PLEASE RELIEVE ME

Life without a father had been tough, especially for Indians living in the UK. My parents came over to this country to make a new life for themselves but my dad passed away shortly after I was born. I suppose I get the best of both words - I am indian when it want and british when I want. I still consider myself a normal guy though with normal thoughts and feelings and pretty normal health. That is until problems started appearing which I will go into in a moment.

My mum, Pooja, was born in India but moved to the UK when she was still quite young. She was in her early fifties but she watched what she ate and the cooking and house work she did kept her in relatively good shape. Her dress size was 12. She was not slim but not fat either - a normal body type for an indian lady of that age. From being a size 8 in her younger days she had filled out and gotten curves. Her skin was pale brown, a beige colour, and she had straight black hair to her shoulders.

I was 5'8" average build with dark hair and brown skin. I was darker than my mum though this may have been due to the dark hair that I had all over my body. I was not bad looking but I had never had a serious girlfriend. I had just turned 18 and it was disappointing that I was still a virgin.

Growing up, as it was only me and my mum, my mum was overtly protective of me. Being the only real woman in my life, of course I fantasised about her but she clung to her traditional indian roots and I had never seen her in less clothes than a long night dress and dressing gown that covered her whole body.

Like most indian ladies my mum was very religious. She was also quite strict. Again, this came from her being over protective. She wanted the best from me. She was a single indian mother and worked hard. She didn't have time for her children messing around. The most important things to her was god and discipline.

Mum worked in an office so wore western clothes during the day whilst at work. At night and at weekends she tended to wear indian clothes - the typical indian suit or salwar kameez as it is called.

This story concerns when I had just turned 18; I started to develop an ache in my balls. It started with a dullness that I tried to shrug off but it did not go away. After a few days, I was getting worried myself and couldn't hide the pain I sometimes felt down there.

What's worse is that trying to hide being in pain from my Mum had failed. She had noticed and demanded to know what was wrong. I did not like lying to her so had to tell her that I was in pain. It felt awkward referring to my 'privates' but that was an acceptable term in our house. Referring to anything ruder such as cock, dick or whatever would have been a definite no.

Surprisingly my Mum had not said a word about it but booked me in to see the Doctor on Monday and that's where the story starts.

===Monday====

I walked into the doctor's office following my Mum who went in before me. Dr. Kaur was busy typing some notes into her computer. She was a mature indian lady in her 50's with spectacles and her hair tied into a ponytail. She had a similar figure to my mum in that she must have used to be slim but had filled out in her middle years around the bust and bum.

"Sat sri akal ji [hello], how can I help?" Dr Kaur said

"Mera beta [my son], he is having pains," said my Mum with a worried look on her face.

"Acha [I understand], where are these pains?"

"They're by his..." My mum trailed off, embarrassed to be referring to my privates though she made a downwards gesture with her head that Dr Kaur followed with her eyes. I squirmed.

"Acha, and how long have these pains been going on?" said Dr Kaur.

"A few days," said my Mum.

"Ok, I will need to examine him," said the Doctor to my Mum before turning to me and saying "stand up and undress."

I almost fell off my chair when the doctor told me to undress. I looked at Dr Kaur's face and it was strict with no emotion. I then looked at my Mum who said: "do as the Dr says," also looking strict.

I stood up, undid the button of my jeans and the zip and then lowered my jeans showing my black boxer shorts. I saw Dr Kaur stand up, when I did and begin coming around the table towards me.

When Dr Kaur reached me she said: "and the rest."

I gulped feeling really embarrassed at having to show myself in front of two mature ladies. My hands were slightly shaking as my fingers went to my waistband and slowly pulled my boxers down showing my cock.

My cock was not huge, 6 or so" normally but it could grow to 7" when it was erect. It was brown in colour like my skin. I did trim my pubes to keep them tidy and, thinking like a teenager, on the off chance I would be showing myself to a girl.

Dr Kaur reached out with her hand and held my penis. This shocked me as it was the first woman that had ever seen my adult penis. Dr. Kaur bent over looking at me closely and I could feel her breath on me. Her head being so close to me was exciting me but I could not muster any response in my genitals due to the embarrassment of being examined and my mum being in the same room.

Dr Kaur then lifted my penis up and began examining my balls. She poked at them with her hands and finger and I felt no small amount of discomfort when she did this. After a few moments the Dr stopped.

"I will need a semen sample," she said to me sternly handing me a cup. "Go on."

I looked around the room embarrassed. The doctor wanted me to masturbate in front of her and my mother - there was no way I could so such a thing!

"Go on, now." Dr Kaur said to me even more sternly.

Despite her stern expression, the doctor did have a pretty face and a nice bust. My gaze went down to her brown neck area which was exposed in her white blouse. As I looked down I could see that her boobs were a good size and I felt a few tingles in my penis as I imagined what they looked like.

I reluctantly touched my penis with my hand and tried to stroke myself. The pain came upon me and

I winced, "ahh," I said.

"Ok. Stop and turn around" said Doctor Kaur sternly.

I did not know what the doctor was planning but turned around putting my back to the doctor and my mother. I felt the doctor come up to me again and slowly push me forward so that my body was forward bent over at around a 45 degree angle.

"Hold that beaker there," Dr Kaur said and I obliged holding my penis over the beaker.

Suddenly I felt something (a finger?) press against my bum into the passage. It was a quick movement and just as suddenly I felt myself cumming. The release was so quick and unexpected and I couldn't help but shoot into the beaker. I felt exhausted even though the process had lasted only a few seconds.

I also felt dirty having released myself in the same room as the doctor and my mum. I was at least glad that they had not seen me.

"Put the beaker down over there, dress and sit down" said Dr Kaur as I felt her retreat away from me and heard her sit back at the desk. I did as I was told with a glum expression on my face - I felt awkward.

Dr Kaur's face went from stern to a more mute expression as she turned from me towards my mother.

"Your son has a blockage in his gland which is causing him pain. I have released this now but if it builds up then he could be in pain. I will send the sample obtained to the lap and we will run tests to determine what is causing this blockage - it could be a hormone deficiency or other cause. We will see." Dr Kaur said matter of factly.

The doctor then looked at my mum and her face adopted a more serious expression: "To prevent further blockage your son must have regular release. At least once a day. He can be released as I just showed you or through more normal measures with your hand. Do you understand"

My mum's face looked stern but she nodded her head.

"As he is in pain when he releases himself you will have to make sure this is taken care of. Do you understand?" Dr Kaur continued emphasising the word 'you'.

I could not believe what I was hearing. I was dumbfounded. The doctor was asking my indian mother to make sure that I masturbated every day - no, more than that. The doctor was asking my mum to help me do it!

"Han ji [yes], I understand," said my mum. Her face showed no emotion.

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The journey home was a quiet affair. My mum drove and my mind was drifting all over the place. The pain I had felt had subsidised for the time being but I was worried that it could come back. I had been in agony previously but felt a bit better now.

My mum was also quiet, she didn't mention what the doctor had told her to do. I guess she was responsible for my welfare but, this was my mum! She was a middle aged indian lady. Sex and anything to do it had always been taboo in our family. We were the type that turned the channel if a kissing scene came on the TV.

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When we got home I changed into my sweatshirt and joggers. I computer played games in my room but was distracted as I couldn't stop thinking about what the doctor had said. After an hour or so I heard mum call me from downstairs to eat dinner. I made my way downstairs slowly.

My mother pointed to the table when I got downstairs which indicated that she wanted it set. She looked cross.

I fetched the plates and some spoons for our curries then helped my mother make the plates. We did not usually talk much when we ate but even still the atmosphere seemed to be a bit more uncomfortable than usual.

"Are you feeling ok?" my mother said to me after a particularly long silence.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied and moved the food around my plate.

"Are you hurting?" mum asked.

I blushed deep red thinking back to what the doctor said earlier but simply replied a non-committal grunt that mum took to mean that I was ok.

"It's filthy what the doctor said to you earlier," my mum said. I did not say anything, instead playing with my food. "You realise that don't you? It's disgusting? It's against god."

I nodded to my mum and then finished my food as fast as I could. I told mum that I was feeling tired so would go to sleep early - given the awkwardness in the house I would much prefer playing computer games upstairs in my room to watching TV downstairs. My mum nodded and told me to take some water upstairs and keep hydrated. I nodded back and did as I was told.

When I got upstairs I lay back on my bed and looked at the ceiling trying to contemplate what had got on at the doctors - maybe they were wrong? Maybe I would be ok if I didn't masturbate as often as they told me to. Would I have to have daily release for the rest of my life? My mum was disgusted by the idea. She was a traditional indian lady! How could the doctor even suggest such a thing.

My thought process was disturbed by my door handle turning and my door beginning to open.

I looked at the door, slightly dazed after all of the heavy thinking. My mum never knocked, it was her house so she did not feel the need to.

Mum shuffled into my room. She was still wearing her indian Salwar Kameez she had worn for most of the day. She had a day off work and I had the day off College to go to the doctors. Her face had a slight frown on it.

"Beta [son], are sure you hurting?" mum asked

"No, I'm fine" I replied after a moment.

My mum continued to edge into the room and then sat on the left hand edge of the bed where I had been laying.

"You need to don't you..." mum asked

I blushed as I realised what the she was referring to - masturbating. I shook my head slightly and said "No, no I'm fine, not at the moment."

"The doctor said you have to, every day. It's filthy, it's a disgusting thing to do but you have to do it. I have to help you."

