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Nurse Mom

By: Many Feathers



For years I had been driving my mother up to visit her girlfriend. Ever since I had turned sixteen, gotten my license, I'd taken mom on her monthly pilgrimage to spend the day visiting with her long time friend during the summer months. It wasn't like it was a cross-country trip, but mom hated driving on the freeway. And I didn't mind taking her as Valerie; mom's friend had a couple of sweet looking twin daughters. I'd become friends with them too and we'd spent some interesting moments together whenever we came for a visit.

My father had passed away shortly after I had turned eighteen, now at twenty-two, living in my own place, I still enjoyed taking mom once a month at least for a weekend visit with her friend.

I understood mom's reluctance to start dating or seeing anyone again, but the fact was, she was still damn good looking at forty-two, exactly twenty years older than I was. She wore her dark almost coal black hair in a very young stylish sort of way that made her look ten years younger. In addition to that, she had a figure that I'd seen several men and women give notice too, not overly large breasts, but certainly noticeable, along with a tight firm ass that looked spectacular in a pair of shorts.

I'd often been told I had my mother's eyes, a beautiful bluish green, and hazel as they called them, which were identical to hers. And though my hair wasn't quite as dark as hers was, we did again share the same olive complexion, though on her it looked far more exotic and alluring.

As I usually did, I picked her up early on a Saturday morning for the hour and a half drive up to visit with Valerie and the "twins", something I was quite frankly looking forward to as they had made a point of being home themselves when we came for our visit. I had hopes of making out with either one, or perhaps quite possibly both of them, doing a lot more, time and circumstance permitting.

It had been raining for the better part of the night, a light drizzle still falling as we headed out, though the weather reports had assured us the skies would soon be clearing with temperatures once again warming, promising a bright sunshiny day.

We'd not gotten quite halfway there when a fairly large eighteen-wheeler for whatever reason blew a tire. The roads were still slick in places, especially over the overpasses, where the truck just happened to blow the tire. Driving just behind it, I hit the brakes, plenty of distance between us, but the slick roads and wind kept the car from breaking nearly as quickly as it should have. We both watched the truck suddenly swerve, first hitting the guardrail and then careening wildly back into the cross lanes of traffic. Suddenly things seemed to happen in slow motion, and I knew there was no way we were going to avoid hitting the truck. I yanked on the wheel as hard as I could, throwing the car into one could be best described as a controlled spin. It was the best I could do beyond looking over towards my mother and yelling out towards her.

I remember saying, "Hold on mom...hold on."

That was the last thing I remembered before waking up in the hospital. The bright lights hurt my eyes at first, so I closed them again, immediately hearing the sound of my mother's voice seconds later after doing that.

"Brian? Brian?" I opened them immediately, the fog slowly dissipating, clarity coming back to me as I glanced over in the direction of the sound of her voice. My head hurt, but as I tried to sit up, I realized I couldn't.

"Mom?"

"Shh, you're going to be ok honey, you're going to be ok. Everything's going to be ok."

Her words though reassuring, held an underlying worry that at the moment at least, things weren't.

"What, what happened?" I asked still feeling a bit groggy, which I knew then had to be from the pain medication, whatever that was I was on. I finally managed to lock eyes with her however as she stood leaning over the bed. She had some cuts and abrasions on her face, but beyond that, she still looked to be in pretty good shape. Once again I tried sitting up, but the pain from my injuries, alerted me to the fact it was best to remain lying still.

"You remember anything?" she asked after kissing my forehead, her fingers gently running through my hair. I did and I didn't. I remembered throwing the car into what was at best a controlled slide, purposely directing the point of impact away from her side of the car as I remember seeing the truck's cab suddenly pointing in the opposite direction facing towards us. The impact had been almost head on, on my side of the car. I then learned how I'd been pinned, with the paramedics and fire department literally having to cut me out of the car. Miraculously, mom had survived the impact with just a few cuts and abrasions from the flying glass, the airbag giving her a black eye and a rather nasty bruise across her chest, which she later showed me. For myself, I now learned I'd suffered a broken leg and two broken arms, one of which had been sever requiring immediate surgery to repair, now pinned in place, along with my leg. I groaned, once again feeling the pain.

"Nurse?" I remembered hearing mom call out as I once again closed my eyes, a wave of nausea coursing over me. "Can we give him something more?" I heard her asking.

"Not for another hour yet," I heard the nurse respond after checking my charts. "He's already at the maximum we allow for injuries of this nature, he's very likely got a pretty good concussion as well, and we don't want to overly sedate him because of it."

I groaned, the pain though not intense, was extremely uncomfortable, and now that I was more fully awake, there was no way I was going to be able to sleep until I got a bit more to at least take the edge off. Feeling my mother's hand once again stroking my forehead, her hands and fingers gently running through my disheveled hair seemed to help, surprisingly. And I moaned again, though this time in more of a relaxed gratefulness as she stood there. In time, I fell asleep again.

**

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark. The lights in my room were dim, but it was obviously night with the darkness of the evening clearly showing through my window. I looked over, this time being able to do so without too much pain, surprised to see mom sitting in a chair next to the side of my bed, obviously asleep. 

"Mom?"

She immediately woke at the sound of my voice. "Brian? Are you in pain? Can I get you anything?" she asked worriedly.

I was, but I wasn't about to tell her that either. "I'm ok," I reassured her. "You should go home...get some rest, I'm fine."

"You're not fine!" she said bursting out into tears, though quickly recovering, and steeling herself. "And I've already been home," she added. It was then that I realized she had indeed changed clothes, her face already looking a hell of a lot better than I remembered seeing it the first time. "You've been asleep for two days now," she told me, her comment startling me, as it seemed like I'd only been asleep for a few hours now.

Once again she stood at the side of my bed, her hands gentle, reassuring, soothing as she stroked the side of my face, leaning over, kissing me softly on the forehead, and then on my lips, lingering there only briefly. As she had done that however, I felt the fullness of her breasts brush against my arm, pressing against me momentarily as she literally hugged herself to me.

I was injured, still in a little pain, but astonished that her close contact with me had sent a jolt of pleasured sweetness coursing through my body, particularly my head. I silently chastised myself for allowing it, surprised that I did on the one hand, though immediately using the excuse that whatever drugs I was on, were obviously interfering with my inhibitions, feeling still a bit loopy and somewhat out of it. It was the only thing I could come up with to explain the sudden emergence of unexpected, unexplainable arousal between my legs.

I had never really entertained sexual thoughts about my own mother. Sure, I had on more than one occasion admired the way she looked in some of the clothing she wore, and had indeed found my own mother attractive looking. But I'd never found myself thinking about her, particularly when I pleasured myself, which I very often did. Maybe it was semi normal for boys, even young men to occasionally fantasize about their mothers or sisters, but not having any, I'd never really done that, the few times those type of thoughts had actually entered my head, even hinting at going in that direction, I'd immediately turned my thoughts elsewhere, effectively heading them off.

Now however, I lay there in bed, feeling my erection growing, which was both frustrating as well as embarrassing. I again could only contribute the emergence of arousal as being due to my body being screwed up with the drugs and the simplistic, though very welcome touch of her hands and fingers on me. Though the contact of her breasts had certainly triggered the rest of it.

The one thing I will add. Even before the death of my father, mom and I had always had a frank and open relationship with one another. We could talk and discuss just about anything, which we very often did. By the time I was old enough to date, it was mom that counseled me on contraceptives, women in general, and things she felt I should be aware of. Surprisingly, I was never uncomfortable being around her when we did that, and found it refreshing more than anything else that we could. And never not once, did I found myself becoming inappropriately aroused because of it, nor did I feel either one of us to be shy or embarrassed in discussing some of the things that we had. It was something I had always appreciated and admired in our relationship, the fact that we could so openly, so candidly do that, without fear, shame or guilt in having done so.

But now, lying there in bed with a full-blown erection, I found myself very much embarrassed for the first time. And though she hadn't as yet noticed it herself, I already had of course, looking down, seeing the telltale tent in the sheet between my legs. I moaned, not from necessarily being in pain, but again from the awkwardness of my situation. Though mom again took it for being in pain, immediately turning to call out to the nurse.

"When can he have some more pain medication?" she asked her, for what I knew had to have been the umpteenth time.

Bad enough that she'd called out to the nurse who now came into my room, but the direction of her eyes, where she then looked told me she now saw what I had feared my mother would soon discover for herself. Though initially startled, she quickly averted her gaze, spoke to my mother and then left the room.

"He's still got a couple of hours yet," she told my mother sounding not quite irritated, but not in the happiest tone of voice either. I couldn't help wondering if she found my lying there in bed with a woody disgusting or what. Especially with my own mother standing there next to my bed. But then as I feared, as she turned back around to face me with an apologetic look in her eyes for not being able to bring me some additional relief, she then spotted it too. Time for that brief moment seemed to stand still. For both of us. There was indeed a surprised look on her face upon seeing me, and one of those classic "double-takes" as she briefly closed her eyes, opening them again immediately as though not quite believing she was actually looking at what she obviously was. It was as though she herself had hallucinated the obvious, finding that she hadn't, and then looking back at me with surprised wonder, though I immediately saw her own look of nervous embarrassment and awkwardness appear in her face.

It reminded me of another time, so very long ago now. She had that very same look back then too.

I was still pretty young, lying there in bed playing with myself, the first signs and sensations of my impending orgasm already upon me. I hadn't heard the simple quick warning knock on my door, too engrossed in the mental sensation to have been aware of it when mom walked into my room. How long she had stood there, I never really knew, though it couldn't have been more than moments, just long enough to realize what it was I was doing, a surprised comment that perhaps she shouldn't have even made, alerting me only then to her presence. 

"Oh...I'm, I'm sorry!" she said stuttering, stepping out closing the door. At the sound of her voice my eyes had popped open, seeing that look in her face just before she turned heading back out of my room. I lay there in shock, my dick still in my hand, though already withering, seconds later rolling out of bed, throwing on a pair of pants and a tee-shirt, then sprinting out of my room down the stairs where I heard her fumbling around in the kitchen. I didn't know what to expect, perhaps some sort of chastisement perhaps, actually feeling like I deserved it for what I'd obviously been caught doing. But much to my surprise, I received a smile from her instead, albeit a nervous looking one when I entered.

"God mom...I'm sorry!"

"For what? There's nothing to be sorry about, I'm the one who should be apologizing for walking in on you like that. Serves me right, next time I'll wait for you to give me permission before just walking in."

Her response had surprised me. "But..."

"But what?" She then realized by the look on my face that I wasn't just embarrassed, but ashamed. "Sit down," she told me still smiling, a look of understanding at my discomfort etched clearly within her face. "Maybe this is time for one of those talks," she then stated.

And we did talk, for hours. She had begun by explaining to me that what I was doing was perfectly normal, perfectly natural, and nothing that I should ever, ever be ashamed at doing. I remembered asking her.

"You mean...you do it too?" I asked innocently. Again remembering that as we'd so often done before, being free to talk to her about things we already had, and things we soon would be, that my question didn't really shock her, or upset her, though perhaps surprising her to some degree when I asked it. Her response however was in line with our mutual openness.

"Yes, of course!" She'd freely admitted.

As I said, we then talked about the subject for a considerable length of time after that. She'd told me once again it was a natural way of self discovery for one thing, learning about our own bodies and how we best felt when pleasuring ourselves in this way, how it would later on lead to sharing that intimacy with a partner. But she also told me how it very often helped to relieve stress, anxiety, and how it very often helped her to fall asleep at the end of a long busy or keyed up day.

It was for me an open door, an opportunity to dispel a few myths, a few rumors I had heard. It had gotten to the point that I was masturbating every day, sometimes two, even three times during a day. I had heard that doing so was a sign of some form of perversion, a sickness. And having heard that, I had become alarmed, even trying to refrain from doing so at all, but then giving into the urge the next day, and if anything, doing it even more often, more frequently than I had been. I'd begun to wonder. So I asked her about that, even going so far as to asking her how often she did.

It was indeed one of the few times she actually looked a bit embarrassed at the question, but then honestly answered it, bringing me some measure of relief at least in once and for all, dispelling the myth that I was some sort of sexual monster.

"Usually, two, three times a week, depending on my mood," she'd honestly told me. "Though again, I do so to help me get to sleep for the most part, though I'm normal...just like you are," she'd added. "Sometimes, like any woman would be...I'm simply horny."

That night I remembered going to bed, the first time I'd actually allowed myself to entertain the thought, imagining my own mother lying in her bed, touching herself. Masturbating, climaxing. I had even tried shaking off the thought, picturing a particular girl I sort of had a crush on in school, trying to imagine her being naked, playing with herself, but the image kept coming back to my mother, seeing her instead. It was the only time I actively remembered allowing myself to actually orgasm while thinking of her as I lay there stroking my dick.

**

The touch of her hand on the side of my face returned me to the present. I sighed, closing my eyes, her simple touch bringing me some comfort. "That feels good," I told her, relaxing to some degree.

"You should try and get some more sleep," she offered still caressing the side of my face with her fingertips.

"I wish I could," I responded. It wasn't so much the pain really, though that didn't help, but the still very obvious erection between my legs wasn't going away, and had acted like a shot of adrenalin. I was wide awake, a bit more relaxed perhaps, but still very much wide awake. She took my response as being something else however, discomfort of course, but not the discomfort I had actually eluded to.

It was then that I felt something I would never have imagined, not in a million years. At first I thought she was leaving, my eyes opening as I felt her withdraw her hand from my face. There in the dim light, she crossed towards the door in my room, closing it, returning, pulling her chair over much closer to the bed before sitting down.

"Let me help you, close your eyes," she told me. I did so, having no idea what to expect, and certainly not expecting what happened next. It was then that I felt her hand slide beneath the top sheet of the bed, seconds later the warmth and softness of it as it wrapped itself around my stiff turgid member. My eyes once again popping open, looking at her as she sat there, the warmth and love of her own in return, catching me by surprise.

"Close your eyes, relax," she admonished me. Which I did, though every nerve ending in my entire body was suddenly alive as a wave of goose bumps coursed up and down my entire body. "Let me help you...the only way I know how," she then added as her hand began to slowly fondle my prick, lovingly caressing it there beneath the sheet as she sat next to me, her words soothing, gentling, reassuring. 

The touch of her hand as she stroked me there beneath the sheet soon had me drifting on a sea of bliss, exquisite was not powerful enough a word to describe the emotions, sensations I was experiencing. Enough so, that before long I knew I was rushing towards the inevitable, only then worrying, rather than enjoying the sweetness she'd been giving me. Once again I opened my eyes looking at her, the unspoken concern of what was about to happen trying to find words, though she seemed to have already guessed them answering in her own way. She pulled the sheet away, gazing at my rock hard cock for only the briefest of moments, then her head leaning over, her mouth surrounding my shaft sucking me.

I came.

I was after all twenty-two. I'd had and experienced a few blowjobs by now. But surprisingly, I had never before come in a woman's mouth before. I couldn't tell you why exactly I hadn't. Some women I had been with simply made it known, they wouldn't for whatever reason. One or two others had shared with me they had and enjoyed it, but then either circumstance of whatever, never brought that about. One other nearly did, but then it was I who had at the last second removed it from her mouth, telling her I wanted to cum on her tits instead, which I did. So that one had been entirely my fault. I'd never experienced what it was like. Until now, with my very own mother.

**

It was late in the morning when I woke, the sun well up. I didn't remember falling asleep, though I obviously had. But what I did remember, quite distinctly just before then, was the incredible mind-blowing orgasm I'd experienced just before I had literally passed out. I opened my eyes, just in time to see Nurse Irritable walk into my room. For the first time she actually smiled at me.


Nurse Mom



This, as with all my stories is a long read. If you are looking for a quick, get to the point story, this isn't it. If you like the build in a story then enjoy and please leave a comment.

*****

It all began with a car accident where I was T-boned by another car that ran a stop sign. This accident had me hospitalized in traction for 3 weeks. My left arm was shattered, I had a broken collarbone and 2 cracked vertebrae between my shoulder blades.

The meds they were feeding me helped with the pain but it was the little things that were driving me crazy. Things like not being able to scratch an itch or use the bathroom. The upper body cast that I was in was very debilitating.

I really hadn't given anything more than a couple minutes thought due to the pain med's that I was on, so my time in the hospital wasn't that bad, I guess. It was only after I was released to go home that things turned weird.

