MOM NEEDS SON'S HELP TO STRIP NAKED

Mom hurts back dumpster diving, while collecting bottles and cans for Earth Day recycling drive.

My Mom had me when she was only 18-years-old. Now that she's 39-years-old, I'll be twenty-one in a couple of months. My Dad disappeared soon after he discovered my Mom was pregnant with me. Last she heard of him, he joined the military. He may be dead or married with children and living life in a different part of the country or the world for all we know.

If he's alive, it sucks that he never tried to contact me. I would have liked to have met him and to know something about him that relates to me, who I am and why I am. Yet, no matter, I have my Mom and she's been better to me than he ever could. Commendable, but impossible, my mother's personal goal is to clean up the planet single-handedly by recycling discarded bottles and cans. Trust me, my Mom is no bag lady nor is she an environmentalist. This is just her way to help. Whatever deposits she finds, she donates to related Earth Day causes.

On the surface, I'm proud of my Mom for being such a good citizen. Yet, maybe because she doesn't have a man in her life, other than me, during the period in her life that she's the most hormonally sexual, I think she's overcompensating for her sexual frustration by trying to recycle the planet. Yeah, for sure, my Mom needs to get laid. Don't look at me. That's not my job. I may think a lot about having sex with my mother, when masturbating, but I'm not into incest.

Now that I think about it, my Mom's been overly affectionate lately with all her hugging and kissing that she showers on me, not in a sexual way, of course, but enough to get me aroused. It doesn't take much to get me going, just a hug, especially when she's in her nightgown and wearing nothing underneath and I'm in my pajama bottoms without underwear. Overloaded with testosterone, it's just a hormonal thing more than it is an incestuous thing but, just the feel of her breasts pressed against me, while hugging me, is enough to give me an erection. When I think more about it, the only thing separating my cock from her pussy is the thin cotton fabric of my pajama bottom and her nightgown, Always horny and walking around with an erection, I'm easily aroused.

Just as she's at the period in her life where she's the most hormonally sexual, I am, too. Only, I'm embarrassed whenever I have an erection that my mother directly or indirectly caused. Getting aroused over my Mom makes me feel a little incestuously perverted and more than a few times, she's walked in on me, while I was masturbating. Even though it was exciting at the time for her to see my cock, I was embarrassed later.

There was an awkwardness between us, after that. Even though I knew it was wrong, the feeling I had exposing myself to my Mom and/or masturbating over her exposing herself to me, was exciting. If only she knew it was her I was masturbating over, I wonder if she'd be grossed out or flattered? Yet, incest was a line that I could never cross.

One time, I unloaded, just as she walked in my bedroom to ask me what I wanted for breakfast. With my eyes closed and my headphones on, she may have been standing there the whole time watching me playing with myself, for all I know. Only, as soon as I started to cum, I opened my eyes and she was standing there not two feet away from me and staring at hand stroking my stiff prick, as it spurted out cum. She was standing so close that I was surprised that I didn't get any on her.

Just as I couldn't stuff my cock in my pajamas fast enough, I couldn't stop cumming. I was so embarrassed. Yet, this story is more about what happened to mother during our recycling trips, while dumpster diving, than it is about me masturbating over my Mother.

Because our town celebrates Earth Day, this is the time of year that my Mom makes her big push to surpass how many bottles and cans she collected in previous years. Competing in track and swimming in high school, her competitiveness manifests itself in her Earth Day recycling spirit. Yet, even though she's only 39-years-old, she's not as young as she used to be and climbing in and out of dumpsters to score some discarded bottles and cans have taken a toll on her back.

Nearly every night, after my Mom puts on her nightgown, she asks me to give her a back massage. The first time I gave her a back rub, I had no idea what I was doing, but now I'm pretty good at it. When I'm giving her a deep tissue massage, with all the moaning she does, she sounds as if she's having an orgasm and that always triggers me to get an erection. Every time she moans like that, I imagine having sex with her. Later, alone in my room, I've even masturbated to the sounds of her moaning, while imagining that I was fucking my Mom. Something that I'd never do, I still enjoy masturbating while imagining the incestuous, sexual fantasy.

Recently, I've been massaging her feet. I don't have a foot fetish. I started massaging her feet as a way to maneuver her legs, spread them apart more, so that I can see her panties. Then, she encouraged me to continue massaging her feet by her obvious enjoyment of my foot massages.

"Oh, Paul, you make Mommy feel so good by massaging her feet. That's so very relaxing."

I don't know why but I find it erotically exciting, when she refers to herself as Mommy. I know it's childish, but it makes me want to call her Mommy. Give me a hand job, Mommy. Blow me, Mommy. Fuck me, Mommy. It gets me horny when I think about calling her Mommy, while masturbating over the naked image of her.

She loves it, when I give her a foot massage and in the way she squirms, she makes me wonder if a foot massage is a sexual thing for her. Who knows? Maybe she's the one with a foot fetish. For sure, she has enough shoes to have a shoe fetish.

I suspect my Mom finds my foot massages sexually arousing. I know that I do. Not that I ever would and I don't know why, but recently, I've been having this strong urge to take her toes in my mouth and suck them and lick them. My Mom has beautiful feet and I think that If I sucked her toes, in the way she loves my foot massages, she'd probably suck my cock.

Sometimes, when she least expects it, I tickle her feet. In her feeble attempt to pull away from me, as if she has a leg cramp, with her nightgown climbing nearly to her waist, always she flashes me her panties. I love it when my Mom flashes me her panties. I don't know why, even after seeing them a thousand times, I love seeing my Mom's panties. I love my Mom's panties.

"Oh, two can play at that game," she said chasing me in my bedroom.

Then, she grabs me and we fall back on my bed with her tickling me and me holding her. Sometimes, when she tickles me, her hand brushes by my cock and I so wish she'd take my cock in her hand and stroke me, but she never does. With her on top of me like that is when I can really imagine what it would be like to have sexual intercourse with her. I have this compelling urge to put both my hands on my Mom's ass and pull her into me, while sticking my tongue down her throat, but I never do. I'd love to roll her over and hump her, while kissing her.

After she tickles me, we stay like that for a little while, that is, until my cock starts pulsating against her and ruins the whole thing. Hugging and holding my Mom, while lying down is a special time and I cherish that kind of intimacy with her. I like it when she rests her head on my chest and I wish we could just stay like that and sleep together for the night. Only, when my cock starts pulsating against her nightgown clad body is her cue to pull away and go back in her bedroom. I can't help it. With the warmth of her sexy body, I always get an erection, whenever my Mom is lying partially on top of me or close beside me like that.

Just once, I'd like to pull her back down, roll her over, mount her, and kiss her, but I don't have the nerve. Just a sexual fantasy that I have, I know that we flirt with the incestuous line with the little mother and son teasing and tickling games we play, but we never cross it. To be honest, unable to resister her, if she made a pass at me, I don't think that I'd discourage her, but there's just no way that I could take the lead in having incestuous sex with my Mom. Always, after she leaves my bedroom for her bedroom, I masturbate, while thinking about touching her, feeling her, kissing her, and making love to her, while she strokes me and sucks me.

Those first few times, afraid to touch her, I limited my massages to her back and shoulders. Now, I massage her back, shoulders, legs, and butt. She never complained about me massaging her ass through her nightgown and panties and it took me a while to get to that point. I'd love to go all the way up her thigh, but I don't dare. I stop, just about a foot below her pussy, but every night, I've been going a little higher to see how high she'll allow me to go, before she stops me.

While touching her in that way, in the way she holds her breath and doesn't breathe, she makes me wonder if she's just as aroused, as I am with my hand climbing higher inside her thigh. I'd love to finger fuck my mother. With her moaning over my back massages and squirming with my foot massages, I can only imagine how she'd be like with me giving her an orgasm by fingering her pussy.

My Mom has a nice body and has a great ass and always, I get an erection, whenever I'm touching her, feeling her, and massaging her buttocks. Always, I wish she'd turn over, so that I could massage her tits, too, but that only happens in my sexual fantasies of my mother. Usually, she falls asleep, after I've given her a back and foot massage. Always, after I've given her a massage, touched her body in places where no son should feel, touch, caress, and massage his mother, I masturbate.