I did not know what to say. My mum was shaking her head. Her brows were furrowed as if she was confused about what to do.

My reply was an 'umm' sound though it was quite low in my throat.

"Yes, yes...you have to do it. You have to do that filthy thing" mum said.

"Umm...," I replied. I didn't know what to say as I did not know if she was talking to me or herself

Both of us stared at each other in silence for a moment before she looked at me again. Her face seemed to be cross again.

"Pull it out then. Come on, pull it out now," my mum said.

I did not want to argue with her in this mood so put my own fingers on my waistband and underwear and started pulling both of them to expose my cock. My black pubes came into view, followed by the base of my shaft and balls. I paused for some reason before revealing the head of my penis and looked at my mum as if to ask for permission. Mum nodded and I pulled the rest of my bottoms and pants down. The hints at wanking my mum made had caused by cock to be semi hard.

"Ok" mum said as her right hand moved to wrap around the base of my cock. "Does it hurt?" she then said as she lifted my cock up by the base so it was sticking straighter in the air.

I tensed when she first touched my cock as the coldness of her hand on my cock made me jump. I didn't know what to think - my mum was touching my penis. My brain felt all fuzzy. All I could do was nod, however, indicating that it was ok for her to continue.

My mum then began to slowly move her hand from the base of my cock to the top. As she neared the top she folded the foreskin of my cock over the top of it, almost covering the head. She then slowly began to move her hand back down to the base of my cock, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the pink head.

"Filthy thing," mum said looking at my penis. "Is this hurting?"

I moved my head side to side to indicate a 'no' to my mum. The soft hands on my cock felt incredible. I looked at mum, she seemed to be concentrating on the movement her hand was making. I could see her breasts slowly move underneath the material of her indian Salwar Kameez also - they were a pleasant handful and I had fantasised in the past about what they may look like.

"Is this working?" Mum said to me as she continued stroking me, although slightly faster.

I was getting hard. It was not just the softness of my mum's hands touching me but it was what she was saying. I would never have expected to be in this situation with my own mother and it was making me excited.

"Hurry up then. You know how busy I am," Mum continued.

I was enjoying it. Mum had got into a good rhythm now almost a milking motion, rubbing my cock from the base to the top in smooth systematic strokes. It felt phenomenal.

I realised that I had been moving my hips back and forth in time with the movement up and down of her hand as if trying to fuck my mother's hand. The bed was very gently squeaking as my backside moved on it. The sound of my mother's hand moving seemed to get a bit wetter and I realised that I must have been leaking cum. I was getting close.

"Come on then. Do your dirty business," Mum said

I tried to think of unsexy thoughts so as to suppress my urge to cum but it was difficult given that the whole experience of mum being in my room wanking me was out of this world. I glanced at mum's breasts. They were moving up and down as her hands moved and I could see a faint ripple in her indian Salwar Kameez top. I felt the cum rise in my balls.

Mum's continued to pump my cock at a steady pace.

"I'm almost there" I said just audible over the sound of mum's hand moving faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum," I then said.

As I felt the cum move up from my balls it occurred to me that I had not planned where I was going to cum. My orgasm hit me before I could do anything and I felt a splurt of white cum erupt from my balls. This was followed by a few smaller jets that covered my mother's hand.

Mum quickly released her grip on my cock and looked at her breasts. My cum had hit her Salwar Kameez top and a sticky stain was forming over her right nipple.

My mum looked furious as she got up. She held her right hand in front of her, afraid to touch anything with its stickiness and worried that my cum might drop from her hand on to the floor. She was startled - as if she had not expected what would happen when I came. She turned and quickly moved out of the door. I heard the bath room door open and her go inside.

I pulled my bottoms back up, thankful that I had had some relief but worried about what my mum would say. A few moments later I heard my mum move from the bathroom to her bedroom and the door slam. She normally said goodnight to me before she went to bed but not tonight it seemed.

That night I struggled to sleep worrying about whether I had offended my mum - I had never used the word 'cum' in front of her and showing her my cock and cumming on her hand had surely damaged the relationship between us forever?!

I also felt ashamed that there was some smug satisfaction in showing her my cock and I thought about how she would look tugging me off without her indian Salwar Kameez top or even if she put her delicate lips on my cock instead of used her hands.

Most of all, I wondered what the next day would bring.

====Tuesday====

I didn't see my mum when I woke up the next day before I went to College. She went to work later than I went out so that was not unusual in and of itself it's just that I couldn't help thinking that she was angry with me.

All day at College I struggled at lectures thinking of what had gone on the night before. I still could not believe the doctor had prescribed my mum to masturbate me. I was worried about what the test results would say about the blocked glands to my penis but I couldn't help me excited too thinking back to my mother touching my penis with her hands.

The day at College went by slowly, I kept watching the clock hoping for home time. When it finally came I was the first to rush out the door and go home. This surprised my friends as normally I hated going home to such a strict traditional indian family.

When I got home my mum was not there - in my haste I guessed that I had got home before she had even finished work. I went upstairs and started playing computer games and completely forgot about what I had even rushed home in the first place.

A few hours must have passed when I heard my mum shout at me for dinner downstairs. I turned the computer off and then went downstairs sheepishly. I still had not spoken to mum since last night and the last thing I had heard her do was slam the door.

"Dinner's on the table, sit down and eat," mum said to me as I entered the kitchen. She had her back to me and was busying herself at the cooker.

I saw she was wearing an indian Salwar Kameez of a pink material with her black hair down tucked behind her ears.

I sat down at the table and began to eat. The food was good - my mum was a good cook. I just felt a bit down as she seemed to be even more unhappy with me than usual.

"After dinner, go upstairs and clean your room." Mum said to me as she continued making cooking noises in the kitchen.

I gulped down my food. The stern tone she was taking with me had taken the taste of food out my mouth completely and I felt a bit down. What's more, I felt that dull ache in my penis begin to return. It was only feint, however.

After finishing my dinner I took the plates to the kitchen and then went back upstairs and started cleaning my room. It had been a mess and it took me a good hour to tidy it all up and make things neat.

I stopped when I heard the door knob to my room turn. My mum entered into the room.

"Sit down," she said, gesturing towards the bed.

I did as told and moved to my bed and sat down on it, lying against the headrest.

"You need to do your dirty business again, don't you?" She said to me.

I didn't reply to her and just stared at my feet. The ache in me had been beginning to grow whilst cleaning but I had tried to ignore it.

"You took too long yesterday. I have not got time to mess around for ages," mum continued.My gaze did not shift from my feet.

"Pull it out, come on let's get this over with," mum said sternly.

My heart leaped when she said this. I was shocked though as I thought the whole thing was done with after what had happened yesterday with me cumming on her clothes.

"Well, come on," mum said impatiently.

I reached to my waistband and pulled my bottoms and boxers down exposing my penis. Mum moved towards me and touched my penis with her hand giving it a few gentle rubs.

"You have to be quicker this time, I haven't got all day to see this filthy business," mum said as she continued stroking me.

The sensation of her soft hands on my rod felt incredible. It was sending shivers up my spine. I felt her speed up her strokes increase until she built up to a steady rhythm. It was amazing seeing those brown hands going up and down on my brown penis.

"You're taking too long," mum said. "Touch my leg if it will make you hurry up."

I was surprised by this last statement and could not believe it when mum moved forward and put her right knee on the bed. This had the effect of presenting her leg to me to touch. I had never touched my mum before in anyway other than her hands or maybe a peck on the cheek. This was completely new and exciting.

I gingerly reached out with my hand and began touching my mum's leg, I could feel the softness of her pink Salwar Kameez pyjama bottoms. They were soft and the legs underneath them felt firm.

I started near the ankle and moved my hands up and down to my mum's knee. I felt past the knee, feeling my mum's hamstrings and thighs.

"You're creasing my Salwar Kameez," Mum said to me annoyed.

Surprisingly, my mum then released her grip on my penis and stood up backing away from me. She then bent forwards and her hands reached underneath her indian Salwar Kameez petticoats. The movement made it seem as if she was unfastening something. In a moment or so, mum pulled downwards and her Salwar Kameez bottoms fell to the floor. Mum stepped forwards out of them.

I had never before seen my mum undress and I was in awe. She was still wearing her indian Salwar Kameez top which hung to her knees but I could see her skin from the knees downwards. Mum again then moved forward putting a knee on the bed and reaching forward to stroke my penis with soft deliberate strokes.

After a moment, I reached forward with my hand again and began touching her leg. It was strange actually feeling my mum's legs. The skin was soft to the touch and I wondered whether she moisturised this part of her body. My hands touched my mum's ankles in circular motions. Although my mum was harsh on me I did not want to hurt her or leave red marks on her soft beige skin.

I felt at the ankles and then moved slowly up the calves to the thighs. I caressed the lower thighs for a moment. I was getting more and more excited the further my hands moved up my mum's body. I thought about whether I dared reach any higher. Maybe the top of the thighs would be ok. I was concerned that my mum might think I've gone too far at any moment and back away.

As my hands caressed in circles I deliberately moved each circle higher and higher up my mum's thighs. The skin felt softer the more I climbed up the leg. I could no longer see my hands themselves as they were obscured under the Kameez top my mum was wearing. It felt incredibly naughty putting my hands underneath the Kameez; it was so much naughtier touching something you could not see.

In-between each circular motion I glanced at my mum's face to see if there was any change in expression. I wanted to be on the look out for any sign of anger so that I could pull away and pretend what I had done that caused concern was just an accident. Mum's expression did not change, however. She was concentrating on my penis and stroking it with focus.

