LISA HAS LOST THE USE OF HER HANDS

"I could sue him."

"You could," then I shook my head, before saying, "But you'd lose."

"He ran over my hands with his big kick ass SUV. "

She then put her hands up in the air, so that I could see them.

I shook my head again, and then I sighed.

"Yes his car did damage your hands, but it was your fault."

She gave me a defiant look, and I thought she was going to say more, but then her face suddenly changed. All the fight had gone out of her.

In a low voice she said, "I guess it was really my fault."

My Mother had been out on her mountain bike. She had gone round a bend too fast and lost control. When the car had hit her she was on the wrong side of the road. Fortunately, the driver had managed to swerve, so it was only her hands that were injured. I was about to remind her how lucky she was, and that it was a miracle that she hadn't been killed, but I kept my mouth shut. She probably wouldn't regard fracturing both wrists, and most of her fingers, as being 'lucky.'

"So what are we going to do?"

She was now a lot calmer, and I even got a smile from her. She was now looking for a solution, rather than ranting about what had happened to her. She was due to be discharged from the hospital in a couple of days, and there was nobody to look after her.

"What about Nicole?"

"I've already told you. She is happy to help, but not for the next two weeks."

"I'm sure if you spoke to her, and explained the situation, she would come straight away."

"She might, but it wouldn't be fair on Tony."

I was now feeling guilty for suggesting it. Her Sister was more than willing to help, but she was her husband's full time carer. Two years ago he had been diagnosed with Motor Neurone disease, and since then his health had deteriorated at an alarming rate. There was a nursing home that was going to take him, so that Nicole could come and look after her Sister, but they were fully booked for the next two weeks. He could go to another one now, but he had stayed there before, and he didn't like it.

"You could ask Aunty Jan."

When I saw the hurt on her face, I regretted saying it. She hadn't seen, or spoken to, her elder Sister, for over a year. And there was a good reason for that. Frank, her long term partner, had left her for Jan.

"Isn't it time to forgive her?"

"No."

It was only what I had expected, but it was worth a try.

"What about your health insurance?"

She shook her head, and then said, "It doesn't cover a nurse looking after me at home."

"I could pay. It can't cost that much."

After she had finished laughing, she told me the hourly rate. It didn't seem too bad, until you multiplied it by twenty four, and then by fourteen. It was an eye-watering amount, and it was a lot more than I could afford. However, I had offered, and I was going to insist, even though I had no idea how I was going to be able to pay it.

"It's a lot, but I should be able to manage."

"Thanks, but no."

I felt relieved, but we were still no nearer to a solution. Then she smiled, and it was a big one.

"I know what we can do."

She was now looking at me, all smug. I just hoped it was something sensible. I asked her what it was. When she told me, I said no straight away.

"Why not?"

"Because."

I then stopped. I couldn't think of what to say next. She had suggested that I look after her. It was a viable option, but it didn't seem right, a Son looking after his Mother.

"You move back in with me, and you work from home."

I thought about it, but not for long. We had discussed all the other things we could do, and this was the only one that would work. When I nodded, she looked relieved.

On Sunday I moved back home, and on Monday morning I set off to pick up my Mother from hospital. When I got there she was already dressed, with all her stuff packed.

An hour later, we were home. I was now at a desk, working on my computer, and Mother was in the living room watching television. So far so good.

In the car she had been in a good mood, glad that she was out of the hospital. I was happy for her, but I was also apprehensive. I was going to be looking after her twenty four hours a day. I would have to do everything for her, because both her hands were in casts, that also covered her fingers. She needed my help with everything, including some things that were very personal, such as going to the bathroom. I had put them to the back of my mind, but now that we were home, it was only a matter of time before I would have to confront them.

When she did eventually call me, I was almost relieved. We could get it out of the way.

We were now in the bathroom, looking at each other. This was going to be embarrassing for both of us.

"I guess we should start."

I nodded, and then I turned my back to her, to give her some privacy.

"James, you need to pull my knickers down."

Then she laughed. I felt such a fool, but it broke the ice. This time when I faced her, I could see that she was more relaxed, and I was as well. However, when I put my hands up her skirt, my body tensed. I then pulled her knickers down in record time. She then sat down, and I looked away. It was a long time before she finished. She must have been holding it in.

"I'm glad that's over and done with. It will be easier next time."

"Yes, but I do hope you are going to pull them back up."

I gave her a wry smile. I hadn't forgotten, and she knew it, she was just teasing me. But now it was my turn.

"Or you could just leave them off."

From the look on her face, I could tell that she thought I was being serious. Then I laughed, and she shook her head. I then bent down, putting my hands on them.

"Not so fast. You need to wipe me."

It took me a few seconds to register what she had said. When I understood what she wanted me to do, I was shocked. I hadn't expected to do that. I thought it was just going to be a quick pulling down, and then back up, of her underwear. But now she was expecting me to touch her.

"Do I have to?"

That got a quick, "Yes," from her.

I wanted to refuse, but I was here to help her, so I should just man up and get on with it.

"What do I do?"

"Pull my skirt up. You need to see what you are doing. Then dab it with some toilet roll."

When my hands were on her skirt, she surprised me by standing up.

"Pull it right up," then she paused, before adding, "You might as well have a good look at it. It will then be less awkward next time. It's just a pussy."