Lately, as soon as I feel her relaxing, on the pretense of massaging her legs and massaging her feet, I spread her legs more, while raising her nightgown higher than necessary. Every night, I raise it just an inch higher, while hoping she won't notice. I haven't seen anything but the top of her thigh, and I realize it's just a fantasy, but maybe, one night, she'll let me raise her nightgown to her waist, so that I can pull down her panties and massage her naked butt. Oh, God, how awesome would that be to see and massage my Mom's naked ass? I'd love to masturbate, while cumming all over my mother's naked ass.

I'd love to get her drunk, but she doesn't drink. Sometimes, she asks me for a back massage, when she's still dressed, before she puts on her nightgown. She lies face down on the couch and lifts her sweatshirt up to her shoulders, before unhooking her bra. I love seeing my Mom's bra clad breasts. Sometimes, when she's not wearing a bra, she raises her sweatshirt, while lying face down on the couch and exposes the sides of her naked breasts to me, as if she's outside tanning in the sun, instead of in the house on the couch.

I love massaging her ribs and continuing higher to massage the sides of her exposed breasts. Oh, my God, that's the closest I've come to feeling my Mom's tits. If nothing else, touching her where no son should touch his mother, gives me something to masturbate over later.

Between my raging hormones and the nearly nightly massages that I give my Mom, I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've been having more and deeper sexual thoughts about my mother laterly. Who wouldn't? My only release is to masturbate, while thinking about having outrageous, incestuous sex with her. Just as she'd never have sex with me, I'd never have sex with her, but I wonder if she's thought about having sex with me, as much as I've been thinking about having sex with her.

If I was to name a reason why I was so sexually attracted I am to my Mom, I'd blame the recycling. Our Earth Day recycling adventures all started when she won enough money in the lottery that she doesn't need to work. Now, she devotes her free time to collecting bottles and cans for the Earth Day community drives. Collecting bottles and cans for their deposit is her way of giving back. She's even won a few community awards, good citizenship awards, and a public service acknowledgement from the mayor. Her name and photo regularly appear in the local newspaper for one thing or another.

She's not rich, by any means. We're just comfortable. Every year, for twenty-five years, since she collected her first lottery check a few years ago, she receives a check, after taxes, for one-hundred-twenty thousand dollars. It's enough money for her to afford a nice house, a new car, pay for my school, and for her not to have to work or worry about money anymore.

Indebted to my Mom, first of all, for not aborting me or giving me up for adoption, she pays for my school, and even bought me a car. Very close to my Mom, I do whatever I can to help her, whenever she needs my help. Her mission in life is to recycle and to clean up the environment by picking up after those others who litter their empty bottles and cans. My mission in life is to do whatever my Mom wants me to do, while ogling her sexy body.

At first, I thought she was crazy, that is, until I went scavenger hunting with her to collect bottles and cans. She's not a kook, but is truly dedicated to recycling and she donates the deposit money she collects, as her way to help others. In the way she goes about it, collecting the bottles and cans, sorting them, rinsing them, and then refunding them for cash to donate to various Earth Day, environmental organizations, and homeless charities, it's a full-time job and she donates thousands of dollars a year.

Besides being a community activist, my Mom is a MILF. If she wasn't my mother, I'd think she was hot. If she wasn't my mother, I'd hit on her, no doubt. If she wasn't my mother, I would have had sex with her by now. If she wasn't my mother, I would have flashed her my cock, while massaging her naked ass, by now.

Now that I think about it, I'm embarrassed to admit, but one time I did flash her my cock. We had been out collecting bottles and cans and my Mom, inadvertently had been flashing me her panties and bra every time she stooped to pick up a bottle and/or can. I saw her panties and bra a lot that day. She made me so horny that, as soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to masturbate and I was in the middle of masturbating, when my Mom asked me to give her a massage.

I figured I'd give her a quick massage, so that I could return to masturbating. Only, now, I was even more sexually frustrated. I was so very horny that I couldn't wait to cum, while thinking of my Mom's panties and bra. I pulled up my pajama bottoms and walked in her bedroom with a massive erection. She had her bedside light on, which gave a nice glow to the room. With her nightgown raised about mid thigh, she was already face down on her bed and didn't see that I had a huge boner. Only, as I was giving her a massage, touching her, feeling her, and caressing her, I was getting even more aroused. The Hell with the massage, I just wanted to touch and feel her, everywhere.

Truthfully, I didn't know at first that my cock had popped out of my pajamas. Then, when I noticed my cock was out, I didn't care. It felt so incestuously hot to have my cock out, while massaging my Mom's hot body. I actually rubbed it against her nightgown a couple of times, but she didn't even notice. To be honest, even though, I knew I couldn't do such a despicable thing to my Mom, I so wanted to cum all over her nightgown.

I so wished my Mom would give me a massage, one that had a happy ending with her giving me a hand job, before giving me a blowjob. Because I was so horny, I lifted her nightgown higher than I ever did in the past, high enough to expose the bottom of her bikini panty clad ass cheeks. I just love seeing my Mom's panties. My horniness encouraged my boldness and she didn't say anything or resist, when I raised her nightgown so high. She didn't even try to lower it. To be honest, I don't think she cared. She was so exhausted and I was doing my job relaxing her, before putting her to sleep.

Taking her inaction as encouragement, I raised her nightgown even higher, up to the top of her panties. I couldn't believe it. The entire back of my Mom's panties were completely exposed and my cock was throbbing at the sight of my Mom's panty clad ass. Now, when I started massaging the top of her thighs and her panty clad ass through her panties, instead of through her nightgown and panties, with my fingers constantly and continually brushing by her panty clad pussy, she turned around to look at me.

When she turned to look, even though I knew she was looking, I pretended that I didn't know my cock was exposed. Feeling as though I was really doing something wrong, by stepping a foot across the incestuous line, I was so nervous. Continuing the massage, I pretended that I didn't even notice her turning to look. I was just so excited that she saw my erection sticking out of my pajama bottoms, but I didn't care. I wanted to show her my cock. I wanted her to see my cock. I wanted to see the reaction on her face of her seeing my cock. So very horny, it excited me to see her staring at my cock. We were treading dangerous ground. I watched her stare at my cock, before she looked up at me.

"I think that's enough for tonight, Paul," she said.

I felt rejected. I felt embarrassed. I felt a sexual excitement that I never felt before for my mother. All that night and all during the next day, I wondered if she was going to say something about what happened during that night, but she never did. It was as if we had a silent incestuous code. It was as if it was something so taboo that we couldn't even speak of it.

I practically ran to the bathroom to masturbate over not only seeing my Mom's panties and bra, while collecting bottles and cans, but also seeing her panties, while massaging her ass. The image of her staring at my naked, erect cock is what put me over the top. I exploded cum across the bathroom. I was so aroused that I exploded gobs of cum everywhere. Never had I cum as much. So incestuously charged, I didn't know how I was going help my Mom collect bottles and cans tomorrow, without constantly thinking about tonight, but I did.

Active in politics and the ecology, she's aware of what goes on in the world and, because of her, she's made me more aware and environmentally responsible along the way, too. Admittedly, however, it wasn't helping to save the planet by preserving the ecology that got me interested in cleaning up the environment. To be honest, it was having the opportunity to ogle my Mom's underwear that got me so involved. Without her knowledge, no doubt, oblivious to my lustful feelings for her, my Mom made me the incestuous pervert that I am today.

I know it's incestuously wrong to lust over my mother, but I'm always horny, especially back then. Because of all the testosterone surging through my body, I'm at the age that masturbation is a daily activity, sometimes multiple times a day. At my age, it's normal to masturbate and when masturbating, because I'm always with my Mom, I think about having sex with her. I'm not embarrassed to write that with all of the environmental and community activities that we do together, she gives me all the masturbation material that I need to satisfy my lustful desire and sexual curiosity of seeing my Mom's sexy body.