I moved my hands up to the top of the thighs. As my hands circled I felt it. Material. I could not see exactly what I was touching, underneath the Kameez, but as my hands moved it touched silky skin and then silky material. My mum was wearing panties. As I continued to explore I could feel that the way my mum's leg was positioned the panties covered her bum fully.

The touching of the material of the panties sent electric jolts through my body. I felt the cum rising and I could not control myself. This was all too new and too exciting. I tensed and then came. The cum shot out of my cock.

My mum was surprised by me cumming, as I had not shouted out as the day previous, and quickly tried to pull her hand away from my penis. Unfortunately, a stream went over her hand and Salwar. Mum looked furious.

"Eugh," mum said, backing away from me to stand up by my bed. "Look at the mess you've made."

I could see my semen making a dark stain on the sleeve of my mum's Kameez and I felt guilty. As mum stood up straighter her Kameez lowered to her knees fully. She half turned from me and picked up her Salwar and then walked angrily to the door before opening it and closing it. I heard heavy footsteps outside moving to towards the bathroom.

God, it had felt amazing feeling those soft hands on my penis and those legs and soft skin but the anger of the aftermath had left me shaken. I reached down and covered my deflating penis. I lay awake until I heard mum move from the bathroom to her bedroom 10 or so minutes later before I myself got ready for bed and went to sleep.

====Wednesday=====

All day at College I was thinking about the day before. Mum had been so angry that I had got semen on her Salvar Kameez. It was expensive with delicate embroidery and she had gotten it from India. I wanted to make her happy, I would have cleaned it or bought her a new one if I could but I did not know how to clean and I had no money to buy anything.

My mind was all over the place. Part of me was ecstatic that I had got to see my mother's legs and even toucher her bum! The other part felt that this was wrong and dirty. Part of me was really regretful that I had stained mum's clothes, the other part felt that it wasn't my fault and that I could not control where I ejaculated.

Concentrating at College with my mind in turmoil was difficult. All the while there was this gentle ache in my nether regions. When I had release in the night it would die down but then it would return the next day to its gradual level. Throughout the day it would build up again. If I didn't release then I was in agony. It seemed to be getting more and more powerful each day.

On Wednesdays I played football after College for the team. I was normally not bad for an indian guy who wasn't the most athletic but today I was terrible. I could barely kick the ball straight due to the discomfort I was feeling. As I was worried about what my mum would say after last night, I did not go home straight after practice but leisurely took my time despite my pain. I didn't get home until around 10 as it was getting dark.

I got into the house and it was quiet. I guessed that my mum had gone to sleep as it was getting quite late and she had work the next day. I went into the kitchen and warmed up some food to eat. My mum, in typical indian fashion always cooked too much so there was always leftover food in the fridge.

The discomfort that I was feeling earlier was growing as I ate but it was still bearable. I thought that if I tried to ignore it, it would go away and I would maybe be ok until tomorrow. I certainly did not want to wake mum up after the mood she had been in recently.

I so wanted to see mum's legs some more and feel her legs and bum. I had fantasised about them forever. I wanted to see her breasts and I wondered what her private parts looked like. I had never seen or touched a woman before and the experiences I had had so far had been mind blowing, even though mum had been angry with me each time.

After finishing eating my food I went upstairs to my room and started getting ready for bed. I felt a bit down about how my medical problems had caused a rift between me and my mum but maybe sleep would solve things.

Just as I was getting into bed I heard the knob to my door start to turn and the door open. My mum then entered into my room quickly and approached me on the bed. She had a serious look on her face, she always did really so im not sure why that surprised me.

Mum was wearing her long pink dressing gown. It was tightly tied at the front and covered her from neck to feet.

"You haven't had your medicine today," she said to me.

"No, I only just got back from practice," I replied sheepishly.

"I've got to work tomorrow. Do you know how inconvenient it is for me to have to wait up for you?" Mum said. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I didn't reply to her. I did not want to make her even more angry.

"Come on then, hurry up," Mum snapped at me as she moved to stand closer to me on the bed. She reached out a hand and sharply pulled at the waistband of my pyjamas. This had the effect of pulling it away from me and then snapping it towards me. I grimaced slightly as my waistband hit me.

Mum was staring at me looking impatient so I tried to hurry as best I could and pulled my pyjamas down. I was not wearing any boxers due to the discomfort that I had been feeling all day.

Mum reached out a hand and touched my penis. She then began slowly stroking it up and down.

"You're not ready," Mum said crossly as she jerked me. I looked at my brown penis and I was not hard. Mum's stern expression, her being fully clothed, and how she had snapped my waistband had not aroused me.

"I..uh..don't know," I stuttered to mum. I wasn't sure how to direct her to arouse me and get me hard. It wasn't the type of conversation I could ever imagine having with my mum!

"Oh for goodness sake," mum said releasing my penis.

Mum's hands moved to the tie holding her dressing gown closed and began untying it. The tie undid and fell either side of her. I was excited when she undid her dressing gown but this turned to disappointment when I saw she was wearing a long pink night dress underneath that went down to just below her knees.

Mum then moved forward and touched my penis with her right hand and began stroking it again.

"Touch my leg if it will speed this up," mum then said as she reached for the hem of her night dress with her left hand and began pulling it upwards with her knee bent on the bed close to me.

My mum is right handed but her right hand was occupied stroking my penis. It was odd seeing her struggling to pull the hem of her robe upwards with her left hand. Gradually more and more of her beige flesh became visible to me and I became more and more aroused.

I found it slightly strange that mum was revealing her legs to me and asking me to touch her as she was only wearing her night clothes. She was not wearing her expensive salwar kameez that she did not want to be dirtied or creased.

Mum pulled with her left hand awkwardly. First her knees became visible and then her thighs. She certainly must not have meant it but the pulling movement she made with her left hand meant that, rather than stopping, the hem of the skirt folded over and more was visible than it should be. I could see the white panties that my mum was wearing! The hem of the robe was folded on top of it.

Wow I thought. The panties looked incredible with the whiteness of the material contrasting gorgeously against the beige skin of my mum. The panties were cotton and looked to be of sturdy material but I could see the fullness of my mum's bottom.

I reached out a hand and started feeling the softness of my mum's skin. I did not waste time as my mum seemed in a rush so quickly moved my hand up the leg and towards my mum's bum. As I touched the bottom I noticed the speed at which mum was stroking my penis begin to increase.

My hand's felt at the globes of the butt cheaks in smooth circular motions. When I did not notice my mum object I became more adventurous and moved my hand closer and closer to the crease of the panties. I touched at the strip of material separating one bum cheek from the other. This was thicker in material than the rest of the underwear.

I couldn't help thinking that just a strip of material was separating my hand from my mum's privates. I thought I could sense heat emanating onto my hand but this must have been my imagination.

"You're making a mess," my mum then said which interrupted me from the flow of thoughts I had just been thinking.

My gaze moved away from my mum's backside towards my penis and my mum. She was looking at my penis with a cross expression. I looked down and saw that pre-cum had been oozing from my penis. Some was on my mum's fingers making them sticky which she was not happy with.

Mum gave me along hard look and then said: "I will not have you making a mess of my clothes again,"

Mum then released her grip on my penis and stood straighter. She had been standing by my bed with one knee on it leaning over towards me but now she stood tall. Her hands moved to the hem of her nightdress and she began lifting it higher, up over her head.

As the nightdress was lifted I saw the front of my mum's white panties be revealed followed my her stomach. My mum's stomach was soft and natural. It very slightly stuck out which must have been to do with childbirth and age rather than fat.

The nightdress kept lifting and my mum's bra came into view. It was white and matched the panties she was wearing. The breasts were covered in plenty of strong white material but I could see that they were of a good size.

Mum half turned and folded the nightdress on top of the discarded robe. Then she turned back towards me and bent her head slightly lower so that her long black hair fell forward covering her face and bra. Mum then reached behind her back with her hands and I saw her struggle for a moment before her bra straps fell down. I swallowed as I realised that my mum had just undid her bra! Her hands then moved back to her sides.

I saw my mum's right hand move towards her left armpit and then move slightly forward towards me. My mum's left hand then moved towards her right armpit so that it was behind and obscured by her right arm. I saw my mum's bra was held within her right hand and she moved that hand behind her and placed her bra on top of her neatly folded nightdress.

My mum raised her face to look at me and brushed the hair from out of her face with her right hand. I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. My mum was sitting with her knees up on my bed in just her white panties. Her left arm was clasped over her breasts, however, with her palm covering her right nipple and her arm covering her left. I was speechless.

Even though my mum's nipples were covered I could see her cleavage and the entire outline of the breasts. They were larger than they looked when she wore a bra. They looked heavy. I couldn't help thinking that these were the breasts that I had sucked on as a child. How inviting they looked now I was an adult.

I was so turned on at the sight of my mum. As she reached for my penis and began stroking me I was in awe as I saw her breasts gently shake alongside her right arm's movement.

My mum must have seen me looking at her and ogling her breasts as she said: "come on now," to me.

I so wanted to stare at her body and those breasts. I wanted to touch her but I forced myself to concentrate on my penis and those soft hands touching me...willing the cum from me...those systematic strokes...yes...I felt it...I needed release.

I grunted as I felt the cum rise from my balls and then I came. The cum went on my mother's hand but a bit hit her breast just above where her arm was covering her nipples. I saw mum's face become cross when the semen landed on her but she did not seem as upset as she was previously.

