"Yes, son, I am."
My cock ached. It was hard for quite some time. Being caged inside wet pants was not pleasant. I tried to weigh the 2 options, but my mid-reef brain won against my other one. I undressed and stood naked behind Mom. Her body was much sexier than I thought it would be; At 40, her ass was mildly wider than that of a classic model, but would fit perfectly a Peter Paul Rubens model. It looked soft yet I didn't notice wrinkles or cellulite... It was round and sexy.
Without turning, Mom's hand moved back and gave me the soap. I started rubbing it on her shoulders. They felt smooth and warm. Initially, my palms trembled - The excitement was killing me. But slowly, I felt better, and massaging her back with the soap was better. She leaned on the wall and moaned softly.
She muttered, "Honey, your hands perform magic. I love what you do."
After doing the upper and center of her back, I moved down, and eventually reached the upper part of her globes. I stopped there, unsure what to do next.
I could barely hear Mother whispering, "Yes, honey, you can continue your journey if you want it."
By now my dick was rock-hard and pointing upward. I was aroused like never before, and here was a gorgeous naked woman... my mother! I was dizzy.
My hands descended to her perfect ass cheeks and caressed them lovingly. With the soap. She groaned and backed toward my hands. Seconds later, my raging cock nestled in her crack. Mom moaned again, not moving away.
I couldn't hold it anymore and ejaculated with a wild growl. Mom's butt gyrated lightly against my cock until I was done. When it began to shrivel, she said, "Honey, That's OK. You are young and get easily excited. There is nothing wrong. However, you did only half the job. The way you did my back I'd give you an A. It's time to do the front...
Subsequently, she turned around. I was mesmerized. The breasts, I vaguely saw from the entrance, revealed themselves with all their glory - Round, voluptuous, perfect! My lips felt dry, and I licked them.
Mom watched my face the whole time. She grinned, "Colin dear, you are an adult now. You can ogle as much as you want. You are allowed to touch, too. But, please, do it with the soap.
I woke up from my daze, and rubbed my eyes. Mom chortled, "No Colin, it's not a dream. It's me, naked, waiting for you to touch my body..."
I began soaping the underside of her tits, gradually moving up. I cupped her magnificent orbs and felt my cock begin to rise again. I massaged her firm mammaries, still not believing I was doing it. Her brownish nipples contracted and hardened under my touch. If I died at that moment, I'd die happy...
All of a sudden, I felt Mom's palm gently caressing my growing organ. She whispered, "Oh, Colin, it's so big, hard, and smooth. I love the way it feels. You definitely are an adult now..."
I gave up on the pretend-soaping thing and my hands trailed on her breath-taking body. As my arousal grew, my hand descended from her concave navel toward her mound. The scant hair led to the desired opening. By now my brain was totally out of the picture, and my hand movements were guided by animalistic instincts. The external labia were puffy and wet, but it didn't feel like water-wet. It was almost oily. She was as aroused as I was. I stopped and gazed into her eyes.
For a long moment, we stared at each other's eyes. Mom broke the silence, "Honey, let me wash myself. I'll be out shortly. Please, don't dress up..."
I exited the bathroom. Naked. I felt lightheaded and sat on the sofa with my cock at full mast.
...
Mom came out 5 minutes later wearing a sheer pink nighty. Everything was covered, but was seen as if in the open! Mom never looked sexier. She stopped at the door and glanced at me. Her stare paused at my groin, concentrating on my upward directed penis.
Mom mumbled, "Poor baby." She moved in my direction, knelt in front of my legs, and slowly but firmly, spread my knees apart. She took my organ in her soft palm and gazed at it.
"Honey, your dick is perfect. The head is velvety and soft, the shaft is hard and veiny, and the size is amazing... You helped me nicely in the shower, let me take care of you here."
Next, she leaned, and her lips touched the top. It jolted slightly. She giggled and kissed it. I watched in awe her lips spread and gradually envelope the head. She sucked on it mildly, and it jerked again.
She looked into my eyes, removed my penis from her mouth, and whispered, "Honey, relax and watch. I know you never had oral before, but it's time to learn new things. Don't try to hold back. If it's time to let go, just do it."
