Another Incredible One Ch. 01byone4me©
It all started a few years ago when my dad just up and walked out with his secretary without even as much as a "goodbye" or anything! My mom and I had no choice but to pickup and start out where they had left off working the family business together. Our secretary was my dad's first wife's sister, and I think he was seeing her all along during his 22-year marriage to my mom. It might have also been the reason for his first divorce after his 7-year marriage to his first wife, I don't know for sure. But I do know it changed all of our lives over night! My mom contacted the business accountant and found that there was enough money in the till to purchase a car which she badly needed for transportation since dad took the only car we had when he left.
Her new car was an old, used one. But at least it ran good, and was good with the gas mileage. Our first weekend without dad proved to be a rough one. Mom and I had decided to drive to the mountains for a picnic and some well-deserved R&R, which was her way of coping with the loss of what she called, "That creep!" I knew she missed him though, and hadn't said anything bad about him yet. The picnic went well, but on the way back home another driver hit us broadside and totaled mom's new (old) car! She was all right, and insurance replaced the old car within a month with a much newer one.
I was, on the other hand, not so well off! The accident had taken its toll on me leaving me with 3 broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. Ouch! I don't know which hurt worse, the shoulder or the ribs! One thing was clear – I needed help to do some basic things, like peeing! Of course my mom had made it clear she would help me with any problems that would arise from the accident, and since I couldn't put my arms forward to unzip my pants or anything like that, she had to help me by holding my pecker while I pissed into the toilet.
The first couple of times were really something! She would tell me when she was ready, and when I let loose with a full stream, it would miss the toilet splashing all over the place! I laughed at her, and mumbled something about her lack of aim, but she would reply about how much harder it was for a guy to keep the toilet clean then she had previously thought! It was a good lesson for her to learn.
This went on for 6 weeks while I was recovering. Finally, the time came when I could begin to work my arms and shoulder without too much problem, and told her I was ready to "take over my personal chores again..." She seemed to act like she was bothered by that, a reaction that surprised me since I thought she couldn't wait to stop helping me like that!
A few days later, she made a comment about it. "Jeff, it still hasn't been all that long since the accident, and if you have days where your arms or shoulder are bothering you, please feel free to ask me for my help. I don't mind, really I don't."
Her voice was almost pleading with me! I decided to take advantage of the situation and the next day, I told her my muscles were really stiff for some reason, and would need her help in the bathroom. Up until now, I had been able to take baths and dress quite well with the help of a long handled "gripper" designed to pick up golf balls and the like. I had used this "gripper" to help me wash hard to reach places in the bath, pull my pants up when getting dressed, and get my shirts in place so my mom would only have to button the buttons and do the zipping parts. Well, for some reason I had "misplaced" the gripper and now needed her help with a few more things than before! Her eyes actually lit up! I couldn't believe how excited she became or how willing she was to dive right in and help me with all the little things I "now" needed help with. If I had known (or thought of) it before, I'd have "lost" that thing very early on! But you know what they say, "Better late than never..."
So over the next few days, things really heated up around the ole' homestead! After a full day of working the store, we'd get home and mom would quickly tend to my bathroom needs. I would be totally washed, dried and dressed (in my robe) before she even went into her own bathroom to tend to her own needs. She seemed especially gentle when she was reaching over the side of the tub washing my dick, balls and anal region. Wow! I couldn't help but get hard each and every time, but I never said a word about it, acting like I didn't know it was happening! I would always be looking upward while she was washing me, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she would look to see if I was aware of my condition or not! I mean, how could I not know with all that throbbing going on, but she really thought I didn't know what was going on, and she never said a word about it either.
After about 10 days of this, right at a point when she was happily washing my totally erect dick, I "accidentally" looked down and she noticed my head and eyes move in that direction. I quickly acted like I was stunned about the situation.
"Mom, I'm sorry about this! You shouldn't have to be washing me with this going on! No one should have to be subjected to this sort of thing if they are uncomfortable with it. I will try to make sure it doesn't happen again." But try as I might, I couldn't get the damn thing to go down!