Rather than storming off as she had done previously, mum instead squeezed my penis with her hand wiping all the cum from my penis onto her hand. Then she got off the bed, turned and picked up her clothes. When she picked up her clothes I knew that she had released covering her nipples but her back was to me and I couldn't see them. How I wished I had a mirror on my wall.

"Go to sleep now," Mum said to me as she began walking out the door.

"Good night, mum," I said in reply. For the first time all week I felt slightly contended. Maybe this was a turning point for me and my mum?Wednesday night's sleep was fitful. I could not stop thinking about my mum touching me whilst wearing next to nothing. True I had not actually seen any of her most private parts but as a guy who had not seen more than a female's ankle in his 18 years to date the experience had been mind blowing.

Not only had I got to see a female but it was my mum! It was the woman who had been there for me my entire life but was completely off limits. My mum was an Indian housewife who brought me up single handedly and it was erotic thinking about how I had seen her without her heavy Indian saris and suits.

The good feelings were, however, mixed with bad. I was sporadically in pain. I couldn't help thinking that there was something seriously wrong with me. In fact as an indian, I was religious and I couldn't help thinking that what me and my mum had been doing was wrong on religious grounds and I was being punished. The more of mum I saw the more my pain seemed to get worse, it felt like karma was getting me. I half thought this was silly but I did not know what to think.

I was lying in bed thinking when I heard movement outside my door followed by a creak as the handle to my door turned. My eyes had been closed but the movement made me open my eyes slightly. Sunlight was just beginning to peak through the blinds of my room.

In the dimness of my bedroom I could make out a figure as my bedroom door began to open and turn - I recognised the shape immediately as my mum.

I peeked through the slits of my eyes and saw beige feet with pink toenails. My gaze lingered upwards and I recognised that she was wearing the same long pink nightgown that she had been wearing last night. It was loose on her and baggy. Mum had a soft middle parting and her black hair hung down with the tips landing on her chest.

I pretended I was asleep as I peered through tiny gaps in my eyelids but I knew that mum knew she had awoken me.

"Don't pretend to be asleep, I could hear your bed rustling," Mum said.

Her voice sounded stern which caught me by surprise as for the first time all week she had been even tempered with me last night. I really hoped, in that moment, that she had not resumed her anger towards me and my condition she had shown at the start of the week.

"You're in pain again, aren't you?" Mum continued. "Is that why you were making so much noise?"

When she mentioned pain I felt myself grimace as I thought about the dull pain I had been feeling as I slept. It was not severe just a gentle dullness that was causing the mildest of discomforts. As I realised I had grimaced, I couldn't help grimacing further as I realised mum must have seen my face change to indicate I was awake.

There was no point pretending any further, I thought, so my eyes opened slightly wider. My eyes were now half their normal size. I was still sleepy, it seemed still very early in the morning.

I saw mum edge from the doorway further into the room and heard my bed floorboards creak as she did so.

"You need it again, don't you?" Mum said as she moved closer to me on the bed.

There was an emphasis on the word 'it.' 'Masturbation' or 'wanking' or any rude word such as that was completely forbidden in our house. The most offensive word that could be used was 'privates.' I knew what she was referring to. I couldn't help getting slightly excited at Mum referring to private parts of the body.

"Is that why you were moving around so much? Causing so much noise?" Mum continued edging closer and closer to me.

I didn't reply. The tone of her voice sounded angry.

As mum reached me I saw her grab the covers of my bed angrily and pull them back. I was wearing a t-shirt and jogging bottoms underneath the bed. I recoiled slightly as my bed covers were yanked away from me.

"Julthi fehr [quickly then]," Mum snapped at me as she slapped my left thigh, the thigh closest to the edge of the bed where she was standing. The slap was not hard, I was a grown man after all, but it did sting.

I took this slap to mean that she wanted me to pull my pyjamas down so I lifted my hips slightly and pulled my pyjamas and boxers down with one fluid motion. My black curly pubic hair and my brown penis came into view. I was not large - maybe 6-6.5" when fully hard but I wasn't small either. My penis fit my body type which was standard Indian build - not tall and not short, not fat and not slim.

I felt coldness on my penis and realised that mum had touched it. It looked fat and ugly when compared with her pretty hands.

"You're not ready," Mum said with a flat tone. "Don't you know that I have to go to work?"

By 'ready' I guessed my mum meant 'hard.' I felt guilty at being soft and that I was causing mum hassle in the morning when she had a busy day at work. There aren't many indian single mothers around and I always wished that I could help her out more. I wanted to be hard. I wanted to cum quickly so that I wasn't causing her bother.

I thought about the soft hands on my penis. I wished the coldness of the touch would make me hard but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. I looked at mum, really looked at her. She was a woman. She had a nice body. It wasn't fat, it was soft in the right places.

I liked her light skin, beige in colour. I liked her black hair. I thought I could see the body move slightly underneath mum's pink dressing gown but it was loose fitting so I may have been imagining it. I wanted to be hard, but I was struggling.

Mum moved even closer to the bed and put her knees on the edge, her face showed no expression. I felt my penis become warmer as she released it from her hand. Her hands then moved to her sides and she slowly lifted up her night dress.

More and more of my mum's beige legs came into view as her night dress lifted. Her legs looked smooth and soft. Prior to this week I had never seen them before. Watching my mother slowly lift her night dress to me, the night dress that I had seen her walk around the house with for years, excited me.

As the night dress lifted I saw more and more of my mum's thighs. Her panties came into view. They were pink, different from the ones she had been wearing the night before. The pink colour contrasted beautifully against my mum's beige skin.

The night dress continued to lift and I saw my mum's stomach which was soft and slightly stuck out. I noticed that my mum's belly button was an inward one as I looked closer. As I saw mum's stomach I felt lucky that my mum was still in good shape. Many of my friend's Indian mothers had not looked after themselves and were quite fat. None of my friends had ever made any comments about my mother being hot or sexy or anything like that - we were Indians and we didn't say such things. We were respectful.

Mum stopped lifting her night dress. I thought this was sudden but this may have been because I was concentrating so much on getting hard. She had stopped lifting her night dress just before her breasts. I could see the material of her night dress folded on top of her breast area. I wondered if mum was wearing a bra or not.

When I saw mum stop lifting her dress at her breasts I actually felt disappointed. She had taken it fully off last night. Despite myself, I felt my face contort to a frown. I really wanted to see my mum's breasts. I had not seen her nipples yet and I couldn't help myself thinking about what they might look like.

Mum must have noticed my expression turn to a frown as she gave me a sharp look as she reached her hand forward and began stroking my penis.

"This is disgusting and I haven't got much time," mum said. "You better control yourself and not make a mess."

I nodded my head slightly in reply. I had made a mess of my mum's clothes a few days ago when my semen had spilt on them. I wandered if I could control the amount that I ejaculated. I wasn't sure. I hoped mum would not be angry with me if I couldn't. The worry was not helping me get hard. I was semi hard at the moment. Seeing mum unclothe had excited me but I still did not feel fully ready.

I saw mum's right hip shift slightly towards me and wondered whether mum was giving me permission to touch her leg. I looked at mum and I thought I detected a slight nod in her head though her body was moving as she stroked me so I could not be sure.

I tentatively reached out with my left hand and touched mum's legs. This felt naughty as she had not given me express permission to touch her as before. She had just kept silent and I had made the move this time. I felt myself get slightly harder as I touched the outside of her thigh and stroked it up and down.

My hands moved in soft circles, I was trying to ease towards my mum's bum and her panties but I did not want to make that seem too obvious. After a moment, I felt the pantie material. It was soft cotton and felt good against my fingers. I couldn't help thinking about the difference between my abrasive boxers and these smooth panties. They were both cotton, why did mum's feel so much better. Was I imagining this sensation?

As I gently stroked mum's back I felt mum shift on the bed. Her left arm, the arm furthest away from me was moving. Indeed mum was bending down slightly more than previous, almost putting her back flat and she was bending over slightly more.

I caught a gasp in my throat as I realised that this made her bum stick out from the bed. I was even more surprised when I saw the back of mum's panties slowly begin to lower. I thought that she must be pulling them down from the left hand side, the side obscured by her body.

More and more of my mum's bum cheeks became visible to me. The skin was pale brown, it was lighter than the skin on her arms and body. The panties stopped moving, my mum was still wearing them I realised but she had pulled the back down so that her bum was visible. As mum was bent over I could not tell if her front was fully covered but I assumed it was as the panty straps were still held up.

I continued my gentle stroking, I desperately wanted to put my hands on the soft skin of those bum cheeks but I did not want my mum to object to this. I thought the best thing to do was to work my way to those cheeks slowly as my hand moved in soft circles.

As my hand moved towards the flesh of the bum cheeks I felt my excitement rise even further. The cheeks were so soft and the skin so perfect. I so wanted to grab a fistful. I so wanted to put my hands down the crevice and see what I could find there. I felt myself get fully hard now.

"Gandu [dirty]," I heard mum say as she continued to stroke me.

I realised that mum must be looking at my fully hard penis now. I felt ashamed at this but I was feeling so excited touching her bum and feeling it that I couldn't stop now.

I was being assaulted by sensations. The sensations of my mum's hands rocking my penis back and forward, pulling up and then down in a steady movement. The gentle tug against my balls on her down stroke. The sensations of my mum's soft skin on my hands. I was wide awake.

I tried to hold on. I remembered what mum had told me about not making a mess but it was so difficult. I wanted release. I couldn't stop myself. I grunted as I felt semen rising in my balls and then it hit me.