My Mom doesn't wear pants because she thinks she's fat. For sure, my Mom isn't fat. If she's anything, she's shapely with curves in the way that Jessica Simpson was, after she gained a few pounds. My Mom is of a mind that the extra material that the skirt affords her hides her big ass, her words, not mine. Actually, not that her ass is big by any stretch of my Mom's imagination, her ass is round, firm, and shapely. I love my Mom's ass. She has a hot ass. Not convinced, even when looking in the mirror at herself, it's obvious to me that her ass appears smaller, shapelier, and hotter, when she wears pants, especially tight jeans. Then, I wondered if the reason why she wears skirts is just to flash me her panties. Nah.Yet, when she compares herself to how little she weighed in high school, which is her weight measuring stick, she used to weigh 105 pounds, she's being so unrealistic. At 5'5" tall, barely more than one hundred pounds is just too skinny for her womanly frame. Now she weighs a voluptuous 135 pounds. Because she's put the extra weigh in all the right places, her hips and her boobs, while maintaining her flat tummy by all the bending and stooping she does, she's perfect, as far as I'm concerned. In the way that I'm always ogling her, I love my Mom's body.

Because she refuses to wear jeans, she has a collection of long, denim skirts of varying lengths, colors, and styles. Further, because the skirts she wears are long, usually below her knee, she thinks that no one can see her panties, whenever she squats down to pickup bottles and cans. Only, I can and routinely do, especially when squatting down along with her and far enough away from her and in front of her to give me a good view, on the pretense of helping her pick up the bottles and cans, too.

She has a collection of tops, too, that, when leaning forward, her top falls open and because I'm so much taller than my Mom, even when squatting down, I get a great view of her bra clad breasts and abundant cleavage. I just love my Mom's tits and would so love to reach my hand down her blouse and feel her breast through her bra, while fingering her nipple. Every time we go hunting to collect trash, which is what I refer to it as, but she calls it recycling, she collects bottles and cans and I collect new masturbation material by ogling my Mom's panty and bra. Always looking and always excited to see, while imagining more, I never tire of stealing peaks of my Mom's panties and bra.

I realize the sexual attraction that I have for my mother is not normal and just a stage that I'm going through. With all the testosterone that surges through my body, I can't stop myself from looking, whenever she's showing. I'm always horny. All it takes for me to get an erection is to see my Mom's panty or bra. All it takes for me to want and need to masturbate is to see her panty clad pussy mound and pussy slit or to see her cleavage or to see the impression her nipples make through her bra and blouse. Oh, my God.

My Mom has big nipples, too. Oh, God, just writing this makes me want to stroke myself, while thinking of my Mom sucking my cock, as I fondle her round tits and finger and suck her big nipples. Ever since she was in my bedroom and I was masturbating with my eyes closed, while wearing my headphones, I think about masturbating for my Mom. I'd would love for her to watch me masturbate, again, only this time with my eyes open, while I watched her watching me. I wonder how long she was standing there watching me. I wonder if watching me masturbate was as exciting for her, as it was for me to have her watch me masturbate.

Even though ogling my Mom is sexually exciting, it's sexually frustrating, too. While imagining more, I always want more, but I'm afraid to take that first incestuous step. Probably for the better, it's as if there's a hidden wall stopping me from taking that incestuous step.

Hopefully, once I graduate college and find a girlfriend, my incestuous addiction to my mother is something that I'll outgrow. Without having to do so much studying, always home alone with my mother, I'll have time for a girlfriend then and will hopefully have regular sex with a female, instead of with my hairy hand, while thinking about having sex with my mother. Between school, studying, and going with my Mom to collect bottles and cans, there's no extra time left for me to pursue a normal relationship with a woman my age.

Just as I don't have time for a girlfriend, my Mom doesn't have time for a boyfriend. So involved with her community activities, especially now with Earth Day quickly approaching, she's content to hang out with me, while collecting bottles and cans. I can't help but wonder if she gets horny. I wonder if she masturbates and if she does, what she thinks about, while masturbating. I can't help but wonder if she knows that she's flashing me her panties and bra and that I'm looking. Maybe women are wired differently than men and are above the titillation of exhibitionism and voyeurism, especially when the exhibitionist is the mother and the voyeur is her son, but I can't help but wonder if she masturbates to what she's showing and all that I'm seeing of her.

Because I've been so horny, lately, even hornier than usual, after my Mom accidentally flashes me her panties and/or bra, I been flashing her, too, lately. As if I've taken the next step to crossing that forbidden incestuous line, every chance I get, when I know she's coming up to my room, I pretend I'm sleeping naked or changing my clothes. It's easy to flash her in the summertime. Not wearing a lot of clothes, we don't run the air conditioning at night, rather we leave the windows and our bedroom doors open for the cross breeze.

My Mom is a night owl and because it's so hot in the house, I'll strip down naked and lay on top of the sheet. Sometimes, as if I've fallen asleep reading, I'll purposely leave on my bedroom light. Through the slits of my nearly closed eyes, I've watched her coming up the stairs and pause at the top of the stairs to look at me naked in my room. Then, she'll quietly come into my room, right up to the table behind my bed and turn off the light. Oh, my God. Always, as soon as she leaves, I masturbate to the thought of her seeing me naked.

As if she's looking at me, staring at me, it takes her a few seconds longer than necessary to turn off my bedroom light. Knowing she's getting ready to head up to bed, before she comes upstairs, I stroke myself to a semi-erection. It excites me to know that she's seen my cock, but it would excite me more knowing that I excited her by showing her my cock.

Always, I wonder what she was thinking. Was she embarrassed seeing me naked and doesn't want to embarrass me by having me know that she saw me naked? Or was she excited seeing me naked and did she have as much difficulty staying on the other side of that incestuous line as I did?

Always, I wish she'd touch me. I wish she'd stroke me. I wish she'd take me in her mouth, while blowing me. It excites me to remember her looking at my cock, while I masturbate that night or the next morning.

On the pretense of going to the bathroom early in the morning, I look in her room to see if I can see her, but it's always too dark to make out the details of her body, other than her shapely form. I know she's in there naked, but I'm too afraid to walk in her room. It's almost as if there's a barrier stopping me from taking that one step closer to what's so forbidden. Besides, on what pretense would I walk into her room? Even though I'd love to see her naked, I'd really feel like a pervert, if my Mom knew that I was ogling her naked body. For now, until I get a girlfriend, always hoping to see more of my Mom, I'm content to continue to ogle my Mom's panties and bra, while masturbating over all that I saw.

In knowing her routine, whether peering down her top or squatting down with her to ogle her panties up her skirt, I angle myself, before she squats down to give myself the best vantage point to see what I need to see now to masturbate over later. I have no idea how many up skirts and down blouses I've seen of my mother, maybe hundreds. I have no idea how many times I've masturbated over all that I've seen of my mother, maybe thousands. I've seen enough to keep me in masturbation material for the rest of my young life. I masturbate so much over my mother that I think my cock will fall off, but it never does, or that I'll run out of cum, but I never do.

As if seeing her bra and panty for the first time, I don't understand why I get so excited when seeing my Mom's underwear again, but I do. I'd think by now that I'd be tired of ogling my mother, but I'm not. Always hoping to see more, in the way of a voyeur ogling women on the street, I'm just so sexually attracted to my Mom. As if she's personally giving me a different show, she has a huge collection of bras and panties and every day, she wears a different one. She has so much lingerie that she could probably wear a different bra and panty for a few months without having to wash her sexy underwear.

Even though I fantasize about it, while masturbating, I don't think I'd have sex with my mother. My thing is voyeurism and I'm such a voyeur when it comes to ogling my mother's hot body. Also, a dream come true, my big thing is fantasizing about my Mom blowing me, while I play with her C cup breasts. Always, I imagine what it would feel like to have my cock in my mother's mouth, while she's looking up at me and while I'm fondling her big tits. That's always a fantasy that gets me to cum.

Having gone through her laundry hamper, whenever really horny and when imagining undressing her, while masturbating, I know she takes a 36C bra. Sometimes I hold her panties or her bra in my hand, while masturbating. I love feeling her lingerie, while imagining she's wearing it. Feeling her underwear, while stroking my cock, allows me to imagine that I'm feeling my mother's body through her underwear, while giving her a massage.

