her incredibly. Each time she ran her tongue over his balls, the sounds of pleasure he was making were causing her body to shudder. She used one hand to hold his cock in place while her other hand moved to her breasts. She squeezed and fondled her own breasts for several moments before her hand began to travel down her tummy. She was using her lips to suck on one of his balls by the time her fingertips disappeared under her panties. She inserted two fingers into herself and began to move them in and out, causing her to moan loudly and yelp in pleasure. He looked down at her as she started moaning and nearly lost control of himself. The sight of his topless mother, on her knee's with one of his balls in her mouth and her hand furiously working away in her panties made him almost blow his load on her face right then and there. She lifted her head up and brought his cock back into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on his lap once again. He was as lost in the act as she was by this point. His hands lifted to the back of her head and wrapped into her hair as she worked his cock with her mouth and tongue. He began to apply pressure to the back of her head as she went down, guiding her as he saw her arm furiously working her own pussy. "Oh god, Mom.... I'm gonna cum." He managed to say between exasperated breathes. She had been finishing him with her hand for so long that her head began to lift off of his cock instinctively. This time, however, his hands were on the back of her head. As she tried to pull away, his hands pushed her head back down, feeding his cock back into her mouth. A muffled "mph!" was the only protest she was able to give before she felt her son begin to fill her mouth with his seed. The act of him doing it, the feeling of him cumming in her mouth made her climax as her fingers continued to rub her clitoris in her panties. "Oh god, Mom! Mom! Oh god! Ugh! Mom!" was all he kept repeating while her body filled with ecstasy as he continued to cum in her mouth. Each time his cock twitched in her mouth and sent another spurt onto her tongue, a wave of pleasure erupted through her as she continued to rub her clitoris with her fingers. His hands remained on the back of her head, though it wasn't necessary as the orgasm she was experiencing was dependent upon the cock in her mouth. Soon, he stopped cumming and his hands fell from the top of her head. She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a "pop". She sat up and smiled at him, swallowing the last of his cum still on her tongue. "Mom... that was... incredible..." he said, between breaths as he collapsed back onto the couch. It had felt so amazing to finally cum in her mouth. The only evidence of his orgasm showing itself as twitches in his mother's throat. She smiled up at him, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I figured you have been so sweet to me the last several days, and I haven't been taking care of you, that I might make up for it." She said as she put her nightgown back on. He grinned at her, "And there's not even a need for a towel this time." He said with a curt laugh. He watched as her eyes widened at his comment and she looked away quickly, her cheeks turning red. Even with everything they had just done, she still felt embarrassed with him making comments about it. She stood and turned away from him, picking up her nightgown and slipping it back on to his disappointment. "We had best be getting to bed. It's late and you have school tomorrow." "Ugh, it's the last month of school. Most of the seniors don't even show up anyway." He said. "I don't care! YOU are not most seniors. You will go to school until the last day without exception." She stated flatly, with parental authority. He nodded, the thought of disagreeing with her not even present in his mind. They both continued on to bed, with her giving him a kiss on the check at his door and proceeding to her own. She laid in bed, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm as she replayed the events of the night over in her head as she fell asleep. --------------------------------------------------- The next morning, she was still replaying the events of the night over in her head, but with a much clearer mind. Walking around the house after he had left for school, cleaning for the first time in a week, feeling like a fool. She recounted her emotions as it played out in her head once again. She had been neglected for so long, that in the state of mind she had been in for the last several days, it caused her to act like a naïve young girl when he had poured the compliments on her. She didn't blame him, of course. She knew him too well to think that he was not complimenting her for his own personal gain, he was being sincere, and in her mentally exhausted state of mind, that had been enough to push her to do things she would never have done otherwise just for more attention. "You're such a fool!" she yelled out for the hundredth time today. She sighed and sat on the couch. She wasn't even very upset at most of the things that had happened the night before. She was still the smallest bit uncomfortable with the fact that she had almost completely disrobed in front of him, but she half debated on doing it again. It had made her feel sexy to see the lust in his eyes. She covered her eyes with her hand, hiding her face in embarrassment from the whole of the world as she remembered the things she had done to herself. Of all the things she had done and felt the night before, nothing weighed so heavily on her as the fact that she had masturbated in front of her son. She still masturbated occasionally