I had been made comfortable in my old room at the house that grew up in that my mother still lived. While my body healed I would be stuck in the cast for at least 6 months. 

As the days went on and my pain subsiding, my doctor prescribed my med's to an as needed dose. Well, along with the lessening of pain med's, my sober reality began to clear up. I was beginning feel things and understand what was happening again.

A couple of the things that the drugs had hidden from me was the fact that someone had been bathing me and taking care of, well, toilet needs. While heavily sedated and in the hospital, it was the nurse's that had the responsibilities. Now I was aware that while at home, it was my mother who had taken on the deed.

Humiliated at the fact that my mother, once again, was having to wipe my ass like I was a child. I would close my eyes in disgust and try to think of anything else that may distract from what my mother was having to do. 

I would constantly apologize to her for having to take care of me like that at 20 years of age. Of course she would mother-up and tell me that that is what mothers do and to not give it a second thought.

Along with my mental awareness returning, other feelings were starting to come back also. Apparently, the drugs also had the effect of suppressing sexual stimulation. The sponge baths that I had been receiving were just another thing that had come and gone without a second thought.

It has been 5 weeks since the accident and at least 6 weeks since I have had any kind of sex. Now with my head clearing up and senses returning to normal, something as minor as bathing would have me becoming aroused.

Again, mom being the trooper that she was would just tell me that I shouldn't be ashamed as it was a natural reaction and continue bathing me. This went on for about a week.

One day when she came in to bath me, she had noticed my discomfort while she was cleaning around my business. She had always been thoughtful enough to clean there with just her hands knowing that the sponge may be too irritating on my sensitive skin.

At this point I was still flaccid but as soon as she cupped my balls, she gasped noticing how tight they already were.

"Oh My God Jeff, I am so sorry" she blurted

She was already five thoughts ahead of me as I tried to figure out what she was sorry for. I had never thought about her sexually or visa versa but she knew what was going on before I ever thought about it.

Confused, I asked "what are you sorry about?"

"Well, I'm sure that you don't think of your mother in a sexual way, as do I not with you."

"Thats good," I interrupted.

She continued, "And what happens to you is a natural thing so no harm no foul. But what I never thought of was that other things happen over time also."

Still not sure what she was talking about I just assumed that she was thinking that I may begin having thoughts about her, so I blurted "Mom, you are the most wonderful woman I have ever known but don't worry, you're my mother and I won't ever have those thoughts about you, no matter how much time passes."

"Well that's good to know but it's not what I am talking about."

Again confused, I asked "what is it then that you are talking about?"

"Are you sore when I clean you down there?"

"A little, why?" I asked.

"Well, you flinched when I touched you and your testicles are tight."

Not being able to see or feel for myself, I didn't realize that my balls had tightened up. I just knew that they were a bit sore. 

"Well, as natural as your erections are from stimulation, I had failed to realize that it has been over a month since you could have had any, lets say, release of tension." Clearing her throat she continued "Jeff, you have a case of blue balls and i'm afraid that I'm the one who caused it."

An awkward silence pierced the bathroom as I still laid there naked with my mother kneeling next to me outside the tub.

With a big breath of air, mom spoke up, "ok, so lets finish up here I'll do some research on this little problem," playfully waving her finger in circles above my junk.

I was actually ok as long as I didn't move around too much. Getting in and out of bed and the bathtub is pretty uncomfortable to say the least, but I bear it as I don't know of any other way.

...

The next morning started off pretty comical. Mom helped me out of bed to start the day. First things first, I had to use the bathroom.

I don't really cherish the thought of my mothers experience handling a hard cock, but the thought of how much experience she's had handling a morning wood that has to pee, I can't imagine allot. I have had erections before in the mornings and she was able to handle just fine, but this morning it was hard as a rock and pointing straight for the sky.

Now normally in this situation, I would take a stance a bit away from the toilet and lean forward, holding myself against the back wall. That way I could still aim at the toilet without having to bend my hard-on down to the point that it would cut off flow. Now, with the upper body cast, that is kind of out of the question. 

"I've got an idea, Come here," mom said as she turned me towards the bathtub. "You can just pee in the tub."

Again, mom fumbled with my solid shaft trying to aim towards the drain. She was at an awkward angle to me so when my urine started flowing, it naturally shot off in a direction that she wasn't expecting. She was unable to avoid the first bit of my pee from landing on the arm of her robe.

"It's alright, I'll do laundry in a bit don't worry" she said while still holding on to my shaft that was shooting a high arc of pee towards the drain. 

Then out of nowhere, she started giggling. What's up, I asked her.

"Oh nothing," she smiled back.

Curious I asked, "no really, what's got you chuckling."

"Do you really want to know?'

"Yeah."

Snickering still, she stated, "The feeling of your pee rushing through your penis feels very strange, almost ticklish."

Not what I was expecting to here from my mother. She was now slightly waving my cock around drawing shapes in the air with the stream of urine. I couldn't believe it, my mother was playing with my hard cock. I really couldn't see what she was doing but it was apparent that she was having a good time when I realized that she was spelling words on the shower wall.

Unsure what to say or do, I just stood there and peed. As my bladder emptied, my erection began to subside. Either my mom didn't notice this or she was having too much fun to care. Needless to say, her grip on my shaft never changed.

She let out a quiet sigh as I finished and pushed out the last few spurts.

Letting my cock fall to its resting position, She immediately stood up and dropped her robe to the floor.

Startled by this I excitedly ask, "What are you doing?"

"Well, you don't expect me to walk around the house with urine on my sleave, do you?"

"I guess not," I shot back at her.

"let's get you some breakfast," she said as she turned me towards the exit and led me into the hallway.

I have seen my mother in a bikini hundreds of times before. I have seen her in her underwear before. I have even accidently seen her naked before. I can say that she does have taste in underwear as the lacy bra and matching panties that she was wearing highlighted ever wonderful curve of her body.

Now this beautiful woman was holding me up as we walked towards the kitchen. I could feel the heat from her body against mine as we entered the dining area. 

Standing in front of me, she helped sit me down on a chair. While I was sitting, she was bending over me for support. For the first time, my eyes we're staring at the luscious breasts that were hanging inches from my face without a care of whom they belonged.

The silence was broken as she pushed my seat forward, turned towards the cabinets and asked if I would like some coffee.

Telling her yes, I could do nothing but sit there and stare at this super hot body that was in front of me. To me, this was no longer the body of my mother, it was the body of a some hot 20 year old.

I mean, her legs were toned and very sexy and her ass rivaled most of the younger girls that I had seen. As much as my balls hated the idea, my cock had different plans. Blood began to flood my cock flesh causing it to swell in my boxers.

I was actually dissapointed when she finished starting the coffee, turned around then stated that she was going to go throw on her other robe. I watched her as she walked away admiring her perfectly rounded ass.

There I was, sitting at the table, arms suspended in air like I am giving someone an imaginary hug. Now add a massive tent in my boxers. Unable to cover it or lay it down, I am sure that my mom had seen it when she returned to the kitchen.

Walking straight to the coffee maker, she poured 2 cups and brought them to the table. Feeling excitenly vulnarable, there was nothing to hide my erection from my mother as she sat down next to me to help with my coffee.

She began chatting away about anything as if nothing was out of the normal. She had to have noticed but was playing super cool about it. Or so I thought.

"Oh hey, I did a little research last night on your, problem. I came across allot of warm wash towel recommendations."

"Oh yeah, will that really work?" I asked now again reminded of my sore blue balls.

"Well they all say that it will relieve the discomfort for awhile."

"Just awhile" I said. "How long is awhile?"

"I read anywhere from a few hours to a day. Hey, even if it is just a few hours, any relief is welcome, right?"

At this point my erection had gone away as the talk about my pained testicles was the subject.

"Ok, I suppose we can try that."

We continued with the chit chat as we drank our coffee and ate breakfast.

Although I was on very minimal doses of pain meds, they still made me weak and tired. So after breakfast it was back to bed for me.

Again, helping me into bed, mom made sure that I was comfortable before turning to leave.

"Uh mom"

"Yes dear, what is it?"

"Are we going to try the warm cloth thing?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. I'll be right back."

She left the room to returned a few minutes later with a washcloth, towel, folding tray and a bowl of warm water. Placing the towel and washcloth on the bed, she put the bowl on the tray before sitting on the bed right next to me.

She pulled the sheets down to my ankles before grabbing the waistband of my boxers. My soft dick fell back to my stomach as it broke free of the tug of my boxers.

"Oh my, your testicles are so tight right now, I'm sure that it's painful."

Not needing a reply she grabbed the towel and prompted me to lift my butt again as she slid it under me.

She then took the washcloth and began swirling it in the bowl of water. She was doing this with one hand as the other searched out my package. She found and then cupped my balls in her free hand and began to lightly massage them.

There was a mixed flood of feelings coming from below. There was sharp pain conflicting with the immense pleasure that her hand was creating. By the time the warm cloth had made it to it's destination, my cock was once again rock hard.

I couldn't help it, it had been over 6 weeks now since the last time my balls had been emptied. Anything that is done to my business is going to result in an erection.

By now, mom was also used to seeing her son with an erection and gave it a playful pat as she rested the cloth across my tight groin.

"There ya go. Now get some rest and I'll be back in a while to take care of this."

Within a few minutes of her leaving my room, I felt the warmth seeping into the depths of my sack before I was out.

A few hours later, I awoke to the soft voice of my mother sitting next to me.

"Hey there! Are you hungry?"

"Sure, I could eat" I replied.

As she was helping me get up, she asked how I felt. 

I told her that I guess that I felt a little better even though I now felt as if I was getting kneed in the sack with every step I took.

"Ok good," she said. "Maybe you'll be up for some TV after you eat."

She sat down at the table and then headed to the counter area to prepare some food. She, of course, has been dressed for a few hours now, but that didn't change the image of her body. She had obviously been working out prior to waking me up as she was wearing a pair of black spandex pants and a very loose cut off shirt.

Her nicely shaped ass perched beneath her soft naked midriff sent a chill down my spine. Studying her beautiful ass, my jaw just about fell to the floor when I noticed that her pants were so form fitting that I could make out the folds of her labia.

My heart began to race as it strongly forced blood towards my flaccid penis. Once she bent over and I could see about an 8 inch sweat circle around her very well defined pussy lips, my cock shot up so fast that it got bunched up in my boxers.

Again, she took the seat next to me to feed me. Because my cock was tangled in my boxers, I wasn't pitching a tent this time. It wasn't much comfort to know that while my balls are sore, my cock is aching to be unrestrained and my mom's lose top keeps hanging open in front of my face every time she feeds me.

Her breasts looked so squeezable and soft. They weren't big but not small either. I would say a 32C. She was wearing a bikini top under her shirt. It was very small with patch's that seem to only cover her nipples.

The show soon ended as we finished eating. Thank God, I don't know how much more of this I can take, I told myself.

I lately seemed to have had an erection more often than not. I figured mom was getting use to me almost always being in that state, so I told her that I needed to use the restroom. I thought that this might be the only way to free the pressure that my cock was under.

Because it was tangled in my boxers, my dick never got to that rock hard, stand up straight state. Therefore mom had no trouble freeing it or holding it so I could pee. I am unsure if she realized it or not but she was holding me like she did that morning. 

She had been able to aim me with just her finger and thumb until this morning when she had to take a controlling grip. Only now, she could have easily managed with her fingure and thumb but instead, she had a full hand grip on me.

Again, as if it was nothing out of the normal, she shook me and returned it back into my boxers.

Sitting me on a lazyboy, she got me comfortable, fixed the TV to a show that I wanted and then asked if I wanted the washcloth again. Honestly, the warm cloth did nothing to ease my discomfort but I was trying to make her feel better by letting her help me, so I told her I would. 

She went to etrieve the supplies returning a short time later with the towels and water. Setting the stuff on the floor at my feet, she reached up, grabbed my shorts and pulled them to feet.

Then she knelt down on her knees between my legs. I flinched at the first contact of the warm cloth on my scrotum followed by her hand litely pressing the cloth onto my balls.

This process was repeated 2 more times before she left me be. 

"Ok sweety, kitchens clean, I'm going to go take a bath. Are you ok? Just hollar at me if you need something."

And with that, I settled in to watch my shows.

Later that evening, it was time for my bath. I was becoming scared at the thoughts that I was having. I was thinking that tonight, 3 things can happen. 1. Any touching may result in extreme pain. 2. Any touching may result in my ultra sensitive groin to give up the fight and just explode. Or 3. I may refuse any touching in fear of ether of the first 2.

The routine started as normal as It had been, mom runs a hot bath with about 3 inches of water so I would have to sit in a cold tub. She then strips me down, again exposing a semi hard dick. My cast, being so restrictive, only allowed me to see the head of my penis if it was hard and sticking straight out, like now.

I could see that the crown was turning a slight purple, the color it usually gets when on the verge of climax. Unfortunately at the time I didn't have a girlfriend and I couldn't masturbate so release was something that was going to have to wait. I was soon going to find that my wait would be quicker than anticipated.

I was carefully lowered into the tub before mom took her spot on the floor outside the tub. She started at my feet, frothing up some soap on a luffa before applying it to my toes. I had become aware of how much I enjoyed what almost seemed like a massage on my toes and feet.

There must have been a few drops of water on the edge of the tub because when she started working her way up my legs I can see that she now had a few wet spots on the front of her shirt from where she was leaning on the edge.

Also, she was either braless or wearing a very thin bra as she had a nipple that was very hard and protruding at least a half inch beyond the rest of her fleshy tit. Again, I know it is my mother but that didn't stop my cock from stiffening to it's full arousal.

As soon as she had made it to my groin, she squeezed some soap from the luffa onto my junk before putting the luffa down and replacing it with her hand. The second that she touched my tight scrotum, I let out an involuntary grunt as the pain shot right through my body.

"Oh my, I thought that the warm cloth was easing your discomfort," she said as she quickly pulled her hand away.

I answered back, "lets just say that it hasn't been adding to the pain."

"Well, that was the most recommended way to easy the pain."

Discouraged, I replied "It's ok mom, I guess I can tough it out."

"There is one other way that would guarantee relief but that would require you to have a "release of pressure"."

"Mom, you know I love you and I know you love me but would you be willing to," having to clear my throat at what I was about to suggest, I continued "give me a hand with that."

"Son, is that what you want?"

"Well, it's not exactly what I want but I don't want this pain ether. If that will guarantee to take the pain away then I think I could turn a blind eye. I think that I would have to anyway as the thought of my mother doing this is not the most arousing of thoughts." I kind of chuckled at that last statement.

"Ok, I guess we can give it a try. Just close your eye's and think about A hand and not WHO's hand, It might help." 

I again took one last glance at her hard nipple before closing my eye's in anticipation of my upcoming release.

I couldn't grab the sides of the tub for support so I just balled my fists closed as I felt her hand lightly rest on my stomach. With everything soaped up, I felt her slide her hand under my shaft followed by her fingers gently wrapping around me.

She very slowly began to stroke the shaft. Of course, the new sensation on my extremely sensitive cock caused my balls to flex, sending another sharp pain through my body.




Nurse Mom



"I'm so sorry son, I had forgotten to mention that all the articles said that in the process of release, the pain may actually get slightly worse. Do you want me to continue?"

Knowing that I didn't want to continue with the pain every day, I figured that I can fight through this pain to get rid of it completely. "Yes mom, I can do this, go ahead."

Fortunately, I wouldn't have to bear it for too long as the length of time since last ejaculation, the constant arousal and now the stimulation should have me firing in no time. 

She again took my cock into her hand and began her slow strokes. When I let out a small grunt again, she just looked at me as if waiting for me to tell her to stop. I didn't as I needed her to finish.

Knowing that I wouldn't last as long as I normally would, even I was surprised at how quick my orgasm built up. 

She had only made 5 or 6 complete strokes before my balls twisted and pulled in what seemed every direction. I let out a horrific scream as I have never before felt such a conflict of intense pain and overwhelming pleasure at the same time. This was going to be an orgasm that I wouldn't wish on anybody, yet I have never felt so much desire to blow my load before in my life.

With the intenseness of my pain, my mother stopped stroking me but it wasn't going to stop the pain. My cock was already too far over the edge. My balls twisted deep inside my body as it prepared to release it's seed.

My cock began to pulsate as it searched for the cream it was trying to push out. Unsure why she would do it, she tightened her grip around my throbbing shaft as it struggled to release.

