My mom is 32, and she has raised me on her own for all eighteen years of my life. Because she looks so young, we get mistaken for a couple when we go out. I’m not going to lie, if I had a girlfriend that was as hot as my mom, I would be pretty happy about it. I’m right around six feet tall and she is only a few inches shorter than me. She has long black hair, green eyes, and her smile lights up the room. She keeps her figure tight doing yoga on a daily basis. It doesn’t surprise me to see men swoon after her. A month or so ago, I was on my way home from basketball practice and I had to use the bathroom so badly that I was about to piss myself. I ran into the house and dropped my stuff by the door. I’m not even sure I closed the door all the way. I burst into the bathroom already unzipping my pants and was just about to pull out my cock when I saw my mom standing in the shower with her leg propped up on the edge of the tub toweling off. My eyes immediately scanned up and down her wet body. Drops of water ran down her perfect tits and flat tummy. The moment passed quickly as she yanked the towel up to cover her body and I turned and shut the door behind me. My gaze had not lingered so long as to seem awkward, but it had been long enough for me to get a full view of everything. I yelled an apology through the door and waited impatiently for her to come out so I could pee. Mom came out in her robe and that was that. She didn’t even say anything to me about what had happened.
That night I couldn’t get the image of my mom’s dripping wet, naked body out of my head. My mind even wandered toward imagining her playing with her bald pussy. My cock hardened at the thought of her squeezing her tit with one hand and finger fucking herself with the other. I began jerking off as I imagined what she would sound like as she got closer and closer to climax. I blew my load very quickly.
Before that night, I never really looked at my mom as a sexual being. I can’t tell you the number of times I have seen my mom in yoga pants with her ass in the air or her top only covered by a sports bra. I have been to the beach and the pool where all she wore was a small bikini. Not once, in all of my years, did I ever look at her and think about tearing her clothes off and ravaging her body. I’ve had friends tell me that they want to bang my mom, but I never saw her that way. She had always just been Mom.
After that night, I couldn’t see her in any other way. The next day, I walked into the kitchen and she was bent over picking something up off the floor. Her small cotton shorts were stretched across her tight ass. I felt my dick stirring in my pants. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it until she stood up and turned around. At that point, my eyes went straight to her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking through her white spaghetti strap tank. This was normal morning attire for her, but I had never even noticed how provocative it was. I shook it off and forced myself to go on about my day.
Over the next week I was doing everything I could to avoid looking at my mom. Even when she was wearing normal clothes, all I wanted was for them to be crumpled up on the floor at the foot of the bed while I railed her. It got to the point where she started to notice. She sat me down and tried to talk to me about why I was acting strange, but I just lied and told her I hadn’t been feeling well. She didn’t press the issue because she could tell I didn’t want to talk about it.
About two weeks after I burst into the bathroom, in a pretty important game, I was knocked out of the air when I was going for a big dunk. I came down hard on my hands and broke both of my wrists. We rushed to the hospital. When all was said and done, I had to have casts put on both hands, and it could take anywhere from eight weeks to six months to heal. I found out later that we won the game, but I was going to be done for the season. It was pretty devastating.
Because of the pain and mediation, I stayed home from school for a that first week. With my hands wrapped up, it was extremely difficult to shower, so for the first couple of days, I just didn’t. By the third day, I couldn’t stand the smell any more, so I wrapped my hands in grocery bags and got into the shower. I did everything I could to hold the soap in my fingers through the bags, but I just couldn’t effectively clean myself.
“Mom,” I called out, “can you come here?” A moment later she poker her head into the bathroom and I poked my head out of the curtain. “I can’t do this. I need your help.”
“Sure thing,babe” she replied. Wearing a black and pink sports bra and matching yoga pants my mom walked into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain. Instinctually, I covered my crotch with my bag covered hands. She grabbed the soap and began lathering up all over my body.
“Umm…do you want me to get your…?” she asked pointing at my junk. I could tell there was a little trepidation in her voice. It seemed like she was worried about how uncomfortable I might be. I thought for a moment. It wasn’t strange to have her clean my cock and balls. She did it all the time when I was a child. It would only be awkward If I made it that way. I wordlessly nodded and moved my hand. My six inch flaccid dick and balls hung there beneath a neatly trimmed patch of black hair.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything I could other than the soft hands fondling and soaping my shaft and sack. I grew about an inch in her hand as she worked the soap into my skin. I felt my shaft hardening more just as she stopped. Finished with the soap, she washed my hair. Once I was all rinsed off, she helped me get dry and left me to get dressed on my own.
We did this daily for about two weeks. After a couple of days of getting her clothes and the floor all wet, Mom started wearing her bikini in the shower with me. She was making it extremely difficult to stay flaccid. Everyday, we would get in the shower and she would lather me up from head to toe.
At the end of that second week, things got really interesting. We were in the shower and she was soaping my sack. I’m not sure what happened, but I got fully erect almost instantly, and I recoiled at her touch. I felt a soreness in my balls that I hadn’t experienced before. Then, it hit me. I had not masterbated in almost a month. My mom’s face shone her concern.
“Oh shit, sweetie,” she said,” are you okay?”
“I’m just a little sore down there.” Then, she looked down at my engorged rod and realised what I meant.
“Um…I…I’m not sure that can be fixed, babe,” she said with a smile and a chuckle.
“Its nice to know that you find humor in my plight,” I said sarcastically.
“I’m sorry,” she said trying to quell her giggles. Once composed, Mom looked blankly at the wall as if trying to contemplate a solution. “Okay, so here’s the deal.” she began. “Look right here,” she pointed to the wall. “I’m going to do the same. I will release the pressure you are feeling, but don’t look at me. This is weird enough as it is.” I silently agreed to her conditions with a nod.
Mom reached behind me and grabbed her lotion off of the shower rack. She guided me forward out of the water and stood slightly to my side. After applying a decent amount of lotion to her right hand, we both stared at the back wall of the shower as she began to stroke my shaft. The combination of her soft hands and the slick lotion felt intense on my rock hard cock. She rubbed her thumb against the base of my cockhead on the underside of my dick for about fifteen seconds. I fired off one of the biggest blasts of semen I have ever seen. The first two spurts of cum hit the wall and the multiple subsequent shots came close.