"Mmm," I moaned softly. "It feels great, mom." Her hands moved down to my hips, squeezing my sides and pushing my shorts down a little. I ground myself hard into the bench, feeling her hands touch the top of my ass. My cock grew incredibly hard, and for a moment I thought about turning around and pulling my mom on top of me, stripping her and fucking her like mad. But I could not do that, it was just so wrong. At least this way the façade of receiving a massage masked my sexual behavior. And so we continued that way until, finally, she finished. We were both breathing heavily and my cock was numb.
"Ok babe," she panted. "Now why don't you—oh shit."
"I just remember an appointment." Her hand reached out to touch my arm. "Babe, would you keep exercising? For me? You can just use the bike." The feel of her hand on my arm sent tingles throughout my body.
"Okay, mom," I replied. "You did give me a great massage, after all."
She grinned and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. "Great, thanks. I'll be back this afternoon." I stared at her breasts while she gave me the kiss. Her cleavage was enormous this close up. When she straightened, I glanced at her clearly visible nipples and then up to her face.
"Cya, babe." I watched her trot from the room, then listened as she went upstairs to dress. It was not until I heard her leave the house that I rolled on my back and began to stroke my rock-hard cock. With thoughts of her body and her touch still very fresh in my mind, it took only a minute for me to climax. Fireworks exploded in my head, a dizzying array of colors and images of my half-naked mother. I shot cum all over my stomach and chest. Some of it dripped down onto the mat, but I did not begin to clean any of it up until I had jerked myself completely dry.
That night I dreamt about my father. It was a recurring dream about his death which I had witnessed when I was very young. I was always left unsettled by it. Sometimes I would wake my mother to tell her. This time was a particularly horrible version of the dream, an especially vivid recollection of that horrible event. I jumped awake sometime in the middle of the night to find myself covered by a cold sweat. My bare chest glistened.
I went into the bathroom to towel myself off then crept into my mother's room. She had a large room with a queen-sized bed and a soft nightlight. At the moment everything but her head was under the covers and she was on her side. I knelt by the bed, resting my elbows on the comforter, looking at her face. It was so peaceful. I wasn't sure if I wanted to wake her when she was sleeping so soundly, especially given what had happened earlier in the gym. Her intimate instructions and sensual massage had been the most sexual moments ever shared with my mother and I was not sure I wanted to be so close to her again this soon.
It was no longer up to me when she stirred and opened her eyes. She immediately looked concerned in the dim lighting, sitting up on her side and reaching out to touch my arm. The covers slipped down off her shoulder, revealing a purple terrycloth robe. It hung loosely from her body, mostly open at the top and showing some cleavage.
"Oh, babe," she murmured, immediately recognizing what had happened. "You poor thing." She rubbed my arm sympathetically while I just looked down, frightened from my dream yet embarrassed to have awoken her. "Come here, hon." She lifted the blanket, inviting me in. I saw that her robe was very short. It fell about mid-thigh and was half open, showing one bare leg and the strap of a blue pair of panties. Above that it was tied loosely at her stomach, and above that was her magnificent partially-covered cleavage.
Wearing just my boxer shorts I climbed into my mother's bed. There was plenty of space for her to move back and give each of us a generous portion of the bed. But she did not move, leaving me less than half of the bed to call my own. I was glad for that, as I needed her comfort just then. I lay on my side and faced her, smiling appreciatively. The covers were up at our chests.
It was not until she leaned forward to hug me that I became erect. I realized that I was nearly nude and in bed with my sexy mother. Tingles spread through my body as she hugged me, her head on my shoulder and both of us laying on our sides. She was leaning pretty far so I slid my body closer. My mother responded by moving closer as well. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her breasts slightly against me. When she finally moved away, we were now sharing one pillow. Our bodies were nearly touching.
"Thanks mom," I whispered. I was aroused but I was also genuinely upset by the dream. Tears welled in my eyes.