What she had said made sense, but she was playing it down. It wasn't just any old pussy, it was my Mother's.

When she sat back down, her skirt was up to her waist. Her legs were closed, and I could only see her bush, but it was enough to get my heart pounding, and the blood flowing to my cock. I gasped when she opened her legs for me.

"Is that wide enough for you?"

I couldn't speak. She then moved her legs again, opening them even wider, but this time she also leant back. I now had the perfect view. My eyes were darting about, taking in as much as I could.

My Mother was a small woman, just over five feet tall, but big in all the right places. She had breasts that were the envy of all her women friends, and a bottom that men couldn't take their eyes off. Before I hit puberty, she was just my Mother, then after it was different. She became my role model for the women I wanted to date. When I was eighteen, I lost my virginity to a girl that was a younger version of her.

"James!"

I had been staring at her, almost in a trance. When I dabbed her with the tissue, it was with the lightest touch. It made her laugh.

"It's not going to break. You can press harder."

I gave her a nervous smile, and then I tried again.

"That's better. Now move it around to get all the drops."

I did, and then I finished with an upward flick, that made her gasp.

I could feel my cheeks going red, as I mumbled, "Sorry."

I thought she would be angry with me, but she was smiling.

"I thought you men didn't know where that was."

She had made a joke of it, but to me it wasn't funny. It was serious. I had accidently touched her where I shouldn't have, her clit. And, though I was reluctant to admit it to myself, I would like to do it again.

I was now back at my desk, trying to work, but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. I could hear the television from the other room, but that wasn't what was distracting me. I kept thinking about my Mother, or more specifically, what was between her legs. She had let me have a good look at it, and I had taken it all in. I was now remembering what I had seen.

Her labia were small, so her clit was easy to see, even though most of it was within its hood. It was a nice size. Her opening was small, and it looked as if a single finger would fill it up. I just knew that she would be tight. And all of it was framed by her neatly trimmed hair. It was something I had never thought that I would get to see, but I had not only seen it, I had even touched it. It had been brief, and with a tissue in the way, but I couldn't get it out of my head. If I was ever going to get some work done, I would have to go to the bathroom and relieve myself.

Fifteen minutes later, I was more relaxed, and able to work. It had been a good climax, with a slow build-up. I had taken my time, only rushing at the end, as I was imagining my cock fucking her little cunt.

Lunch was nothing special, chicken curry leftover from Sunday. It took a while for me to get used to feeding her. At times I was spooning it in too fast, but eventually I got the hang of it.

"That was delicious. A lot better than the hospital food."

She was being generous with her praise, but I had to agree with her that it was better than what she had been eating recently. The hospital was world renowned, but it wouldn't win any awards for its food.

I finished work at five, and by then there had been another visit to the bathroom with Mother. It had been quick, and uneventful, even though it had been more than just a leak.

Our evening meal was more lavish. I even made a dessert, but it was from a packet.

"If you keep feeding me like this, I'm going to get fat."

Then she laughed. I just smiled, it was nice to see her in a good mood. Afterwards, we sat together on the sofa. Mother picked a film, and despite my initial reservations about it, it was good.

"I enjoyed that. James, will you please get me ready for bed."

"Do you need the bathroom?"

"No."

Then she looked at me, and she was smiling.

"But I would like a bath."

Twenty minutes later it was ready. I had made it deep, and I had added in some bubble bath. The water was hot and foamy, just how she liked it. Now I had to undress her, and that was going to be awkward.

I started with her top. As I unbuttoned it, I didn't look at her tits. However, when it was off, I couldn't help it. I was now staring at them. Two melons squashed into a bra that looked to be too small for her.

"I see that you like my bra."

I muttered a quick, "Yes," and she laughed. We both knew that it wasn't her underwear that I was admiring.

She then turned round so that I could unhook it. When it was off, she turned to face me, stepping back so that I could get a better view of her naked tits.

"You've seen my pussy, so me being topless is no big deal."

It might not be for her, but it was for me. When I was growing up, they were difficult to miss. She must have noticed me staring at them, but she never said anything.

"Will you please finish undressing me?"

I nodded, but I didn't move. My eyes were still fixed on her tits. I had often wondered what her nipples would be like, and now I was seeing them. They were better than I thought they would be. They were quite long, but it was their thickness that was impressive. When I imagined myself greedily sucking on them, I started getting hard.

"James!"

Then she shook her head, before saying, "You men are all the same. When you see a big pair of tits, your brain stops working."

I didn't reply, because I didn't need to. She was right.

Her skirt and knickers came off without any fuss, and I then helped her into the bath.

"I missed this while I was in hospital."

"Be careful with your hands, don't get them wet."

She smiled at me, and then she said, "I know."

The casts were big and chunky, covering her wrists and fingers. They looked a bit like boxing gloves. Apparently, they were water resistant. A few splashes wouldn't damage them, but they shouldn't be immersed in water. They looked heavy, but Mother said they were OK.

"How are your meds?"

"Good, I'm almost pain free."

That didn't surprise me. When we had got back from the hospital, I had googled them. They were strong stuff, and not to be used long term.

Then I remembered something, and I winced. She noticed.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, it's just something I need to tell you."

Then, after taking a deep breath, I started.

