This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this story are over the age of 18, are not real, nor are they in any way related to any real living individual. The intent is strictly for the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.

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“Mom!” I shouted from the shower. “We’ve run out of towels!” I waited a while but got no response. I turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower on to the mat. I gathered there would be fresh towels in the hallway cupboard so I grabbed onto the door handle to exit the bathroom. Swinging it open I leapt around the corner. At that exact moment mom was reaching for the bathroom door, towel in hand. My body collided with hers, sending her tumbling backwards. She shrieked with surprise as she plopped down onto her behind, dropping the towel. I just stood dumbfounded for a moment.

“Oh my god, are you alright mom?” I said reaching down to her. Dazed she just looked ahead. I was standing there stark naked with my crutch at her head height. She must have realized she was staring straight at it because seconds later she was looking all over as to avert her eyes.

“Oh I’m sorry,” she said reaching up. “Help your old mom up.” I put my arm underneath her shoulder to brace her as I helped her up. mom was a bigger lady so it took a little effort.

“Mom, I am so sorry. I didn’t hear you coming. I gathered you didn’t hear me so I was just heading to the cupboard.”

“Last time I come to your shouts,” she said laughing. Well I say laughing but mom sort of chuckles. It’s like a rolling hyuk hyuk sound that’s hilarious. “Well there’s your towel,” she said pointing at the ground giggling.

“Thanks,” I said bending down to pick it up. I turned back to face her and I swear I saw her looking at me smirking but as my eyes met hers she was just standing there looking innocent.

“Well, I have important things to do. Like Ironing your shirts,” she said laughing once more before heading to the stairs.

I sat there wondering for a moment. Was she just checking me out? I’d never seen her act that way before. I hadn’t been back at home for that long though. I’d recently lost my job and had to move home. Sad I know but we do what we have to. Anyway it was kinda weird. It’s not like I had really given her many opportunities to look at my body though. Maybe she was just admiring it. Either way I was flattered. I mean as older women go my mom was a pretty good looking lady. Like I said she was heavier set but that meant she had size E breasts and a big round booty, things guys usually love. She had fair freckled skin which I always thought was attractive and thick, long, curly red hair. To finish it all off she wore glasses which completed her librarian-esque appearance. You couldn’t call her unattractive. My mom had been single for a few months now so I knew she must have feeling lonely. We all get urges I thought. Maybe she was just looking at me in a purely urge based way. That I’d understand. Maybe I should see how she is at dinner. We haven’t really talked much about her relationships.

I got dressed and sat in my room until dinner, I knew it was ready because she would always call me down. One of her rules was that we would always eat together, which was alright by me. I sat at the table as she was serving up.

“Smells good,” I said, making her smile. She sat down and we ate quietly for a moment. “Mom?” I posed as if beginning a question. She looked up just giving me a hmmm sound. “How are you?”

“I’m ok I suppose,” she answered not so confidently. I just looked at her as if probing for more. “Well my back is giving me a bit of grief but other than that I’m ok.”

“Is there anything I can do?” I asked. “Like chores and stuff. You know to help out your back.”

“You’re sweet,” she said smiling cheerfully. “You could help me with something if you are ok with it?”

“Sure, what is it.”

“If it’s not too much to ask, after dinner could you please give me a shoulder massage?”

“Yeah no probs, anything I can do to help,” It wasn’t a strange request after all.

“Thanks sweety,” she smiled returning back to her meal. We sat eating for a minute before I probed again.

“When was the last time you went out mom?”

“Um,” she said thinking. “Was probably with Dan about eight months ago.” Dan was my mums asshole ex-boyfriend who ending up cheating on her.

“I’m surprised by that. You know a few good looking guys don’t you? Why aren’t they lining up to take you out?”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “I’m not that special.”

“Beautiful single woman like yourself, I find that hard to believe.” She just raised an eyebrow at me.

“What are you after? Did you do break something?” I laughed somewhat nervously.

“No. Nothing, I was just saying.”

“I’m not beautiful anymore. I’m fat, look at me.”

“I am and all I can see is a beautiful loving woman,” I said sincerely.

“Stop it you, you’ll make me blush,” she said smiling coyly.

“I just thought it was weird that you hadn’t met anyone.”

“I don’t need to. I’ve samsun escort got the most important man in my life right here,” she said reaching across the table stroking my face.