I can't help to think by now that she knows that I'm looking, while hoping to see something. How could she not know? Maybe she doesn't care what I see of her. Maybe it turns her on knowing that I'm looking. Maybe she knows that I masturbate over her and she's purposely flashing me. Horny and sexually frustrated, like mother like son, maybe she's just as much of an exhibitionist as I'm a voyeur. Maybe she masturbates over me seeing all that she's showing. I don't know. I have no idea, but it's exciting for me to think of all that, while masturbating.

Only, deep down inside, I know she's not purposing flashing me in the way that I sometimes purposely flash her my cock. It's just my incestuous perversion that makes me think that my Mom is just as sexually attracted to me, as I'm attracted to her and as sexually twisted as I am. If she was purposely flashing me, I would have seen more than her panties and bra by now. I would have seen her pussy, tits, and ass by now, but I haven't. Certainly, if she was purposely flashing me, I would have seen her naked by now. All I've seen of her is just her panties and bra, while imagining the rest. I'm the one guilty of flashing her my naked body. She's never flashed me her naked body.

Enjoying all that I'm seeing of my mother, while it lasts, I really don't see anything wrong with masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with my Mom, that is, so long as I don't actually have sex with her. It isn't as if I'm having sex with her. I'm just thinking about having sex with her. Besides, my Mom isn't like that. She'd never have sex with me, her own son.

Yet, in reality, so focused on collecting her recycling, I think she's just oblivious to my stares, no doubt. For such a smart woman, sometimes, she's just such a dumb blonde. Then, again, maybe she's just the trusting mother that figures her own son wouldn't ogle her and invade her privacy by always trying to incestuously see her panties, bra, and more. Maybe she figures that I'd never masturbate over the naked thoughts of her, while imagining having sex with her. If she only knew the incestuous thoughts that go through my mind, while masturbating over her, she'd probably kick me out of the house and disown me. Now I feel like the pervert that I am.

Recently, my Mom threw out her back dumpster diving. Unbelievable, something that I wouldn't do, she actually climbs in dumpsters for bottles and cans. Eww. Gross. With the possibility of rats, roaches, and diseases there was just no way that I was going in a dumpster, just for the sake of collecting more recyclables, but my Mom doesn't care. A concentrated effort, her just reward, she finds more bottles and cans in the few minutes of dumpster diving than we do scouring the streets for an hour or two.

When she hurt her back climbing inside, I climbed in the dumpster after her to help her. I picked up my Mom and gently lowered her outside of the dumpster. No easy feat of strength stretching myself like that, holding and supporting her weight, while trying not to cause her anymore undo pain, I took the opportunity to feel more of her body. My excuse was the pretense of helping her out of the dumpster without hurting her and I touched her ass and in tits.

I touched her where no son should ever touch his mother and I couldn't wait to masturbate over all that I felt of her. Even when she was in obvious pain, I couldn't suspend my perverted nature by not touching her. Feeling her body in that way was erotic fun and now dumpster diving has become one of my favorite activities to do, so long as it's my Mom going in the dumpster and me helping her in and out, and so long as she doesn't hurt herself.

She's never said anything to me about me feeling her ass and tits, while helping her in and out of the dumpsters. I guess, she's so focused on collecting recyclables that she doesn't even realize, at least, I don't think she realizes, that when helping her in and out of dumpsters, with her skirt hiked up nearly up to her waist and her legs spread wide open, that I have an uninterrupted view of her panties, while copping cheap feels of her ass and her tits and stealing peeks of her panty and bra. One time, when I was really horny and wanted to see more of my Mom, I purposely hooked her skirt on an exposed bolt on top of the dumpster, while helping her out of the dumpster, so that when she hit the ground her skirt would rise about her waist.

Oh, my God, that was so hot. I know it was wrong but, after spending the day with her flashing me her panty and bra, I was so out of my mind with horniness and incestuous lust for my mother that I couldn't help myself. I couldn't believe it. It worked like a charm. Her panties from the front, the sides, and the back were completely exposed. Reminding me of that old Little Rascals scene where Spanky's Mom has her skirt caught up in the stage curtain and, as the curtain goes up, so does her skirt, this was just like that, only better because it was my Mom's panties.

It took me a while to get her unhooked, partly because I didn't want to unhook her. Because the denim material was stretched so tight with her being on the ground, she actually had step up on the dumpster for me to remove her skirt for me to unhook it. That was so hot. I masturbated over seeing my Mom standing next to me in her panties for months. I so wanted to feel my Mom's ass and pussy through her panties, but all I did was stare. We were lucky no one happened by, maybe because we were in a dark and deserted, back alley.

Maybe because I'm her son, she doesn't think that I'm the pervert that I am for feeling up my own mother, but I am. She's so hot. On a MILF scale, she's a ten. If she wasn't my mother, if she was some neighbor woman that I was helping, with all that I've seen of her and by how much she excites me, I would have made a pass at her and tried to have sex with her by now.

While masturbating over my mother, I've imagined all kinds of sexy scenarios. I've imagined finding her passed out and having to remove her blouse and bra to give her CPR. I realize, of course, that I don't have to remove her blouse and/or bra to give her CPR, but it makes for a better masturbation session, when I imagine that I do.

I've imagined rescuing her from an intruder, who had tied her naked to her bed and was about to rape her. There I am in my Mom's bedroom fighting off the intruder and untying her naked body. Then, as soon as she's untied, she wraps her arms around me and kisses and kisses me, while I touch and feel her everywhere.

The last time we went dumpster diving, she did something to her back again. Only, this time, after I lifted her out, she could hardly walk. As this has happened to her before, the doctor had prescribed a cream and she still had some of that left. The last time she hurt her back, she had me apply the cream to her back.

With my Mom laying face down, she lifted up her shirt, undid her bra, and unzipped and lowered her skirt. Oh, my God. Overload of a sexual kind, that was the first time that I got a good look of the entire sides of my Mom's breasts, the top of her panties, and her ass crack, all in one view. While I massaged the back cream in her soft, smooth skin, I could feel my cock swell.

Nearly forgetting she was my Mom, I so wanted to reach down her panty and feel her hot ass. I so wanted to reach my hand around and cup her sweet tit, while fingering her nipple, but I didn't. I was too concerned and felt bad that she was in such pain. Even though I had an erection and was terribly horny seeing so much of my Mom's hot body, I was more intent on nursing her through her injury than I was in getting more masturbation material.

Only, this time was different. Her injury was more severe and she was in more pain than before. She had pain shooting all through her back, instead of only in one spot. I know it was wrong for me to think more about an opportunity to voyeur my Mom than to think about the pain she was in, but I was hoping to use her back injury as a way to see more of her hot body. Only, I didn't know how to use her injury to my advantage. I know it was wrong for me to think this way, with my Mom in pain and barely able to walk, but I was already hoping that I was in for some hot voyeuristic, albeit incestuous fun.

"Lean on me, Mom," I said helping her to the car, from the car, and inside the house.

Pretending that I was her husband or her boyfriend, and her lover, instead of her son, it excited me to wrap my arm around her back and hold her in that way. My Mom has such a sexy figure and I imagined dancing with her, before kissing her and feeling her. With her left breast in contact with my right side and my right fingers in contact with her right breast, I was in tit Heaven in copping cheap feels of my Mom's tits. Then, while helping her to sit in the car, I slid my hand down to her ass, as if carefully and slowly positioning her in the seat. I could imagine feeling her ass in that way, while bending her over and fucking her doggie style and reaching up to fondle her big tits. I couldn't believe I was feeling my Mom's firm, round ass, but I was. Even when putting the seatbelt on her, my hand and my arm brushed by her breast allowing me to cop another cheap feel of her tit.

"Oh, my God, Paul. I'm in such pain," she said, when we finally made it in the house. "Maybe if I took a hot shower."

A hot shower? How in the hell is she going to take a shower? She could barely stand. There's just no way she could get out of her clothes. It was then that I started to imagine all the scenarios of helping my Mom undress and seeing my Mom naked, while taking a shower with me helping to wash her. I couldn't help but think of that movie, Spanking the Monkey. I loved that scene, where the son helps his mother take a shower because she has a broken leg. That was so hot and I was hoping the same thing would happen to me now. Only, for sure, my Mom is way hotter than the Mom they used in that movie, even though she was hot, too.