"Your Sister called," I then hesitated, before continuing with, "It was Aunty Jan."

Mother's face now looked like thunder.

"What did the bitch want?"

I sighed, then said, "Can't you two make up?"

She just shook her head.

"She asked if you needed any help. She is willing to come and stay with you."

That got a snort, and another shake of her head.

"You know what really hurt me?"

I looked at her, surprised that she was going to tell me. Since Frank had left her, to be with her Sister, my Mother had said very little about it.

"It wasn't just him leaving me, it was him preferring her to me."

"I guess it's tough when your partner runs off with your Sister."

"It's not who she is, it's what she is."

I was confused, and she must have seen it on my face, because she laughed.

"Jan isn't what you would call a beauty."

Then I understood. My Aunty didn't have the body that Mother had. She was slim, with small tits, and a bottom that was almost flat. You wouldn't climb over my Mother to get to her Sister.

"I thought I had the tits, and the pussy, to keep a man."

So it was her pride that was injured.

"And I never refused him ANYTHING in bed."

I looked at her wide-eyed, and that made her laugh. When she had finished, her anger had gone.

I said, "ANYTHING!"

That set her off again.

I let her soak for another ten minutes, then I started washing her with a sponge. It didn't take me long, and despite the temptation, I kept away from her private parts.

"You are now all nice and clean."

"Not all of me."

"You want me to wash your hair?"

"Next time," then she paused, before saying, "You have missed something."

Then she looked down at her tits.

I sighed, as if I was being asked to do something that I didn't want to do. Mother thought it was funny.

Before I started, I told myself that I was supposed to be cleaning them, and not fondling them. And that's what I did. However, I did spend just a little bit longer than was necessary on her nipples.

"Let me help you out of the bath."

"What about my pussy?"

I gulped. If I put my hand between her legs, would I be tempted to do more than just wash it? In a matter of fact way, she had let me look at it. But that didn't mean that she wanted me to play with it. If this was an incest story, then she would let me, and she would be eager. However, I was wise enough to know that there was a big difference between fact and fiction. In real life if you tried to touch up your Mother, you were going to be in serious trouble.

"James, it's not going to wash itself."

She then opened her legs. As I was about to start, she spoke again.

"Please don't use the sponge. It's a bit rough on my delicate parts."

I squeezed it. It felt OK to me, and she hadn't complained when I had washed the rest of her body with it. Was it her idea of a joke? Her face was serious, and she wasn't laughing, so no.

The water was foamy, so I couldn't see much. But I felt every contour of it. At one point, two of my fingers had briefly entered her. Just the tips. It had taken all my willpower to stop me pushing them deep into her.

"What do you wear to bed?"

"Just a nightie."

"I'll get it. Where is it?"

"Get a clean one. There are two. I want the short one."

I left her in the bath while I went to her bedroom. As I opened the drawer I heard her shout.

"The top drawer, not the bottom one."

I shouted back, "OK."

But it had been too late, I had opened the wrong one. In it was a large black dildo. I took it out and examined it. It was impressive. At least ten inches, and it was thick. It was shaped like a giant cock, and it even had a pair of balls. I have always been satisfied with my own eight inches, but this was making me envious.

After putting her to bed, I went downstairs to watch television. Twenty minutes later I gave up. I couldn't concentrate.

I was now in my bedroom, cock in hand. I couldn't stop thinking about that monster dildo, and my Mother using it to pleasure herself. I was surprised that she was able to take it. I had seen her opening, and it looked so small. It must stretch her to the limit. And was she able to accept the full ten inches? If she could, then she would have no problem with my cock. The thought of me being inside her, was enough to make me come.

The next day was much the same, except that Mother didn't have a bath. Going to the bathroom was now routine, and I was managing to feed her without dropping food on her. I thought that she would be bored with another day of watching television, but if she was, she didn't complain. Every time she wanted the channel changing, she would call me.

At eight she asked me to put her to bed. Her hands had been giving her some trouble, so she had taken extra pain relief. It did the trick, but it had also made her drowsy. I stayed up to watch the game. I even had a couple of beers.

The next day I was up early, but Mother didn't wake until half past nine. I had to stop work to sort her out. It was almost eleven before I was back at my desk. Fortunately I have an understanding boss. She doesn't mind when the work gets done, as long as it's completed before the deadline.

It was now midday, and I was getting worried. There was something wrong with her, but I couldn't put my finger on it. She hadn't said much while I had dressed and fed her, and now it looked as if she was sulking.

"Are you in pain?"

She shook her head.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," then she paused, before adding, "Nothing you can help me with."

I gave her a hug, and she yelped in pain. I stepped back.

"Sorry, I forgot about your hands."

She waved them in front of me, and then in a nasty tone, she said, "Next time be careful."

I said sorry again, and then I left to do some more work. Hopefully, by the end of the day, she would be in a better mood.

But she wasn't. If anything she was worse. I was glad when it was time for her to go to bed. After quickly sorting her out, I went downstairs. I then made myself a nice cup of coffee. As I slowly drank it, I started to relax. After a second cup, I decided that it was time for bed.

When I passed her bedroom, I heard a noise. She was crying. I opened the door. She then stopped, and I got a weak smile from her.

"Is the pain bad?"

