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While washing myself off (once again) in the bathroom, I was replaying the recent events of the last weeks in my mind.
The whole thing started from an innocent bath that a mother was giving her son because of his injuries. It has however since unraveled beyond my wildest fantasies, resulting in the wonderful, unforgettable feet-job my mother had just given me. Whenever I thought of her perfect little feet on my swollen cock, I felt a warm feeling inside. My dick however was silent. Exhausted and abused, it didn't even flinch when I thought of what had just happened minutes ago.
I absentmindedly looked outside the bathroom window that overlooked our backyard. Mother was still lying on the chair naked as I had left her. As soon as I saw what she was doing though, I froze. She had tucked both her hands between her legs and was moving them up and down furiously. I couldn't have a clear view of all the action because she was facing the other way and the foliage of the oak tree partly obstructed my view. She was undoubtedly however masturbating.
Normally a sight like this would send my hormones sky high inflating my cock instantly. My mother naked, lying on a chair, her legs spread wide (even if they were facing the other way) and her beautiful ripe tits jiggling from the movement of her hands. I instinctively lowered my hand to my penis, only to discover that it hang down flaccid. I tried to jerk it to consciousness but all my efforts were futile. It just refused to respond.
I cursed my luck that I was letting such a moment slip away, but I knew there was nothing I could do. Besides, what I had just experienced was by all measures far superior.
I walked into my room and fell on the bed. Moments later I was asleep.
I woke up hours later from the sound of the TV downstairs. There was a wonderful smell in the air coming from the kitchen and only then did I realize that I had missed lunch. My stomach groaned, so I put some clothes on and headed downstairs.
Mom seemed in a great mood while making dinner. She kissed me on the cheek when I entered and waved me to sit down. We had a wonderful meal that we both enjoyed judging from my mom's happy demeanor.
We chatted as usual about mundane things and if anybody could see or hear us he wouldn't possibly be able to suspect what had transpired between us hours ago. Only if he could somehow poke into my brain would he be flabbergasted by the images that flooded my mind.
You see, while superficially making small talk with mom, I could not take the image of her masturbating out in the backyard. I watched her hands as she poured water in my glass or passed me a plate and all I could think was that these hands were rubbing her pussy just a while ago. I wanted to grab them, kiss them, suck them but most of all I wanted to see her pleasuring herself again. How could I achieve that?
Needless to say of course that my cock was back on track spurting a massive erection as I was picturing her naked body and the thing that she did to me with her lovely feet.
It became increasingly difficult to focus on our conversation and my mom naturally noticed that.
"What's up honey? You look a bit absentminded. Are you still tired?"
"No... tired? Of course not. It's nothing, I just..." I blurted.
"Are you perhaps... thinking about what happened before? In the backyard?" she asked giving me a concerned look.
"Well...yes... and you know, I am a little, I mean..." God! She had just wanked me with her feet and I still couldn't spell it out!
"You are thinking about it and you got excited, is that it? Don't worry, you have to know by now that I don't mind. In fact I find it quite flattering." She stood up carrying her plate to the sink.
"And of course I am always here to help you find relief as promised" she continued and sat back down opposite me. "But there is something I have to clear up with you. It's one thing to help you find relief by providing some kind of... let's say visual aid whenever you need it and a completely different story when it gets... well, physical."
"But I-" I protested.
"I know, I know. You have been a perfect gentleman so far. It was me that got ... carried away and initiated the physical contact, first here and then out in the back." She looked me in the eyes and continued.
"But this stops here. There will absolutely be no touching between us. A young virile boy such as yourself feels aroused by any woman he sees, even his mother. It's not perfectly OK but boys do spy on their mothers getting dressed or undressed or search their underwear drawers. This is part of growing up. But getting into physical contact... that's not OK. It is unnatural and perverse. Please promise me that whatever we do from now on, you will never lay a finger on me. And I will do the same, whether we like it or not. Otherwise, this stops now."
I nodded and reassured her that I would never touch her in an inappropriate way. After all I loved and respected her too much to do that.
She seemed satisfied and gave me a peck in the cheek. She then moved close to my ear and whispered: "Apart from that however, you can ask me anything you want..."
I gulped and felt my cock stretching the material of my shorts. Her warm breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine.
"Well, actually... I am pretty excited right now." I said and pushed back my chair revealing the tent in my crotch.