I came.

The release felt incredible. I really needed it after such a fitful night's sleep.

"I told you to control yourself," mum said. She, surprisingly, did not sound angry. If anything it was more of a resigned tone of voice. Her face looked cross, however.

She had released my penis and was wringing her hands together. I could see a dark patch near her right breast and realised that I must have come on her nightdress and her hand.

I released mum's bum and she quickly pulled her panties up before standing up from the bed. Her night dress fell down as she did this once again covering her gorgeous stomach and legs.

"Get ready for college now," Mum said sternly as she turned and walked out of my room.

I felt exhausted after what had just happened but it was time for college. At least the ache had gone for the time being but I wandered how I could control the mess I kept making.

====Evening=====

I felt a bit better later on that day at College. My mum had a tough time of it without my father being there to support her so she was never the friendliest of people but not having her be angry with me always put me in good spirits. Plus I was still pinching myself about feeling my mum's bum.

I found myself day dreaming mum's breasts and bum. I imagined that those breasts were full of milk and that I was sucking on them. I imagined that mum's bum was chocolate and I was sucking on those fleshy cheeks. I still so desperately wanted to see the nipples and wondered how big they were and what colour they were - were they black or brown or beige like my mum's skin?

I wasn't sure what that evening would bring. So far this week I had been relived only once a day but the pains I was experiencing were starting to come more and more frequently. The doctor had only directed mum to help me once a day - would she do it twice? The pains I was feeling had been growing stronger and stronger as the week had progressed and, although hesitant at first, I really needed relief.

When I got home I saw that mum was already there. She was in the kitchen making dinner and was wearing loose black jogging bottoms and a loose top.

I said hello as I entered and then went upstairs to change into my jogging bottoms which were my usual house clothes. I played on my computer upstairs for an hour or so until I heard mum shout at me downstairs that dinner was ready.

I went downstairs and saw the table had been set. My roti and dahl was on the table, mum was sitting opposite me. We didn't usually converse much when we ate. We both generally wanted to eat quickly and then resume our normal activities - mum with her house work and me with my computer games.

I couldn't help looking at mum when I eat. Whereas for the first 18 years of my life it would have been strange to see her not fully covered from face to feet, now it felt odd to not be able to see her body. It was only that morning that I had got to see and even feel her soft legs and bum. I couldn't help picturing her unclothed as I sat across from her eating dinner and it was making me feel awkward.

"When you're finished with your dinner, tidy your room," mum said to me without expression as she continued eating.

The state of my room was a constant bug bear for my mother. She wanted the house to be spotlessly tidy. The problem was that I always seemed to be in a rush to get ready for College so often my clothes were stung out over the room. When I played on my computer I also had a habit of leaving CDs scattered in the room.

"Ok, mum," I said to her solemnly as I finished eating. I then took my dirty plates to the kitchen before proceeding to my room.

I went upstairs quickly after being in the kitchen and immediately began tidying my room. I'm not sure how it was still so messy - I had cleaned it only a few days before. It took me 30 minutes to tidy it as I had to drag the hoover upstairs to clean it properly.

Just as I was finishing cleaning, I heard the door to my room open and my mum enter. She was still wearing the loose clothes she had been wearing earlier.

"Better," Mum said, presumably referring to the state the room is in. "Go and have a shower now."

Mum then exited my bedroom. I did feel sweaty after having cleaned so grabbed a towel and then went into the bathroom.

I got undressed and then turned the shower on. I washed myself making sure to clean under my arms. When I was finished turned the shower off and began drying myself with a towel.

When I turned the shower off and began drying myself I heard the door knob of the bathroom try and open. I had looked it.

"I'm having a shower," I called out over the noise of the shower.

"Open the door," I heard mum's voice say sternly.

Uncertain, I turned the shower off and wrapped the towel I was drying myself with around my waist. I unlocked the shower door and opened it slightly.

Mum came into the bathroom which forced me back slightly and I edged backwards towards the bath tub instinctively away from her.

"You've been making too much of a mess taking your 'medicine' so you will have to have to have it in here," Mum said expressionless. "Get in the bath," she ordered me.

I hesitated for a moment but I saw that her expression was quite stern so I slowly got into the bath tab. We had a bath tub with a shower attached to the wall - it could be used as either a bath or a shower. I still had my towel around me. I felt self-conscious as the top half of my body was exposed. My brown skin had small black hairs covering it.

Mum then moved forward, reaching out a hand and touching the towel aggressively.

"I don't have all day, are you ready?" Mum said to me.

My mum being in the shower with me and being strict had not aroused me at all and, as mum pulled the towel from me, my penis came into view which was flaccid.

Mum reached out her hand and touched my penis. She cupped it in her hand and gave it a few strokes. As I was in the bath tub and she was standing next to the tub she had to reach to grab me by my privates. Her body and posture looked awkward reaching for me.

After a moment, mum released me and stood up. Her face was blank but I could see her forehead slightly furrowed.

"Wait here," Mum said as she turned and went out from the bathroom.

I stood in the bath tub waiting. I was dry but I felt awkward and cold waiting there completely naked. I wondered if I should play with myself and try and make myself hard but thought against it as my mum might return any moment.

After a few moments mum came back in. She was still wearing the loose clothes she was wearing earlier but she had a bundle of clothes in her hand also.

"Turn around," Mum said to me sharply as she put the objects she was carrying on to the clothes basket.

As I turned around I noticed that mum had turned away from me towards the clothes basket and was lifting up her top. I could see the skin of her back become visible. I did not want to disobey mum so turned around reluctantly. I was enjoying the sight of her smooth back becoming visible.

I waited for what felt like an age but must only have been one or two minutes. I tried to keep my mind occupied by looking at the tiles surrounding the shower nozzle of the bath. They were blue and white and a couple had fine cracks. When I'm earning money I thought about how I would be able to afford a bigger bathroom and a bigger shower.

My thoughts were disturbed as I heard the bathtub squeak to my left. I glanced to my left and saw the pale brown skin of my mum next to me in the bath. She had just clambered over.

I realised then that mum had just gotten changed. She had changed from her loose clothes into a two piece swimsuit. This amazed me as I did not think mum owned such a garment. I could not remember her ever having gone swimming so I wandered where this had come from.

The swim suit consisted of black bikini top and black bottoms. I could see mum's deep cleavage in her bikini top, her breasts were a good size and she filled her bikini top. Mum's stomach also looked good, it was soft and slightly stuck out due to her pregnancy and age but it was natural. There was no fat on her.

Mum moved towards me in the bath tub, we were both standing, and then reached out a hand touching my penis. I had gone cold standing in the bath and her hands felt warm. She started stroking me underarm with her right hand and I began to enjoy the sensations on my penis. She had to bend down slightly to stroke me which looked awkward.

After a few moments, I guessed that the awkwardness of mum's standing position was causing an ache in her arm as she then knelt down in the bath tub facing me. This meant that my penis was around her neck height and her stroking technique changed from underarm to overarm to accommodate. I noticed that her strokes became stronger and more deliberate as she changed position.

I looked down from where I was standing. I could see my brown penis getting harder and bigger and mum stroking it with her right hand in an overhand grip. I could see mum's hair parted in the middle and a mass of it hanging down and I could see mum's cleavage and her breasts padding out her black bikini top.

The sight of that cleavage was exciting me, especially the way that mum's breasts seemed to shake slightly as she stroked me. I was also getting excited by the position we were both in - it looked like mum was pointing my penis towards her as she stroked me. It felt naughty to be showing myself so blatantly to her.

I saw mum's head tilt upwards and her eyes became visible to me looking down at her. I had forgotten how pretty those big brown eyes were as I looked at them.

"Julthi kartho [do it quickly]," mum said as she continued to stroke me.

I frowned as mum said this and felt my face muscles tensing. I was really trying to cum quickly but I wasn't ready yet. I tried to focus on mum's beautiful big brown eyes, her silky hair and light supple skin. I tried to think about mum's inviting breasts and imagine what those nipples looked like. It was ludicrous but I imagined mum was milking and that I was sucking milk from her big nipples. These wild thoughts were making me excited and hard but not enough to cum yet.

"Aren't you ready yet?" Mum asked sternly, snapping at me.

"I'm...sorry mum," I half mumbled in reply. I was embarrassed at failing in front of my mum.

"Touch me if it will hurry this up," mum said.

She was not looking at me at me but I could see from the top of her head she was staring straight ahead. I guessed, from her position, her eyes would be level with the top of my pubic hair.

I hesitated. I immediately thought about touching her breasts but I wasn't sure if this was what she meant. What if she meant her hair or head or neck? A misplaced touch could be disastrous for me. I didn't want to make mum angry. I tentatively reached out with my right hand and touched her collar on her left hand side. I could feel the soft skin and the black strap of her bikini bottoms. I enjoyed this touch but it wasn't the most exciting place I could be touching.

"Come on," mum urged. Her voice sounded angrier than previously.

To my embarrassment, I jumped slightly when she snapped at me.

I made my decision quickly. Mum wanted me to hurry up so there was only one thing I could do to achieve this - I had to touch her breasts. My hands moved, quicker than I thought I could. I stroked down mum's top and over her right mound and then my fingers went underneath mum's bikini top.

I wasn't sure what I would feel under the bikini top. I had never seen a girl naked in real life or felt one. I knew what my own nipples felt like but I was surprised at how much bigger my mum's nipples were. I could not see them, they were hidden by her bikini top, but I could feel them. They felt hard and stuck out. The skin around them felt full and soft.