I was so wound up at this point that no matter how tight she held, I was still going to cum, and cum I did. With one final upward thrust of my pelvis, I yelled out in agonizing pain as my cock exploded with the force of a firehose.

Nether one of us was expecting as much pressure as was no being released. 1, then 2, then 3 streams of hot cum sprayed through the air. I had my eyes closed from the pain but when I had opened them, I could see that I had already shot numerous streams of jizz half way up the shower wall. It seemed that everywhere I looked, there was jizz dripping down.

Looking at my mother, who was still holding my still spasming cock, I could see that she had also been caught in the line of fire. She was also covered in jizz. Her hair had at least 2 ropes of cum hanging, her shirt had several wet spots from my cum. Her face had 2 very defined ropes of jizz splashed across it. One started above her eye's, down the bridge of her nose and ended on her cheek just below her eye. The other started below her other eye streaming down her cheek, across her lips and trailed off below her chin.

The only way that I can explain how much of a trooper my mother was, I would describe it as to when a mother is changing a baby boys diaper and it pees all over the place. Most mothers wouldn't freak out about it and continue doing what's needed to be done.

She continued lightly squeezing my cock until finally my orgasm began to subside. With her hand flooded with my cum, she laughingly said "Well I hope you feel better now, apparently you really needed that. You rest for a moment while I go and clean myself up."

With that, my softening dick slid from her slick hand and she rose, leaving the bathroom to clean herself in her bathroom.

Exhausted, I laid there taking note of the surprising amount of semen that was everywhere, I can't ever a time that I had cum so hard and in the quantity that I had. In the moment of my bliss, I was rudely brought back to the now when I felt a pain, albeit a lot duller pain as the first testicle began to relax for the first time in days followed by the second one. Although still sore, I could already tell that this is exactly what needed to happen to relieve this pain.

Upon her return to my bathroom she smiled and stated "there they are, back were they belong. How do you feel now?" She was obviously referring to my testicles that had now once again hung freely within the soft fleshiness of my scrotum.

"Much better now, thank you. I am definitely ready for bed now," was all that my mind could think of.

Giggling again, she said "alright, lets finish cleaning you up and then into bed."

Not overly proud of the fact that I just had my mother jerk me off, sort of, I again appreciated the moral sacrifice that she had given and thanked her again as she tucked me into bed. She still played the rockstar mom and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened as she bent forward and kissed me on the forehead.

My mother and father had been living the fairytale marriage since they married as highschool sweethearts. Two years prior to now, my father was killed in combat overseas. It was and has been extremely tough on me, my older sister and especially our mother. My sister was finishing up her last year of college on the other side of the country. 

My father was killed shortly after I had graduated highschool and I had decided to stay close to mom to help her how ever I could. My sister was to finish college and not to worry about mom.

My mother seemed to have outwardly buried the pain of his death but her life changes told of a different story. To everyone who had met my mother, she appeared to be a happy normal 42 year old woman. To me, I could see that she had indeed closed herself off from the world.

As bad as my accident was, I actually think that it was a good thing for my mother. Until now, I had been the one helping her get through the days. Now, it is as if she has a new purpose, a new responsibility, a new reason to get out of bed everyday. It was her new found will that broke her from her gloom, her will to take care of me.

Last week, we had experienced something that should never happen between a parent and their child. We had a slight sexual encounter. It was innocent and for a lack of better terms, medical. Never the less, it was sexual with my mother enticing an orgasm from me.

Nothing was ever really discussed about it as my healing progressed. The days would come and go with a regularity that seemed to make my time in the cast fade away. Only once in the last week had mother had to wrangle a morning wood pee. That time however was handled with experience and was uneventful.

Bath's seemed to be fairly normal also with one exception. She would handle me not as her son but as her own. When she would strip me down and bath me, it was as second nature to her as if she was stripping herself down and bathing herself.

She would wash me as normal but now when she got to my business, she would attack it as if there wasn't a nerve anywhere around. With her sudsy hands she would tug and claw at my balls while pulling on my soapy dick in every direction.

She would also reach down and clean my ass crack. I have obviously cleaned my own ass for many years and never felt any pleasure from it. Now, it was someone else's hand that was tracing it's way along the valley of my ass.

"Playing" was never the intent but the pure fact that I had this beautiful woman rubbing her fingers on my anus had my cock rising every time. Never would she mention anything about it but she had to know that what she was doing was causing the erections. 

This unsolicited arousal started to catch back up with me again as I could feel the pain in my testicles beginning to return.

A couple of nights later, I awoke from a dream that I was having only to feel a damp coldness covering my flaccid penis. I remembered that I was having a "wet dream" and thought that I may have came in my sleep.

I was actually a little embarrassed by this and hesitated on calling for my mom, but then realized that I couldn't just lay there the rest of the night with wet cold cum on me.

"Mom, MOM, I need you to wake up and come help me," I whisper yelled to her room. A minute later I repeated myself.

This time as if in a panic, she came bursting through my door worriedly asking "what is it Jeff, what's wrong?"

She had jumped out of bed and just threw her silky kimono on. Apparently she sleeps in the nude because for a split second after she opened my bedroom door I could see every curve of her silhouette from the lighted hallway, including the well defined curves of her pussy lips. It was the same outline that I had seen a couple of weeks ago. The only difference is that now, she wasn't wearing her tight spandex.

She hurried to my desk where she turned my lamp on. "What's the matter," she again asked.

Slightly red in the face I said, "well, I think that my little problem is coming back."

But before I could finish, she half annoyed answered with, "I see, but isn't this something we can discuss in the morning?"

Again, red faced, I said, "yeah, but thats not the problem right now."

"Oh, ok, what is it then?' 

"Well, I'm pretty sure that I may have had a," I paused for a couple of seconds. "Wet dream. And now i'm getting cold, if you know what I mean."

"Oh my God son, I am so sorry for acting insensitive, it was the sleep talking. Hang on, I'll get some stuff to clean you, Be right back."

To let her know that her snapping didn't offend me, I heckled back at her, "not like i'm going anywhere."

The suddenness of that encounter left me little time to notice anything about anything. But with her return being in a not so panicked mode and my desk lamp on, I did now notice her kimono more intently.

I noticed how obscenely thin the material was as I could now make out the darkness of her areola. I had only seen her naked breasts a few other times, so I know that he areolas are about the size half dollars and that she has Farrah Fawcett's nipples. What I couldn't see was any color changes around her crotch.

I didn't think a second about the fact that I was now getting another hard-on while ogling my mother.

"Ok, let's see what we are dealing with here." Like a pro, she walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets down to my knees. "I do see a problem."

"I know, I'm sorry, " I said again thinking that there was probably another huge mess.

Laughing, she said "don't worry, I take care of this."

As she said that, she started to readjust her position. She was now sitting on the bed by my legs. She was facing me and had tucked her on bed ankle under her off bed leg allowing me to see almost everything from her lower waist up.

The upper part of her kimono parted allowing me to stare directly at her one of her tit's. I haven't actually studied my mom's boobs before but now, wow. She was a 34c with beautiful raindrop shaped lobes, her nipples perched high on the mounds.

I kind of felt bad for a second. Here I was staring at, ogling over, thinking about and she is only here to help me with my mess. That thought vanished the instant that I felt my cock in the grasp of my mothers hand.

"Uh mom, what are you doing?" I asked as she began to slowly stroke my hard cock.

Smiling, she replied "Well Jeff, you see, you were right, you did have a wet dream. You were also noticing the pain coming back to your testicles. And finally, You did make a mess down there."

Laying there, listening to every word she says, I am acutely aware that she is still stroking my cock.

After a brief hesitation, she said "what you are wrong about is," taking her eye's from her gaze on my 7 inch cock to directly looking at my eye's. Without missing a stroke, she continued "I'm sorry, you did have a wet dream but you didn't finish."

"The big mess you had was about a silver dollar size wet spot from." She cut herself off and looked back down at my cock.

I soon understood as she slid her hand up the dry skin of my shaft, cresting the top of my crown followed by copious amounts of slickness. My mother was now lubing my cock with the precum that had left the wet spot on my boxers.

"Second, unless you are one of the very few men in the world that can obtain a second, very powerful erection shortly after his first orgasm, you didn't finish."

"Third, you complain that you're getting blue balls again. Well, it will only get worse if not dealt with. Plus you were already engaged in stimulation, stopping now will only bring a quicker onset of the pain."

"So, let's just get it over with now and be done with it. What do you think?" 

What I am thinking is that my mother is jerking me off and I am again staring at her tit as it Jiggles with her strokes. "I think, I think I am in no position to have any say in the matter." With a little chuckle I continued, "Not like I can physically stop you from doing ANYTHING you wanted anyway. And hey, mother knows best, right?

"Good, I think this will save a lot of hassle later on. Just let me know when you are going to cum so I can get the towels ready." And with that, she continued drawing my precum out of the head only to share it with the rest of my cock.

Right or wrong, lusting over my mothers wonderful breast made me realize how much I wanted this woman. I wasn't quite at blue balls yet so sexual stimulation was still very pleasurable. I was truly turned on by my mom, not natural arousal but pure sexual desire.

"Here, let me switch sides." And with that she climbed over me. As she straddled me, she was high enough that I could now see her fully exposed pussy. I hadn't previously noticed a color change because there wasn't one, It was smooth skin as far as the eye could see. Her lips sprung partially open with 2 little strings of moist arousal clinging to either side.

Not that all of this wasn't weird enough but now to realize that my mom was getting off on getting me off. 

As she settled herself next to me, her top once again split open presenting me with her other boob. Her soft hands sliding effortlessly around my hard cock as I was transfixed on her beautiful breast.

I broke my gaze long enough to know that I had been caught. Looking up at my mom, it was apparent that she had been watching me ogle her boob. Yet the only sounds to be heard were from my increased breathing and the sloshing sound of her hand on my dick. She did nothing in response to my lusting.

Obvious that all the teasing was meant to be, I once again returned my eye's to her breast. With that, I was surprised by a feeling that the though of has become unpleasant only to find it highly arousing now. She took my cock in her other hand and slid the other down and over my balls.

With her having to reach across her body to grab my cock, her belt finally gave way and open. Barely hanging on to her shoulders, her kimono opened exposing the entire front side of my mother. I had never seen such a sexy woman.

Rolling my balls around in her slick fingers and her other hand fist fucking my cock, it was inevitable that I was going to cum soon.

"Oh God mom, I am going to cum soon," 

She continued stroking my cock as she reached for the towel. Positioning it on my stomach, I didn't think that she would have covered enough. Again, I just went with the flow.

In this case, the flow was my semen that was about to spray everywhere again.

"Ooooooooh god mooom, I'm cumming."

As my cock clenched up, mom rolled her hand over the head. I exploded shooting load after powerful load into her hand as she began massaging my hot jizz in my cock flesh. I could feel the amount of cum that she was trapping as it was now running down either side of my balls and into my ass crack.

Mom must have also noticed this, "oops, better not get the bed wet," she said as she dove her free hand between my ass crack and began scooping up the jizz that had already crossed my anus. She cleaned it all, repeatedly rubbing her slick fingers over my butt hole.

Unsure as to why but this seemed to prolong my orgasm. I did eventually finish and mom had successfully kept my sheets dry, even at the cost of her literally fingering cum from my ass. Her cock hand resembled a bats wing with a each finger connect to the next by a massive amount of semen.

As cool as ever, mom spoke up "yep, you were definitely ready and in need of that. Let me clean you up so we can get back to sleep."

Exhausted and in pure nirvana, I just laid there and let her do her thing. She was cleaning me off with the towel betting everywhere that had gotten wet. Once finished, she threw the towel to the floor and began to climb back over me to get off the bed.

She made no attempt to address her kimono malfunction. Instead, I was again presented with the fully nude version of my mother. This time as I looked at her pussy, it was very apparent how wet her pussy had become. There wasn't an inch around her crotch or inner thighs that wasn't glistening with pussy juice.

While stretching her leg for the floor, her weight shifted bringing her sloppy wet pussy down on my hip. She more dragged it from me than lifting off, leaving a nice wet pool of my mothers cum next to my deflated dick.

Bending over me, she kissed me on the forehead which left me staring at both of her tit's a mear 12 inches from my face.

"Now get to sleep and have pleasant dreams."

Chuckling I said "yeah, ok, pleasant dreams it is then."

I Hadn't made it to sleep yet before I was beginning to hear a faint noise coming through the walls. I then determined that the faint sounds I was hearing we're soft moans emanating from my mothers room.

The next morning went as normal, My mother helps me out of bed, she helps me use the bathroom and then we sit and have breakfast and coffee.

As she sat down next to me in her flannel boxers and thin tank top, I broke in with "Hey mom, can we talk."

"Of course we can, you can talk to me about anything son. You know that."

I again spoke up, "what was that about last night? I mean don't you find it the slightest bit out of normal?"

"Ok, so yes, at first it did feel weird but then something changed inside me. Would you like a bite or drink before I continue?"

I said a drink would be nice. She lifted the cup to my mouth and I sipped at the warm coffee.

"So let me explain myself and maybe it will make sense to you. Since your father died, I have been in a very dark place. I try my hardest to put on this facade of a woman who has moved on, but I haven't."

"Both you and your sister we're out of the house and now, the only man that I have ever loved was also gone. You had stayed close enabling you to look after me, but honestly, my whole life, my whole existence died with your father."

"I was a homemaker without a home, I was a mother with no children, I was a wife with no husband, I was nothing. That all changed when you had your accident. For me it was the bright spot in an otherwise bad situation."

"I was instantly forced back into mother mode. It actually did feel like I just brought home a new baby. I never gave a second thought to anything that I was doing with you. I was just doing what a mom needed to do."

"You still good, do you want another drink or a bite of food?"

While listening to her, my throat had become increasingly drier, so a drink would be good. "A drink please, orange juice."

The orange juice seemed like it would be better on my dry throat plus it had a straw with it, easier to pull a quenching amount of fluid into my throat.

Continuing, "the eureka moment for me came that first time I had masturbated you. At first I was still doing it out of 'duty,' but then when you came it hit my face like a ton of bricks. I, for some unknown reason, felt totally complete."

"I had thought on it for the next few days and came to the realization that, I was once again a homemaker, a mother and now a wife. Now I know that sounds weird but listen, I take care of the house, I cook dinner for you, I make a home for you."

"I bathe you, I feed you, I wipe your ass for you, I mother you. Now I am in a position where I am also servicing you. As innocent as it may be, I am still making sure that ALL your needs are being taken care of, wifely things."




Nurse Mom



"Having all of these responsibilities back, I once again feel like I have a purpose in life. I find that it doesn't matter that you are my son, it is my man that I am keeping happy. I love you and thank you for bringing me out from the depths."

Wow was all I could say, that was pretty deep I thought. For some strange reason, it also made sense.

"Well, I am glad to see a smile on your face again that doesn't seem painted. I do also love you and would do anything to help you get through this thing with dad."

"You're the best son," she said as she threw her arms around my neck and started sobbing in my ear. "I love you so much."

After a minute, she released me, sat back down and offered me another drink before taking a drink of her own.

"Mom!"

"yes," she replied.

"I heard you last night."

With a fake puzzled look, she asked "you heard what last?"

"You, through the walls after you went back to bed."

Mom's face turned a deep shade of red as lowered her head and spoke, "Oh my, son. I am so sorry. I had tried to stay quiet. I promise that you won't ever hear anything like that again."

I began to laugh at the thought of her Jacking me off yet she is embarrassed by my hearing her masturbate. "Are you kidding me, mom? You have no problem jerking me but you're shy about the fact that you also masturbate." 

Still red, she quickly rebutted with "I have done it for you because it was causing you physical pain and not for any weird sexual gratification on my part."

She already knew that she wasn't going to be able to talk her way around this, but I wanted to make sure that she was cornered in this debate so I kindly kept feeding the fire. "Ok, and let me guess, you also had a unfixable wardrobe malfunction last night?"

"That's right," she said sticking to her guns.

Time to drop the granddaddy of all incriminating evidence on her.

"Mom?"

This time she just looked at me as if unsure of what was coming next.

"Well, because of your 'wardrobe malfunction,' I was checking you out."

"I know, son. I caught you staring and I am ok with that." She replied as if that was my big question or confession.

"Yeah but what you might not know is that when you climbed over me to get off the bed, I also noticed how," clearing my throat again "how do I put it, how aroused you had become."