She shook her head.

"What is it then?"

"It's nothing."

"It must be something, or else you wouldn't be crying. Tell me."

I looked at her, and she held my gaze for several seconds, before averting her eyes.

"There is something I want to do, but I can't."

She then looked down at her hands.

"I can do it for you."

"I wish you could."

I sighed, whatever it was, she should just tell me.

"I have certain needs. Since Frank left me I have had to ..."

Then it hit me, and I felt my face redden. I knew what she had wanted to say."I have had to do it myself."

She was frustrated because she needed a climax. So far I had done everything for her, but this was something I couldn't do.

But why not?

"What if I..."

It was my turn to be hesitant. I started again.

"I could help you."

That shocked her, and she was now looking at me wide-eyed.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

There was now an awkward silence, and it felt as if it was never going to end. Then in a low voice, she said, "OK."

I was about to speak, but she shook her head. She then lifted her knees up before opening her legs wide. When she closed her eyes, I knew that she was telling me that she was ready.

I had seen it before, and I had even touched it, but only briefly while she was in the bath. Now I was going to make her come. First I adjusted my cock. It was doing its best to get hard, but it had been in an uncomfortable position.

I started by running a finger up and down her tiny slit, and then I pushed it in. It made her moan. Then, with the thumb from my other hand, I gently stroked her clit. That made her gasp.

"Make me come."

I looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed, but she was smiling. It was time to give her what she needed.

I was now slowly moving my finger in and out of her, while my thumb massaged her clit. I was careful not to push on it too hard. I knew that she was frustrated, and that it wouldn't take long to finish her off, but I wanted it to last for as long as possible. My cock was still in my trousers, but I hadn't been as excited as this for a long time. If she wasn't my Mother, then I would be fucking her by now. But for some reason, having to hold back, was heightening the experience.

Five minutes later, she was coming to the boil, so I eased off.

"Please don't tease me."

I wanted more time, but I also didn't want to spoil it for her.

My thumb was now moving faster, and I was fucking her with my finger. I was on a mission. Not just to make her come, but to make it a big one.

"I'm nearly there."

To my surprise, a couple of minutes later, she still hadn't reached it.

"I can't break through."

I could hear the frustration in her voice.

What could I do to tip her over? My thumb couldn't move any faster, and my finger was moving in and out of her like a piston. Then I remembered that she used a dildo on herself. A long thick one. She might need more than just a single finger inside her.

When they went in she gasped. Three was a tight fit, and I had to push hard, even though she was very wet.

"Fuck me with them."

As I did, I could tell that it was working.

"My cunt's going to come."

She sounded surprised. As she climaxed, I smiled. Before, she had called it a pussy, but now it was a cunt!

It looked as if it was a big one. Her body went rigid, and her head went back. As her orgasm surged through her body, I tried to imagine what it would feel like if it was my cock inside her, rather than my fingers.

I waited until she was still, before pulling my fingers out. I then leant forward and kissed her on the cheek. She opened her eyes.

"Thank you."

I didn't reply, I just smiled. I then left, to go to my bedroom.

As I lay on my bed, it hit me. While I was doing it, it wasn't a problem. She had wanted me to do something, and it was something that she couldn't do herself. I was the dutiful Son, helping his Mother. But it wasn't something innocent, like combing her hair, or doing some shopping. I had made her come, and now I was feeling uncomfortable about it. But had I really done anything wrong? I put it out of my mind. I had a throbbing cock to deal with.

I started with long slow strokes, but it soon became frantic. When I spurted it made a mess on the sheets. I didn't care, I had got what I wanted. A nice climax. My mind was now clearer. The guilt had gone. We had both enjoyed what had happened in the bedroom, and, with sudden clarity, I realised that we wouldn't just do it again, we would eventually end up fucking.

I woke with a smile on my face, but it quickly disappeared when I thought about Mother. Last night she had wanted me to do it, but would she now be regretting it? And worse, would she blame me for taking advantage of her? I might only be twenty one, but I knew that women were more than happy to ignore the facts when it suited them. I could imagine what she might say, and none of it sounded good.

I was apprehensive when I entered her room.

She greeted me with a cheerful, "Good morning James."

I almost sighed with relief.

We had a leisurely breakfast together. To say that she was in a good mood, was an understatement. However, there was no mention of last night. It was as if it had never happened. But it had, and it was the reason why she was now so cheerful. If she didn't want to talk about it, that was OK with me. But hopefully she would want me to do it to her again, and soon.

"Tomorrow I am going to take you out. It's not good you staying in all day watching television."

"I don't mind. I have been catching up on all those box sets that I haven't had time to see," then she gave me a quizzical look, before saying, "But aren't you working tomorrow?"

"It's Saturday."

"I forgot."

"You are getting old. Your mind is going."

She moved her hand, to give me a playful slap, and then she remembered that she couldn't.

"I might be forty two, but I am still smarter than you."

"Yes Mummy."

That made her laugh, but I just smiled. There was a lot of truth in what she had said. She might be double my age, but she was indeed cleverer than me. Unfortunately, I had got my brains from my Father, rather than her. But I had got my good looks, and big cock, from him, so I wasn't too disappointed.