I pinched my finger tips together slightly, taking a handful of breast flesh. I was careful not to be too aggressive, I just wanted to see if there was enough to fill my hand and there was. It felt incredible to be holding so much soft delicate flesh in my hand.

I then released the handful and moved my fingers together. The change in texture from the soft breast skin to the courser nipple skin excited me. I moved my fingers even closer together and could feel the nipple itself. It was big and hard but also soft and delicate and I was concerned I would cause mum discomfort if I squeezed too tightly.

My fingers clenched and released. The feelings hitting me were incredible - pleasure radiated from my hands touching those delicate breasts and pleasure radiated from my groin as my mum continued to stroke me. Her strokes seemed to get faster and faster the more that I played with her nipples.

I could hear a wet sound as my penis was stroked. It felt like my penis was oozing a lot of pre cum, I could see faint wet patches on my mum's skin, just below her neck. I wandered if the pace that mum was stroking me was causing this. She had complained about me making a mess previously but she was not doing so now. She was stroking me faster and faster, the sensations were leaving tingles through my body.

It became too much for me. The sensations were more than I could handle. I could feel the cum rising inside me. As I felt this, a moment of panic took me as I realised how close my mum was to me. I couldn't stop though, I couldn't do anything. I was caught in stasis. My body tensed and then I felt it.

I came and the release felt incredible. My eyes were forced closed due to the pleasure and I felt my penis jerk once, twice, three times. The pleasure subsided, I felt the strokes of my mother still though much much slower. I opened my eyes and was shocked at what I saw.

My mum was still on her knees in front of me and stroking my penis very gently. She was almost scooping the residue of semen from my penis. Her body, the space just above her breasts, had two thick blobs of semen on there. I couldn't help thinking about how erotic it was for my semen to be clinging against my mother.

I saw mum give my penis a final squeeze with her hand. Her hand also looked to have thick semen on it which she casually rubbed on her chest too cleaning her fingers. Mum started to stand up and I instinctively backed away worried about what she might say to me.

"I'm going to clean up now. Go to your room and go to sleep," mum said without emotion.

I nodded agreement and then quickly moved past her and over the sides of the bath tub. I grabbed my towel that lay discarded on the floor and wrapped it around me. The rush to get out of the bathroom had deflated my penis.

As I opened the door and moved to step out of it, I saw mum out the corner of my eye put her back to me. Her hands were moving to the fastening of her bikini top behind her back. I gulped silently as I moved out the door and closed it behind me - how I wished I could have stayed in there to see mum getting naked. The thought of it caused my penis to lurch suddenly though it remained flaccid.

Maybe I would get to see mum naked some other time I thought as I went to my room and got ready for sleep. Friday

I woke groggily on Friday morning with sleep still on my eyes. The dullness in my nether regions was still there in the background. It seemed to be slightly stronger and more powerful than previously which was concerning but I thought I could handle it. I still had not heard from the doctor with regards to how the tests were progressing but we had an appointment scheduled for Monday to check things out - even thinking about this made me feel nervous.

My relationship with Mum was still of a concern to me. She was a busy working Indian mother. Bringing up a child, a son especially, on her own had been tough on her. Looking after a family and a career was difficult. Yes, she got stressed sometimes but I could not blame her. Mum didn't show much emotion towards me, indeed she was strict with me, but that was because she wanted the best from me. She loved me and I loved her too, even if she always seemed to be angry with me lately.

I still couldn't comprehend how Mom had been behaving since the doctor prescribed masturbation as a medical treatment. I had never had a girlfriend but I had gotten to see my Mum's body and even shared sexual activity with her. Even thinking about what I had seen and done aroused me. It also made me feel wrong and dirty though. Me and Mum were religious and what we were doing was wrong. Was it acceptable because a doctor had told us to do this? I didn't know but maybe if I didn't think about it I would feel a bit better.

Hiding feelings rather than expressing them was normal in an Indian household after all.

I clambered downstairs still musing over my thoughts, I hadn't been able to sleep. It was still very early in the morning, too early to start getting ready for school. Maybe I would get a drink and watch TV for a while before it was time to go. I would just sit in my night time t-shirt and boxer shorts as even my Mum wouldn't be up at this time.

As I opened the kitchen door I saw my Mum standing with her back to me by the kitchen sink. She was wearing a long dressing gown which covered her to the floor. I could see her black hair at the back. As I saw her I felt nervous as I was only wearing my night time t-shirt and boxer shorts - I hadn't expected her to be up so early in the morning otherwise I would have put some proper clothes on.

I was at a conundrum. I wasn't sure if I should go back and put some jogging bottoms on or make my presence known and see if I could get to the sink. If I turned to walk away and Mum turned around then she may think I was slinking around the house and scald me for doing so. I contemplated this unsure and didn't realise I had unconsciously edged closer into the kitchen.

Even as I took a first step into the kitchen, I saw Mum turn around to face me. Her dressing gown was tied at the middle with cords.

"Why are you up early?" Mum asked then without giving me a Moment to answer continued "are you hurting?"

Her face looked concerned and she started edging towards me. Instinctively I moved slightly away from her, not towards the door as I didn't want to look as though I was running away, but towards the kitchen cabinets.

"You're hurting aren't you? I can see it in your face," Mum said as she continued to advance towards me.

I was in discomfort but it was not unbearable. My grimace was more to do with the awkwardness of the situation than anything medical. My Mum had seen my penis but I did not usually walk around the house in just my boxers. We were civilised people and when in the company of others, even close family, you should be properly clothed.

"I'm...i'm ok," I said to Mum. I did want relief (what young man wouldn't?) but I didn't want my Mum to be worried about me and her face was showing concern.

Mum continued to move towards me. Even this early in the morning her face looked pretty with no blemishes. Her dark black hair framed her beige coloured skin and was set off by her piercing brown eyes. Her brow was slightly furrowed which indicated her concern.

Mum reached out towards me with her hand. I saw her neatly done nails - as a working woman she had her nails done regularly so as to look professional in the office. I then startled as she touched my boxers in the centre, right where my penis was resting. Involuntary, in shock, I stepped back half a step. Mum continued to move forward and her hand followed me as I moved back.

I felt the kitchen cabinet behind me so was forced to stop moving backwards. Mum's hand continued moving towards me, however, until it came into contact with my boxers. I felt her hand, in an underarm position, and her fingers tighten slightly as if to trace out my penis resting in my boxers. I felt Mum move her hand delicately back and forward as if checking as to how hard I was. Mum was only a step or so away from me at this point.

"I need to get ready for work, come on now," Mum said to me in her stern tone as she continued stroking me.

I felt awkward standing in the kitchen in my boxers whilst my Mum stood in front of me rubbing me. Mum's fingers were starting to arouse me but it didn't feel right as the kitchen was where we make dinner. It wasn't a place to be unclothed or do anything naughty.

Mum was standing in front of me, looking at me, and then saw her eyes dart to the side of me as if inspecting something there. She released her touch on my boxers and I felt myself straighten slightly. I had unknowingly been cowering due to embarrassment when she had touched me.

Mum then reached for kitchen towels that were on the side of the kitchen cabinet and put it on the floor in front me. That is what she had been looking at a Moment ago. This confused me as I wasn't sure whether she wanted me to pick it up or step on it or what she had planned. I didn't know whether to ask her why she had done that but I felt too awkward still to make any decent conversation.

Mum then interrupted my thoughts by beginning to lower herself down. She slowly descended whilst taking off her dressing gown and putting that on top of the cabinet. I didn't know what to think - Mum was now on her knees in front of me in the kitchen. Underneath her dressing gown she had been wearing a sleeveless camisole top. I could see thin straps holding her top which went across her shoulders. I couldn't see any bra straps.

Mum then again reached forward. Her right hand moved to the centre of my boxers and began touching me gently. Her left hand went to my waistband and began pushing my boxers downwards. I half froze as my boxers were lowered and I felt myself turn red as my penis sprang up out of them. It felt really naughty to be showing Mum my penis in the kitchen - we were not tucked away in the bedroom or bathroom as previously where nudity was tolerated.

I felt a soft hand touch my penis and began stroking me. It felt fantastic on my skin. I could see Mum kneeling really close to me, I almost felt as though I could feel her breath on my penis but it might have just been the draft in the kitchen.

"Julthi kar [do it quickly], I need to go to work," Mum said as she continued stroking me.

Mum seemed to shift her body, pulling her shoulders back slightly and angling her torso so that she was tilted slightly back away from me. The effect on me was that it seemed like she was sticking her breasts out to me. Her breasts were a nice size, a nice handful, though they were covered in her strappy camisole top.

I tentatively reached out a hand and stroked Mum's bare collar, the skin was so soft and delicate. I then let my hands wander downwards over her smooth body and then into the cups of material holding my Mum's breast. The breast was exquisite in my fingers, soft skin but firm. My fingers being partially hidden inside my Mum's top made it even naughtier.

Looking at Mum I noticed that her big brown eyes looked really pretty though her face was with no expression. Her pale light brown, beige skin looked like it was glistening in the early morning sunlight. Her lips looked pink and plump.

I was slightly disgusted at myself as I couldn't help thinking about how much I wanted Mum to open her mouth and suck on my penis. My penis felt hard as steel and I wanted it to be tempered with Mum's sticky saliva.

"Come on," Mum said sternly.