“Aww, mom. Just don’t stay single on my behalf. I want you to be happy.”

“I don’t need a boyfriend to be happy.”

“I wasn’t saying you did. But we all have urges now and then.” Which made her crack up laughing.

“Are you lecturing me about sex? Isn’t that supposed to be my job?” I laughed in return.

“Well it’s not like I’m a kid anymore. I was just… I have no idea. Guess I’m trying to say I want to see you happy.” She just smiled.

“Well then once you are finished the dishes you can give me a back rub. That will make me happy.” I just laughed and took her and my plates to the sink.

“Well go in the lounge and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be in once I’m done,” and I began scrubbing away.

Once I was done I walked into lounge to see that mom had pulled out her massage table. She was lying flat and topless.

“That looks comfortable,” I said laughing walking over to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Here?” I asked. She murmured a sound that could be taken as a yes and I began to rub circles around her shoulder blades with my thumbs. She sighed with relief as I pushed out the knotted muscles. I dug my fingers in to her shoulder joints, loosening her tension. She let out more pleasurable moaning sounds as my hands slowly moved down her back. I continued moving from the base of her spine up to her shoulders and back again. I’d been at it for at least ten minutes before she’d said anything.

“That’s so good sweety. Would you mind doing my feet too?”

“That’s fine mom, whatever you need.” I moved down to the base of the table and took her right foot in my hand. I massaged the arch of her foot and she let out a satisfied whimper. I rubbed around her heel and cracked her toes her moaning all the while.

“Wow, that’s amazing,” she said stretching out.

“I can keep going if you like? My hands aren’t sore.”

“Would you mind doing my legs?”

“Sure,” I said taking my feet off her feet. She began to shimmy on the table as she pulled the elastic down of her pants.

“Can you pull them off for me please?” I suck my fingers underneath the elastic and rolled her leggings off and threw them on the floor. I was surprised to see almost all of my mothers flesh. She was wearing a tight little g-string that barely covered up anything. The tiny strap disappearing down her ample crevice. I just stood there a minute staring at her lovely, pale, cellulite dimpled, cheeks that seemed to stare back at me.

“Wow mom, they are a bit… naughty,” I said laughing.

“Well I’m a naughty girl,” she replied giggling like a school girl.

“And you think you’d have trouble getting a man. I know plenty of guys who’d be happy getting their hands on you.”

“Well aren’t you lucky then?” She said laughing again which in turn made me laugh.

“I guess I am.” I said scrunching my hands into her thighs. She seemed to murmur some words as I massaged them.

“Did you say something?”

“Uh, no nothing dear, that’s just really good.”

“Thanks, I’m not really trained so I’m doing my best.”

“Well your best is fantastic. You can do this anytime you like,” she said chuckling. I slid my hands slightly up the back of her knees and to the base of her thighs. She just let out a deep groan.

“Ooh, my thighs are so sore. That’s really nice.” She parted her legs a bit and allowed for my hands to get around the inside part of her thigh.

As I massaged I could hear her moans get more guttural. She parted her legs further again giving me a glimpse of what I didn’t expect to see. I saw more of my mother than I ever had before. I could see part of her mound sticking out from either side of her tiny g-string, her bright red pubic hairs framing it. I tried not to focus on it and continued to rub her thighs. As I reached the top of her thigh fingers glanced of the curve of her ass and touched the outer skin of her crevice. mom took in a sharp breath.

“Are you ok, did that hurt?” She just let out a whimpering sound.

“Ah, no that’s fine. Keep going.” She said clenching her butt slightly.

“Are you sure,” I said kneading the curves of her cheeks.

“Mm hm,” she panted and I pressed harder. She continued to make little gasp as I move from cheek to cheek. She began to arch her back slightly as I got to her left thigh. I rubbed down her flank and gripped her thigh, my hands slid the sides and massaged the inner and outer of her thigh. I suddenly felt a strange sensation on my right hand. I rubbed her panties by accident and I could feel that they were damp. Her body, shivered slightly and I swear I heard a stifled moan. My mom was extremely turned on. She’d gotten hot from me giving her a massage. The thing was, she hadn’t told me to stop.

It gave me an instant erection. I thought what the hell am I doing. I decided to stop massaging her there.

“I’ll escort samsun head back and do your back again.”

“Oh ok,” she said closing her legs.