On Saturday we did go out, but I made the mistake of letting her choose where to go. How many clothes shops can a woman visit before she has had enough? It's a trick question, there is no limit. And she had proved it.

We left at ten, and we didn't get back until just after six. Apart from half an hour in McDonald's, Mother spent the whole time looking at clothes. And it was looking, because she only bought a single item. A white lace bra.

"You were right, that was better than watching television all day."

I was going to disagree with her, but I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut. Today was all about her, and I didn't want to spoil it by complaining.

After eating, we settled down in front of the television. I was happy for her to choose what we should watch, but she insisted that I do it. I think it was my reward for taking her shopping.

An hour into it I was getting sleepy, and Mother noticed.

"Somebody is ready for bed."

"I am, but I'll stay up longer if you want."

"No, I'll go to bed as well. But I would like a quick shower first, if that's OK?"

I thought about it, then I shook my head. I didn't mind doing it, but it would be a nightmare keeping her hands dry.

"Your hands will get wet. How about a bath?"

"That will take longer. I thought you were tired?"

I stood up, then, while I was running on the spot, I said, "Tired? Not me."

That made her laugh.

I had been, but the thought of washing her body, especial her special places, had revived me.

The bath was now ready, but this time it wasn't as foamy. After just two squirts, the bubble bath had run out. I made a mental note to buy some more. It didn't take me long to get her naked. A few days ago, doing it had been awkward, but now it was routine. I helped her into the bath, and then to sit down. I then took the opportunity to admire her large breasts. I had seen them now lots of times, but they still excited me. Her nipples were impressive. Long and thick. And they would get bigger when they were played with, or when they were sucked. My last girlfriend had looked a lot like her, and some of my friends had noticed, and to my embarrassment, even commented on it. I had liked her nipples, but Mother's were in a different league.

I didn't bother with the sponge. This time, when it was time to wash her tits, I didn't hesitate, my hand went straight onto one of them.

I was now moving my hand over it, and I could feel the nipple under my palm. I took my time, and then I moved over to the other one. That got the same treatment. When I had finished, she opened her legs wide. A lot wider than was really necessary to wash her, but perfect for fingering her.

As my hand went under the water, I looked up at her. She gave me a slight nod, and then she closed her eyes. My heart skipped a beat. It was a subtle gesture, but I knew what it meant. She had given permission for me to do more than just wash it.

This time she got two fingers straight away. I pushed then deep into her, up to the knuckles. It made her gasp. Then I went for her clit. As I stroked it, she moaned.

"Lower."

I moved my thumb down.

"That's it."

I had found her sweet spot, but it would be better if I used my finger on it. When I stopped, her eyes opened, and there was a look of surprise on her face. But when I removed my fingers from her, and put one of them on her clit, she closed them again.

As I moved that finger quicker, she got more excited. With my free hand, I went for my zip. I was going to get my cock out. I was kneeling down at the side of the bath, so when it was out, Mother wouldn't be able to see it. However, I was struggling. I thought about stopping, so that I could use two hands. But what would she do if I was to stand up, and then unzip myself? What was happening now, was under the pretence of me washing her. Standing in front of her, cock in hand, would shatter that illusion. I decided not to get it out and play with it, but I could play with her tits instead.

When I pinched her nipple, her eyes flickered, but they remained closed. It had taken her by surprise. Then, when I started rolling it between a finger and thumb, she briefly smiled. I wanted to switch to the other one, but that would mean leaning over her. I would just have to concentrate on that nipple.

For the next five minutes, that's what I did, as well as rubbing her clit. She was now getting close. I upped the pace, and she started making more noise. I then lowered my head, putting my mouth onto her nipple. As I sucked greedily on it, she moaned loudly.

"This is so good."

Despite my cock not getting any attention, it was good for me as well. Seconds later she climaxed.

I raised my head, but I kept my finger on her clit. I smiled as I watched her, proud that I had done a good job. When she had finished, she was breathing heavily.

Fifteen minutes later, she was tucked up in bed, and I was in my room. My hand was now moving quickly over my cock, and it didn't take me long to climax. Thinking about my hand being between her legs, had taken me to the edge, but it was reliving sucking on her fat nipple, that had tipped me over.

After I climax, I usually fall asleep quickly. But not this time. I was tired, but there was something keeping me awake. It was frustration. Playing with myself had given me some relief, but I wanted more than just pleasuring myself with my own hand. Mother was getting what she wanted, but I wasn't. I now realised, with crystal clear clarity, that I wouldn't be satisfied until I had fucked her. But would that happen? We only had another week alone together.

As I drifted off to sleep, I was smiling. I had decided that I would make it happen.

I slept well, too well. Mother had to wake me.

"Sorry James. I need the bathroom, and it's more than just urinating."

I smiled, who calls it urinating these days? I handled that task without being embarrassed. It was surprising what you could get used to in such a short time.

As before, there was no mention of the intimate act we had shared. Anybody watching us wouldn't suspect anything. They wouldn't know that we had crossed a line. It was our little secret. No, it was our big secret!

The weather was nice, so after lunch we sat outside in the garden.

"It's strange that your Sister hasn't called to see how you are, "then I quickly added, "I mean Aunty Nicole."

I didn't want her thinking that I was referring to her other Sister, the one that she had fallen out with.

"She will be busy looking after Tony. I told her that if there was a problem, I would get you to call her."