"Babe!" she cried softly. She moved even closer and now our bare thighs were pressing together. I thought about what I had seen, her robe which had revealed her blue panties. Then I embraced my mother, completely turned on now. Her generous cleavage pressed into my chest and I nuzzled at her neck. She held me tightly, our entire bodies touching except for our hips. Her hand rubbed my back softly. "It's ok," she cooed.
I nodded, sniffling, although my sadness had been turned fully into lust. I snuggled with my sexy mom, not wanting her to release me. And she loved me so she did not let me go. After a little bit I pushed the covers down with my feet, mumbling that it was hot. She didn't respond, just continued to stroke my back, to comfort me. With the covers down I could now see her body. The opening of her robe had widened. It fell open a good distance both above and below the tie around her hips. Her blue panties were more visible than they had been, while the breast closest to the bed was mostly bare. The robe had almost opened enough to show a nipple, and perhaps would have except that my body, pressing against hers, was holding the robe in place.
Now all of those times masturbating while watching or thinking about my mother came back to me. Lust surged throughout my body, forcing me to do what I did next. I reached out and slipped my hand inside the opening of my mother's robe at her hip, just below where it was loosely tied. I wrapped that arm around her and then hooked it up so it was resting against her bare back. I had to lean more against her so that I could reach. The process had caused the top flap of her robe to fold back behind her body so that now her bare thighs and tiny panties were fully visible. I felt her stop moving for a moment. Perhaps she was considering what I had done. Had I gone too far? Then she resumed stroking my back. Apparently she was okay with the setup. I slid my arm and hand up and down her entire bare back, my elbow pushing down at her panties each time it slid down. My cock was incredibly erect, but since our hips were not touching, she could not feel that. Driven by lust, I stopped nuzzling my mother's neck to kiss her on the cheek. She smiled.
"I love you, mom," I whispered softly. I kissed her again, this time on the lips, and then rested my head on the pillow next to hers. Her eyes were closed, so I gazed down at her cleavage. I could easily see down her robe...in fact, all the way down to her panties. Her tie had come completely loose and now the robe was just resting there. The inside of each of her beasts was bare, the bottom one more so than the top.
After a while we stopped rubbing each other although we remained in a hug. Eventually, I saw that my mom was asleep. She was breathing slowly and deeply through her open mouth. I was still immensely turned on and so I did not waste any time nor was I limited by inhibitions. There were things I had often wanted to do to my mother's body and now that she was unconscious, I would do them.
I began by sliding my forearm down her back. My elbow pushed at her panties and I allowed the entire arm to drag slowly against them. They were pushed down some by the time my hand reached the waistband. The top of her ass crack was now visible as I looked down over her body. I really should I have stopped there, but instead I hooked my fingers into the waistband and began to tug. The panties slid easily and my mom did not respond in any way. As I pulled them over her ass, the back of my fingers rubbed against her smooth cheeks. It felt incredible. When the panties were stretched far enough, they began to slide down in the front too. I struggled not to breath heavily on my mother as the front of her panties moved. Her ass was now completely bare, though, so I stopped pulling on them. Watching her face intently, I rubbed the back of my hand against her smooth, dry, soft bottom. I rotated the hand and stroked her ass with my palm, wrapping my fingers gently around one cheek.
I was panting as I stopped moving my hand, not wanting to jostle her too much. My fingers were stretched out over the crack of her ass and I tried desperately to resist running one of those fingers inside the crack. It was too risky. Instead, I brought that hand up to her chest. With all the caution I could muster, I folded down the bottom of her robe. The robe opened easily and there, directly in front of my face, was my mother's fully exposed breast. The breast was large, well-rounded and had a tantalizingly erect nipple. I wanted desperately to lean down just a little bit and suck on it. With much less caution, I folded the top half of the robe up so that I could see her other breast. My mother stirred and I froze, terrified that she might wake. I did not move for a long time until her steady breathing resumed.
Just for the full effect I undid the tie of her robe and opened it around her hips. Now my mother was nude before me. Both of her tempting breasts as well as her ass were bare. I gazed from her breasts down to her belly button and then her crotch. If I pulled her panties down just a little further, I would actually be able to see the lips of her pussy. It was a dizzying thought, but I just could not make myself to go that far. I focused on her breasts instead. I was afraid to touch them, fearing their sensitivity would wake her up. In fact, I suddenly realized that I was afraid in general. What if she suddenly did wake up? She would know what I had done and it would change our relationship forever. Fearfully I pulled her panties back up and recovered one of her breasts. I also redid the tie at her hips. What had I been thinking?