"Son, just like your erections it is also natural for a woman to have a reaction to stimulation." Changing her tone with the change of subject, she shot back "Jeff, just what exactly are you driving at with this questioning."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it was really nothing. I guess I saw an opportunity to elbow you a little." 

Not buying that answer she replied with a drawn out "Are you sure it was nothing, your questions were pretty heavy. I find it hard to believe it was all just to jab at me?"

"Ok, but don't think weird of me for having this thought, ok?"

"I would never, jeff"

"Ok, so last night after you went back to your room to NOT masturbate, I heard you moaning. The actual very first thought that had came to mind was, Why on earth is she in there masturbating when 10 minutes ago she had a perfectly healthy dick in her hands that she could have used."

"Again son, I masturbate you off because you will become sore without release. I feel needed again which makes me happy. I masturbate for pretty much the same reason. A woman can only handle so much unfulfilled arousal before she also needs some 'release'." 

"Well mom, that is exactly where my next thought came from. The thought was that if I had a 'Medical' reason for you to get me off and you have your own unsatisfied needs, why don't we just kill 2 birds with 1 stone."

"Wait a minute, am I hearing you right. Are you saying that you want to have sex with you mother?"

"Not really. What I am saying is that I think a vagina would be a nice change from a hand and guess what, you happen to have one. I know that you can't say that you don't get unsolicited pleasure from jacking me off only to return to your room to release your own tension. What I am saying is that I am sure that it has been a while for you also. Mom, you need some dick and guess what, I happen to have one."

"I can't believe i'm hearing this. More so, I can't believe that I am even entertaining the thought of having sex with my son." She slightly shook her head as it still hung low.

"Mom, the first time that you jerked me off, you told me to close my eyes and imagine anyone else. At that point, it was strictly physical contact. You can use my penis for your needs and in turn, I can use your vagina for my needs. You can just close your eye's and think about whoever or whatever you like. All I see is a win win for both of us."

"I don't know. Jeff, I just don't think I could do it, I'm sorry."

"It was really just a thought anyway, like I said, it was nothing."

With that we continued with our breakfast with small chit chat. 

The rest of the day was pretty normal except for one slight difference. When she took me to the bathroom, instead of gripping my cock like she had been doing, she held my flesh between her finger and thumb like she used to.

Had she thought that I had crossed a line earlier and was now back to focused mom. It actually made me feel like an ass for my actions in the morning. Even my bath was very matter of fact like.

She did bathe me like normal, she washed my crotch like normal and I got an erection like normal. But now there was no hint of playfulness or a slight tease, it was very 'nurse' like.

After my bath, everything up to bed was just any other day. She tucked me in, set the TV timer, kissed me on the forehead and told me good night as she left my room. A half hour later, I was out.

It was approaching a week since mother last jerked me off and I was starting to feel it. Everything had gone as routine as could be expected. My days were pretty boring with my mom trying her best to keep me occupied and entertained. 

For the first couple of days, even my bathroom stuff was pretty vanilla. It wasn't until the third day that thing returned to 'my new' normal. Morning wood strikes again.

What is different about this morning wood vs. any other of my erections, you may ask. Well, it actually had nothing to do with my chub. 

My mother again directed me to the bathtub but this time she was prepared. She grabbed ahold of my shaft and made sure that there was no way for a repeat performance of the last time.

As my pee began to flow she reacted by yelling at my cock. "Ha, your not going to get me this time!"

For a brief moment, the only sound to be heard was of my urine splashing in the tub. I couldn't help it, I busted out laughing hysterically. My mother wrestled with my hard cock as she tried to maintain control as it had a mind of its own with me laughing.

Unfortunately, her efforts were all in vain as a few drop managed to find her arm again. Surprisingly, she busted out laughing along with me.

While she was laughing but still gripping my shaft, she managed to say "dammit, thats twice now!"

With both of us laughing, it almost felt like my mom was jacking me off. Whether she was or not, it started to feel good. All the way to the point that when I finished peeing, she shook my dry, tucked it back into my boxers and we continued on with our day.

I didn't write it off completely as I filed it way to the back leaving a little hope that this could be the beginning of the way things were. Hope had taken a beating all day as things like, peeing or my bath.

There was nothing wrong about them, it was just like, peeing for example. After the first time I had that morning wood she would grip my penis the same way every time I had to pee. After that next morning wood, she has gone back to finger and thumb.

And my bath, even though I had a raging hard-on, mom still did the cleaning she needed to do and then continued on. I hadn't started feeling sore yet but I was sure as hell getting 'frustrated'.

That night as she put me to bed, it was also pretty routine. She tucked me in, set the TV timer, kissed me on the forehead and said good night pleasant dreams.

"Hey mom, before you leave I wanted to give you a heads up about something."

"What is it Jeff?"

"I just wanted you to know that it is getting to be 'that' time again."

"Oh really? Are you starting to hurt? I have noticed that your erections have been more frequent and stronger.

"Well no, not yet but if I was going to explain it, it would be like this. Let's say my testicals are like plums. Over ripe plums start to bruise and breakdown. If blue balls was the equivalent to an over ripened plum I would be at the very ripe stage. Very ripe for a plum mean that it is the best that it is ever going to be, from here on out it's all downhill."

Bursting out laughing "Oh my God, that is the funniest thing I've heard in a week, no, a month." Turning for the door, she spoke over her shoulder "hey romeo, let me know when you are actually feeling pain." And with that, she turned my desk lamp off and left.

I was actually feeling a little let down and whatever erection I may have had was definitely gone now.

The next day passed and then the next, nothing exciting. The sixth day would start off like every other day but surely wouldn't end that way.

While bathing me she seemed to have been taking extra care of my package. Of course my cock was hard, always is with the bath. With her soapy hand she would stroke my shaft a couple of times and then wash something else.

She would cup my balls in her hands and swoosh them around before returning to my shaft for a couple more strokes. Then she washed my stomach up to the cast before returning to my cock.

Again giving a few slippery strokes, she would slide her hand over my balls and into my ass crack. I flinched a little as her slick finger slid over my asshole three or four times before she returned to my cock for the last time.

She pulled on my cock 2 more times before returning to my balls.

"By the way, how have you been getting along," she said as she gave a small squeeze on my testicals. "Are they starting to hurt yet?"

I wanted to lie but couldn't so I said, "well, they are feeling pretty tight lately."

"But are you hurting yet?"

Again feeling frustrated I replied, "no, they are not hurting yet. But that doesn't mean that they couldn't use some attention before they start hurting."

She had started pouring water over me to rinse the soap off which pretty much ended that subject. "Now now big boy, lets not jump the gun. Believe me, I don't want you in pain. We will take care of it as soon as it starts to rear it's ugly head again."

I kind of got a little upset but then I felt bad for being upset. I realised that I was becoming selfish, and with my own mother none the less. How many other mother did I know that would masturbate their son even once. I did also know that it wasn't going to be too long before I wouldn't have to lie.

Bed time was the usual, tuck, TV, kiss, goodnight. Another ho hum day come and go, great. That was the last thought before drifting to sleep.

I didn't know what time it was but I was awoken by a noise. I opened my eyes to a faint light shining in through my doorway. 

Then I heard a whisper, "Jeff, are you awake?" 

Looking through sleepy blurry eye's, I could barely make out the silohette that shadowed the light.

"Yes mom, i'm awake, what's up?"

"Good, now I want you to stay quiet." As she said that, I could feel my mattress move at my feet like someone was getting on it.

I felt her crawling up the bed straddling my legs. As she got closer and my eyes began to adjust, I could make out her silohette much more defined. I what I saw was all curves, no material. 

She reached up and grabbed my covers and slowly pulled them down towards my waist.

"Mom, what are you doing," I asked.

The response that I got was a quick and simple "shhhh."

With my covers down at my ankles, my mom slowly ran her hands up my legs finding the waistband to my boxers. This whole time I am admiring the soft glow emanating from around body.

As soon as the waistband pulled on my penis, it also began to wake up. What was she doing, I kept thinking to myself. Once she had pulled my second foot from my boxers she proceeded to make her way back up my legs.

She had her legs spread across my thighs and as she kept scooting up, I felt an instant warmth close over my balls. Had she just placed her pussy on my balls, I had asked myself.

A second later and I had my answer. She lifted my growing dick and rubbed against the fold of her lips. I felt a little friction at first, but once my dick had parted her lips, it was like opening the flood gates.

My cock was instantly covered with warm femininity. She continued rubbing my cock on her pussy, using the head to flick back and forth across her clit.

"Oh my God, mom. That feels so nice."

Again the reply "shhh, just be quiet, I am not mom right now."

That must be why I only get a silohette of this very beautiful woman.

She continued using my cock to masturbate with until it was fully hard. At this point, she laid my soaked dick on to my stomach and scooted up higher on my hips until she had my rock hard cock sandwiched between her dripping pussy and my stomach.

Reaching back, putting her hands on my legs for support, she began thrusting her hips back and forth, slowly jacking me off with her pussy lips.

Then she rose off me, lifted my dick with her fingers and proceeded with masturbation via my human didlo. With my shaft in her grasp, she rolled the head of my cock over every inch of wetness.

Every so often as she would make it back around pussy, she would ever so slightly dip the head into her wanting hole, scooping out more of her steamy goodness. With the fresh lube refill, she would mash my cock into her clit rubbing back and forth.

After a minute of clit attention, she continued on her journey. I felt my head once again sliding through the slick trench on it's way towards her lust filled entrance. As my cock crested the outer wall of her hole, I felt a slight spring as it fell towards the awaiting hole.

She let it rest there for a few seconds, but instead of sinking down on me, like I was hoping she was, I again felt a pushing pressure from the other side of her hole.

Mom pushed on my shaft until the little bit of my dick that was in her broke free again. With my hard dick slightly bending, she continued forcing the head of my cock of the firmness of her taint.

As before, once my dick had crested her taint, it sprung again looking for the place of least resistance. This time is was her butthole. Still looking to release the stress, my cock pressed hard against her tight sphincter.

I was starting to feel her muscles relaxing as my cock very slowly began pushing its way through. But yet again, just as I think am making progress I feel the same pressure on my shaft.

Once the head broke free, for the second time, it again looked for the least resistance. It found it as it slid free of her ass before slapping back into her crack.

She reached back with her wet hand and held my shaft into the valley of her ass. Slowly she started to slide up and then down, fucking me with her ass checks.

The second that I let out a groan, she stopped. She lifted herself high enough that my cock once again sprung free slapping down on my still wet stomach. Her ass once again sat on my balls as she pulled my shaft back into her folds.

She didn't use the head to massage her clit this time though, she used my whole dick. She held me in just the right way that she could rub her clit down the entire length.

This continued on for a minute as I heard the familiar moans from last week. With every thrust upward, she would get a slight bit higher on my shaft. Every thrust upward brought the head of my hard cock closer to the entrance of my birth canal.

Once she had risen enough for me to go in, she would teeter there for a moment before letting my cock slide back out and start another stroke with her clit on my shaft.

The teasing was becoming unbearable and she must have sensed it. As she finished another up stroke, she teased her entrance again. This time, I felt her hand push on my shaft as she released all of her weight and impaled herself onto my cock.

She took a large gasp of air as she hit bottom. We both stayed motionless as she got used to having a cock stretching her again after so much time. I was shivering as her tight womanhood clung to my shaft but was easily defeated by the overwhelming amount of fluid coating every surface. The warmth of this human cock glove made it feel like this is where it has needed to be the whole time.

While still impaled on me, she began grinding her hips on mine. Her pussy pulled my cock in every direction while she rode me. It didn't take long to notice that my balls were beginning to tighten as her asshole smashed against them with every forward stroke. 

Also sensing my impending orgasm, my mother slowly pulled herself off of me. The speed at which she slide off of my cock was slow enough that for the first time I could feel every texture of her inner pussy.

Just a few more slow strokes like that and I would have been the 4th of July. Thankfully it was a one way trip. She slid my 7 inches all the way out, again allowing it to slap against my stomach.

She sat back down on my balls and began rubbing her clit against the tight skin. As sex as this shapely silohette is, even the thought of what it must have looked like was hot. And as good as her soft smooth pussy felt as it pushed and pulled on my scrotum, it more so had a massage calming effect that seemed to have 'settled' me down.

Once she felt my testicles starting to loosen up, she moved forward sliding her slick pussy along the length of my shaft. Again using her hand, she lifted my hardness to her pussy and clit. She began lifting herself as she held me tight allowing her hard clit to march to the top on my cock mountain.

With the slit of my dick pressing against my mom's hard round clit, she began moving me in circles. Small circles at first that grew into larger circles. After a few strokes, she just ran my cock head the entire length of her valley, over her clit to her asshole and everything between. Once she had it at her ass, she would stop there and tease her tight bud for a minute before making the return trip back to her clit.

I know that I am supposed to be imagining that it is someone else right now, but I couldn't help thinking that my mother is into anal play. The thought that my mom may fuck my cock with her asshole didn't turn me off, it did quite the opposite. Every time that she rubs my slick head around her asshole I held my breath wishing her to just lower herself.

Back to her clit and the teasing circles, only this time as she was making her way back to her asshole, without any indication, she released all of her weight and slammed the head of my cock to the back of her sloppy pussy.

At this point I was done trying to think of anyone else. I wanted this woman, the one with my 7 inches buried deep in her womb, the same womb from which my own birth took place. I wanted this woman to be my mom. Even if I wanted to think about another woman, she would have only made it more difficult due to her loud moaning which very much sounded like my mom.

She started to grind her hips into mine trying to take any last millimeter of my shaft. Within a minute, my mother was about to unleash a torrent of hot woman cum all over me. As her moaning became more intense, her pace at which she was fucking me increased.

It didn't take long before my balls felt like they were being twisted in a vice. Mom's hips were in all out bucking mode as she violently thrashed her pussy on my cock.




Nurse Mom



I slipped when I said, "Oh God mom, you're gonna make me cum."

The second that I said that, everything came to a complete stop. She froze motionless as she clenched tightly around my thick shaft. Not a moan to be heard, not anything.

I couldn't imagine that she would have been that bothered by me saying 'mom'. This whole time, she has a grip on my which also lead me to think that she didn't want me to cum so she stopped and is holding me back.

Actually the opposite was happening. With as close as she had gotten me, this constant pressure on my cock was enough to quickly build up my impending orgasm. It did however hold back my release for a moment.

Not being able to see in the dark room, I couldn't see anything of what she was doing. I just knew that the instant that I announce that I am cumming, she was going to fly off me. But hey, what am I to do about any of this.

"Mommmm, I'mm cummmmmmming."

At that same instant, my cock began to pulsate as it was blocked by her grip. Instead of flying off, she let out the loudest exhale as my cock set off a chain reaction that shot me through the roof.

She didn't stop to hold me back, she had stopped because she was on the verge of her own orgasm. She was clenching my cock instinctively, but the instant that I had first pulsed inside of her, it triggered her orgasm.

As she began her orgasm, her pussy went from clenching to spasming. The release of the constant pressure allowed my cock to finally unload its contents.

She was gasping for air as her son's dick started hosing her deepest inner sanctuary. Her pussy spasms continue to amplify with every shot of my hot semen. 

Just as fast as she had stopped, she started bucking on my cock again, even while I was still spraying her insides. She was having a second orgasms. I know the first time that she had made me cum, I had allot of pent up pressure and it released accordingly. The next time was a weeks worth of build up, and even that little time managed to build up some pretty strong back pressure.

It was now, a week later and if this load was anything like the other two, there is going to be a huge mess to clean up down there.

When she finally slowed to a stop, she began lifting off me. She grasped my shaft with her hand as it effortlessly slid from her dripping pussy. laying my cock on my stomach, she rested her sloppy gash on my shaft and slowly rocked back and forth as glob after steaming hot glob of our cum dripped down over my deflating dick.

Once all of the cum that would drip out had, she slowly started scooting her way back down my legs. Still nothing had been said and I thought that she was backing off the bed, but then she leaned forward dangling her hard nipples on my thighs.

The next thing I know, she started maneuvering herself between my legs. Her breasts were still dancing on my thighs but now she was laying on my bed with a leg on ether side of her. From my angle and the dimness of the light, all I could make out was a head of hair and her glistening shoulders.

My confusion was instantly clarified as I felt her lips touch the skin of my stomach followed by a slurping sound. She was sucking up all of the cum that had pooled on my stomach. 