Only, just as I knew my Mom would never ask me to help undress her, allow me to see her naked, and ask me to help her take a shower, I couldn't even imagine what would happen next. I can't make up this stuff. If this wasn't a true story, I wouldn't believe this really happened myself, but it really did.

"Actually, Mom, when I hurt my knee playing football, they wrapped my knee in ice. If you're going to take a shower, it should be a cold one. Then, later, maybe you could just soak in a tub loaded with ice," I said imagining her sitting in a tub of ice cold water, her breasts exposed, her nipples erect, and me walking in the bathroom to check on her. Oh, my God."Oh, God, I hate cold showers," she said wincing from the pain, when trying to stand up straight.

My cock was already pulsating, while thinking of my Mom naked and taking a cold shower, with the thoughts of me helping her to stand without falling. Then, I imagined her sitting in the bathtub naked again, with me coming up to bring her more ice. Nah, she'd never allow me to see her naked. Trust me, that would never happen. My Mom is a bit of a prude. In all the years we've been together, I've never seen her naked or topless even. Getting way ahead of myself, I was making myself crazy with incestuous thoughts of my Mom's naked body. Now, I just wanted to spank my own monkey, after all that I had imagined.

"I hate cold showers too," I said thinking that I could use a cold shower right about now with all the incestuous thoughts I had that hardened my cock, while thinking about my mother naked. Still, if that's what it takes to see my Mom naked, I'd brave a cold shower to stand in the bathtub naked with her. "My coach said to use ice for the first two to three days to reduce the swelling, after the injury and to use ice as soon as possible, after the initial injury."

"Well, you're going to have to help me get undressed," she said rolling her eyes and, as soon as she said that, her face reddened with embarrassment, no doubt, with me wishing it was excitement. She was already resigned to me seeing her in her underwear.

Did she just read my mind? It was as if I was dreaming, when she said that I'd have to help her undress. Was I dreaming or did she really just ask me to help her get undressed? She did, she really did ask me to help her get undressed. I couldn't believe she even said that.

"Sorry, Mom, I didn't hear you. What did you just say?"

"You're going to have to help undress me, Paul. I can't do it myself. I'm in too much pain. Close your eyes, if you must, but I need to get some relief from the pain and I'm hoping the cold water will do that."

"Okay, Mom."

Oh, my God. As if the announcer had just called my winning lottery numbers on TV, or I was chosen to judge the next Miss America contest, or I was the one picked to photograph the next Playboy Playmate of the Year, my mind exploded with the incestuous thoughts of stripping my mother naked. Are you kidding me? Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God. I couldn't even speak to answer her. My cock was already giving her my vote of approval by hardening, as if it was made out of concrete.

Dizzy with the incestuous desire for my mother, suddenly, I lost my breath. My Mom just asked me to help her get undressed. I couldn't believe it. How could I say no? I'm her son, the only one here to help her in her time of need, and she's in such terrible pain. The least that I could do was to strip her down to her underwear, while ogling her lingerie clad body. I couldn't even dream such a fantasy. After undressing her, I'd have masturbation material for the rest of my life.

Already, I imagined unbuttoning her blouse and seeing her in her bra. Then, I imagined unzipping her skirt and seeing her in her panty. I already had such an erection that I couldn't wait to masturbate over all that I was thinking. Only, I needed to calm down and wait, until I saw all that I imagined I'd see.

I walked her in the bathroom and leaned her up against the wall. I was excited with the sexual anticipation of helping my mother to undress. I was going to undress my mother. I was going to remove her clothes. I was going to see her in her bra and panty. Oh, my God.

Standing in front of her like that, while holding her steady, was the first time that I wanted to kiss my Mom, really kiss her, French kiss her, as if I was her lover. I imagined kissing her and parting her lips with my tongue, while feeling her big tits through her blouse and bra, before reaching beneath her skirt and running my fingers along her panty clad pussy. With my cock already rock hard, I was insane with the thoughts of seeing my Mom in her bra and her panty. I couldn't wait to undress her.

Just as I imagined all that I needed to imagine to masturbate over later, reality hit me hard enough to soften my cock. Nah, she'd probably have me turn off the bathroom light and wrap a towel around her, while undressing her. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to see partial shots of her panty and bra, no more than I've seen of her when squatting down to get discarded bottles and cans.

Too good of a fantasy to be true, knowing her, since she's my modest and sexually inhibited mother and I'm her voyeur, perverted son, she'll probably take a cold shower wearing her panty and bra. Then, I thought, maybe once her underwear gets wet, maybe I'll be able to see through it. Maybe, I'll see her nipples and/or her bush.

Well, I was wrong. She was in so much pain that she didn't even bother with the towel nor care that I put on the bathroom light to see more of her hot mature body, while undressing her. Something I'll be masturbating over for years, I couldn't believe I was actually undressing my mother. Oh, my God.

"Take your time, Paul," she said. "It hurts Mommy, when you move me too quickly."

Take your time? It hurts Mommy? I loved it that she told me to take my time undressing her. I love it when she says Mommy. When she talks like that, as if I'm a child, I want to answer in kind, to show her that I'm a perverted adult.

I want to fuck you, Mommy. I want to stick my big, hard cock in your wet, tight pussy, Mommy. I want you to get on your knees and look up at me, while you're sucking my cock, before I cum in your mouth and you swallow my cum, Mommy.

Oh, my God! If there was one thing she didn't have to tell me was to take my time. Don't worry about that, Mommy. I'll be undressing you, as if you are the most expensive gift given to me at Christmas time.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go as slow as I can," I said feeling my cock pulsate against my pants again, while growing to an even harder erection.

As she wasn't able to sit without great discomfort, I had her stand with her back to the wall. My fingers were shaking with the anticipation of unbuttoning her blouse and seeing her in her bra, her whole bra and not just bits and pieces of her bra. I realize that it may not be a big deal for some to see a woman in her bra, but this was my mother, the woman I had been incestuously lusting over for years that I was about to undress. This was my fantasy. I couldn't wait to undress her.

One slow button at a time, I unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse. As if she was sleeping, as if she was drunk, but it was even better that she was awake and sober, I was so enjoying this. If my Mom wasn't in so much pain, this would have been a sexual striptease fantasy come true. Then, again, if my Mom hadn't been in so much pain, this never would have happened. She never would have allowed me to undress her, that is, unless my Mom was falling down drunk, which would never happen either, as she doesn't drink. It took all the control I had not to touch and feel her in a sexual way. I so wanted to feel her breasts through her blouse, while fingering her nipples through her bra.

With the back of my fingertips pressed against and coming in contact with her bra clad tits, one nervous, slow button of her blouse at a time, I looked to see what each unbuttoned button revealed, before unbuttoning the next button. Just following my mother's instructions, a slow striptease of my mother is just what my Mom asked me to do. Her nipples were already making an appearance through her blouse and bra. Maybe she was cold. Then, when I had her blouse all unbuttoned, with her cleavage and bra clad tits right there in front of me, rather than move her just yet, I unzipped and unbuttoned her skirt.

My hands were shaking. As if in slow motion, I watched her skirt fall to the floor revealing her shear, white, bikini panties. I love my Mom's panties. I love seeing my Mom in her panties. My Mom has such a hot body and, as if she's wearing a sexy, skimpy bikini, she looks so hot in her bra and panty. Only, this time was different. This time, I was staring at the entire front of her panty.

Clearly with the bathroom light on, I could see the impression of her blonde pussy hair through her panties. I stared at her pussy mound, her slit, and I saw a few pussy hairs peeking out the sides of her panty. Oh, my God. Trying not to stare, I stared. She was wincing in pain with her eyes closed anyway and she didn't notice me ogling her in her panty and bra. She has a fabulous body.

Definitely, once her panties got wet, they'd be completely see through and I'd see her patch of blonde pussy hair, along with her ass crack. I couldn't wait to get her in the cold shower. Only, with the shadowy impression that my Mom's panties hid, it appeared that she had an untrimmed jungle, a wild bushy pussy of untamed, blonde pubic hair. It was then that I imagined my Mom asking me to trim her pussy. I couldn't help but imagine licking her forest, while inserting a finger in her dense jungle, before trimming her pussy.