We stayed outside until it started to get chilly. Then, after eating our evening meal, we sat together on the sofa and watched television.

"What did you think of the film?"

I quickly replied, "It was awful."

That made her laugh, and then she said, "It was."

I smiled, and then I shook my head. We had watched it to the end, despite it not being very good. The next programme was better, a lot better.

However, sometime during it, we both dozed off. I woke with her leaning against me. I looked at my watch. It was nearly eleven.

Gently shaking her, I said, "It's time for bed."

I got her upstairs, and into bed, in record time. When she had been naked, before I had put her nightie on, I had looked at her tits with longing. The urge to suck on them again, was strong, but I had resisted. I could tell that all she wanted to do was to go to sleep. Now wasn't the time for me to act.

Monday was uneventful. I had been hoping that there would be an opportunity for something to happen between us. It hadn't, and I had even tried to make it happen. After I had finished work, I suggested that she might like me to massage her. That got a polite no from her. Later on, I offered to run a bath for her. She shook her head to that. I then gave up.

When I woke the next day, my cock was already erect. It was rock hard. For the next few minutes, I tried to decide if I should sort it out now, or leave it, and hope that it would get some action later on. Yesterday had been disappointing, and today might be the same. Eventually, I made a decision. I would wait. Nothing might happen, but the possibility of coming in her mouth, or even better, her cunt, had won the argument.

During lunch, I mentioned massage again. To my surprise, she didn't just say yes, she was enthusiastic.

"Yes, I would like that."

For the rest of the day I didn't get a lot of work done. I kept thinking about my Mother, naked on the bed, and me running my hands over her body. When it was time to finish, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I then went to her, eager to start.

"Are you ready for your massage?"

"No. Later, after we have eaten."

I was disappointed, but I tried not to show it.

It was nearly seven before she was ready to start. I didn't ask if she wanted to be naked, I just undressed her.

She was now lying face down on the bed, with her legs together. My eyes were drawn to her bottom, it was where I wanted to start, but that wasn't subtle. Instead I started on her back, and then I did her legs.

It was now time to concentrate on her butt. At first I just felt it, moving my hands over both cheeks. Then I massaged it. As I pushed down hard on it, she sighed. For the next five minutes I pummelled it

"Help me to turn over."

I did. She was now lying on her back, and this time her legs weren't together, they were wide open. It was obvious what she wanted me to do next. I didn't disappoint her.

I now had my fingers inside her, and I could tell from the look on her face how much she was enjoying it. And this time, what was special for me, was that she hadn't closed her eyes. As I fingered her, our eyes were locked together. We held that gaze for a long time, then she looked away. When she did, with my free hand I reached down to the side of the bed, then I picked it up. I held it up so that she could see it.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. In my hand was her dildo. That large black cock that she used on herself. Earlier on I had hidden it there. My plan was to surprise her with it, and it had worked.

When the head of it was at her opening, I stopped. How could such a large object go inside her? It would split her in two. She must have sensed my hesitation, because she spoke.

In a low voice, she said, "It's OK. It will go in, but take your time."

When the head was partially in, I wasn't sure that I believed her. She was breathing heavily, and the look on her face said pain rather than pleasure. But when she gave a slight nod, I knew that she wanted me to continue.

When most of it was in, she asked me to stop. I then waited for her to tell me what to do next.

"Play with my clit."

"Do you want me to fuck you with it while I do that?"

That got a quick, "No," from her, then she laughed, before saying, "That would kill me."

Before starting, I looked at what was sticking out of her. It looked obscene. But it was what she wanted, and apart from filling her up, it was also pushing her clit out, making it look even more impressive. It was now time to give that big clit of hers, my undivided attention.

She was probably expecting a finger, but she got my tongue instead. As I slowly licked it, she purred.

"That's so good. Being licked is something I can never get enough of."

The end of the dildo was in the way, but I was still managing to do a good job. At times, too good a job. I had to keep backing off, to stop her coming. This was something I didn't want to rush.

I managed to make it last for almost ten minutes, then she suddenly exploded.

"Fuck, I'm in it."

She definitely was. And it was a big one. When she had started, I had raised my head, which was fortunate, because her legs were now tightly clamped together. It was a while before she relaxed. I then slowly removed the dildo, and as I did, she kept wincing. When it was out, I looked at it, then I shook my head. I couldn't believe that she had managed to take it.

Smiling at me, she said, "That was some massage."

I laughed, and she joined in. When we had finished, I stood up. Then I unzipped myself. Three quick strokes got my cock to its best.

"That's a nice cock, just like your Father's."

He had left her when I was young. He was a bit of a waster, and according to her, the only good thing about him was his big cock.

While she was still admiring it, I said, "It's my turn. Then I pointed towards her cunt."

"She shook her head, then she said, "No, but you can come in my mouth."

I just nodded. It wasn't my first choice, but I was more than happy for her to suck me off.

I don't know what impressed me the most, her skill, or her enthusiasm. It must have been a long time since there had been a cock in her mouth, because she was making the most of it. And it wasn't just her that was enjoying it, I was as well, and I was now ready to come.

She must have sensed it, because when I spurted, at least six inches of my cock was in her mouth, and down her throat. It made her gag, but she managed to swallow all of it. And there had been a lot. When I left the bedroom, I had a big smile on my face.