after helping him with her mouth, but she had come to terms with it eventually. She realized that she wasn't masturbating to her son, but simply taking care of her own arousal from the act itself. It would have been impossible to pleasure a man with her mouth, even her own son, and not get aroused, after all. Last night was different, though. She had not only masturbated right in front of her son, but done it to thoughts of her son. She would never do it in front of him again, she promised herself quietly. Sitting alone on the couch in the living room, she was already beginning to feel very aroused from running through the night before in her head so many times. She ran through the moment of his climax in her head once again. She had lifted her head away on instinct, only to have him push her head back down and force her to take his load in her mouth. She could have pulled her head away if she had wanted, of course. His grip on her had not been very tight, and even in his own heated delusions, she was sure if she made a fight of it, he would have let go. She had barely tried, though. She had never been much for the rough stuff, but for some reason, the way he held her head back down had made her so aroused that she experienced one of the best orgasms in recent memory. She moaned as her fingers escaped into her panties once again, rubbing her clitoris and penetrating herself as she moaned loudly, working herself to yet another powerful orgasm... ------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm home!" he called from the doorway, several hours later. "I'm in the kitchen." She responded. He dropped his mostly empty pack next to the door and proceeded to the kitchen, finding her looking through the fridge. She was wearing nothing but another nightgown, and he got a very good frame of her ass as she bent down to look on the bottom shelf, revealing a pair of baby blue cotton panties underneath. "What are you doing?" He asked with a large grin on his face. His head cocked sideways to take in the view. "Trying to decide what to make for dinner for the two of us." She said, looking back at him and seeing the look on his face. She was curious about the smile only for a moment before blushing deeply and standing upright, smoothing out the skirt of the nightgown. "Why don't we just order something?" he asked, his head turning upright now that his view had been taken away. "That's not a bad idea... pizza or Chinese?" she asked. "Hmmm... pizza." She nodded. "Alright, sounds good. Go get settled and I'll turn on the television and we can start watching the last of those movies. I'll order pizza in a little while." He nodded and went upstairs to change and relax for a few minutes before finally coming back down. --------------------------------------------------------- They had eaten their pizza during the second film. After it had ended, she took the opportunity to give him another blowjob. She gave him just as much attention as the previous night, though without the same level of enthusiasm as the night before, he had thought. When he was close to his orgasm, she briefly debated on pulling away as she had always done. She finally decided to keep him in her mouth, and soon felt her son's cum on her tongue once again. She ignored the taste on her tongue as she swallowed his load. It didn't disgust her, but she had never exactly enjoyed the taste. She loved her son, though, and wanted to make him feel good, so she kept him in her mouth until he didn't have any more to give. Besides, it made her feel exceptionally aroused to swallow his load. He lays back against the couch and looked down at her, trying to catch his breath. She smiled up at him, giving him the same motherly smile she had been giving him He lay there for several minutes recovering before he stood and grabbed his boxers from the floor, pulling them back on, still a bit out of breath as she sat there, trying to get her own breathing under control. They both sat there in the quiet, hearing each other's quick breathing. She was about to announce that she should start the last movie, but before she had the chance, he spoke first. "Hey, mom?" he asked. "Yes?" she answered. "I've been thinking... a lot... about last night... and the past week." He said. She felt uncomfortable as he brought it up. It had been an unspoken rule that they hadn't discussed any of their "relief" sessions in any capacity, and until recently, he had been following that rule. She was unsure of where he was going with it, and stayed quiet, giving him time to speak before protested. "I was thinking about what you did last night... what you were doing... I mean... while you were... "taking care" of me" he said. She began to interject, to cut him off about whatever he was going to say. She still felt ashamed about masturbating in front of her son, she certainly didn't want him bringing it up. He lifted up his hand to halt her next statement, and she remained quiet. She didn't like it, but he obviously wanted to say what was on his mind. She decided she would at least let him finish before she commented. He turned to his side so that he was facing her, and reached forward, placing a hand on her bare leg. "I was thinking about what you told me... about you and dad... about how you haven't had anyone to take care of your needs in years..." he said. She blushed at his comment. She still felt embarrassed having given him so much information about her sex life. As he spoke, his hand very slowly crept up her leg, slow enough that she didn't notice as she concentrated on his words. "I was thinking... about... well, you have been taking care of