With my cock raging so very hard by the thought of seeing my Mom's bushy, pussy through her wet panties and seeing tits and nipples through her wet bra, I was really having an overload of incestuous sexual fantasies now. Oh, my God. I couldn't wait to turn on the cold water and get her in the shower to see what I could see of her in her drenched underwear.

Slowly, I lifted each of her arms to remove her blouse. With her bra shear enough that I could see the dark impressions of her nipples, her nipples made a huge impression in her bra. Was she cold or excited, I wondered, or are her nipples making an appearance because she's in so much pain? I so wanted to run my hand across her bra to feel her bra clad nipples against the palm of my hand, before pulling them out more with my fingertips. I know it's so wrong, but I'd give anything to be able to suck my Mom's nipples through her bra, while I masturbated or while she masturbated me. Oh, my God, I was so horny.

With my cock straining in my pants, I couldn't wait to masturbate over my Mom standing there in her bra and panty. Never is when I'd forget this sexy image of her. My fantasy come true, I couldn't believe my Mom was standing only inches away from me in her sexy underwear. I stopped and stared at her standing there in her underwear. I needed to remember the image of her for when I masturbated over this later and forever.

"Paul, please, hurry. You need to get me in the tub."

"Okay, Mom. Sorry," I said taking her by the arm and walking her slowly to the tub. "Do you want me to leave so that you can--"

"Paul, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I'm helping you in the bathtub," I said looking at her with confusion, as if she hit her head, instead of hurting her back.

"No, honey, you're going to have to strip me naked, first. Mommy can't remove her bra and panties without your help. It hurts Mommy too much to move. And, once I'm naked, you're going to have to help hold Mommy in the shower, too."

What? The movie Spanking the Monkey played endlessly through my mind again, especially the shower scene, where the son helps his Mom take a shower. Only, I was living that in real life now. Did Mommy just say what I thought she said? Mommy wants me to strip her naked? I'm going to have to strip my mother naked and then hold her in the shower? Are you kidding me? I figured she'd take a shower in her bra and panty. I never figured she'd want me to strip her naked and stay there with her, while she's naked, to hold her, as the cold water relaxed her naked body.

I thought I was going to cum in my pants with the thought of stripping my Mom naked and then seeing my Mom naked and ogling her naked body, while holding her. If it wasn't enough for me to see my Mom standing there in her panty and bra, I was about to see my Mom naked, not just for a flash but for a prolonged amount of time. Naked, I was about to see my Mom naked, naked, naked. I couldn't believe it.

Tits, ass, and pussy, tits, ass, and pussy, I was finally going to see my Mom's tits, ass, and pussy. I was crazy with lustful desire for her now. In all the up skirts and down blouses that I've seen of my Mom, about to strip her naked was way better than any fantasy that I've masturbated over my Mom. For a split second, I wanted to run to get my camera, but how in the Hell would I explain to my Mom, my need to take naked photos of her?

Trying to record this sexy image in my mind, so that I could masturbate over the sight of her in her underwear forever, I stared at her standing there in her panty and bra first. Which should I do first, bra or panties? Being a Mommy's boy and never having never seen a pussy up close, I was eager to see my Mom's beaver. I couldn't wait to see her naked, bushy pussy and round, shapely ass.

Carefully, ever so slowly, I put the tips of my fingers in her waistband and rolled down her panties. I couldn't wrap my brain around the thought that I was removing my mother's panties and was about to see her pussy. The back of my fingers touched her smooth naked skin where I never imagined touching her, even in my wildest masturbation and massage fantasies, I never imagined touching my mother's body where I was touching her now. Her skin was so warm and so soft and I so wanted to touch her everywhere.

On the pretense of not hurting her, I squatted as I slowly lowered her panties. Then, I saw the top of her blonde, pubic hair. Removing her panties, as slow as if I was playing five card draw poker and squeezing out a full house, it was then that I realized that my Mom is a real blonde. That's for sure. I've seen the evidence now. Her blonde, bushy, pubic hair was staring at me in the face.

Oh, my God, I was so frigging excited. Continuing to lower her panty, now all her pussy hair was exposed, I saw the top of my mother's slit. Rather than lift her leg, I just left her panties gathered around her ankles. I figured she'd kick them off, when she stepped in the tub.

"Take my panty off my feet, Paul, so that Mommy doesn't trip."

"Okay, Mom," I said and so wanting to call her Mommy.

Never removing my eyes from her wild patch of blonde, bushy pubic hair, I squatted back down again. There it was again, my Mom's blonde, bushy pussy. Oh, my God. I couldn't believe my eyes. I so wanted to play the question and answer game that I always played with her when I was a kid.

What's that, Mommy?

That's mommy's pussy.

May I touch it?

Sure, you can touch Mommy's pussy.

May I lick it?

You'd make Mommy very happy by licking her pussy.

Only, it was a hoot, just imagining that we had that explicitly incestuous conversation.

When rolling down her panties, with my nose was so close to her pussy that I could smell her, she smelled like bath powder. Now that I was removing her panties from around her ankles, slowly and gently lifting her leg to remove her panty, I had an even closer view of her pussy. I took the opportunity to stare.

When I lifted her leg, her pussy lips parted enough for me to see her clit. Looking a little like a miniature penis, the first clit I've ever seen up close, I so wanted to touch it, finger it, lick it, and suck it. My mouth was so close to her pubic hair that I just wanted to flick out my tongue and give her a long, wet lick. Only when I masturbated did I think about having sex with my Mom but, now, with her pussy right there in front of me, I so wanted to eat her, before banging her.

Then, when I stood, as if hugging her, as if about to kiss her, French kiss her, and make out with my Mom, I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. I was dizzy from the faint smell of her perfume and I just wanted to kiss her neck and kiss her lips, while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra, before reaching down to finger her pussy. Since my mother's bra was the first bra that I unhooked, I had trouble unhooking it. Nonetheless, being careful not to jostle, twist, and turn her to cause her any undo pain, I was able to get it unhooked without too much difficulty.

Slowly, as if there was a drum roll going through my head, with great trepidation and much anticipation, I peeled off her bra. Her tits were right there and her nipples were erect. My mother was naked. When she opened her eyes, she saw me gawking.

"Don't be too shocked, Paul," she said with a giggle.

"Sorry for staring, Mom."

"It's just your old, fat, naked mother."

"Mom, are you kidding me? You're not fat. You're beautiful. You have a great body."

"Oh, stop, Paul. You're being too kind. I'm sure it's not anything that you haven't seen before, except on a younger and more shapely girl."

"You have a spectacular body, Mom. You do," I said using my compliment as my excuse to take a step back and leer at her naked body longer.

"I do? Do you really think so?" She looked down, where I was looking and when she looked up at me her face was flushed. Was she embarrassed or excited? I couldn't tell. I know that I was more excited than embarrassed, that's for sure.

"You don't think my breasts sag?"

"No, Mom, they're perfect," I said brazenly reaching up and lifting up one of her breasts in my hand.

"Thank you, Paul. You're a good boy."

"Yes, Mom. Definitely, you're hot. If you weren't my mother," I said stopping in mid sentence.

"What, Paul? If I wasn't your mother, what? What would you do, if I wasn't your mother?" She gave me a smile that made me want to kiss her. "Tell me, I need to take my mind off my pain with a sexual fantasy."

"Oh, God, Mom, I can't have this conversation with you. It's so wrong with all the things going through my head right now, with you standing here naked."

"Tell Mommy. What is my boy thinking?"

"Mom, are you kidding me? Seeing you standing in front of me, as if I'm not horny enough, makes me crazy."

"Oh, you're a good son," she said gingerly lifting up her arm to give me a hug.

A dream come true, I couldn't believe my naked Mom was hugging me. Her naked tits were squashed against me and her naked bush was pressed against my erection. She made me wish that I was naked, too.

"Actually, other than those models in magazines and those porn videos on the computer, you're the first woman I've seen naked in person."

"Really? Seriously? You're kidding," she looked at me with a shock. "You've never seen a naked woman? I'm your first?"

"Yeah," I said staring at her tits.