“I’ll sit up on your butt though, so I can get a deep tissue massage going.” I thought probably best that I couldn’t keep looking at her almost naked body.

“Listen to you, a few moments ago you said you didn’t know what you were doing,” she chuckled.

I got up on the table bracing my legs on either side on her body and began to push my fingers hard into her shoulder tissue once more. She kept shifting her but underneath me.

“Is that uncomfortable?” I asked.

“Just sit a little lower she said. Like at the tops of my thighs.” I shifted further down.

“Better?”

“Much,” she said as I returned to massaging. I was on a my further tilt now but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I pulled back to her lower back and ran streaks all the way up to her shoulders. With that I leant forwards at the exact same moment that she arched. Suddenly my erection planted into her crevice as I pushed forward. I heard her let a low groan as my dick twitched. Currently my cock was planted awfully close to her puckered hole. I pulled back slightly but her cheeks clenched around my hard member pulling me back down. I rubbed her shoulders back and forward as her butt massaged my cock. She was moving on her own accord thrusting my crotch hard against her smooth entrance.

What was I thinking? I was practically grinding my mothers ass. Sure she was enjoying and nion pulling me into her but I knew it was wrong. I felt like I was taking advantage of her state. I felt that all too familiar pressure begin to build up and I knew I had to stop. I sat back, pulling my erection from in between her legs.

“There we go,” I said climbing off her back. mom just lay there and exhaled a pleasurable moan.

“Thanks sweety, that was wonderful,” she said lifting her head. She pushed herself up on her elbows letting her boobs sag on to the table. She rolled her necked and sighed.

“I’m glad I could help mom. I’ll be off to my room unless there is something else I can help with?” I said trying to get away as fast as possible.

“No, that’s ok. That’s all I needed,” she replied and then mumbled something under her breath. “I might have to get you to do that again later in the week though,” she chuckled.

“Sure mom,” I said laughing nervously.

I rushed upstairs and closed my door. I fell into my bed a stared at the ceiling. My head began to spin with all of what had just happened. What in holy fuck was that? I’d never thought that would be part of my evening or my part of ever really. I mean I was just dry humping my own mother. But what was even more confusing is that she was controlling it. Like I said earlier though she is likely just lonely and it was just that manifesting in a sexual way. Which when I analyze it I’m actually ok with that. But I just felt guilty for enjoying myself so much. I’m not going to say I haven’t fantasized about her before, it’s only natural. I read a study online about it a year ago or so. I was worried having those feelings towards your own mom was a mental problem or something. But apparently it’s normal for boys to feel that way being that your mother is the strongest female influence in your life. I just never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever touch her like I did tonight. The question is now what do I do. The only thing I could think of was to pretend like it didn’t happen. So many thoughts rushed through my head as I lay there, most of them of her semi naked body. I had to get a grip though, I couldn’t do that again. I just have to control my urges. Eventually I dozed off to sleep mid thought.

When I woke it was morning and I was under my covers. Knowing I hadn’t fallen asleep that way mom must have come in and dragged them over me. She was doting like that. I lay in my bed a while feeling almost too toasty. I could see the sun peeking through the cracks of my curtains. I knew it would be a warm day as the air was thick and it was already humid. I jumped out of bed only to notice I wasn’t wearing my pants either. I gathered I must have kicked them off in the night. So I grabbed a pair of shorts from my hamper and went down stairs. mom was watching some tv. She was wearing a beautiful, long, blue summer dress I hadn’t seen since last year.

“Morning, sleep ok?” I asked walking around the couch and plomping down next to her. She stretched her arms out yawning.

“It was wonderful thanks to you.” she said smiling at me.

“I’m just glad I could help,” I said yawning too. “So what have you got planned for today?”

“Well, I was up early this morning, I realized how lovely a day it was going to be and cleaned the pool.”

“Sweet as!” I exclaimed. “Well I’ve got my day planned then too.” She just laughed.

“So breakfast and then outside?” She asked.

“You don’t have to make me breakfast mom, I can do that.”

“Well I thought I’d repay you for last night. I already made the pancake batter.”

“You samsun escort bayan are to good to me mom,” I said giving throwing my arms around her.

“Only when you deserve it,” she laughed. “Now off you get, I’ve got work to do,” she said pushing herself up off the couch. “These pancakes won’t make themselves.”