my needs the last several months... and that must have been really hard for you. To do those things when you didn't have anyone taking care of you..." he said. "I was thinking that maybe... maybe it should be your turn to be the one who gets taken care of." As he finished speaking, his hand made contact with her cotton panties. The only thing between her son's fingers and her own vagina was a very thin layer of baby blue fabric. She started at his comment, shock in her eyes, and then jumped as she felt his touch. She quickly scooted to the next cushion away from him, crossing her legs and placing both of her hands between them as if she were trying to protect her womanhood. "Are you crazy!?" she demanded. "You can't touch me there! I am your mother!" she exclaimed. Looking down with a look that almost bordered on concern. "Mom... It's..." He stopped himself. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to do it, for her as much as for himself. He wanted to touch her very badly, but he wasn't going to try and force the matter. "It's just... I just... I feel really guilty, okay?" he said truthfully. Even if he tried his best acting, there was no way she wouldn't immediately see through it, so he told the truth. "Guilty?" She asked. Not uncrossing her legs or removing her hands. "Yes. Guilty." He stated, speaking as if it were a harsh truth for him to admit to. "You have been taking care of me since the end of last year. Every day as well, aside from a couple rare occurrences. You haven't had anyone to take care of your needs in years, but all this time, you were taking care of my needs." "Last night was proof enough that you have needs that aren't being met." He said. "and it's all I could think about today. Every time I tried to think of something else, I just thought about the fact that I've been so selfish." "You haven't been selfish." She said quietly. "That isn't going to happen, though." Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 04 "But, mom..." "No." she said bluntly. ''I'm sorry, but that is simply not going to happen." She repeated. "I... fine... but..." "Yes?" she asked as he trailed off. "Just think about it, okay? I mean, I know you're my mom, but I love you, and I want to help you, just like you love me and have been helping me." "I'm not going to think about it. I think it's time for bed." ------------------------------------------------------ That, it turned out, was one of the biggest lies she had told her son. After they had both gone to bed, she masturbated furiously. Her fingers hidden between her legs as they worked their way to an intense orgasm. She felt somewhat ashamed by her actions, but the idea of having someone touch her there after so long was such a tempting offer. --------------------------------------------------------- She had once had a very active sex life with her husband, but she had never really thought of herself as an overly sexual person. She had never felt irresistible urges before. Any time that she had felt aroused, she merely calmed herself until she felt under control again, but today she had no such luck. As she knelt down on her knees between her son's legs, licking his balls while her other hand worked his shaft, it was unbearable to keep from touching herself. She finally knew how her son felt when he told her it just wasn't the same when he did it himself anymore. She had tried twice already to quell her own desire and failed. She still felt highly aroused. The offer was there, made by her son to take care of her needs. She took one of his balls in her mouth, sucking as her tongue swirled around. His groans of pleasure intensifying at the feeling. She wanted someone to touch her, to pleasure her. She certainly didn't want that person to be her son, though. He had made the offer, however, and he was the only person right now who could take care of her. She pulled her mouth away and enveloped his shaft between her lips, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue worked the underside of his cock furiously. She wanted desperately to touch herself. The only thing stopping her was the promise she had made to never do that in front of her son again. Very soon he began to fill her mouth with his seed. She swallowed quickly as each spurt filled her mouth, pulling away finally when his orgasm had receded. She pulled away, catching her breath as she sat down on the couch next to him. He put his boxers back on and sat catching his breathe. They both sat quietly for several minutes before she finally spoke. "I was thinking about what you said yesterday..." He perked up as she spoke, looking over to her. "... Yeah?" He asked. She stared at the floor for nearly a minute, not saying anything as she contemplated his words. He began to become restless, feeling very nervous that she would be angry. She was not sexually attracted to her son. She looked over at him, and only felt the same maternal feelings she had felt for him his entire life. When she looked at his face, she did not see a young attractive man, she saw her son. She knew, realistically, that he was a handsome young man, but she did not feel attracted to him in any sexual way, she couldn't, he was her son. But the idea of him touching her still kept her incredibly aroused. "I was thinking about it... and... Okay." She said, so quietly he had to strain to hear her. "Okay?" he asked. She nodded, still staring at the floor. Her heart was pounding, and her breath was short, but she didn't think that she could look at him right now. "Okay..." His eyes were wide. He hadn't expected her to say this, it shocked him into inaction. He had been eager to