Her response to me was, "Jeff, it's no problem. It gives me better access to make sure you are clean in hard to reach places. And I like it when it's so hard like that!"
Wow! I was in a dream! "Really mom? You don't mind if I'm all stiff and hard like that?" I was trying to get as much mileage out of the situation as I could.
"No, it's something I look forward to every day now", she said. "It gets hard every time I wash it."
What could I say? Every son should have such a mom! My next comment really got a nice response from her... "Mom, for some reason since we've been talking about it for the last couple of minutes, you've been stroking it so wonderfully that I've developed something of a batch of butterflies in my stomach, and I'm not sure I can stop from just spraying a whole bunch of my spunk in just a few more seconds!"
She flashed me one of her million dollar smiles and said, "Spray away Jeff! Spray away!" Her hand grabbed me even tighter and moved up and down my shaft with more deliberate strokes.
Wow! I was on the verge of shooting off, and loved every second of it! What really got me was when she knew I was about to cum, she pulled my dick into a direct line with her face and upper body making sure that my cream would get all over her! With that, I just let myself cum and cum and cum until I couldn't squirt another drop! It was the hardest orgasm I'd ever had! When I was able to uncross my eyes and focus on her, my mom was covered with sperm! Her face was dripping, her blouse was covered with sperm and her fingers were still pulling up on my dick like a tube of toothpaste trying to extract the last few drops of my cream.
I was the first to speak, "Mom! That was really something! I came so hard! Wow, you're totally covered!" I then sat up quickly in the tub, and before she could say anything, I moved closer to her saying, "I have never before noticed just how lovely you really are! You are so beautiful all covered with my sperm like that! It makes you look so sexy, I can't get over it!" I was aware that my dick was still rock hard, and also that her hand had never stopped moving up and down it!
I moved even closer and began licking and kissing the side of her face. I began cleaning up my mess and noticed her eyes glaze over with lust as I continued on the other side of her face. She really started moaning when I scooped some of my juices onto her lips with my finger and then kissed her lips with mine for a long lingering moment. Finally, I pried her lips open with my tongue, and literally fed her my spunk which she seemed to appreciate very much. She was the one who finally broke off the kiss, and pushed me back down into the deep water of the tub.
Before I knew what she was doing, she had slipped into the tub and was squatting over my still very hard dick. With her left hand, she pulled her panties to one side, and with her right hand she grabbed onto my dick holding it in place as she lowered herself slowly onto it! Within a few heavenly moments, I was all the way up inside of her, and throbbed uncontrollably! I noticed for the first time since I could remember that she wasn't wearing a bra. I had never known her not to wear a bra! So I quickly splashed water on her blouse to see if I could get it to become transparent.
Mom thought I was being playful, and started to splash water back at me! Here we were having a water fight with me fully inside of her to the max! As I had hoped, my efforts paid off, and her blouse was just a "see-through" as you can believe! There she was feeling like she was fully clothed, and showing me everything she had. And totally impaled on me to boot!
Needless to say, it wasn't long before I started moving in and out of her, and feeling her starting to move her pussy more rapidly up and down my even harder shaft. It was really something! The look on her face took my breath away! She was so, so sexy!
"I'm going to cum, mom!" I yelled at her. She smiled and without saying a single word told me with her body language to just cum as hard and as much as I wanted to inside of her... Just as I started to spurt my cream deep in her pussy, she threw her head back, let out a loud moan, and came hard! I could feel her cunt muscles squeezing my cock with a rhythm that is hard to describe. But no-matter, it sure did feel great! I reached up and grabbed a handful of her breasts right through the material, and could feel my dick squirt another 3 good globs just for the effort!
Her body was wracked in orgasm, and her face was that of an angel – a look I'll never forget! What a wonderful day that was. And as I later learned (and will write more about in future chapters) it wasn't the last day of making love to my sexy mother.