"Well, it's fittingly appropriate that your mother is the first woman that you see naked. Get a good look at me, then," she said with a laugh and putting a painful hand on her hip.

"Can I touch you?" I couldn't believe I said it, but once I said it, I looked at her with excited anticipation.

"Touch me? What do you mean touch me? Touch me where?" She looked down to where I was staring at her breasts. "You want to feel my breasts?"

"Yes."

"If I wasn't in so much pain, Paul, I'd let you explore my naked body, but I need to lessen my pain with cold water. Maybe, when I'm feeling better, you can touch me, wherever you want to touch me. Okay?"

"Okay," I said.

I couldn't believe my Mom said that I could touch her later. Oh, yeah, we've already gone way past that imaginary incestuous line. My cock ached when she said that I could touch her wherever I want to touch her. I wondered if she meant her pussy. I couldn't believe she'd allow me to explore her naked body, if she wasn't in so much pain. Oh, my God. Yet, I couldn't hide my obvious disappointment and when she saw that look on my face.

"Oh, alright, go ahead," she said. "You can feel my breasts, but gently."

"Okay, Mom," I said. "Thanks."

I felt one and then the other in my palm, as if I was supporting a melon in my hand. I so wanted to cup, caress, and fondle her tit. I so wanted to finger and suck her nipple, while reaching my hand down to finger her pussy. With her nipples erect, was she cold? Were they erect from her back pain? Or was she sexually excited because she was naked in the bathroom with me? I figured she was cold."Well, just get me in the tub so that I can relax this big knot in my back with cold water."

I held her around her naked waist. Gingerly, I walked her to the tub and leaned down to lift her leg over the tub wall. She jumped and screamed when I turned on the cold water. Only, I was getting drenched trying to keep her from slipping and falling in my unsuccessful attempts to avoid her any undo pain.

"You're getting soaked. You'd better take off your clothes, too, Paul," she said.

"Mom? No, I'd be so embarrassed."

I wasn't embarrassed having her seeing me naked. I was embarrassed that I had a huge erection. I was embarrassed to have my mother know that she excited me enough to get me sexually aroused in that way.

"C'mon, tit for that. You've seen me naked, it's only fair that I see you naked, too. You're ogling my naked body, I may as well ogle my son's naked, too," she said with a laugh. "C'mon, the naked sight of you will take my mind off the pain."

Naked? She wants me to get naked? She wants to see me naked? This was just getting better and better. I figured I'd strip down to my underwear, in the way that I do, when I give the dog a bath. I never figured I'd have to get naked, too. Only, I never had an erection giving the dog a bath in the way that I now had an erection stripping my Mom naked, while about to give her a cold shower. I'd be so embarrassed for her to see that she got me so sexually excited and I had an erection.

Even the cold water wasn't lessening the sexual passion that I suddenly felt for my Mom. In truth, I was only too eager to accommodate my Mom's wish for her to see me naked. Hoping she wouldn't slip and fall, I leaned her up against the shower wall and stripped. After seeing my Mom naked, I so wanted to expose my cock to her. I was curious what her reaction would be to seeing my full erection. I was hoping that she'd stare at it again. As soon as I removed my briefs, my cock popped to attention.

"Paul, you have an erection," she said staring at it and then reaching out touched it, before wrapping her hand around my cock. "It's enormous," she said laughing.

If I thought it was exciting when she stared at my cock, it was even more exciting when she reached out and touched my cock, then, when she wrapped her hand around it, I thought I'd cum. I couldn't believe she reached out and grabbed my cock. I was in shock. If only she'd stroke it.

"Mom!"

"Oh, for God's sakes, Paul. I'm your mother. It's nothing I haven't seen and touched before, when I changed your dirty diapers. Besides, if you don't mind, I need to hold onto something hard so that I don't slip and fall and there's nothing in this shower to grab," she said with a little laugh.

I wanted to tell her to hold onto my shoulder or my arm, but I didn't. Happy that she grabbed my cock instead, an understatement, I was enjoying my Mom holding onto my cock. I wanted to tell her to stroke me and I wished she would, but I didn't dare. Instead, hoping she didn't notice me moving, prepared to tell her that the tub was slippery, if she did, I slowly moved my hips back and forth, on the pretense that I was helping to hold my Mom. Slowly humping her hand, without her knowing, my Mom was giving me a slow hand job and it felt erotically good.

As soon as my Mom grabbed onto and held my cock, in a natural and reflexive action, I reached up and cupped her breast, as if helping to hold her up, but holding onto her breast. I didn't dare touch her nipple, but I so wanted to run a slow hand across it. My Mom's tit felt as firm as it felt heavy in my hand. She has gorgeous breasts and I just wanted to suck her nipples, while kneading them in my horny hands.

"It's okay, Mom, I have you. You won't fall," I said ever so slowly swaying with the action of my Mom's hand, wrist, and arm, while still cupping her breast in my hand.

"I see you have a good hold of me," she said laughing, while looking down at my hand cupping her breast.

"Tit for tat, Mom," I said with a laugh. "If you can hold my cock, I can hold your tit," I said finally running a hand across her nipple, before running my finger across her nipple.

"Oh, don't do that, Paul. That gets Mommy excited and Mommy is in too much pain to get sexually excited."

"Sorry, Mom," I said wanting to call her Mommy and now knowing that my mother's nipples were one of her erogenous zones. "I didn't know your nipples were so sensitive," I said running my finger across her nipple again.

"Oh, Paul, don't," she said giggling with glee. "That gets Mommy very excited."

Even after I cried out in shock that she grabbed my cock, she still tightly held onto my cock. Ever so slightly moving my hips and humping my mother's hand, all the times I imagined my Mom's hand wrapped around my cock, while masturbating me, was nothing like the sensation that I was feeling now and I so wished she'd masturbate me. At that point, I didn't even care the shower was freezing. With my Mom firmly holding onto my cock, I just wanted to hump her hand, I was so hot.

"This isn't working. Let's try an ice bath," she said. "Turn off the shower and start filling the tub with ice," she said. "Now, see if you can gently get me to sit first."

I was touching my Mom practically everywhere to carefully arrange her body to a sitting position.

"Sorry, Mom, I don't mean to sexually molest you," I said, as my hand grab a handful of her breast.

"It's okay, Paul. Mommy understands. I'd rather you accidentally touch me, than hurt me."

Was that an invitation to touch her, even more? If it was, I did. As soon as she said that, I was all over her naked body feeling her big tits and fondling her round ass on the pretense of helping her to sit in the tub. She finally let go of my cock to support her weight by holding onto the side of the tub.

There I was standing in tub and leaning over in front of her, while I imagined my cock was in my mother's mouth. Now my cock was rubbing against her shoulder, as she was slowly moving to a sitting position. In trying to get her in a sitting position, I lifted one of her legs, as she was sitting and my hand slid down from her wet, slippery thigh to her pussy. Oh, my God. I couldn't believe I just touched my Mom's pussy.

"Sorry, Mom. That was an accident. I didn't mean to--"

"Stop saying you're sorry, Paul. It's okay. Do whatever you must do to get me sitting down in the tub without hurting me."

When she said it was okay, I started touching her everywhere again, on the pretense that I was helping her to sit in the tub. Finally, when she was sitting, with me leaning over her and trying to stand without falling, my cock was so close to her mouth that I wished she'd take me in her mouth and suck me. As soon as I thought that, my Mom wrapped her hand around my cock again and pulled me forward and took me in her mouth.

I couldn't believe it. With my hands on the side of the wet tub, losing my balance, I slipped forward and impaled her mouth deeper with my cock. A fantasy dream come true, when I looked down, my mother was looking up at me with my cock in her mouth.

"Mom! What the Hell are you doing?"

"I hope you don't mind, Paul, but sucking on you will take my mind off the pain," she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak. "You don't mind if I suck your cock a little, do you, Paul? It's been a long while since Mommy has had a cock in her mouth and Mommy needs some sexual pleasure to withstand the pain."

She was my mother and she was in pain was my justification to have incestuous sex with my mother. Whatever I could do to ease her pain, I was willing to help. Yet, maybe because she was my mother, but the feel of my cock in her mouth was pure pleasure. I reached down and started fondling her tits and fingering her nipples, while she sucked my hard prick. After all those times that I had masturbated over this exact sexual fantasy, it was as if I had been dreaming a sexual premonition.