This was wild. First my mother fucks her son and then lets me blow a huge load inside her, now she was eating her son's cum. She slurped all over my stomach before moving down to my balls where she pulled both of them into her mouth.

She was sucking the cum from my scrotum occasionally letting them fall from her lips so she could lick the cum that had flowed between my inner thigh and balls. 

Taking my balls back into her mouth, she slid an arm under each of my knees and lifted. With my moms face buried in my, I was now in a spread eagle pose. She continued sucking my balls while I laid there in amazement of how fucken hot my mom was tonight.

As she tugged on my scrotum, one of my testicles popped out from between her lip's followed by the other. The next thing I felt was a tongue press against the base of my spin and start to drag up into my crack.

After all that has happened tonight, I didn't think there was anything else that would have surprised me until I felt that tongue licking the cum that had flowed down my ass crack.

I could feel my very well used penis fighting the urge to stiffen again as she worked her tongue up towards my asshole. The instant that her tongue did make it to my ass, I felt a shock go up the entire length of my spine.

Her tongue disappeared as she swallowed the cum that she had already scooped up. When she returned, her tongue immediately went straight back to my asshole. First she licked at it like a popsicle, but then she started jabbing at my virgin ass followed by more licking.

By this point, my penis has lost the battle with my blood and quickly began inflating again. I still could not believe that my mother had her tongue digging cum from ass.

No matter what I thought about anal play really didn't make a difference as I was at the mercy of my mother anyway. But I have to admit that what she was doing was lighting me up like nothing before.

She continued for a moment longer before removing her tongue to again swallow the cum that it had collected.

Once she had cleaned all the cum from my asshole, she let her tongue slide up the underside of my now hard cock. She was kissing my shaft as she was cleaning our combined juices from my cock. As soon as she felt that she had cleaned my shaft, she made her way to the head.

In one steady motion, she slid her tongue up my shaft to the head where it instantly disappeared between her lips. I could feel her warm suction as she pulled any remaining jizz from my cock.

It was blowing my mind that my mother was now blowing my cock. Unfortunately, it was very short lived. Strickly a clean-up job and not a second round, she pulled on my head a couple more times before removing herself from me.

Coming straight from my cock that had blown a massive amount of jizz in her pussy, she stretched forward and kissed me on my mouth with her cum slick lips before wishing me goodnight.

In total bewilderment, I watched the naked silohette of my mother pull my sheets up before turning to leave my room. Speechless, I watched as she exited, closing the door behind her.

Fortunately I had just released a large load, so the erection that she had caused a second time quickly deflated as I laid there basking in the afterglow. What a very strange and weird situation that was, I thought.

How will this change our relationship? Will this be a one time thing? Do I want it to be a one time thing? As the fresh scent of sex lingered in my room, I quickly drifted back to sleep with these thoughts running through my mind.



Nurse Mom and Me



It all started when I was eighteen after graduation ceremony I took part in the all night party that the town puts on for all the seniors. I'm not really into the party scene mainly because I'm in a wheelchair and most homes aren't easy to access and with thirty to forty drunk people stumbling around it isn't really that safe for myself or them. I spend most nights at home either on the computer or watching television. My father died when I was a baby leaving mom and I to fend for ourselves which was hard on us both. She would come home each night around eight tired from her shift at the retirement home where she was a nurse. I would have dinner ready for her when she walked in and we would sit and eat and talk about all different things from work to current events even randomly about love. I'll admit I've never really been with a woman heck never even had a girlfriend; sure I've kissed girls before but only a peck on the cheek. 

One day while at home I popped on the computer to do some surfing and found an adult site with stories and pictures so I began to scan through the stories to look for any worth reading. I came across one called "Nurses in the family" being so close to my own life I began to read, it was very exciting while reading I felt a twitch in my crotch I hadn't really felt before except when I jerked off thinking about the girls in my classes I'd never be with. Being home alone I decided I'd ease the tension by rubbing one out while I read so I slipped off my pants and began to stroke and continued reading. I must have lost track of time being so into the story that I heard the front door open and mom calling for me looking at the clock "shit it's 8 already" I said as I heard my mothers footsteps walking down the hall coming closer to my room where I am still fully exposed. I pulled up my pants as fast as I could although still with a massive erection from reading the story. Mom walked in and asked if I was alright I said yes I was just playing a game on the computer, well mom looked at the screen that was still on the page I was reading and came closer to me. She looked wide awake unlike most nights when she came home she glanced at me and then back at the screen and said she was going to take a shower and since I hadn't made dinner she told me to order out and have it delivered. 

When she left I quickly turned off the computer and noticed my cock was still pressed hard against my pants and thought oh god did mom see? But I had to not think about that and order something to eat. I went into the kitchen for the menus and didn't know what to order us so I rolled down to mom's room to ask what she wanted. The door was wide open like it usually was we had no secrets it was just the two of us in the house so I rolled in and called for her. I heard the water running so I asked loudly "hey mom what do you want for dinner?" with no reply I called again and still no reply, so I popped my head in the bathroom with eyes closed and asked a third time and I heard soft moans from inside the steamed up bathroom my eye popped open with the sounds I was hearing and then I saw her. She looked like the women in the pictures I had just been looking at with her long dark hair that swept down to the middle of her back brown eyes and very big round breasts that I knew were 38D cups because I've peeked at her bra size when doing laundry. 

I sat there looking at her for a minute and began to get that feeling in my crotch again so I thought I better go before she sees me. I went out to the kitchen and just called up the local pizza place because it was fast. I knew I didn't have much time before mom came out from the bathroom so I bolted to my bathroom and closed the door pulled down my pants again and jerked at my cock as hard as I could. I could hear mom once again coming down the hall so I had to hurry but it was to late, she was at the door to my bathroom and she knocked and said "hinny is everything alright?" in her sweet voice I grunted uh yeah everything is fine an she opened the door just to make sure. Her eyes went very wide in shock when she opened the door and found me cock in hand jerking like a mad man. She stood in the doorway for a minute both of us staring at each other her in shock me in embarrassment then I noticed she wasn't staring at my face she was looking directly at my crotch. After the shock wore off she apologized and closed the door and said she'll be in the kitchen. Well after that my erection was completely lost so I cleaned up and pulled up my pants and went out into the kitchen. 

There was no point in trying to hide what just happened we're the only two people in the house. Mom was sitting at the table in her robe getting out the plates and silverware and she said "you know hunny its natural to do that you don't have to hide" I looked at her and all I could say was "I know mom" and she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug which started the problem all over again because she pressed so hard my face went right into her soft breasts which made my crotch twitch but then we broke the embrace. Soon after the pizza had arrived and we ate and talked like normal and after dinner we decided to watch tv in the living room I took a seat on the couch as mom finished the dishes and she walked in bent over right in front of me almost saying I know you saw me in the shower and giving a full view to her great cleavage. She sat down next to me and pulled the blanket she brought in over both of us. Then she did something I was not expecting under the blanket she took off her robe and holding the blanket over her as if to say she wasn't wearing anything else tossed the robe to the chair and she cuddled up against me. I didn't move for almost half an hour but when I did it was confirmed she wasn't wearing anything under her robe I moved my arm to get more comfortable and it slid against her chest and I felt her hardened nipples against my arm. In an instant my crotch was active again and mom must have known it to because she slid her hand over my crotch and began to squeeze and rub my bulging cock and then it happened. 

With one quick move mom had my pants undone and my cock was in full salute and under the blanket she began to stroke my cock gently she cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my shaft with the other. "I was in heaven" she looked up at me and licked her lips and I smiled and she tossed the blanket we had around us to the floor and she was fully nude as I had suspected she said "now we're going to have some real fun from now on" with that she stood up and straddled me with my cock only an inch or so from her tight bald pussy she whispered to me she shaves in hopes that this would happen and she slammed down hard onto my cock and we began to kiss passionately as my cock filled her deep pussy and we began to make love on the couch between kisses I told her I was going to cum an she ignored me. She rode my cock harder and harder until I blew at least six big loads of my hot sticky cum deep inside her and when she noticed my cock was no longer fully erect she climbed off and went to the floor and on her knees she looked up at me once again and she smiled and then engulfed my entire 7inch cock in her mouth and sucked all the juices off not leaving a single drop as I moaned in great pleasure. 

After mom finished with my cock she climbed back onto the couch and cuddled up next to me like she had started and said "now we have something fun to do other then just watch tv all night" and she kissed my cheek and got up and went to bed. 

The next morning I got up went back to the computer and found the site with the nurse story I was reading and looked up the author and not surprised one bit I found that my mother is the one who wrote the story that game me so much pleasure and now we could please each other physically and mentally.



Nurse Mom



"You must be doing better," she said walking over to hand me some pills and a small plastic cup of water. "You made it through the night without the need for more pain meds," she then added.

I could feel the pain now however, my leg and arms aching horribly, though even I had to admit, not nearly as much as they had been. Even so, I gratefully swallowed the pills, looking around for mom though she wasn't in the room. Noticing I did, the nurse answered my question without it being asked.

"Your mother told me to tell you she'll be back late this afternoon," she explained. "And she also told me to tell you that you should try and get some more sleep, if you can."

I did so, closing my eyes, not opening them again until I heard the sound of her voice later on that afternoon, waking me.

"Brian? Are you awake?"

I opened my eyes, smiling as I saw mom standing over me, the touch of her hand as she swept the hair out of my eyes. She smiled back, but then spoke, worry lines coming into her face as she did so.

"About last night..."

"Yes, thank you," I told her. "You have no idea how much that helped me to sleep," I told her, heading her off as I knew damn well where she'd intended on going with this. I'd already had this conversation with her, well ahead of time, speaking both roles, arguing both sides, and then surprisingly, coming to terms with it for both of us. I made some motion with the heavy lead weights of the casts on my arms, lifting them just barely, unable to bend either one of them, ensuring she saw that. "Remember that talk we had years ago?" I then asked.

She laughed, smiling. "Which one?" She was right, we had had so many.

"That time when you caught me masturbating, and then told me how it was a normal, natural thing to do."

"Yes...I remember," she said actually blushing, though I am sure part of that was due to the recent intimate encounter we'd just had.

"Well, obviously, it helped me to sleep, and according to Nurse Awful, I managed to make it through the night without the need for any more pain medication. So...I owe that to you," I informed her. "Since I obviously can't very well do that myself at the moment," I added with my leaded weight arms still practically pinned to each side of me there on the bed. It was a monumental effort to even shift them a little, trying to find a way to make myself a bit more comfortable as I lay there.

"But..."

"No buts," I said heading her off. "Don't even go there mom," I said simply. "I can't do it, and I sure as hell don't think Miss Crotchety would be willing to, not to mention the fact I'd actually prefer it if she didn't. You on the other hand..."

I saw her face brighten in surprise, the fear of what I might have thought, or been thinking, well off the mark as she stood there looking down at me.

"And besides, it's like being a junkie, if I can't do it to myself...who the hell else is going to? Unless it's someone I trust and care about...and love," I then added letting her know in that instant, that what she had done for me, I had found to be the most loving and caring of acts I had ever known.

"So you're not..."

"I'm not, anything...except pleased," I said grinning, interrupting her once again, taking away her nervous embarrassment, and guilt in one fell swoop. "And mom?"

"Yes Brian?"

"Before you go home tonight? Will you do it for me again?"

This time she looked at me and smiled, pausing only for a moment as she thought about it, "Yes honey...I will."

**

We watched some TV together, chatted about normal things, as well as friends and well-wishers who had spoken to her. She'd even told me that Valerie, and the twins had planned on coming to see me tomorrow, now that I was considered to be out of critical condition, and could have visitors. Night fell, the pain meds once again wearing off, though it was still a couple of hours yet before I could have any more. It was uncomfortable, and she could see it, my mind no longer on the TV program we'd been watching together. I'd even left most of my dinner gone untouched for the most part, which they had just taken away, as well as giving the news that it would be a while yet before my nurse would be in to check on me, and give me some much needed relief. That however was no longer the relief I was hoping for.

Once again mom pulled her chair up closer to my bed, simultaneously pulling the privacy curtain around just enough to shield anyone who might walk in on seeing us, and what she obviously would soon be doing to me. I wasn't nearly full hard yet, no tent poking up through the sheets, and surprised myself when a very wicked thought came to me, one that I was surprised I actually considered asking, and then did.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?" she asked, not quite having slipped her hand beneath the sheet yet.

"It would help...a lot, if...."

"If what?"

"If maybe...you did something else for me too," I then told her.

"Like what?" she asked curiously.

"Well, it's not like I have any Playboy's handy," I said causing her to laugh, "You know...to sort of jump start things a little," I spoke.

"So you mean you need more than just the touch of my hand to give you a jump start?" she joked back, though obviously nervous, her mind already processing the hint of what I was asking her.

"Well yeah, sort of," I finished. "But it would help, if maybe you were to...ah,"

Now mom surprised me. Though the privacy curtain was pulled, she looked behind her anyway, assuring herself that no one else could see anything from where she sat.

"You tell me if you hear or see anyone," she then spoke. I merely nodded my head in excitement. One of the reasons I'd even suggested it as being a possibility was the fact she'd worn an easy to lift up tee shirt, no buttons getting in the way. I knew too from previous experience with another girl friend who'd done this for me before, she could likewise include removing her bra along with the shirt, and effectively "flash" me, just as Carol, my ex-girlfriend had frequently done for me. With mom's face showing a bit of color, she reached down, her hands easily bringing up both the hem of her blouse, along with the cups of her bra, exposing her exquisitely molded breasts.

It wasn't the first time I had ever seen them, but certainly not quite like this. Not with her actually doing so, allowing me to sit there and gaze at them to my hearts content, though I also ached to do a lot more than simply look at them too.

We had actually had one of our more intimate grown up discussions with her lying there in the bathtub, though at the time she'd been for the most part hidden in a blanket of bubbles. After a while soaking like that, talking however, her breasts eventually began playing peek-a-boob with me, though upon discovering that she was now exposing a great deal more of herself that she might have intended, she'd ended our discussion, promising to continue it later after she'd gotten out and dried off.

I'd been hard as hell then too, just sitting there looking at her. And now remembered, I had jerked off thinking about her that night as well. Maybe I had done that a bit more frequently than I was even willing to admit to myself. Either way, I was laying there in bed now, admiring my mother's beautiful bare breasts, dark brown areolas, swollen and crinkly hard now, nipples fat and extended, just begging to be sucked on. Which is when I then felt the touch of her hand on me again as it slipped beneath the sheet.

"That better?"

My pleasured groan and moanful sigh gave her my answer.

There was a distinct difference in the way she fondled my cock this time too. Last time, it had been the simple up and down motion of her hand, working it, though that had culminated quite unexpectedly with her placing her mouth over the head of it when I came.

This time, she actually made some attempt at pleasuring me, not in just getting me off. I felt the sensual touch of her fingers, exploring. A gentle squeeze as she sought out some lubrication, her finger easily finding it, gathering it up, and then using that to further stimulate and pleasure me with. She took her time. And I took mine, enjoying it, enjoying the touch of her hand, the sight of her exposed lovely breasts, nipples so gloriously firm and erect, dying to be touched. Which she then further surprised me, by actually touching them, herself.

"This feels so wicked," she said, smiling as she said it, yet meaning it too. And it did, wickedly wonderful, wrong perhaps...even decadent, but wonderfully erotic and sensual beyond belief as she sat there toying with her own breasts, cupping and kneading her soft flesh, pulling and pinching her nipple as she sat there looking at me, watching me as I lay there looking at her doing it. Her hand, accompanying the pleasure of my eyes as they lustfully devoured her.

"Tell me when," she soon after asked me.

"You'll know when," I answered, my breath already labored.

"Tell me anyway," she asked me back in a clipped tone of voice, her own lust now taking over her emotions, her inhibitions at stroking me, still touching herself, long having been left by the wayside.

"Fuck! Any second now!" I warned her, saying the one word I had never spoken in front of her before in my entire life, seeing a brief surprised lift of her eyebrows upon hearing it.

"God, say it again," she stated, shocking me a little.

"Fuck!" I moaned pleasurably, already sensing the first initial warnings of my impending orgasm as my balls began to tighten in expectation of that.

Her hand quickly picked up the pace, her other hand once again pulling back the sheet, where she now purposely looked directly at her handy work, along with my very hard, very swollen, purple looking cock.