As she did so I noticed her left hand, her free hand move towards me. She continued to jerk me with her right hand, not missing a Moment. Mum's left hand touched the base of my penis and then, remarkably, moved downwards over my balls. Mum began gently stroking my ball sack with her left hand whilst she stroked me. This was completely unexpected and took me aback for a moment. The feelings were good though so I recovered. It felt like my semen was being stimulated on two fronts. I almost felt like it was increasing my semen production.

The double sensations around my crotch - the penis head and my balls - with the sensations of my fingers feeling Mum's breasts and the visual stimulation of looking at Mum's beautiful face so close to me was too much. I couldn't hold out for much longer. I felt cum rising, rising ever faster each time Mum moved my ball sack.

My breathing became more laboured and I let out a quiet grunt and came. My penis twitched with each jet - 3 in total with each a few seconds apart. The release was incredible. Standing up, I felt my legs slightly give away before I steadied myself against the kitchen counter that I was leaning against. I hadn't eaten anything yet and my orgasm was so powerful on an empty stomach I struggled for a moment.

I saw that Mum had released my ball sack with her left hand and was stroking me with long deliberate strokes with her right hand. I could see the last few drops of semen being squeezed out of my penis.

I was slightly horrified when I saw that my cum had hit Mum as she had been so close to me. There were splotches on her neck and even one on her chin. Thankfully Mum did not seem to have noticed this and was continuing to stroke my deflating penis. She hadn't shouted at me or been angry which I had feared. I wondered if she had begun to tolerate the mess I made?

Abruptly Mum let go of my penis which fell back towards me.

"Go and get ready for College now," Mum said.

She looked down at her top and I realised that my right hand was still inside there touching her breast. I quickly released her body and pulled my hand back, pulling up my boxers to cover myself. I noticed Mum had not cleaned my semen from her face or neck yet as I turned away from her and began to walk back to my room.

I still felt thirsty, as I had not had the glass of water I went into the kitchen for, but didn't want to go against Mum's order. I did feel a bit better though as the pain had subdued as I showered and then got ready for College.

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College was the usual fare of boring classes. I was nervous though about the parent's evening later on where the teachers would be reporting on my progress in classes to Mum. Mum was quite strict and demanded that I get good marks. I was doing ok but I was not top of the class by any means and I just hoped my teachers didn't say anything too bad about me.

I got home and saw that Mum was there as her car was parked outside. She must have finished early too get ready to go to parent's evening with me. I got in and didn't have much time to play on the computer or anything before I was being called down for dinner. Mum was a good cook and dinner was always a meal that I looked forward to.

We didn't tend to talk much over dinner, Mum was always preoccupied with work or something else that was going on and I wasn't a big talker anyway. It was just a family thing to do, even though it was only the two of us since dad passed away.

"The parent's evening finishes quite late tonight and I will be tired when we get back," Mum said. "So you will have to have your medicine before we go."

'Medicine' was what Mum called her masturbating me. We didn't tend to use swear words of any description in the house.

"I will do it before I shower," Mum said as she began walking towards the stairs. "Come to my room after you have tidied away the table."

It was only when I began clearing the table that I realised Mum had told me to go to her room. Her room was normally off limits and I did not go into very often. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been in there.

I loaded the dishwasher with the dishes and hesitated before I went upstairs. It must have been 10-15 minutes since we had finished dinner. I hadn't eaten a lot as I was nervous about parent's evening later on and this nervousness was increasing as I wasn't sure what to expect when I went upstairs.

I walked to my Mum's door. I wondered whether I should knock but she had told me to come in so I didn't as I thought she must have been expecting me. I gently opened the door, trying not to make much noise as the house was quite quiet.

As I opened the door I half jumped as I saw Mum with her back to me. She was standing on the other side of the room diagonally opposite to me and the door, on the other side of the bed by her wardrobe. Her back was to me and I could clearly see the outline of her beige skinned body.

Mum was wearing just her black panties. As I stood in the door way I saw her hands move to her sides and slowly begin lowering her panties to the floor. Mum's bum was revealed to me fully when she did this. It was lovely and round, there were a few feint lines there but on the whole it was firm. I so wanted to touch it and stroke it.

The black panties went to the floor and I realised that Mum was completely naked now. She reached up to the open cupboard in front of her and took out a pink fluffy towel which she began wrapping around her body, covering her nakedness. I felt my penis twitch slightly as I looked at Mum's naked body from the back. The traces of her soft body and her delicate limbs as she moved were arousing.

After wrapping the towel around her, Mum turned around. She half startled when she saw me standing in the door way but then continued forward toward me nonplussed. The towel was wrapped around her midsection covering her from the top of her breasts to the middle of her knees. I still found looking at Mum's legs exciting as prior to a week ago I had never seen what beautiful long legs she had. Indian women did not tend to expose much flesh normally.

"You need to be quick. We have to be at your College soon," Mum said as she continued moving towards me from the far side of the bed. "Sit down there."

I began moving to where Mum was pointing - the opposite side of the bed to where she slept and where her cupboard was. It was only when I got to this side that I realised that this was the side where my dad used to sleep. I hesitated slightly as I realised this but then decided to sit down on the edge of bed as I had been told.

Mum moved around the bed the bed to where I was sitting. She inspected the floor briefly before kneeling down in front of me. Her hand then reached out to the waistband of my trousers and unbuttoned me. I lifted my hips slightly as Mum started moving my trousers to the floor. My boxer shorts quickly followed until my trousers were around my ankles and my shorts were around my knees.

My penis was semi hard. Seeing, no spying, on my Mum undressing had excited me as had being in my Mum's room. I could feel that my penis was slightly sticky with pre cum.

Mum reached forward with her right hand and began stroking my penis. When she first touched my penis I saw her face slightly grimace. She liked things to be clean and tidy and the fact pre cum was leaking so quickly from me must have been off putting to her.

"You're sticky," said Mum as she continued to stroke me. "I can't..." Mum cut off and paused. She looked down at my trousers and boxers. I was worried I had done something wrong.

"Take them off, I can't get a good position," said Mum continuing to look down towards the floor.

I quickly reached down and unhooked my trousers from around my ankles and my boxers from my knees. I put them on the edge of the bed. I was now fully naked from the waist down sitting on the edge of the bed.

Mum shuffled forward slightly on the carpet in front of me. Her left hand touched my right thigh and I instinctively moved my thighs apart to open up a gap for her to kneel in front of me. My penis and balls felt really free now that they were dangling off the side of the bed.

Mum continued to touch my penis, I felt excited seeing how close she was to me on the floor in front of me. I reached down with my right hand and slipped it underneath my Mum's towel towards her left breast. Mum did not object. I had felt her breasts several times over the last few days. I couldn't get enough of them.

I don't know why but I found it so erotic for my Mum to be on her knees in front of me. Mum was so strict with me and domineering but this just felt like such a submissive position. My penis felt rock hard as she stroked me up and down with her long delicate strokes. My excited state was making me really tug and stroke on her breasts.

"Come on," said Mum. She was staring intently on the tip of my penis and stroking me ever faster and faster.

It was only when Mum spoke that I noticed that the towel she had wrapped around her upper body had fallen slightly. It was hanging now so that her left nipple was visible. As I saw the nipple I felt excitement but I was concerned Mum might notice on her towel falling and stop things.

The only thing Mum noticed, however, was that the pace that I had been touching her breasts had decreased as I looked at her nipple.

"Come on, hurry up," said Mum upon which I immediately started touching her breasts with greater vigour, only this time the breast was not covered by her towel but exposed.

Mum's nipple was dark brown in colour and stood out beautifully against her pale beige skin. The areolas were large and succulent. How I wished to suck on them. I couldn't help think that I had sucked on them as a child and how erotic it would be to suck on them now as an adult. I knew it was silly to think of them being full of milk but they were a nice handful and I couldn't help fantasising.

As I touched and stroked Mum's breasts I noticed that the other side of the towel had also begun to slip. Mum was moving her arms so quickly that they really had no hope of staying up. The covered up right nipple now began to slowly reveal itself. As more and more was revealed I felt my penis become harder and harder.

The sight of my Mum topless on her knees in front of me was mind blowing. Prior to this week I had never seen my Mum in more revealing clothes than a full length sari. Seeing her now stroking me and willing me to cum was surreal.

"You're taking too long, come on now." Mum said. Her voice sounded agitated. She was right. It was taking me longer to cum than previously even though I was so excited.

Then Mum said: "cum now."

I felt my penis jerk with excitement when I heard Mum's last sentence. My brain struggled to comprehend what she had just said. Mum had been telling me to 'come on' but had she just told me to 'cum'! We didn't use that kind of language in the house. It was so out of character.

I couldn't help thinking that Mum's choice of words was due to us being in her bedroom. Indeed I was sitting on my dad's side of the bed. I wondered if she had ever done this kind of thing for him or said nasty words to him.

Naughty thoughts made me penis jerk with excitement. Mum must have noticed this as she spoke again to try and make me cum quicker: "cum fehr [then]" she said in a more demanding voice than previously.

I don't know why, but my Mum actually saying that she wanted me to cum was turning me on incredibly. I found myself grunting softly under my breath as I felt tingles. It wouldn't be much longer that I could hold out. The sensations were getting too much.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Mum said. She wasn't looking at me; she was looking at my penis as she stroked it. My eyes were half closed it was too much pleasure. "Come on then, julthi karoo [do it quickly]."

Mum continued talking whilst looking at my penis. "Come on then, cum for Mummy."

