This story involves Incestuous and lesbian sexual activity. If this bothers you, don't read it!
This is my first contribution, please be gentle.
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Skiing sucks, I hate it! I pondered this thought as I lay in bed on my first morning home from the hospital after taking a tumble at the ski resort resulting in both of my arms broken and now in traction.
My name is James by the way; I'm a 19 year old college freshman. I live with my mom in a nice suburban home. I love my 39 year old mom to death; she has been there for me through some really tough times like when my father died in a car accident. While my situation seemed quite abrasive, I never realized how interesting it would turn out.
Life like this wasn't fun. Mom had to bath me, dress me, and embarrassingly help me in the bathroom. I got over the awkwardness of being naked in front of her after the first time I had to go to the bathroom and she told me that I had nothing she hadn't ever seen and that I absolutely had to have help with my daily necessities. That night we decided that I should have a bath. Mom stripped me down and helped me to the tub. After 5 minutes, her clothing had become soaked.
"Jim, if it's not too awkward, I'm going to take my shirt off. Do you mind," she asked me.
I told her that it wouldn't bother me and that I had seen her in her underwear before and it wasn't that big of a deal. I mean I didn't look at her like that, she was mom. She informed me that she was going to have to wash everything. I didn't really catch her meaning until I felt her soaping up my balls and my dick. "Mom," I exclaimed and kind of jumped a bit.
"Honey you can't take a bath and not wash down there and besides, I used to wash you there when you were a kid," she replied.
"Yeah but it's a bit different now," I told her.
She laughed and told me to relax and this would be a nightly ritual so I had better get comfortable with it and ended that comment with "And yes you certainly are different down there now."
As she continued to wash me up, I thought about her last comment. I peeked at her out of the corner of my eye and strangely enough was allured by the sight of my mother kneeling by the tub in her white lace bra washing my privates. Now for the record, my mom is what would be considered a MILF. She's about 5'8" 130 lbs with shoulder length light brown hair with blonde highlights and brown eyes. Many times my friends had commented on her. She informed me that we were done and she helped me stand up.
Her last comment was gnawing at me so I asked her what she meant by it.
"Oh," she said with a blush. "I just mean that you have grown into quite a strapping young man, that's all honey."
I guess she was right. While not hung like John Holmes I had a nice piece. It pleased a few girls I had met at the college. I felt a sense of pride as she dried me off, wrapped a towel around me, and led me back to my bedroom. She asked me if I wanted to put some PJ's or boxers on; or sleep naked. I thought, "What the hell," and said I think Ill sleep in the buff tonight.
She smiled and said, "You are your mother's son." Then she helped me into bed, and kissed me on the cheek. That night I dreamed about my mom sleeping in the nude.
The next morning I was awoken to mom shaking me.
"Time to get up Jim," she said as she pulled off my sheets.
"Oh my," she exclaimed and immediately put the sheet back over me. "I'm sorry honey I forgot you were sleeping naked."
It didn't dawn on me right away until I looked down at the sheet and realized that I had a massive hardon. I was blushing a thousand shades of red and told her I was really sorry that it just sometimes happens in the morning.
"Oh, it's ok. It's just been a while since I have seen one of those and it caught me off guard is all. It's perfectly natural sweetie. Lord knows your father used to wake up 'at attention' just about every morning. Let's get you to the bathroom."
Hearing about my dad's erections was the perfect way to get my boner to go away it seemed as I felt it start to dwindle. Now normally I would have taken care of it with a quick wank, but unfortunately that wasn't possible with my arms being unmovable. When we got to the bathroom I had to pee really bad, but I still had a hardon. This was very awkward; I mean I didn't want to piss all over the bathroom.
"Mom I uh, I can't go right now," I said rather hesitantly.
"Why not," she asked and I nodded downward toward my dick.
"Oh, right. I guess that would be an issue. Umm..." and she looked around as if some magical cure was sitting on the counter.
"Yeah, if I go right now you'll be cleaning up pee from behind the toilet," I said with a sheepish look.
"Does it really shoot out further when it's hard," she asked.
This caught me off guard; I mean here I am talking to my mom about my erection and its effects on my bowel movements.
'Trust me mom, it would be a bad idea," I said with a sigh.
"Well you can't not go Jim, how about if I just aim for you," she asked, obviously embarrassed.
"Mom, you already do enough embarrassing stuff, I can't ask you to do this too," I replied.
"It's okay, I really don't mind. Hey one day you're gonna be taking care of me when I'm old and senile," she said to me and moved over near the toilet.
She reached down and grabbed my shaft and aimed it down. It oddly felt quite good to have her warm hand on my dick. When I was finished she asked me if I wipe it or anything to which I replied with a half laugh, "No."
'That was fun, like one of those games at the carnival," she said with a laugh.
The next few days played pretty much the same way. Increasingly the sight of my mom in her bra while I bathed, her helping my aim when I needed to go, and the fact that she and I slept naked was really turning me on. I began to have sexual thoughts of her. I figured it was just the fact that I hadn't come in about 7 straight days and that my hormones were going crazy. Mom began to notice that I was hard most of the time.
"Honey is everything okay down there," she asked me one night while putting me to bed indicating my dick. Being immensely aroused I had a bit of a looser tongue and replied, "Well I have an itch that I can't scratch right now mom and its just tough dealing with it."
She looked at me for half a second and said "Ah, I see. Yeah I guess that would be tough for a man your age, you poor thing."
After the next weekend, my mom had to return to work so she enlisted the help of my Aunt Linda to hang out with me during the day. Aunt Linda was 3 years younger than my mom but otherwise almost a spitting image of her. Linda was the "cool aunt". She used to take me to the mall so I could hang with my friends, let me sneak a smoke here and there, let me drink beer while I stayed at her place, and would talk about anything and everything.
The morning Linda was coming over, my mother and I decided to get my bath over with early. This time though, my mom bathed me while she was wearing only a white lace bra and some white cotton bikini panties so as not to get her work clothes dirty.
Panties being a fetish of mine I was extremely turned on and decided to play around a little. I was "clumsy" when I got into the bath tub and purposely splashed water on to her. My aim was right on and some splashed on her belly and panties. I sat there staring out of the corner of my eye trying to get a glimpse of the front to see if I could make out anything. I had an enormous erection at this point. I wanted to come so bad. My carnal thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.
"Linda must be early," mom said and got up. I stared at her ass the whole time as she walked out of the bathroom.
I could hear my aunt's voice in the distance and a bit of panic began to set in as I thought about the fact that I wasn't finished with my bath and I still had an enormous erection.