I felt the first mind-numbing pulsation, watching...waiting for the feel of her mouth once again, which I expected her to bend over and due any second now. But mom once again surprised me, waiting, the first glorious spurt suddenly skyrocketing out of the end of my prick hitting her squarely in the face. She laughed, only then surrounding her lips about the head of my prick, sucking, swallowing, and sucking again until she had drained me exhaustibly.

"Fuck!" I moaned one last time, hearing her girlish giggle of glee and pleasure as she sat up licking her lips.

**

"Was that as good as the first time she asked?" Though I was somewhat disappointed as she now reaffixed her bra over her breasts, hiding them away again, likewise pulling down her tee shirt, and then finally replacing the sheet over my still somewhat stiff cock.

"Even better," I said dreamily, still basking in the afterglow of that magnificently wonderful climax. I looked at her directly, the lust in her eyes had not as yet diminished, her own desires, excitement still hovering on the surface. Once again I gambled with my own boldness, not knowing if I'd succeed in the attempt, though I was now determined more than ever to try. "Your turn," I said simply looking at her, letting her know by the expression in my face that I was serious and not joking around.

"Yeah...right, I wish," she said non-committally, though her tone of voice belied the truth of her need even as she spoke.

"So?" I answered back. "Do it...let me see you," I now asked, almost pleadingly. Once again she sat there looking at me with disbelief at hearing what I'd just asked of her.

"You can't be serious," she stated, again giggling, trying to laugh it off, though I saw behind the façade of her nervousness a desire to do exactly what I'd just asked of her. 

"Please mom...for me, I can't do anything for you myself, not at the moment anyway," I then added, seeing the raised lift in her eyebrows as I said that. "But...it would mean a lot to me if you would, to see you find pleasure while I watched, knowing that at least in that way, I could participate, and return something in kind to the pure joy you've just given and shared with me."

I saw the internal struggle, the turmoil of what I'd just asked her to do as she actually sat there silently thinking about it. But then I saw the look in her eyes, as the lust seemed to die briefly, rationalization taking over as she answered.

"Brian, I don't think that's such a very good idea, I am after all your,"

"Mother...yes, I know. And it was my mother who just gave me, and shared something very sweet, very intimate, and very loving with her son. All I am asking is that you allow me to do the little that I can do. Share with you at least a small portion of that same sort of intimacy...please?"

I knew the next look on her face would give me my answer...one way or the other. 

"You're serious, you really want that, want to see me..."

"Yes!" I said eagerly, hopefully, enticing her with my enthusiasm and excitement, and then clinching the deal. "Just the thought of seeing you do that for me, will make me feel a hundred percent better mother...I know it."

Although there was still uncertainty in her face, her words and actions confirmed what I hoped for. Nervously, she snapped open the button on the shorts she was wearing, once again looking over her shoulder towards the curtain.

"You tell me..."

"I will, I will! I promise!" I said, now praying that no one would come in and ruin this moment for either one of us. If they did, it might not ever happen again.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she then said, unzipping the fly on her shorts now. I didn't respond to that one, keeping quiet, letting her work through the rest of this now without any further help or coaxing from me. She stood up, now standing beside me, one eye towards the curtain, able to hear as well as see any unexpected arrivals movement, hopefully having a moment at least to cover herself as she took one of the blankets from the bottom of my bed, tossing it over the arm of the chair just in case. There wouldn't be time to pull up her shorts and fasten them again if anyone did come in, and she knew it. But perhaps enough time to sit down, using the blanket and pretend to be sleeping covering herself that way.

It was a nice surprise to discover she wore a thong instead of the more mature underpants I was half expecting to see.

"Wow!" I heard myself actually say as she allowed her shorts to fully open and slide partially down her thighs as she stood there facing towards me. She actually laughed at that.

"What? You expected your mother to be wearing Granny Panties or something?"

"No...not really, just not...a thong!" I openly admitted, feeling a renewed, surprised lurch of interest in my cock upon seeing them.

The one thing she didn't do, was to remove the thong. Maybe that was a bit much to expect under the circumstances. But I did watch in abject fascination as she slid her hand down the front of the tight, tiny waistband, knowing full well where her fingers now were as she fingered herself, standing there in front of me, the material slowly bending, pressing against the knuckles of her hand.

"Please...let me see, let me see you," I half begged, actually forcing myself to sit up a little, even an inch or two more against the pillow behind my head. 

"Ok, ok...but lie still," she cautioned me, breathless, her tone of voice dripping with lust, desire and whatever else I had never heard her speak before. She removed her hand, and instead used it to slip off to one side the majority of that tiny strip of material between her legs. I then saw the puffy outer lips of her pussy suddenly appear, her eyes wide, big around as saucers as she looked down towards me, gauging my reaction. I sighed, moaning pleasurably, feeling the lift of the sheet over my prick once again, directing her attention towards it. "Goodness!" she said simply, seeing the newly formed tent once again.

"Keep going!" I urged her. "Come for me."

The wanton desire of my own tone of voice clearly told her that I was again as excited as she was. Her fingers now clearly slipping inside that wondrous slit, the very place I had once come from so many years ago. She probed herself, fingering, teasing, and toying with her clit as she further spread herself, knowing full well as she did so that my face was now only inches away from her sex. As close as she was, I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, adding to my own. Her clit big as life, so hard, juicy and shiny as she took the essence of herself, using that to smear about the tiny firm little head of her woman prick, just as she had moments ago done to me.

"Closer," I whispered, seeing her take a step. "Closer, please closer!" She took another step, and then another, half waddling towards me until she could go no further, come no closer. But it was enough. "Oh my god! Brian! What are you..." And then she came.

I had barely even touched her clit with my tongue, flicked it perhaps once, maybe three times, as she reached out, laying her hands upon the bed, and then upon me for support as she shook wildly, uncontrollably there standing next to the bed. Her low deep-throated moan squeezing out the pure unbridled ecstasy of her orgasmic pleasure, my tongue flicking against the surface of her clit wildly now as she climaxed, trying desperately to keep the sounds of her joy from going any farther than the curled up edge of her lips.

Seconds later she stepped away, still slightly wild eyed, collapsing down into her chair, her shorts still suspended around her thighs just above her knees. It was then that we both heard the door to my room open, a few seconds later, Nurse curious peeking around the curtain towards us. She'd had just enough time, the blanket thoroughly covering her, clear up to her neck as she sat feigning sleep, the nurse peeking in at us curiously. I placed my finger at my lips, looking at mom nodding my head in her direction. Nurse Smile, did so, whispering, nodding her head in return.

"Take these, they'll help you to sleep," she informed me, and then just as quietly, left the room.

But I had no doubt in my mind at least...I would once again sleep like a baby.

**

I was in the hospital for the better part of a week, recuperating. Though towards the end of that, released to finally go home far earlier than expected, the Doctor's had proclaimed my rapid recovery as almost miraculous, under the circumstances. I contributed it to the now twice daily, hand jobs and blowjobs I was being given by my mother. That...and not needing to take nearly as much pain medication now as I had been. I'd enjoyed all the friends that had come to visit, in particular Valerie and the twins, both of which had whispered promises of naughty erotic enticements the moment I felt up to it after I got out. Something I would certainly have to think about. But the reality was, I was still going to be laid up in bed for a while, the necessity of moving back into my mother's home at least temporarily, putting everything else on hold. If not...permanently the way I was looking at it.

Initially, coming home was a bit more awkward for us both as opposed to being in the hospital. There, nurses helped me do certain things I couldn't entirely do all by myself. I hadn't really given it much thought, after all they were nurses. But now home once again, it was up to mom to help bathe me, clean me up some when I needed help. Strangely enough, I felt like a kid again, a very young kid again, and entirely at her mercy most of the time.

The one thing that changed almost immediately, which at first really threw me, was the fact that mom came into my room just before bedtime, checked on me, ensured I took my medication, and then left me to sleep for the night. I had my cell phone close at hand, able to call her on hers if I needed anything, but I was a little surprised, and somewhat disappointed when the erotic intimacy we'd shared together at the hospital hadn't continued at home.




Nurse Mom



"Home!" I thought to myself the second night after my return there. Maybe that was the problem. Now that we were home, mother was indeed looking at everything that had happened at the hospital as part of my recovering necessities. Now that we were here, perhaps she...was struggling with what it was we had done, and even perhaps thinking I might be as well. I decided to come right out and ask her about it first thing in the morning.

The fact was, I still couldn't feed myself, my arms not as yet bendable enough in order to do so. That at least assured me that mom would soon come into my room and have to spend some time sitting next to me on the bed, feeding me by hand. It was an opportunity I wasn't about to pass up either. And I used my situation, predicament as a ploy to instigate the conversation in the direction I intended it to go.

"Been a while since you've had to do this hasn't it?" I said as mom sat next to me on the bed, spooning oatmeal into my mouth along with occasional sips of coffee, orange juice and bits of toast that she portioned off into nice easy to swallow bite-sized pieces. She laughed at that, the mood suddenly more relaxed again, the way it had been between us.

"Yes it has," she told me. "And strangely enough...I've missed doing this, takes me back quite a ways," she answered. "I don't mind though...do you?"

"Not at all," I said speaking after swallowing another good-sized spoonful of the oatmeal. "Only one thing I wouldn't mind doing again either," I told her, watching for signs of her reaction. Obviously, she knew I was heading somewhere, though not quite sure yet where that was.

"Oh? And what would that be?" she asked taking the bait.

"I remember you once telling me how much you enjoyed breast-feeding me," I told her. "Sort of makes me wish I could experience that again, especially under the circumstances, from an entirely different point of view," I said grinning wickedly at her.

She laughed at that. "Not very damn likely," she told me. "For one, I don't have milk in my tits anymore," she began. "And two...I'm not sure that it's very wise for either one of us to entertain certain things again," she said a bit more seriously.

"So that's what's been bothering you then hasn't it?" I said refusing another bite of toast from her. She looked at me in surprise.

"Hasn't it been bothering you? Especially now that we're home?"

"No!" I told her succinctly, adamantly. "It hasn't, and to be perfectly honest about it, I've missed that intimacy we enjoyed and shared with one another, I've been thinking about it constantly ever since we got here."

And I had been. Especially while laying next to her, so close to her breasts, only inches away from actually being able to suck on them had they been exposed. Just the thought of that lengthening my prick.

"See?" I then said, able to at least use my hands well enough now to pull back the sheet by myself. I preferred to be naked for a number of reasons. It made things easier for one in having to use the bedpan, as much as I hated having to do so. But...the upside of that was, I was naked beneath the sheet, and upon tossing back the covering, was able to show her just what I meant by that. My cock was stone, and looked like it to. She sat there looking at it, her eyes unmoving for a moment, no words coming from her mouth either as she sat there, holding the spoon with oatmeal piled on top of it in mid-air as though she'd just been frozen in place by Medusa.

"Brian," she finally said, finding her voice.

"Mom," I said, waggling my cock without the use of my hands. I had to grin inwardly to myself, it was like sitting there, trying to entice her as though having a cobra hypnotically dancing in front of her as I played the flute for it. She sat watching me, saw the purposeful throb that I empowered my own dick to show, making it waggle back and forth again for several moments without the use of my hands.

"How the hell do you make it do that?" she actually asked me, finally putting the spoon back down into the bowl.

"It's easy. All I have to do is think about you, and imagine what it would be like sucking on those gorgeous tits of yours again."

Obviously I hadn't done so since I was actually a baby, but hearing me say that had had some affect on her, I could actually see the small tiny press of her firming nipples against the material of her thin tee shirt right through her bra!

"I don't know," she allowed herself to speak aloud, obviously arguing with herself once again.

"And besides, please don't tell me you'd actually leave me like this...without some kind of relief," I said softly, waggling my dick back and forth again, feeling the head swell, throb, and then dance for her as I used every muscle at my disposal in accomplishing that.

"No more here than there," she said finally reaching up, lifting her tee shirt over her breasts. I said nothing, waiting, hoping.

"Let me suck you," I said..."while you touch me," I added. Mom then reached behind, unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts, which now fell wonderfully before my eyes, her hard nipples fully extended, the familiar crinkle of her aroused areola beckoning me towards them. She was within easy reach, and I did so, immediately capturing one of those precious teats within my lips, gingerly and softly sucking it into my mouth. I felt her hand come around the back side of my head, cradling me there, supporting me as I lay there, nursing on her.

"Oh god!" she moaned softly, now holding her own breast within her hand, actually feeding it to me. I continued to suckle on her, my dick now throbbing and wobbling with a mind of its own. Her hand finally coming down to wrap itself around me as she slowly began working her magic on my wand, my lips working a magic of their own on her.

Much to my surprise, eventually she slithered down on the bed, lust once again filling her eyes as she captured her breasts within her hands, surrounding my shaft, now using them to further milk me with, pleasuring my shaft as I lay there watching my own mother, masturbating me with those deliciously wonderful, full mature looking breasts of hers.

I was getting closer and closer now, hovering on the edge of climax, my body shaking uncontrollably with the urge and desire to shoot my wad any moment now. Once again sensing my release, she worked those soft beautiful tits of hers even more rapidly up and down my shaft. "Do it!" she then urged me, unashamedly, letting her own needful lust and desire now surface. "Cum on my tits honey, shoot that beautiful hot sticky slick spunk all over mommies titties!"

I hadn't called her that in years, and it almost sounded funny hearing her say that, but if it was something that for whatever reason had gotten her hot, I was all for it.

"Oh yes! Yes! I want to fucking come all over mommies tits!" I shouted out rapturously, and then felt the first surge of my spunk as it boiled up from my balls, felt the tip of my prick literally explode, and then sat there watching spurt after delicious spurt of my cream as I began bathing her breasts in copious amounts of my never-ending semen.

I sat watching her as she massaged in my cream into each one of her breasts, covering them entirely, laughing to herself. "This reminds me, how I used to do this with doses of vitamin E every single day, in order to keep myself from getting too many stretch-marks...that...and saggy titties," she again giggled. "I guess it sort of helped," she added holding them up and together now, examining them, just as I was.

"Obviously it did," I said lifting my hand up just enough to actually finger one of them, feeling the tautness of her nipple, flicking it forcefully, hearing her moan pleasurably as I did so. "Come for me," I then told her. "Please mom...let me hear you, and see you cum."

It wasn't outside of anything we had already done, and perhaps because of that, she hesitated only for a moment. Though this time, she slipped out of the jeans she was wearing, and removed her thong entirely as well. She now stood next to me at the side of the bed, entirely naked. It was the first time in a long, long time...I'd actually seen her exactly so.

"You're still very, very beautiful," I then said.

"Thank you," she said somewhat awkwardly, feeling embarrassed even then about herself, looking down, a small pooch on her belly, her breasts not quite as firm as they perhaps once might have been, an ass that looked every bit as enticing as either of the twins had appeared to be to me. I noticed too a few stretch marks here and there that had escaped the twice daily applications of her vitamin E lotion perhaps. But to me, she was just as beautiful as she could have ever been, and I told her so over and over again.

I lay there, watching her as her hand slipped between the slick wet folds of her pussy. Coming away seconds later with a sweet white slick substance that coated each. I reached up, somehow managing to grasp her hand before she could take it away, pulling it towards me as far as I could until the cast no longer made it possible for me to do so. She looked at me inquisitively, curious.

"Feed me, give it to me," I said in a near whisper. I let go of her hand, and then watched her as she lifted it, two fingers covered in the white sweet substance, and then spoon fed me once again. It was a hell of a lot better than oatmeal.

After that, mom threw all caution to the wind, her fingers a blur working her pussy for me as she stood there, her fingers delicately strumming her clit as she no doubt very often did there in the secrecy of her own bed at night. I lay watching the ecstasy as it filled her face, hearing her cry of release as she came, the bent knees almost collapsing, buckling inwards as she finally tumbled to lie beside me there on the bed. My lips once again, lightly softly, nursing her nipple.

More than anything I wanted to fuck her, slip my cock inside that wet juicy passage, but I knew that to raise the issue with her, especially now, would destroy the moment, and very possibly any chance, any opportunity I might have afterwards either. I knew then I would have to bide my time, take things slowly, and let the opportunity eventually present itself. It did so, three days later.

**

I had been watching the news and weather when the idea came to me. The forecast called for a heavy period of pretty severe thunderstorms over our area. Looking back, I remembered times when I was much younger how the thunder and lightning had always affected my mother back then. I'd always found it exciting to watch, never being afraid of it, though it was obvious my mother became considerably frightened by it. My dad thought it was foolishness on her part to show such fear of it when she was as he called it, "totally safe and nothing to be afraid of."