Her lips wrapped my cock again, and slowly but surely my pecker began disappearing into her mouth. I sat there, hypnotized by the erotic scene, feeling in a daze. Mom's palm caressed my sac, jiggling gently my testicles. A minute later, her lips touched the hairy base. She gave me a winning look, and then started bobbing up and down on my member. It was a double whammy; Watching her luscious lips descending on my cock was the sexiest sight ever, and when she pulled back up, the same lips, with the help of her tongue, milked my rod like a powerful Dyson...
I was able to withstand the immensely pleasurable torture for only 3 minutes before exploding in her hot mouth. Mom's eyes were focused on mine as she sucked me dry. There was no hint of gagging or sounds of choking. I recalled reading that many women hated performing a blowjob, or hated the taste of cum, but Mom did it like a pro!... I was exhausted, but a happy man.
I glanced at her lovingly, "Mom, you really are the best. EVER! But what about you? Yes, it is my birthday, but there is no reason you can't have fun as well.
She moved up, sat by me, and said, "Let me go to the bathroom. I'll be back and tell you my story."
...
"Your Dad and I got married 20 years ago. In the beginning, he was the ideal mate: Handsome like you, generous, gentle, loving, and a great sexual partner. When I got pregnant, he was the happiest almost-father ever. However, when my tummy grew, around 7 months into my pregnancy, he lost it. He couldn't look at me, started drinking, and twice he called me a fat cow. I was devastated. But it was too late. My only hope was, that after I'd deliver you, my body would return to what it was before. It wasn't easy. I breast fed you and was hungry much of the time, so my weight didn't change much in the first year. I noticed he began leaving the house two evenings every week, and stopped having sex with me. I knew he was seeing somebody else, but there was nothing I could do. I suffered for a year and then decided I needed to change my life. I was too young to give up. I started going to a gym and doing the Mediterranean Diet. I even lost 10 pounds, but it was too late. It became apparent Dad was interested in his mysterious lover. I divorced him when you were 3 years old. He disappeared and never bothered sending money. His yearly card is the only sign he still remembers he once fathered a baby... It wasn't easy to work a full time job supporting both of us, and at the same time caring for a growing toddler. A nice neighbor helped me. She agreed to take half of what other nannies asked for. When you were 10 years old, I accelerated my exercise routine and restricted my eating. By then my weight was already the same as before the pregnancy. I tried to look online for another man. In a period of 2 years, I went out with 4 different men, but neither one was what I was looking for. I gave up and knew I was destined to never marry again. But my body craved the sex I used to have with your Dad. I masturbated a lot, but it gave me only a partial relief. So every year, on my birthday, I went to a bar, got drunk, and brought a random guy home to have real sex. Even though I felt guilty afterward, I told myself it was my birthday present. I don't know how it happened I didn't get pregnant again or, god forbid, caught an STD, but I guess I was lucky. When you turned 17, I noticed you grew beautifully. You were already an attractive man, but not legally mature yet. I waited for you for a full year..." she gazed at me, "Honey, now that you are officially the man of the house, I explained to you some of your duties. In addition, you have me. So consider it a privilege or duty. I'd like to care for you the same way I'd care for any man who would have been man of the house... What do you think?"
I was still shocked. Everything happened so fast: This morning we were a normal mother-son family. And now, after being naked in the shower together, and she sucked me, we were talking about life as intimate partners...
I needed some answers, "Mom, I loved everything we did so far. But isn't the idea of incest bothering you at all?"
She had a bitter laugh, "Colin dear, my life was not easy, and I am not getting younger. As I told you, I experimented with other men, but for different reasons, it wasn't successful. My body craves the touch of a man. A real, gentle, strong man. The same question you asked me now, I asked myself a year ago, and struggled with the implications. Even today, I went to shower and left the door slightly open on purpose. I told myself that if you realized the door was open and closed it, I would never try to seduce you again. But you peeked, ogled and even started masturbating, watching my naked body. When you were in the bathroom, you had ample opportunities to leave, but never did. Honey, if you are not interested, feel guilty, or you find it disgusting, tell me, and I won't mention it again... You are an adult now, and I love you. I'll accept whatever you decide."
I stared at her eyes, "Promise?"
She whispered, "Yes, I swear..."
"OK, Mom, since I am the man of the house, I want you naked on the bed, spread your legs, and I wish to lick you, returning the oral you so graciously performed on me!"