I lay down on the couch and lost myself in Saturday morning crap tv. I could smell the warming butter smell waft from the kitchen. I was already salivating as I heard the pancakes begin to sizzle. Within a minute mom called me to the kitchen.

“Come and get it,” she cried. I ran into the kitchen and plomped down in my chair in front of a stack of pancakes. I grabbed the maple syrup and slathered it all over them. mom had barely sat down before I’d jammed a whole pancake in my mouth.

“Slow down tiger,” she chuckled. “They aren’t going anywhere.”

“It’s good,” I said mouth full of pancake. “Thanks mom.”

“That’s ok, just don’t talk with your mouthful.”

I love pancakes they are my favorite messy food. mom and I always ate them by hand, dripping maple syrup all over the place. There was something satisfying about being sloppy. But this time it was different. I looked across at mom as she was lowering a chunk down into her mouth. Syrup began dripping down her finger as she wrapped her lips around the pancake. Once finished chewing she brought her fingers up and began to suck off the sticky residue. It seemed suggestive as if she was doing it on purpose, seductively. She wasn’t looking at me directly but her eyes glanced over to me as I watched. Every time she made eye contact I would quickly look away. She repeated the process as if to test my reaction. By the end of breakfast my mind was elsewhere.

“That hit the spot,” she said rubbing her belly. I just sat back, agreeing with a mumble. We sat there a few minutes digesting our pig out session, before mom stood up.

“I’m going to get changed. See you out there,” she said leaving the kitchen.

Was I seeing things or did that just happen? I couldn’t figure out if it was just my brain playing tricks on me. I tried not to think about it. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and began to look for the sunscreen but it wasn’t in its regular spot.

“Mom,” I called, walking up to her door.

“Yeah, come in sweety.” I opened the door and began walking in until my gaze met my mother. I just froze. She was standing there in her sarong and nothing else. Her bikini top was on the bed and she was rubbing sunscreen into her luscious orbs. “What is it?” She asked sweetly.

“Um,” I said averting my eyes. “I was just looking for the sunscreen. Looks like I found it.”

“Here,” she said holding it out in front of her.

“Thanks,” I replied nervously grabbing it from her. My eyes rose up her body admiring her breasts for a moment. They were that of a natural mature woman. She had full saggy boobs that draped across the top of her stomach. Her areola’s were large and pink while her nipples were button sized and stood on end. They were exquisite. I quickly turned around and starting slathering the cream all over my body. I heard mom step up closer behind. I could feel the heat emanating from her body.

“Here,” she said reaching around my body to grab the sunscreen, her boobs pressing against my back. Her skin felt as soft as silk. “I’ll do your back,” she said squirting the cream into her hand.

She rubbed her moist hands into my shoulders and lower back, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. “Can you do me now?”

I turned to face her grabbing the tube from her hand, once again admiring her bountiful bussom. By now I was as hard as a rock, I really hoped she hadn’t noticed. She turned and I rubbed the lotion into her back. As soon as I was done I made a fast exit.

“See you down there,” I said bolting out the door. I rushed down to the pool knowing the cold water would cool down my sex drive.

I lay in the soothing water trying to forget what I just saw. Before long, mom had made her way down to the pool. Now wearing her bikini top; not that it covered up much. However it was still better for my sanity. She had the news paper in one hand and a bottle of water with two cups in the other. She lay on the sun lounger and soaked up the rays while catching up on local events. This gave me time to float around the pool calmly. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the waters moving sounds. Although I couldn’t see mom I heard her put down the newspaper. Then as if without warning I heard a few feet slapping against concrete sounds and then a torrent of water splashed over me. I floundered as I dipped underneath the wave, mom cackling all the while. Eventually I stood up and turned to face her. She was only a few feet away from me with a cheshire grin.

“I’ll get you back,” I said scowling playfully.

“I’d like to see you try,” she replied splashing water in my face. I just smirked and plunged beneath the water. I swam directly at her with arms stretched. I grabbed at her left calf and opened my eyes. I could now see what she was hiding underneath her sarong. She was wearing a tiny bikini bottom that I’d never seen her wear before. I barely covered her up at all. I placed my feet at the bottom of the pool and kick up hard, flipping her over. As I came to the surface she was struggling to get back up. She bobbed up coughing and spluttering. Once composed she stated.