It was after that, I would quite often call out to her in the night when the storms really intensified. She'd come into my room, crawl into bed next to me, and then hold me close. I would lay there smiling, letting her comfort me from the supposed fear I now feigned, though knowing as I did that, it was she who drew comfort from me as we lay there listening to the peels of thunder, watching the forks of lightning as they lit up my bedroom.

Obviously, it had been a while since we'd done that. But with the storm clouds threatening the early evening skies, I smiled inwardly, hoping that this would indeed be a loud and noisy storm when it passed.

I couldn't have asked for a better scenario. As I lay there listening to the sound of the distant thunder rumbling, growing closer with each passing moment, I expectantly looked towards the doorway of my room. The sun had just barely gone down, my room now dark though with just barely enough light to see by, which I discovered as with the next clap of thunder, the lights suddenly went out, throwing my room into darkness.

"If that doesn't do it...nothing will!" I told myself smiling. Sure enough, only a few short minutes after that loud clap of thunder and almost blinding light outside my window, the door opened to my room, the sound of my mother's voice heard as she stood there in the doorway looking in on me.

"You ok?" She asked.

Obviously I was. But it wasn't me she was really referring to. I could hear the edge of nervousness in her tone of voice. She really did hate thunderstorms, always had and probably always would.

"Come lay by me," I answered her in response. Though it was early evening, she was already wearing a simple throw over nightgown that she quite often wore to lounge around the house in at night as a way of making herself comfortable. As the next timely crack of lightning lit up the night sky, its brief dazzling brilliance silhouetted her form as she stood there. In seconds I saw her body backlit against the flash, knowing she was nude beneath the almost transparent gown that hung comfortably on her frame. She crossed the room slipping into bed beside me, almost immediately tucking my head against her breast, her hand gently stroking my face as I lay there in the crook of her arm.

That simple gesture took me back to days so long ago when we would often lie there together in my bed, listening to the sound of the thunder as it washed over us, eventually moving away. Very often, she would fall asleep there in my arms or me in hers, though she would generally get up sometime before sunrise and make her way back into her own room. Except for the very accidental contact of her breast perhaps pressing against me, or an inadvertent brush against her if I should be spooning her from behind, there was never any sort of sexual contact whatsoever. At least none that I took as being that. Admittedly, it was again another one of those times and moments when I briefly thought of it, but then chased away the thoughts before they could manifest themselves into a hard steely erection between my legs.

I smiled as mom snuggled into bed next to me. Back then, I had very often failed at trying to keep my dick from stiffening, just as I was doing now. The difference being of course, I had no intention of trying to hide my sudden arousal. Being cast the way I was, it was virtually impossible for me to lay any other way but on my back. With mom lying beside me, cradling me as she was, the obvious 'tent' being put up between my legs soon became readily apparent. Looking down at myself, I could certainly see it, and though I couldn't see her eyes unless I were to lift up and turn my head, I knew damn well that if she looked in that direction, she'd be able to easily see it too.

Just then another much louder clap of lightning shook the house, a millisecond of spacing between it and the explosion of light that lit up the room.

"Wow! That was a close one!" I said unnecessarily, but it gave legitimacy to the worry and concern I could feel from her as shuddered in fear, still pretending to embrace me in comfort against the storm, though it was her holding me that was in fact bringing her the comfort.

I'd been lying there waiting patiently before making my next move. Feeling her shudder worriedly next to me, I knew then it was now or never. "Mom, roll over on top of me," I told her, taking her by surprise, confusing her at first. But I moved, the limited movement I actually had, using my one good arm that at least had more mobility than the other one did, to reach over across myself, taking her arm into mine and literally tugging on her. As I'd hoped, she came with the simple motion, doing as I'd asked, though she spoke even as she did that.

"Brian, I'm not so sure this is a very good idea," she said. Fate and whatever else was with me however as a second, even closer more violent clap of thunder and simultaneous lightning filled the room. I felt her burry her head against my neck and shoulder, her body fully lying atop me now, the press of her bare breasts even through her lightweight nightgown clearly evident as they mashed themselves against my chest. But even better than that, I felt the press of my hard stiff erection directly against her soft mound, only the thinnest of material separating us now as I actually moved against her letting her feel and realize the obvious contact. Once again she whispered, though doing so against my neck, her breath warm, soft as she spoke my name. "Brian..."

"Shhh," I responded back, my one semi good arm coming up and around to caress my own mothers tight firm ass through the gown, hunching it up as I did so, the contact now flesh against flesh, direct. The soothing strokes of my caress silencing any further objections she might have had. I knew I had her when she moaned pleasurably.

"Oh god, Brian!" she now mewed, once again shivering, but this time not from fear or worry from the storm as it slowly began moving away off into the distance. When I pressed my stiff hard prick against her this time, I felt her press back, grinding herself down against me. I timed my movement, as she lifted, and as I shoved myself downwards against the mattress, suddenly yanking on, and lifting up the few inches of cloth still sandwiched between us. As I shoved up, this time, it was the pure sweet contact of flesh upon flesh we both felt. "Oh Brian!" she moaned once again, her sweet sounding voice telling me in an instant of her desire, no longer disguised as her pussy gathered the length of my shaft, kissing it, not quite yet inserting it, though she slid upwards the entire length of it as she did that.

"You're so fucking wet!" I moaned stating the obvious, though using the erotic vulgarity to express my own intensified arousal and need of her. Once again she moaned, pressing even more firmly against me, once again sliding the length of that preciously sweet slit of hers ever so slowly up, and then down the entire length of me.

I don't know that she expected what happened next. I'm not sure that even I had planned for it to happen quite the way that it did, but the moment was too good...too perfect to pass up. She had slipped up just enough that when coming back down, I angled myself perfectly, the intent not lost on her though she tried in that same second to reposition herself, her thrust, her redirection of movement, but it was already too late. With my hand still holding onto her ass, I gripped her, holding her in place, felt the head of my prick knock at the door of her sex, and then entered her in one single upward thrust, impaling her fully.

"Oh fuck Brian! No!" She cried out, though I smiled inwardly as she made no effort to dislodge me, holding still as I slid deeply and fully inside her. I held her against me like that, my hand once again soothing and caressing her ass, slowly feeling her coming around, the pulsating gyrations of her pussy, her hips now beginning to circulate against me as we began to finally and so sensually fuck one another.

I speared her again, and again, over and over. My cock thrusting deeply, in and out of that velvety hot sheath as she rode back against me, gripping and squeezing my shaft with her cunt. She finally sat up, her hands reaching down, grabbing the bottom of her shift. I watched mildly surprised as she yanked it up and over her head, tossing it away. Her bare breasts now fully revealed to me, her hard extended nipples lustfully calling out as I reached up, even with my less than mobile arm, taking each one between my fingers and gently rolling them, hard fat little thimbles of pleasure.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" she cried out, her eyes closing, her hands coming down to grip my thighs as she now forcefully ground herself upon my shaft which filled her completely, fully. I could feel my balls actually caressing her legs between her thighs, the tip of my prick deep enough to pound against her cervix as she straddled me, still grinding away, moaning out pleasurably over and over.





Nurse Mom



I was about to learn something new about my mother that I didn't know until now. Her breasts, particularly her nipples were extremely sensitive, and almost seemed to have a direct link to her clit, like a thrown switch as I lay there playing with them.

"Harder Brian, harder!" she begged me as I pinched them, pulled on them, and almost cruelly twisted them between my fingers. As I did that, she got hotter, wetter, the squishy sounding juices of her pussy suddenly increasing as she cried out her delirious pleasure. I literally lifted her breasts up and away from her rib-cage, holding them just by her nipples, feeling the weight of each heavy within my hands. I jiggled them then, still pulling, watching her tit flesh bounce up and down erotically, almost obscenely as she now thrashed about even more wildly, sitting on me, still grinding herself against and upon the impalement of my shaft.

"You like the feel of my hard fucking cock inside you, don't you mother?" I asked in the lustiest tone of voice I could manage. She moaned, deeply, wantonly upon hearing that.

"Yes!"

"You like the way I'm pulling on your tits, squeezing your nipples, torturing them don't you?" I asked again, shoving upwards, driving my cock into her with as much force as I could, once again shaking her breasts.

"Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!" She wailed loudly, and then adding. "Slap them baby, slap them. Slap my fucking titties!"

I did so, though not too strongly at first, just enough to give a pleasurable sting to her extended taut nipples, feeling the little bud as my hand came across with just enough force to pleasurably tap it as my hand came by.

"Again, harder!" she encouraged me. "Harder Brian, harder!"

I slapped her again, this time connecting even more fully with the fullness of her breast, still feeling her aroused nipple as it bore the brunt of my strike, timing yet another lunge inside her as I did that, crashing the head of my prick against the opening of her womb. The pleasured grunt of a mixed pleasure/pain expelling the air in her lungs.

"Fuck!" She cried out again, "Yes fuck, again...again...again!"

The storm outside had long since passed, but the thunderclaps of my hands against her breasts, the slap of flesh meeting flesh in a furious crescendo of our own violent storm continued to fill the night. Her scream of pleasure as loud as any crack of lightning, the sudden torrent of rain that poured from her pussy surprising us both, wetting the sheets as I likewise loosed my own brand of warm thick snow inside the garden of her delight. My climax the rumbling exclamation point to her cunt's throbbing, slowly reverberating spasms, that like rolling thunder, seemed to continue on in wave after glorious wave.

**

She was still lying comfortably by my side in the morning, the smell of the air fresh now filling the room from the night before. But it was the still intoxicating aroma of her body that woke me, already stirring the desire between my legs once more as I held her.

I reached down, parting the petals of her sex, my finger gingerly, lightly sliding upwards towards her still sleeping clit. She moaned, perhaps still dreaming, though slowly coming awake now as I continued to gently finger my mother's cunt.

"We need...to talk," she said though she made no effort to dislodge my hand, my fingers as I now collected her clit between them, pulling on it, though not quite as forcefully as I had her hard nipples. "Later..." she then added, sighing heavily, once again rolling over to straddle me, this time with it being her suggestion. Now in the fullness of daylight, seeing her magnificent body, her nipples once again stiffening of their own accord, her hand clasping my turgid prick, pointing it at the opening of her sex. She smiled wickedly, guiding it upwards and into herself once more.

We had fucked slowly this time, without the sense of urgency as we'd done the night before. Mom sat astride my shaft, riding me effortlessly, at times caressing her own breasts, far more gingerly, perhaps a bit tender still, though I teased the nip-tips with my own saliva coated fingers bringing them relief.

It was fun, erotic, watching her reaching down between her legs, fingering and toying with her own hard little clit as I slid in and out of her depths, watching her as she frigged herself, moaning softly, far more quietly until climaxing soon after, her shudders almost too soft, her mewls of delight almost a whisper as though fearing to wake up the sun which had not quite as yet appeared fully over the horizon.

Long before I was there myself, she extricated her deliciously soft pussy from my prick, now sliding down on the bed next to me, taking it between her hands, her lips soon surrounding it, tasting the combined sweetness of her recent spending and my own more than abundant lubrications.

I was already close enough as it was, having so recently been inside that sweet slippery wet passage of my mother's cunt. Feeling her lips gently nipping, sucking, and teasing the head of my super-sensitive prick, I nearly lost it then. She delayed the inevitable, though only briefly, tonguing that sweet spot, the helmet of my prick, now mouthing it, somehow pinching it between her lips, gently chewing it, sucking it, and then licking it once again. Even that was too much however, and I felt the surge of my spunk suddenly skyrocket up the length of my shaft. Feeling the head of my dick swell, pulsate, she sucked me fully and completely, drawing out each succeeding spurt of my cum into her mouth, down her throat as she fought to keep up, swallowing my nectar as I nearly drowned her in the process.

Gasping, drained, almost delirious, she continued to softly, gently lick me, teasing the tiny eye opening of my penis with her tongue as though attempting to fuck it herself. Even as she did that, slathering more kisses, licks and tickles upon my spent member, she spoke.

"Brian, listen to me. And don't speak...please baby, just listen. Once you're well, on your feet again, and out on your own...this," she paused, struggling with it, the emotions running wild as she half choked before continuing. "We...have to stop," she then told me, meaning it. "But until then..." she added, now looking up to smile at me, almost imploringly so. "Until that time..."

I didn't let her finish, I'm not sure she could have anyway. I merely nodded my head in acquiescence of that, for the first time since the accident, now wishing my still somewhat long recovery might even be further delayed.

**

We spent every night together after that making love. Two weeks later, one cast coming off my arm entirely, the other recast, but in a much more moveable one that permitted much better use of my arms. I was actually more grateful for that, as the severity of the broken leg still hampered my mobility enough to keep me in bed most of the time, though we did manage to get me up sitting in a chair, or come bath time, making it far more easier to do that.

I was honestly too young to remember her bathing me as a child, though she told me of course that she had, telling me one such story as I hobbled on one leg with her supporting me, into the bathroom in order to do just that.

She had already started running the bath as I sat on the toilet seat, mom kneeling on the bathmat on the floor, wrapping my leg up in a garbage sack in some attempt at keeping the cast from getting too wet. After she had finished taping it, sealing it as securely as she could, I stood, letting her help me ease down inside the tub, draping my casted leg over the edge, resting it comfortably on a likewise garbage sack covered pillow.

She was wearing nothing more than a loose fitting robe, naked beneath it. The hint of her full breasts peeking out at me from time to time as she reached over, using the wash-cloth in her hand to soap me off with, as well as rinsing my skin.

"Been a long time since I've done this," she smiled reflectively.

"Yes it has," I responded pleasurably, no longer hiding the fact that even this simple of contact between us, could fail to arouse and excite me. Already my cock was beginning to stiffen, the head of it already breaking the surface like a periscope from a submarine. She laughed upon seeing that.

"That reminds me..." she began. "When you were so little, before you even really realized that you had something between your legs, discovering it for the first time, unashamedly touching it, holding it exploring it as I washed you. It was a natural thing for you to do of course, so I said nothing, and even tried not to look at you as you did so, but then hearing you ask me about it, forcing my attention back to it," she laughed remembering.

"What did I say?" I asked curiously, as even then I felt mom's hand sink below the surface, her fingers now gripping the hardened length of my shaft.

"You asked me why it felt good whenever you touched it, and why it always got bigger whenever you did."

I grinned smiling back at her looking down at myself, "You mean like now?" She laughed with me, still remembering. 

"Yeah, only I certainly didn't do this," she laughed back, purposely stroking it now, her hand making waves in the tub as she caressed my prick, working it up and down.

"What did you say?" I asked, curious, the slightly decadent sensation of her working my prick, remembering the past, giving the entire experience a rather naughty edge to it.

"I'm not sure I remember it exactly," she began. "But I think I remember telling you that one day, when you were all grown up and a man, you'd find out why...or something along those lines anyway," she grinned pleasurably.

"And now that I am?" I giggled almost boyishly, I'm finding out something else too," I then told her.

"Oh? And what is that?" she asked blushing a bit girlishly.

"Just how beautiful and sexy, my very own mother is!" I announced, reaching over, freeing one of her magnificent tits, thumbing the nipple, causing her to gasp as I did so.

"Stop that! You're going to get me all wet!" She said half-jokingly. I reached over, taking the hand-held shower spray out of the holder, threatening to use it on her. She quickly grabbed it however, almost falling into the tub on top of me as she did, though managing to take it away, and then actually pointing it towards me. I dared her to do so, though giving her a completely different target in doing so, now sharing with her yet another wicked little secret.

"Can't tell you the number of times I actually used that to pleasure myself with," I freely admitted. I watched her blush, though not in hearing me tell her that, but when she responded in kind, answering back.

"Yeah...me too!" She giggled.

Suddenly the thought of that, brought a jolt to my cock, it twitched and throbbed of its own accord, making waves once again in the tub as I sat there thinking about it.

"Fuck I'd love to see that," I told her without reservation, honestly hoping she might.

Once again she laughed, trying to distance herself from the subject perhaps, "Oh yeah right...like I'm going to masturbate right here in front of you," she stated.

"I will...if you will," I replied.

She looked at me hesitantly, surprise clearly etched within her face. She blushed even more profusely than she had been, stammering somewhat as she responded.