touch her for a very long time, and now he had finally gotten his chance. He wished he could touch her all over, but he wouldn't push his luck. Finally her approval won out against his apprehension. He scooted over on the couch to sit next to her, nearly shaking with apprehension. He reached his hand over to her, placing it on her leg. The moment his hand touched her leg, she jumped slightly, letting out a small surprised yelp. His hand began to travel slowly up her leg. As his hand reached the top of her leg, she began to spread her legs reluctantly. When there was enough room for his fingers, he gently began to rub her panties, applying only light pressure with his fingertips. Her eyes opened wide as her head bolted upright as a loud gasp escaped her wide open lips. The sensation of someone other than herself touching her for the first time in a year, even as lightly as he was touching her, sent lightning bolts throughout her body. She sat there, biting her lower lip. It felt so good to have him touch her, but it was a bit awkward at the same time. He was her son, after all, he shouldn't be making her feel this way. But he was, she decided. She needed to just put the fact that he was her son out of her mind, for right now, at least. She wanted to enjoy the pleasure he was giving her, and it would be impossible if she kept fixating on these details. She closed her eyes as her head slowly began to sink back, softly moaning as he touched her. It was certain that he wasn't skilled at this, and he was having some difficulty finding where to keep his attention. She tried to indicate which areas to concentrate on by moaning louder than normal when he touched them, but he was not getting a good grasp of what he was doing. She couldn't blame him, though. From what he had told her, this was most likely his first time touching a woman, and he was probably as nervous as she was. His hand began to continue upwards along her panties and lifting onto her belly. He quickly began to push his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties as he reached lower towards her pussy. He stopped for a moment as he fingers crossed the pubic hair that the white cotton had been hiding. She looked away from him, her cheeks a shade of very bright red as she crossed her legs, keeping him from going any lower. She may not watch pornography, but she wasn't old enough to know that men liked women who were shaved. "Sorry..." she said with embarrassment, still looking away from him. "For what?" he asked. She stayed quiet for several moments, thinking about how awkward it was to talk with her son about this. "I haven't shaved my... down there... in quite a while... I figured since your father was so uninterested in even seeing me naked, that it was one less thing for me to worry about..." He smiled at her, even though she couldn't see it with her head turned away. "That's okay, mom. You may not believe this, but I actually like a bit of hair down there." She turned her head quickly, bringing his smiling face into view. "Really?" She asked in a disbelieving tone. "Yeah. I mean... Not completely unmanaged hair, of course... but I actually think a nice and trimmed pussy is..." he stopped to clear his throat, her eyes wide at hearing the word come out of his mouth. He wished he had caught himself before he had said that. "I find it kind of hot..." He finished off with. She smiled at him. He had once again helped her to feel less self-conscious about herself. "Can I... see it?" he asked boldly. Her eyes widened, and she though immediately of refusing his request. However, her current state of arousal was quickly beginning to outweigh her sense of uncertainty about what they were doing. She thought about it for a moment. "You want to see my... "pussy"?" She asked. She did not like speaking that way, but it made her feel somewhat naughty to say dirty words. And she knew from the way he had reacted when she called her own breasts "tits" that he enjoyed it too. He head nodded like a bobble head. He couldn't believe what she had just said. He knew that it was barely even a dirty word, but to hear her say something like "pussy" was so completely uncharacteristic, and very hot. Her hands moved down to the bottom of her nightgown, lifting it to her belly so that she could place her fingers beneath the waistband of the panties. She lifted herself off the couch by 2 inches so that she could lower them down her legs, bringing her knees up to her chest to help her pull them from her ankles. He kept his eyes on her hips the whole time. As soon as she began lowering her panties, her pubic hair, and shortly after her pussy came into view. He stared and began to note every small detail to memory, since he wasn't sure this would happen again. He was somewhat relieved at her pubic hair. When she said that she hadn't shaved in quite some time, he half expected to find an overgrown jungle of pubic hair. He had seen more than his fair share of porn, and some of the women were nearly apelike with the amount of pubic hair they sported. His mother, however, merely had a feathery tuft of dark hair that trailed from where her legs met her body down to meet her pussy in a triangle shape. It could definitely use a bit of trimming, but it was acceptable, he decided, and very arousing to see. She blushed with embarrassment at the situation, but made no move to stop him as his hand reached down to make contact with her womanhood. She spread her legs once again to give him more access. She gasped loudly as his fingers made direct contact with her pussy. He smiled at her reaction as he started to rub her. She moaned as he