Before washing the dildo, I sniffed it. There was a strong smell of cunt, it almost got me hard again.

She stayed in bed, listening to music, but I went downstairs. I read for a while, and then I went to my room. It had been a good day, but I had a feeling that tomorrow would be even better.

When I woke, I groaned. It was eight thirty. I had an important work call at nine, but first I needed to sort Mother out. I managed to do it with just five minutes to spare

The call only lasted fifteen minutes, but during it I had been given some extra work to do, and some of it needed completing by the end of the day. I was going to have to work hard to get it done.

An hour later, the day got worse. I answered the door, expecting it to be a delivery, but it was Aunty Nicole.

"I thought I would surprise you. The care home is looking after Tony for a couple of days. I have come to look after my Sister."I like my Aunty, but my first reaction was to tell her no. To go back home and leave me and Mother alone. But I bit my tongue.

Giving her my best smile, I said, "Come in. Mother will be pleased to see you."

And she was, and that made me feel guilty for my previous selfish thoughts. Her being here would stop me achieving the ultimate prize. Fucking my Mother. But there was nothing I could do, so I just had to make the most of it.

I didn't finish working until six, and that was only possible because Aunty was looking after Mother's needs. She even did all the cooking. Our evening meal was a feast. There were definitely advantages of having her stay with us.

When she left on Friday morning, I was almost sorry to see her go.

At four I ran out of work, and I wasn't in the mood to ask my boss for more. I would do that Monday morning. When I joined Mother in the living room, I was already thinking about how to get intimate with her. But she was ahead of me.

"Please will you massage me again?"

I almost laughed, out of relief, but also because she was still referring to it as a 'massage'.

I followed her up the stairs. She was almost running. When she got there she sat on the edge of the bed, and I sat next to her. We locked eyes for a few seconds, and then I started unbuttoning her top. When she leant forward and kissed me, it took me by surprise. Then she kissed me again, this time with more passion, and I kissed her back. I stopped trying to take her top off, instead I just groped her tits.

When we eventually stopped, we were both smiling.

"I haven't kissed like this since I was a teenager," then she laughed.

"And that must be a record for somebody playing with my tits, without trying to get them out."

I didn't reply. I was too busy popping the buttons on her top. I then broke another record, for the time it takes to get a top and bra off.

I now had my mouth on her nipple, and my fingers on the other one. As I sucked on her, she moaned.

"Pull on my nipple."

I did, stretching it to its limit.

"Now squeeze it."

When I did, she gasped.

I stopped sucking on her, and then I said, "I love your big nipples."

"What about my cunt?"

"You mean your pussy?"

She giggled, before saying, "It was a pussy when I was young, but when I started fucking, it became a cunt."

"I don't care what you call it, I just want to fuck it."

The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and shock. Hadn't she realised, that this was going to end with me on top of her, and my cock deep inside her? But that now looked as if it was a step too far for her. I was bitterly disappointed, but I was trying not to show it.

With as much enthusiasm as I could manage, I said, "Or we could use that friend of yours."

Her face changed, and she smiled. She knew what I was referring to, that monster dildo. Then she spoke again, and it was my turn to be surprised.

"No. Your cock will be better."

I didn't know why she had changed her mind, but I wasn't going to question her about it.

After taking the rest of her clothes off, I undressed as well.

Looking at my cock, in a girly voice, she said, "Sir, I hope you aren't thinking of putting that into my teeny-weeny hole?"

She had made it sound as if she was a pupil, and I was the teacher. Two could play that game.

"Has anybody done that to you before?"

She shook her head, and then she looked down at the floor.

"No," then she hesitated, before adding, in almost a whisper, "Please be gentle with me."

That was too much for me, the time for playing games was over. I quickly got her onto her back. Then, as I kissed her, my hand went between her legs.

I was now fingering her, and at the same time sucking on her ripe nipples as hard as I could.

"You need to fuck me."

I ignored her, that was for later.

"Put your cock into my little cunt. Fill me up."

I could hear the pleading in her voice. It was time to fuck her.

I opened her legs wide, and pushed them high up. It looked uncomfortable, but she didn't complain. As I entered her, we locked eyes, holding the gaze until I was fully in her.

"I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have a cock inside me."

I didn't reply, I just started fucking her. At first it was slow and gentle, but it soon became fast and furious. She was now getting long strokes. I was using the full length of my cock, and making sure to go into her as deep as I could. At the end of each stroke, she grunted. And as we continued, it got louder. This wasn't going to last much longer. However, to my surprise, five minutes later we were still going.

Then it changed. I felt the sap rising, and she started making strange noises.

"I'm going to come."

I grunted, then I said, "Me too."

Then she gave a loud groan, as if she was in pain, before climaxing. I speeded up, desperate to reach it before she asked me to stop. I got there just in time. As her body relaxed, I shot my load. It took a while for my balls to drain.

Afterwards, we lay together, with me spooning her.

"Do you think what we did was wrong."

She responded with a quick, "No".

"Isn't it the last taboo, Mother and Son sleeping together?"

"We didn't sleep, we fucked."

She laughed at her own joke, and then she said, "It didn't feel wrong. Perhaps it should have, but it didn't. What about you, any regrets?"