I was about to cover her other breast, the one against the bed, when my eyes locked on the nipple. It was still very erect and very, very hot. I licked my lips and slid down, resting my head on the mattress just below the pillow. Her breast bulged directly in front of my face. I leaned forward, opening my mouth, breathing warm air onto her nipple as my lips move towards it. And gently, softly, I pressed my lips against her breast. The nipple was in my mouth and I touched it with my tongue. My mother made a soft noise as she slept and rotated back slightly. My head moved with her. I licked her nipple and she made the noise again. Encourage, I began to suck, suctioning the tip of her breast, suckling on her nipple. I licked while I sucked, rolling the nipple around inside my mouth. She moaned and started to turn onto her back, so I opened my mouth and let her nipple pop out. My mouth remained open, savoring the lingering taste of my mother's tit. I could see my saliva on her breast. I rested my head on back on the pillow, ready to close my eyes and feign sleep if she awoke.
She did not. Again she fell into a deep sleep, this time snoring because she was on her back. Her robe was open on the bottom, showing her legs, the side of her ass and her panties, while one breast was bare. I moved close and, for the first time in the bed, I pressed my crotch into her. My massively erect shaft pushed against her bare thigh through my boxers. Desperately I stretched my boxers down and rubbed my bare cock against her thigh. It was incredible, my throbbing cock rubbing against the soft skin of my mother's thigh. I moved my hips in order to rub it up and down and create some friction between us. I could have just masturbated, but I might never get this chance again. I wanted to cum just by rubbing my bare cock against my mother's bare body.
Gently I rocked my hips back and forth against her side. I felt my balls nestle against the bottom of her ass as I pushed into her thigh. It was very difficult to go slowly and gently. But if she awoke I would not be able to cum and may have even been caught, so I was very patient. My cock rubbed in long, slow motions. Her skin was very smooth and very soft against my shaft. As I worked up towards a climax I reached out and cupped her breast. She stirred and I did not move until I was certain that she was sleeping once more. Now with each motion of my cock I also stroked her breast. The movements were all very subtle, very gentle and very long.
I was getting close. A little more sexual grinding with my mother and I would cum. The orgasm was building as slowly as my motions. I felt the cum building, coming to the surface, absolutely aching to be free and to explode all over my mom as I rubbed my cock against her body. I gasped with each movement of my long hard shaft against my mother. My hand then squeezed her breast, but it was much too hard, much too sudden. She stirred and began to roll towards me. I pulled back as she rolled, but I was not fast enough, and her crotch came to rest fully against my cock. My balls were squeezed between my mom's thighs and my penis was pushing against her crotch. I felt my mother's pussy lips wrap around my cock through her blue panties and I came, shooting cum on my mother's belly, on the bed and on my self. I grunted and panted even though her face was directly in front of mine on the pillow. If she woke now, it would all come crashing down. But I did not care. I was cumming, I was having an orgasm with my mother's pussy touching my cock, her thighs on my balls, and so I lost all control: I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, licking them hungrily.
It was truly a miracle that she did not wake up. Nearly an hour later, as it was getting lighter outside, I cleaned up the cum as best I could while marveling at the fact that I had not woken her. I had come dangerously close to getting caught -- but, I had made it. And I had groped my mother's entire body and then squirted cum all over both of us. I fell asleep excited about what had happened.
Over the next couple weeks I began to escalate the sexual contact with my mother. A plan had formed in my head: I would get my mom accustomed to the feel of my cock between her legs. The first day I found her in the kitchen after school. She was pacing while talking on the phone, wearing a short sexy sundress. I approached and wrapped my arms around her hips in a tight embrace. My crotch pressed lightly against hers, our bodies flush against one another. I felt her pull away a little -- apparently she was conscious of our crotches touching. After the hug I stepped away to see that her dress was wrinkled and clinging to her breasts. I returned the smile she gave me as she continued her conversation. Usually she was the one wanting hugs, so she seemed pleased that I had given her one freely.