touched her labia, moving his fingers around, touching every part of her until his fingers made contact with her clitoris. She gasped, yelping in surprised pleasure. "There?" he asked She nodded emphatically as he smiled and continued to rub her clit with varying degrees of pressure and speed. She continued to moan in pleasure as he rubbed her clit, bringing her closer and closer to climax. He found his mother to be a very cute woman, and she even looked cute now. He smiled as he saw the way she bit her lower lip and the way her eyes closed, only to flutter open again in an almost surprised look when he did something very noteworthy that caused her more pleasure. He watched her covered breasts lift up and down with every deep breath she took. Looking at her face, he saw how cute she looked when she was in pleasure. Her eyes were very lightly closed, her head back, with her teeth softly biting her bottom lip. He suddenly stopped, causing her eyes to open back up. He looked into her eyes and smiled at how pretty her they were. He removed his hand and began to lift himself up. "What are you doing?" She asked, barely able to contain herself from telling him to keep going. "I'm going to use my mouth." He stated as he began to move between her legs. "You're what!?" she demanded in a shocked tone. "I want to give you the same pleasure you give me. I know how amazing it feels when you use your mouth on me, and I'm going to do the same for you." He was between her legs now, her pussy several inches from his face. Part of her wanted to yell at him and tell him he was being ridiculous, but another part of her wanted to grab his face and bury it between her legs. He stared at her pussy in front of him. Aside from videos, this was the first time he had ever seen a woman. He nervously moved his face forward and licked her tentatively. Electricity shot through her entire body at the sensation of his tongue. She yelped loudly in surprise, digging her fingernails into the couch cushion. He continued to lick her in different places. He was very eager, but his lack of experience was beginning to stall her orgasm. She reached down and began to run her fingers through his hair with maternal affection as she looked down at her son between her legs licking her. She reached her other hand down finally and moved his head so that his mouth was placed over her clitoris. His began to lick her clit, swiping his tongue back and forth with naïve enthusiasm. She moaned loudly. He was definitely inexperienced, but he was doing a good enough job to bring her immense amounts of pleasure once again. She moaned, finally releasing his head as he continued to pay attention to her clit, trying to judge from the sounds she was making which movements of his tongue were the best. She sucked air between her teeth as he continued, feeling her pleasure building up. He tried his hardest to do a good job, still very clueless about what to do. He paid close attention to her clit as she had directed him to, and soon she was moaning loudly. Her breath was coming in small, quick gasps as her breasts heaved up and down with each breath. She dug her fingernails into the couch as pleasure filled her body. Even during an orgasm, she was never very loud, but her quiet, yet audible moans and yelps of pleasure gave him enough to let him know that he shouldn't stop. "Cumming..." was the only word she managed to squeak out as she kept her eyes held tightly shut, her bottom lip between her teeth. Her back arched as the pleasure ran throughout her body. Her arms began to shake from the strength with which she dug her fingernails into the cushion. He tried to keep up with her movements, but it was very difficult. Her hips moved up and down in a rhythmic motion as she grinded her pussy against her son's mouth. She felt herself coming down from her pleasure, still giving small yelps as his tongue flicked her clit, until finally she reached down and pulled his head away. He looked up at her, seeing the serene look on her face as she smiled down at him. He moved himself to the cushion next to her and smiled as he wiped the excess wetness from his mouth. He had seen pornography videos often enough, but for the first time, looking at his mother, he finally understood what people meant when they referred to "afterglow". Her skin was glistening with a very light laying of sweat as she laid back against the couch and smiled. Finally, she smiled and leaned over, giving him a light kiss on the cheek before she stood on shaky legs as she tried to put her panties back on once again. "I think it's time for bed." She said softly. He stood up, not giving any complaint as he followed her up the stairs. She gave him another kiss on the cheek at his door before turning to go down the hall to her own room. Before she could turn away, however, he pulled her in for a deep hug, holding her body close to his. "I love you, mom." "I love you too, sweetie." She said, wrapping her arms around him as she laid her head on his shoulder, standing like that for several seconds. Finally she pulled away and he went into his own room. As soon as she was in her own room, she lifted the nightgown off and removed the damp panties and lay down in her own bed, bundling herself in her blankets and basking in her own contentment. Now she fully understood what he had meant when he had told her it was so hard for him to masturbate himself after she had stopped taking care of him. For the first time in a very long time. Her final thought before falling into a deep sleep was that she was afraid she may not be able to feel this way without his help again... TO BE CONTINUED...