Finally, experiencing my sexual fantasy, the one that I imagined nearly every time I masturbated, I always imagined my Mom blowing me, while I fondled her tits and today was the day. I couldn't believe it. I was stunned. I was excited. I didn't care that she was my mother and I was her son. I didn't care that this was incest. It no longer mattered. It felt too good to be so wrong.

"Oh, my God, Mom," I said pausing, while watching her suck me. "You're going to make me cum."

As if giving me the green light to cum in her mouth, when I said that, she sucked me harder and stroked me faster. My mother was willingly sucking my cock, while stroking me with her hand, and cupping my balls with her other hand. She was really blowing me now. I couldn't believe how good she was sucking me. Damn, I never knew my Mom was such a great cocksucker. Just the sight of seeing my cock buried in my mother's mouth, while she was sitting naked in a bathtub of cold water was something I'll be masturbating over for the rest of my life. Never could I have imagined this.

"It's okay, Paul. You can cum in Mommy's mouth. I don't mind," she said removing my cock from her mouth long enough to speak.

I couldn't believe it. Not only was my mother stroking my cock, while blowing me, but she said it was okay for me to cum in her mouth. Even in my wildest sexual fantasy, while masturbating, I never fantasized about cumming in my mother's mouth.

"Mom, this is so wrong," I said humping my mother's mouth and gently putting a hand to the back of her head to fuck her face, while hoping that I didn't hurt her back and hoping she didn't stop.

"You've been looking up my skirt and ogling my panties and staring down my blouse and ogling my tits for years. And I've enjoyed giving you a free show," she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak again, while looking up at me. "Now, it's my turn. Fuck Mommy's mouth, Paul. Mommy needs to blow you. Cum in Mommy's mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. Mommy needs to swallow your cum, Paul."

All this time, my Mom knew I was ogling her. I couldn't believe it. Yet, all this time, she still showed me what I needed to see to masturbate.

"Mom, I didn't know you knew that I was trying to see your underwear."

"Paul, I'm not stupid. I knew what you were doing and I played along. I knew you were horny. Flashing you my panties and bra was my way of getting you to help me collect bottles and cans every day for the big Earth Day celebration. I even heard you masturbating in your room and in the bathroom. I felt the vibration and it excited me to know that you were masturbating over me. Sometimes, while knowing you in your room were masturbating over me, I was in my room masturbating over you. Now, this is your reward for being such a good son and helping Mommy."

"Oh, my God, Mom. If I wasn't so excited, I'd be embarrassed," I said putting my hand to the back of her head, again. "Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me, Mommy! Make me cum. Oh, my God, Mommy, I'm gonna cum!"

Now she was really blowing me. She was really sucking my cock, as if she was as hungry to suck my cock, as I was hungry for her to suck my cock. It didn't take me long, before I exploded all that I had in my mother's mouth and she swallowed all that I gave her, before licking my cock clean of every drop of cum. Then, when she finished blowing me, I reached down to help her out of the tub.

"It's okay, Paul. I can do it myself," she said. "I'm freezing. I need to get out of this tub."

"Did the cold bath help? Is your back better, Mom?"

"I never hurt my back, Paul," she said with a sly look. "I just used that as an excuse for you to strip me naked," she said leaning into me, as soon as she stood and kissing me, French kissing me. "I'm freezing though. Grab me a towel."

"Oh, my God, I don't believe you, Mom."

"I knew you'd never touch me otherwise, if I didn't make the first advance," she said with a smile and a kiss.

We toweled off one another and now that she blew me, I was really touching her everywhere. Feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, feeling her ass, and fingering her pussy, I was all over my Mom's hot body, while kissing her. I couldn't believe I was kissing my Mom, French kissing my Mom. It felt so good to kiss her that I forgot all about her being my Mom. Quickly we finished drying off and she took me in her bedroom.

Knowing we were about to go all the way, I quickly ran to my room for a condom. I had the one condom that I had been saving for about three years for such a lucky occasion. I didn't want to get my mother pregnant. That would be nasty.

"You don't need that. I had my tubes tied years ago," she said.

Both still naked, we fell back on the bed. If I felt excited in the bathtub before, when she took my cock in my mouth, it was even more exciting lying beside my Mom naked now. She kissed me, French kissed me and I responded in kind. At first, it was a little weird kissing my Mom like that, but as soon as we started kissing I couldn't stop. Then, when she started fondling my cock again, I was immediately hard.

I was all over her big tits. I couldn't wait to suck them. Then, she moved my hand down to her pussy and showed me what to do. My first pussy, I was fingering my Mom's pussy. She was so slippery wet. She taught me where to touch her and how to touch her and I had her moaning, after only a few minutes of instructions.

"Eat me," she said. "Lick Mommy's pussy, Paul."

"Okay, Mom," I said sliding down the bed and getting comfortable in between her legs.

To be honest, even though my Mom blew me and I enjoyed receiving a blowjob from her and cumming in her mouth, I was more than reticent to lick my Mom's pussy. First of all, I never licked a pussy before. Secondly, she was my Mom, after all. Yet, I felt that I owed her that and I needed to reciprocate the pleasure she had just given me. Besides, I was curious what it was like to eat a woman's pussy. With her there helping me and guiding my fingers and tongue, different than gaining clumsy experience by learning to eat a woman my age, it didn't take my Mom long to get off and cum in my mouth. I was thrilled that I could give my Mom such sexual pleasure, an orgasm with not only my fingers but also with my tongue.

She pulled me up, as I wiped her off my face and kissed me with more passion that she's kissed me with before.

"Fuck me, Paul. Fuck Mommy," she said in a whispered gasp. "Mommy needs to have your big, hard cock deep in her tight, wet pussy."

I had no idea my Mom talked like this in bed but I liked it. I really liked that she talked dirty to me.

"Tell me that again, Mommy," I said eager to call her Mommy, instead of Mom. "Tell me what you want, Mommy. Talk dirty to me, Mommy. I like it when you talk dirty to me, Mommy."

"Mommy needs you to stick your big, hard cock in her tight, wet pussy," she said whispering her words in my ear, before sticking her tongue in my ear, while squeezing my ass. "Fuck Mommy, Paul," she said louder. "Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy!" Now, she was practically screaming the words and, already hard, I couldn't wait to obey my mother by giving her what she wants and all that she needs.

We had sex, wild uninhibited, incestuous sex. I made love to my mother, as if she was my girlfriend and my mother fucked me, as if I was her boyfriend. She was a wild woman and after shooting a first load in her mouth, I shot a second load in her pussy.

"It's been a long time, since I've had a lover, Paul. After winning the lottery, I don't trust any of the men in town. They just want me for my money," she said looking at me between kisses and hugging me. "You're the best thing that I ever happened to me. You're such a sweet, innocent, young man."

"This is wrong, Mom," I said, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt.

"No one will know what we do behind closed, doors," she said rolling off of me. She still held onto my penis, fondling it between her fingers. After cumming off twice, I was getting hard again. "We're both at our sexual peaks, right now, Paul. Mommy's horny, too. Mommy needs your cock. If you give Mommy what she wants, Mommy will give you whatever you want," she said taking my cock in her mouth again, while looking up at me.

The sexy look she gave me with my cock in her mouth, is something I'll never forget. I love it when my Mom looks at me with my cock in her mouth. My Mom blew me again and I exploded in her mouth again. Then, waiting a few minutes for me to get hard again, we made love again. Only, this time, I fucked her. I really pounded her pussy and we both got off. I came off four times within two hours. I never knew I was such a stud.

After that, we slept in the same bed and had sex every day. Every day my Mom sucked my cock and every day, I fucked my mother. My Mom and I stayed in our sexual relationship for a year, until I graduated college and found a girlfriend and my Mom found a boyfriend. I still look back at that time we were sexually together with fond memories. Even after I married, even after I went on my Honeymoon, never have I had as much sex with my wife, as I had with my mother. And to think that it all started by going dumpster diving to collect bottles and cans for Earth Day.