For several days we went through the same routine. Whenever I saw her for the first time each day I would give her a hug. I always touched my cock against her body and she always pulled away. However, she was gradually moving her hips a shorter and shorter distance from me. I could see that she was becoming more comfortable with our intimate hugs. Finally, one evening, she did not back off. The day had been a scorcher and the air conditioning was on inside. According to the weatherman it would be this hot for days.
When she came home I met her in the kitchen for our daily hug. She was wearing a tight blue t-shirt and white khaki shorts. She smiled and put her bag down as I walked towards her. "Hey babe."
"Hey," I replied, and then my arms were around her. I hugged around her back and pushed my chest into her breasts. My feet moved in close so that I could press my cock between her legs. I expected her to pull back, but she did not. Our crotches remained snug together.
"Ohh, thanks," she murmured. "I need a hug today." We stayed pressed together until I just had to step back, else risk her feeling my growing erection. And so from then on we had intimate hugs. I had succeeded in getting my mom used to the feel of her baby's shaft against her crotch. Every day we had our hugs, to the point that it was the highlight of my day. I masturbated nightly thinking about her, the memory of our bedtime adventure fueled by the hugs. It aroused me so greatly that a problem developed: I was starting to become erect even before we hugged.
The first time it happened was on a Saturday morning. I came downstairs to find my mom watching TV, wearing a small black bra and black panties. JC Penny had sent her some new underwear and she typically kept it on overnight to get a good feel for it. She stood up in those tiny undies and I got hard right away. But it was too late to turn away and so I hugged her, my loose boxers failing completely in hiding my erection. My slightly erect shaft pressed firmly against my mom's pussy through her flimsy panties. I felt her soft and supple breasts against my body as well, which only made me harder. My hands dropped to her hips, squeezing and then pushing her gently away. I headed to the kitchen, embarrassed because I knew she had felt my erection. My only comfort was that she could have thought it was just a typical male morning erection.
Unfortunately, the very next day I had a similar encounter. She came home around noon wearing a short, loose skirt and snug top. She was fully clothed yet I still got hard the moment I laid eyes on her. I could not avoid the hug, however, so I just resigned myself to pressing my erection against my mother. It was horribly embarrassing. She pulled back, gasping slightly.
"Babe!" I just looked down, embarrassed. I was a little confused by what she said next: "In the middle of the day?" Then she walked past me and shut off the TV. To my delight I saw, just before she shut it off, that some scantily clad woman had been on the screen. I hadn't really even been watching it, but she seemed to think my erection was from the show.
"Sorry," I murmured, although inside I was deeply relieved.
What had I gotten myself into? My mother expected an intimate hug from me every day, yet every time I saw her I got an erection. I had gotten lucky twice, but a third time would be far too suspicious. I was desperate. The only out I could think of was to somehow desensitize myself towards my mother. I would have to do something with her that was even hotter than giving her a hug, while still keeping up the innocence of it all. Hopefully then I would stop getting hard just from the daily hugs. And hopefully that other something would not escalate wildly out of control.
Before taking a shower that Sunday night I stole our back-scrubber tool and hid it in my room. I then started my shower, and after a little bit I called out to my mother. I couldn't be sure if she had answered over the loud noise of the shower, so I called again. Soon I heard her at the door.
"What?" she said loudly, to be heard over the water.
"Where's the back thing?" I yelled back. I heard the door open and my mom enter the bathroom. A thick shower curtain separated us, and the shower was long, doubling as a bath. I poked my head around the curtain. "It's not in here." She was still wearing the skirt and t-shirt from earlier.
"Umm..." I watched as she searched around the bathroom. Her skirt rode high up her thighs when she bent down to check under the sink. I had to move back a little further from the curtain to keep my massive erection from making a tent. She stood to face me. "I don't know, hon. Are you sure it's not in there? Maybe behind the curtain?"