The last sentence pushed me over the edge. I could feel the cum rising in my balls. How my Mum was talking was too much for me to bear, there was no way that I could hold it back. I was ready. I began tensing as I felt cum rising. I felt my penis spasm as I came. Once. Twice. Three times it jerked. The release was amazing. It was what I needed. I half collapsed backwards on the bed, spent.

A few moments later I opened my eyes and saw Mum in front of me. She still looked beautiful. Her breasts were now, sadly, covered by her towel. She was holding some tissues in her hand and was using one to wipe her face. There was no semen on there so I wasn't sure if I had cum on her face or not. I felt really embarrassed.

"I'm going to have a shower now. Go and get ready for the open day," said Mum sternly before turning away from me and moving out of her bedroom door towards the shower.

As I got up to pick my clothes from the floor and go to my room it occurred to me that I had been lying on the bed in exactly the same position that my Dad must have all those years ago.

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Mum drove me to College for the open day later on that evening. We didn't tend to talk much when she drove me. I didn't have my own car. I didn't have enough money to buy one. Mum had gotten changed into an Indian sari for the open day, it was pink and pretty.

My penis was slightly throbbing, as we drove. I wasn't sure if it was my old malady that was causing this or whether I was nervous because of what my teachers would say at College. If I glanced at Mum driving I could see her flat stomach underneath her blouse as she was driving. This distracted me somewhat from my thoughts.

I couldn't help thinking that the sari blouse made my Mum's breasts look really big. I knew I shouldn't be thinking these things but I couldn't help it. An Indian radio station was playing on the radio as we drove into College.

We arrived in College and made our way to the main hall. We'd just arrived in time as my fellow students and their parents were starting to sit down. The crowd went silent and the head lecturer stood up and started talking about the format for the parent's evening. He introduced the various teachers and started talking about who would be seeing who at what time.

As me and Mum had arrived late we were sitting right at the back of the hall. I was sitting on the very back row right in the right hand corner and Mum was sitting to my left. She had taken her jacket off and it was across her lap. It was quite a long jacket and was also touching my leg.

The head lecturer had been droning on and on and I felt a little restless. My legs and back were starting to ache from sitting down in the same position for so long. I could see my Mum also stirring slightly to my right, stretching her legs as they must have been cramping. Her coat had moved slightly also and was also over more of me than her. I didn't mind holding my Mum's coat on my lap. It wasn't that heavy.

I felt a slight rustle under the cover of the coat and then something against the top of my leg. This puzzled me. The rustling continued and moved closer and closer towards me. After a moment I felt a touch against my groin. I couldn't believe it. My Mum was touching my penis in the lecture hall!

I felt my Mum's fingers stroke down the length of my penis, feeling the outline of it. I felt myself beginning to stiffen. It wasn't the touch itself, as that was very slight, but that this was happening in a public place and we may be caught out. Luckily Mum's coat was obscuring my Mum's hand.

I could see Mum to my left and her face betrayed no expression. I didn't really understand why Mum was touching me in this way, she had relieved me just before we left home so this seemed strange. I enjoyed the touch but I couldn't help worrying about someone seeing us.

Just as I felt myself beginning to get harder the head teacher stopped his speech and people began to rise. My Mum stood up also and picked up her jacket. I had to stand up with everyone else and I felt a bit embarrassed and thought that there might be a tent in the crotch area of my trousers. There wasn't really - my trousers had a bit of room in them so nothing could be seen - but I couldn't help but feel awkward.

I followed Mum as she moved out of the assembly hall and towards the classroom where my first teacher would be appraising me. The appraisal itself was quite boring. Mum and the teacher tended to talk over me and I found myself distracted. My penis was starting to ache slightly and it was discomforting. I couldn't help shifting around on my seat.

For the next hour or so we moved between classes as I got reports from my various teachers. My Mum's face was passive throughout this. Although the teachers said I was performing well, I was not one of the star pupils which displeased her.

After the final teacher had finished his report, I stood up and followed Mum into the corridor at the sound of the College bell. Everyone was making their way back to the hall for the final send off speech from the head teacher - this was essentially his last plea to try and get some donations out of wealthy teachers and would last twenty minutes or so.

I noticed my classmates and their parents walking by us and realised that Mum had stopped moving. She turned and faced me.

"You were fidgeting a lot in there," she said, her face without emotion. "It's hurting again isn't it?"

By 'it' I realised immediately that Mum was referring to my penis. I began to reply that I was ok when Mum cut me off.

"Come here," Mum interjected and began walking in the opposite direction from the main hall.

We turned down a couple of corridors that were now devoid of parents and their kids. Mum then paused and I noticed she was standing next to the disabled toilet. She opened it and motioned me to go inside.

I paused. I had never been in a disabled toilet before. I even felt guilty - what if someone genuinely disabled needed it? Plus, I wasn't even that bad. My ache was only mild.

"Aaja [come]," Mum said to me sternly. Her forehead was creased slightly which I knew meant she was getting irritated.

I meekly went into the bathroom. Mum followed behind me and closed the door locking it. The disabled toilet was large, as far as toilets go, with a large seat and a sink included. There were a few odd cords hanging down which I thought were for emergencies.

"Julthi fehr [quickly then]," Mum snapped at me.

I obeyed and quickly undid my trousers pulling them and my underwear down. It felt naughty being in the toilets at College with my mother and I couldn't help but be excited. My penis was semi-hard already.

Mum edged past me and sat on the toilet seat. Her face was level with my penis. She placed her chunni [indian scarf worn with indian saris] to one side. Her soft delicate hands reached out and began to stroke me. The sensation felt fantastic. I looked down into her beautiful face.

Ogling Mum's body in her pretty sari, the touching in the hall earlier and now sneaking into the toilet had got me excited. I was so excited I could hear a wet sound as she stroked me and realised that I was leaking pre-cum like crazy.

"You're making a mess," she said sternly.

Mum continued to stroke me. I felt tingles up and down me from my legs all the day to my back. The ache I had been experiencing earlier had disappeared completely and was replaced with nothing but pleasure.

Mum's strokes felt so good. I had been tense from worrying about what my teachers would say about me. Instead of shouting at me or scalding me for not being a star pupil my Mum was stroking my penis lovingly. Her technique was easing all my stress away.

I realised that I was moaning very softly under my breath and caught myself; I felt slightly embarrassed. Furthermore I realised that my hands were not idle by my side as I had thought. To my shock, my left hand was on my Mum's shoulder in front of me steadying me upright and my right hand was roughly gripping my Mum's left breast over her blouse. My hand was squeezed quite tight and I looked to be squeezing her breasts quite hard.

Mum did not seem to have noticed what I was doing, to my relief, so I very gently relaxed my grip on her and made my touch softer. I didn't want to startle her by moving my hands completely away. Mum was gazing intently at my crotch and appeared to be focusing on her technique.

My penis felt really hard - hard as iron. It almost felt hot due to the friction that Mum's hands were working on it and the build-up of semen that I felt rising in my balls and wanting release. I wasn't sure how long I could hold on for. I could still hear the wet sound from earlier and I knew I was leaking a lot of pre-cum. I couldn't help it, I was so aroused.

I felt myself getting closer to cumming and my breathing became a bit more laboured when my thoughts were interrupted when Mum abruptly stopped her strokes. I looked down and could see she was still holding my penis in her hand. She was looking at her watch -there must not be much time until everyone would be leaving the hall.

"You're taking too long and you're making too much mess," she said not angrily but as if contemplating something.

I thought briefly that Mum might stop but instead she resumed her strokes. Indeed, I was surprised when she shifted her position and leaned her body and head closer towards me. Her face was not very close to me. Indeed I could almost feel her breath against my pubic hairs.

Mum's left hand began stimulating me by playing with my ball sack. The pressure that had been building in my balls had stopped, when Mum had, but it now began building again. In only a few Moments, the tingles returned. Mum's face was so close to me. As she stroked me my penis almost touched against her beautiful pink lips. I didn't think I could get any more excited but I was.

"Cum for Mummy," Mum said though I couldn't tell if it was to me or my penis.

Mum had said something similar back in the house and I had been shocked. Her talking in such a way continued to get me excited.

I knew I couldn't last much longer and I tried to hurry up as I didn't have much time. My previously soft grip of my Mum's breasts became a bit stronger as I tried to make myself cum quicker as Mum wanted to.

"Cum for Mummy, son," Mum murmured.

Mum's words were feint as her face was so close to my penis. I felt the cum rising in my balls and my breathing become quicker. All I could do was try and muffle the noise I would make as I came.

Just as I was about to cum I saw my Mum's mouth, which had been hovering, very close to my penis open slightly. Mum's head moved forward and I briefly felt wetness on the tip of my penis. I couldn't focus on that, however, as my ejaculation was so powerful I struggled to focus downwards and had to look straight ahead to stop me getting dizzy. I continued to feel Mum's hands on my balls and penis stroking me though.

After a few Moments, my eruption stopped and I looked down again. My penis looked shiny and was glistening. Mum had released her grip on me and I noticed that, thankfully, none of my semen had fallen on her. I wasn't sure where my semen had gone or what Mum had done with it as she didn't have any tissues in her hand. Mum began to get up and I released my grip on her and began pulling my clothes up too.

Mum moved past me out of the toilet and as I emerged into the corridor behind her the bell went indicating that the final parent's send-off had finished. I followed Mum past the throng of students emerging from the main hall into the car park and we drove home.

On the way home I couldn't stop thinking about how Mum's mouth had been in contact with my penis. It felt dirty but also so exciting. Had Mum swallowed my semen? I didn't know but I couldn't help imagining she had and wondering what the weekend would bring.