"I've...um, ah, I've...always wanted to see a man doing that," she found her voice, freely admitting it. "Tried getting your father..." but then she choked off the rest of the sentence. It wasn't necessary though, as I reached down, grasping my cock in my own hand, and began working it.

"Show me..." I asked her again. "Show me how you use this," I then said handing her the showerhead.

She allowed the robe she'd been wearing to fall down around her feet on the floor, moments later reaching into the tub, pulling the drain on the bath water. The tub was certainly large enough to allow her to step in, which she did, standing at one end, straddling me, facing me as she stood there.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she told me as she turned on the spray, adjusting it to the pulsating beat she no doubt preferred feeling. I lay there at the opposite end of the tub, one leg still comfortably dangling over the edge, the water sufficiently having drained now to more fully expose my entire prick as I fondled it with my hand, watching mom. She reached down, spreading herself with her fingers, applying the soft pulsating spray of the water against herself, the tickling spray caressing and teasing her clit. I could see by the screwed up look in her face she was feeling the intensity of the water's pulsating pleasure against her pussy.

"Fuck that's hot!" I freely admitted, looking up at her as she opened her eyes looking down towards me. She turned the nozzle away from herself then, pointing it down, adjusting the spray to a more focused point, and then used it to bathe my cock with. I let go with my hands, enjoying the sensation as she stood there. My prick wildly being tossed about, back and forth, the water beating against it like a drum.

"So does that!" she exclaimed, her hand reaching up to her breast, grasping her nipple, rolling it as she continued to hold onto the shower nozzle, aiming it at me.

"Damn good thing we didn't have one of these when I was a kid, I'd have never gotten out of the tub!" I told her.

She laughed at that, once again turning it back on herself, "I know what you mean, bad enough you discovered the faucet," she said now honestly shocking me, catching me off guard.

"You knew...you knew, saw me? Doing that?" I then asked, wildly curious, once again the decadent nature of it sending a surge of renewed excitement coursing through my hard stiff prick.

"More than once," she admittedly openly. "I once opened the door just to peek in, see how you were doing, and saw you kneeling there with your hard little cock beneath the spray of the faucet, I knew then you'd probably do that every time it came time for your bath, and sure enough...you did. I knew after that, once you'd discovered the joys of masturbation, there was no holding you back either," she giggled excitedly as she once again turned the attention of the water spray back towards me.

"And don't laugh, but after I saw you doing that, I had to try it myself, and soon did so. Discovered what you had already found out, which took me nearly twenty years to learn for myself, just how good the water could feel pounding away against my pussy!"

"Fuck!" I cried out, feeling the pleasure, my dick being bandied about by the water, the warmth of it caressing, though not quite as nicely as the feel of mom's cunt surrounding it, and I told her so. "I want to be in you, I need to be in you, fucking you," I now told her.

Within minutes we were out of the tub quickly drying ourselves off. Up until now, the only way we had fucked had been with me lying on my back. Now...looking at her as she lifted her leg, resting it on the toilet seat in order to dry herself off, a new thought came to me. I could now stand easily on my foot, just not walk on it, I smiled inwardly, coming up from behind her as she switched legs. She turned in surprise at the feel of my rock hard prick resting against her ass, nestling in between the valley of her cheeks.

She stood up, somewhat leaning over, holding onto the anchored towel rack. I stepped even more fully up behind her, felt the head of my dick enter, and then slide easily in to that hot slick passage between her legs. Each of us looking into the full-length mirror, the erotic vision of the two of us standing there, me behind, her breasts gently swaying back and forth, rocking with each thrust. We moved ever so slightly, now enjoying the additional view as my cock slid in and out of her. I purposely pulled it all the way out several times, my prick tip disengaging, before plunging back in, hilting her each and every time. She gasped, the exquisite shock of each unique impalement almost taking her breath away. Her tits, heavy, free swinging to and fro, back and forth, even spinning in circles as we fucked, added an even more erotic element to our coupling.

"Oh yeah baby yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, fuck my pussy baby...fuck me, fuck me...FUCK ME!"

I loved hearing her scream as she came. The look on my mother's face, that vulnerable moment of sweet ecstasy as we lose all sensibility and decorum in that blissful moment of pure pleasure. Still sliding in and out of her as she came down from her high, she felt as well as heard the onrush of my own pending release.

"Let me see you squirt, come on my ass...my back," she half begged me. Still looking at ourselves in the mirror now, two reflections of pleasure looking back, eyes watching as I slid in one more time, felt the onrush of ejaculation, pulling out totally, resting my cock against her ass, thrusting there as the eruption of sperm flew from my prick tip in several amazing, far reaching squirts of my spunk well up onto her back, one or two well over her shoulder in fact, as I ground out the last few pleasured spasms directly onto and then into the crack of my mother's ass.

**

For the next three weeks I swam, and fucked...in a sea of bliss. I woke up every morning with mom by my side, now mobile enough to roll over and mount her, though most often she preferred sitting on me, or occasionally fucking doggy-style, particularly if we positioned ourselves there on the bed so we could watch one another in the mirror.

I had now gotten one cast off my arm entirely, the other more of a short wrist brace that I could at least remove from time to time as I built up my strength again, though the rehabilitation I was going through had been a slow and painful process. But not nearly as painful as the realization that was slowly approaching. Mom's insistence, though I had argued against it insistently, once I was well enough to be out on my own again, that what we'd been enjoying so delightfully, would come to an abrupt halt. I had trouble with her reasoning, but if I pressed the issue too much, she would threaten me with ending things right there and then. So I gave up trying, hoping that perhaps when the dreaded day did finally come, she would miss it just as much as I knew I would.

Or so I hoped anyway.

I had already cancelled and postponed one appointment to have new x-rays taken of my leg, and the removal of my walking cast. Half tempted to break it again if I had to, though told that I'd already come damn close to never being able to walk right again because of it. All I could do was now hope for the best and see where things went after that.

I knew for a fact that my leg felt pretty good, and that come Monday, the cast would no doubt come off. When it did...things would end, or so I still believed anyway, with the continued insistence from mom that it must. All I could do, was take advantage of what little time we had left, two more days over the weekend together, and I was bound and determined to do just that. Mom's mood had taken on a decidedly curious edge to it as well, she's been a bit more aloof and distant over the past few days, a concern which had bothered me with less than two days remaining. I was sure then that she was considering bringing things to an abrupt end now before even Monday arrived.

On Friday, she had gone out to spend the day with her friend Valerie, I half wondered if she might mention anything, say anything to her...about us. They had always been close, remarkably so throughout the years, and I knew there was very little mom hadn't shared with her then. Things about my dad, the problems they'd had with one another during the course of their marriage. Val had noticed the change in my mom's behavior, even once bringing it up in front of me when she came over for a visit, to see how I was doing, as well as to see how my mother was holding up.




Nurse Mom



I was a little nervous, worried as to how she might be upon her return home that evening. Though much to my surprise, if anything, she was in a far better mood than she had been in, in several days now.

"Any plans for the weekend?" she'd asked, catching me off guard. The only thing I had really planned on doing, was spending as much of our remaining time in bed together as possible.

"Well sort of...in a way," I said smiling, trying to let her know where my thoughts were at the moment. She grinned at that, as though reading my mind.

"Hold that thought," she teased back suggestively. "Val's bringing over dinner this evening, perhaps afterwards," she said putting me off, and disappointing me slightly on the one hand, but at least indicating we might indeed spend what precious little time we still had together after that.

It was one of the few times I wasn't looking forward to Valerie's visit, and hoped it would be a short one.

We had just finished eating some Chinese takeout as well as consuming several glasses of wine. We'd eaten in the living room in fact around the coffee table, now me relaxing on the sofa, my leg comfortably stretched out on the couch as mom and Val cleared away the dinner dishes and now empty boxes of food. I glanced irritably at my watch, it was already a quarter past eight, and I figured another good hour or more of conversation lay ahead before I could even hope to bury my prick inside mother's cunt.

I had sat there listening to the clatter of dishes being placed in the dishwasher in the kitchen, the sounds of their conversation, though low enough that I couldn't quite hear what was being said. But there then followed a brief moment or two of complete silence, and I knew then their conversation had taken on a whisper as they lowered their voices even more. I could only imagine now what it might be they were talking about. 

An oddity perhaps was the swinging saloon like doors on the kitchen entryway leading back into the living room. Even as I sat there, I heard them open, and then swing back a very familiar, almost homey kind of sound to them. I looked over my shoulder expecting to see them both, which I did, but certainly in not the way that I could have ever expected, not in a million years at least! They were both...bare assed naked!

Words failed me. I didn't know what to say in fact, sitting there as I later realized I was, with my mouth open, surprise to say the least permanently imprinted within my face.

"Surprise!" Mom said with an awkward shyness I had never seen before.

"You're telling me...what's going on anyway?" I asked, though my interest and been genuinely peaked at this point.

"As I'm sure you already know Brian, there isn't anything I feel uncomfortable discussing or sharing with Val," she began, confirming what I'd long suspected anyway. But even knowing that, I was still in a state of shock at seeing her best friend just as naked as she was.

And it's not like I hadn't entertained a few thoughts about her, along with the twins either. I had. But those were, and had remained, simple erotic self-indulgent fantasies, and not anything I ever thought I would actually see come to life, though I had of course fooled around briefly with each one of the twins. Still...this.

"I thought, this might be a good way to sort of end things as I've told you they must," she told me, actually sounding sad about it, and not without some misgivings, though her frown brightened as she turned towards Val who stood there looking at me almost hungrily. "And believe it or not Brian, this was my idea, though Val had long ago confided in me, that she wouldn't mind bedding you herself if the opportunity to do so ever arose. Well...now it has, IF you're interested that is," she asked curiously.

Val was almost the exact opposite of my mother in many ways. She was much taller for one, light skinned, having what they then called as being a dishwater blonde, more blonde than light brown perhaps. Additionally, she held to the more traditional styles of their age group, her pussy unlike mothers was neatly, though closely shaved, whereas mom's was entirely bare, a bit of a novel surprise when I'd first discovered that in fact. But like mom, she too had nice-sized breasts, nipples a bit more pink, though with cherry tips that I noticed were extremely hard and well erect.

I sat there looking at the two of them as they stood side-by-side. What was I going to say? That what I was now looking at didn't appeal to me?

"I am," I said with a grin on my face a mile wide at this point, and an erection that was rapidly growing inside my pants.

"See? I told you he wouldn't say no," mom turned smiling at her friend, who's somewhat worried, nervous expression now bloomed into a smile just as big as mine was.

"So Val," I said as I stood up, hobbling on one leg briefly, pulling down my pants, allowing the hardness of my arousal to briefly be seen pressing through my shorts. "Knowing that I've been fucking my other mother didn't weird you out?" I now asked, doing so as to being curious as to her thoughts for one thing, but also knowing, guessing perhaps, that as mom seemed to enjoy it, discussing dirty, decadent topics, they seemed to heighten her own arousal level. I wondered if doing that, might accomplish the same thing with her as well.

She nodded her head, smiled and spoke. "At first yes...I wasn't shocked really, just surprised. Obviously you have from time to time been the topic of conversation, but long before any of this happened," she honestly stated. "And because your mother and I have always been so close, with nothing that either one of us has ever kept from one another, I could quite comfortably tell her about my long held fantasies about fucking you, which I've obviously told her about in the past. So...imagine my surprise, when she told me, she'd been doing just that herself," Val finished as she and mom now moved over towards the couch, flanking me. "After she explained to me that this would more or less be your last weekend together, she then told me she wanted to do something particularly special in doing all that. Which is when she asked me, if I'd be interested in surprising you...with the two of us."

"Well, you've most certainly done that mother," I smiled kissing her, and then Valerie as the two of them stood to either side of me, each of their hands now fondling my prick. They then slowly eased me back down to the couch after removing the rest of my clothing. Situated there on the floor between my legs, I now watched, and then felt as two tongues and two pairs of lips began to seduce my shaft, kissing, licking and sucking it almost magically.

Mom knew through previous experience, I was good for at least two, sometimes three orgasms myself during the course of an evening. The first one always coming the quickest perhaps, for obvious reasons. But the second, and certainly the third, always took me a lot longer to reach, and quite naturally afforded mom the necessary time and pleasure that she herself also sought.

Needless to say, I wasn't too worried as I sat there, selfishly reveling in the sensation of the two of them mouthing and sucking my cock together, enjoying the view, watching them, occasionally reaching over, fondling and caressing their tits as they did so. 

"You have a gorgeous cock!" Val breathlessly moaned at one point, sucking it, and then kissing my own mother with my shaft sandwiched between the two of them as they did that. I nearly came, just by seeing them doing that.

"Thank you," I moaned weakly, shyly...commenting on both of their exquisitely nude forms, looking forward now, very much so...to fucking them both, though there were of course other thoughts now racing through my mind. I wondered...

"OK, I have to ask. If the two of you are this comfortable being nude in front of one another, something tells me, this isn't the first time you have either."

They looked over at one another briefly, a sudden agreement and acknowledgement passing between them as they did that, as one, they turned back around facing me, smiles on each of their faces. "Obviously...we have yes," Valerie said first, mom following up on that.

"Val and I...for years now, every once in a while, well...shall we say, got together?" she said somewhat embarrassed at the omission, though Val seemed even more aroused by the confession of it as she went back to joyfully stroking my cock, even rubbing the head of it against the side of my mother's face as she spoke. "I didn't see it as really cheating..." she then explained as though needing to, for obviously this particular activity had been going on ever since the two of them had gone to college together, if not before then. "We're not lesbians," she then added, as though needing to say that for some reason.

"Didn't say you were, or that it was necessary for you to explain yourself either mom," I assured her. "I know how it was...with you and dad," I said letting her know that I'd always known she had not had the kind of love and affection in her life that she'd always wanted and hoped for. Val had given her a little comforting compassion in that over the course of the years, and I of all people wasn't about to judge either one of them for it either.

Shortly after that, I settled back into the seat of the couch, enjoyed the double tonguing I was given, and watched excitedly as they fed one another my wildly spraying cock when I came.

I enjoyed the pleasures of each, one riding my dick, the other sitting on my face as I ate them out, bringing them both to pleasure that way first, and then fucking them again where I too enjoyed the pleasure of another climax, thrusting in one, and then out, into the other, laying side by side, teasing them as well as myself mercilessly as I eventually came that way, one spurt inside mom, the next one in Val, until I had fully spent myself simultaneously in each.

I sat back after that, recovering, recuperating, as the two of them then showed me how they had so many times over the years, enjoyed the pleasures of one another.

**

That had been a very wild and satisfying night to be sure. The following night, mom had come to me in my room and we hadn't left it all day Sunday, almost lazily fucking one another, long into the night when I could no more have gotten it up, than flown to the moon.

True to her word, when the cast came off Monday, and I could easily walk about again, though there would still be a bit of rehabilitation ahead of me, mom was adamant about what she's said earlier. What we'd enjoyed and shared together would always remain special, another time in another place. But it was now time for each one of us to move on. She promised to start dating again, if I did. Something we both came to agreement on. And though I was a tiny bit jealous when she actually did start dating, I was happy for her. She needed a fulltime companion in her life once again. Someone who would love her, and finally give her the things she honestly needed and deserved out of life. Something that even as her son, I knew I could never fully give her myself.

As for myself, strangest of things. Perhaps because of Valerie perhaps, I had taken to spending more time in visits with not only her, but the twins. Karen and Sharon had always been something of an enigma to me. I had for years liked them both, I mean after all, they were identical in every way, well...as much as I'd seen anyway, which wasn't nearly as much as I'd always wanted to. That soon changed after all this, and rather quickly too for some oddball reason, which I'd always wondered about.

A little over a year later, I actually married Sharon. Though what no one else except for my mother, and Valerie of course knew, was that I'd essentially married Karen as well. We'd spent our wedding night, the three of us together. There were times when Sharon and I had gone out together as a couple to friend's places for dinner, or functions at work I was required to attend. It was quite often during those times, when it was actually Karen who attended those with me, assuming the identity of her own sister, something that the two of them could so easily, and so convincingly do.

And during those nights that we shared our lives together, seeing the two of them sharing an intimate love in ways I could only before now imagine, even that as wildly erotic as it was, it could never quite compare to the intimately loving relationship I had once known with my mother as she'd nursed me back to health.

But...the twins certainly kept things interesting, with no regrets, but that as they say, is another story.