"No."

We left it at that.

On Saturday, we went out again, but thankfully we didn't go into as many clothes shops as before. Lunch was at a posh restaurant. As I fed her, other diners kept staring at us. She revelled in it, happy to be the centre of attention, but I felt uncomfortable.

After getting back at six, we had a simple meal, and then we watched television until it was time for bed.

In her room, as I undressed her, I asked, "Can I sleep with you?"

She shook her head.

"What if it's just sleeping?"

She laughed, and then she said, "If you are in my bed, then we will end up having sex."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, but I'm tired," then she gave me a nice smile, before adding "We'll do it tomorrow morning."

I wanted her now, but I could wait. After tucking her up in bed, I left. As I fell asleep, I was smiling. I was on a promise!

I woke early, but when I checked on her, she was still asleep. I then went downstairs. I was on my second cup of coffee when I heard her call me.

When I entered her room, she was sitting up.

"You can join me in bed, but first I need the bathroom."

It didn't take me long to sort her out.

We were now in bed together, and because I knew that we would eventually have sex, I didn't feel the need to rush.

"When is Aunty Nicole coming?"

"Tomorrow, sometime in the afternoon. She has to take Uncle Tony to the care home first."

"While she is here, can I still stay?"

With her Sister looking after her, there wasn't any need for me to be here. But I didn't want to leave.

"Yes. There will be times when she has to go shopping, and I will be on my own."

She didn't have to say anything else, I knew what she meant. Her Sister being out of the house, would give us time to fuck.

"Can I ask you a question?"

She looked serious, so it must be something important.

"Yes."

"Do you think we can do it with me on all fours? That's my favourite position."

She was obviously worried about her hands. I was as well, but I had a way that might work.

"What if you put the casts over the side of the bed? That will mean that your weight is on your arms."

Her big smile told me that she thought it was a good idea. She then rewarded me with a kiss. Now that we knew how it would end, we could start.

We didn't kiss for long, because I wanted her nipples. When I greedily sucked on one, she pushed her breast against me, eager for me to get as much of it as possible into my mouth. I then kept switching, making sure to give each nipple equal attention.

"I love the way you suck it. Now do the same to my clit."

I would have liked more time on her nipples. However, tits might be nice, and hers were especially so, but nothing is better than a sweet pussy. And hers was the sweetest.

My head was now buried between her thighs, and I was lapping on her clit. I then did what she had asked, I sucked it into my mouth. It made her groan. It was loud and raw, and I thought I had made her come. Then I realised that she hadn't, but if I did the same again, then she probably would. I eased off. I was now licking it rather than sucking on it.

Then her phone rang. We ignored it, and eventually it stopped. But it wasn't long before it rang again. I reached for it.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know. I'm going to turn it off."

"Is it my Sister?"

I glanced at it, it was.

"Yes."

"I need to take it."

I didn't understand why, but I accepted the call, and then I pressed the speaker button.

"Hi Nicole."

"Hi Lisa, how are you?"

"I'm OK."

"Good, I hope James is doing a good job."

"Yes he is. And he's here with me."

I said hello, then I let them talk. I had been doing a good job, until she had interrupted us. Then I thought about it. Did I really need to stop?

As I put my head back down, I looked up at her. Her eyes widened when she saw what I was going to do. But she didn't try and close her legs, instead she opened them wider.

Now, as she chatted with her Sister, I worked her clit. I was determined to make her come while she was still on the phone.

It wasn't long before her Sister was doing most of the talking. There was the occasional word from Mother, mostly yes or no. It was obvious to me that she was having difficulty in speaking, but her Sister didn't seem to notice.

Then my tongue made her come. She did her best to keep quiet, and she almost succeeded. But when her climax was at its height, she shouted, "Oh fuck."

"Are you OK?"

Aunty sounded concerned.

"Sorry, I banged my hand. It was painful, but I'm OK now."

"You need to be careful. See you tomorrow."

She then ended the call. Mother looked at me.

"That was very risky, you shouldn't have done it," then she smiled, before saying, "But I'm glad you did. I had a nice climax, but at one point I almost screamed."

"If you get onto all fours, so that I can fuck you from behind, then the next one will be even better."

Because she had already reached it, I thought she might be reluctant, or that she might even say no. But she quickly got into position.

I spread her cheeks as I pushed into her. As soon as my cock was fully in, I started fucking her. I didn't know if she would be able to climax again, but if the truth be told, I didn't care. This was my turn.

I was now giving her long strokes, and her big tits were wobbling about. It wasn't long before I felt my balls tightening.

"I'm going to come again," then she gasped, before screaming out, "And it's a fucking big one!"

I was now smiling. By some miracle, we were going to come together. Seconds later we did. As I flooded her cunt, I felt it pulse. It was as if she was milking me.

I waited until I was going limp, before pulling out of her. I then helped her up.

"The first one was nice, but that was even better."

I puffed my chest out. It's always nice when your Mother praises you.

That night in bed, I thought about all that had happened in the two weeks that I had been looking after her. At first, I had been apprehensive. I had been reluctant to touch her, but I had ended up fucking her. Tomorrow, her Sister would be here. Would that mean that we had to stop?

Then I laughed. The answer was no, but we would have to be careful!