Please Relieve Me

My gaze did not shift from my feet.

"Pull it out, come on let's get this over with," mum said sternly.

My heart leaped when she said this. I was shocked though as I thought the whole thing was done with after what had happened yesterday with me cumming on her clothes.

"Well, come on," mum said impatiently.

I reached to my waistband and pulled my bottoms and boxers down exposing my penis. Mum moved towards me and touched my penis with her hand giving it a few gentle rubs.

"You have to be quicker this time, I haven't got all day to see this filthy business," mum said as she continued stroking me.

The sensation of her soft hands on my rod felt incredible. It was sending shivers up my spine. I felt her speed up her strokes increase until she built up to a steady rhythm. It was amazing seeing those brown hands going up and down on my brown penis.

"You're taking too long," mum said. "Touch my leg if it will make you hurry up."

I was surprised by this last statement and could not believe it when mum moved forward and put her right knee on the bed. This had the effect of presenting her leg to me to touch. I had never touched my mum before in anyway other than her hands or maybe a peck on the cheek. This was completely new and exciting.

I gingerly reached out with my hand and began touching my mum's leg, I could feel the softness of her pink Salwar Kameez pyjama bottoms. They were soft and the legs underneath them felt firm.

I started near the ankle and moved my hands up and down to my mum's knee. I felt past the knee, feeling my mum's hamstrings and thighs.

"You're creasing my Salwar Kameez," Mum said to me annoyed.

Surprisingly, my mum then released her grip on my penis and stood up backing away from me. She then bent forwards and her hands reached underneath her indian Salwar Kameez petticoats. The movement made it seem as if she was unfastening something. In a moment or so, mum pulled downwards and her Salwar Kameez bottoms fell to the floor. Mum stepped forwards out of them.

I had never before seen my mum undress and I was in awe. She was still wearing her indian Salwar Kameez top which hung to her knees but I could see her skin from the knees downwards. Mum again then moved forward putting a knee on the bed and reaching forward to stroke my penis with soft deliberate strokes.

After a moment, I reached forward with my hand again and began touching her leg. It was strange actually feeling my mum's legs. The skin was soft to the touch and I wondered whether she moisturised this part of her body. My hands touched my mum's ankles in circular motions. Although my mum was harsh on me I did not want to hurt her or leave red marks on her soft beige skin.

I felt at the ankles and then moved slowly up the calves to the thighs. I caressed the lower thighs for a moment. I was getting more and more excited the further my hands moved up my mum's body. I thought about whether I dared reach any higher. Maybe the top of the thighs would be ok. I was concerned that my mum might think I've gone too far at any moment and back away.

As my hands caressed in circles I deliberately moved each circle higher and higher up my mum's thighs. The skin felt softer the more I climbed up the leg. I could no longer see my hands themselves as they were obscured under the Kameez top my mum was wearing. It felt incredibly naughty putting my hands underneath the Kameez; it was so much naughtier touching something you could not see.

In-between each circular motion I glanced at my mum's face to see if there was any change in expression. I wanted to be on the look out for any sign of anger so that I could pull away and pretend what I had done that caused concern was just an accident. Mum's expression did not change, however. She was concentrating on my penis and stroking it with focus.

I moved my hands up to the top of the thighs. As my hands circled I felt it. Material. I could not see exactly what I was touching, underneath the Kameez, but as my hands moved it touched silky skin and then silky material. My mum was wearing panties. As I continued to explore I could feel that the way my mum's leg was positioned the panties covered her bum fully.

The touching of the material of the panties sent electric jolts through my body. I felt the cum rising and I could not control myself. This was all too new and too exciting. I tensed and then came. The cum shot out of my cock.

My mum was surprised by me cumming, as I had not shouted out as the day previous, and quickly tried to pull her hand away from my penis. Unfortunately, a stream went over her hand and Salwar. Mum looked furious.

"Eugh," mum said, backing away from me to stand up by my bed. "Look at the mess you've made."

I could see my semen making a dark stain on the sleeve of my mum's Kameez and I felt guilty. As mum stood up straighter her Kameez lowered to her knees fully. She half turned from me and picked up her Salwar and then walked angrily to the door before opening it and closing it. I heard heavy footsteps outside moving to towards the bathroom.

God, it had felt amazing feeling those soft hands on my penis and those legs and soft skin but the anger of the aftermath had left me shaken. I reached down and covered my deflating penis. I lay awake until I heard mum move from the bathroom to her bedroom 10 or so minutes later before I myself got ready for bed and went to sleep.

====Wednesday=====

All day at College I was thinking about the day before. Mum had been so angry that I had got semen on her Salvar Kameez. It was expensive with delicate embroidery and she had gotten it from India. I wanted to make her happy, I would have cleaned it or bought her a new one if I could but I did not know how to clean and I had no money to buy anything.

My mind was all over the place. Part of me was ecstatic that I had got to see my mother's legs and even toucher her bum! The other part felt that this was wrong and dirty. Part of me was really regretful that I had stained mum's clothes, the other part felt that it wasn't my fault and that I could not control where I ejaculated.

Concentrating at College with my mind in turmoil was difficult. All the while there was this gentle ache in my nether regions. When I had release in the night it would die down but then it would return the next day to its gradual level. Throughout the day it would build up again. If I didn't release then I was in agony. It seemed to be getting more and more powerful each day.

On Wednesdays I played football after College for the team. I was normally not bad for an indian guy who wasn't the most athletic but today I was terrible. I could barely kick the ball straight due to the discomfort I was feeling. As I was worried about what my mum would say after last night, I did not go home straight after practice but leisurely took my time despite my pain. I didn't get home until around 10 as it was getting dark.

I got into the house and it was quiet. I guessed that my mum had gone to sleep as it was getting quite late and she had work the next day. I went into the kitchen and warmed up some food to eat. My mum, in typical indian fashion always cooked too much so there was always leftover food in the fridge.

The discomfort that I was feeling earlier was growing as I ate but it was still bearable. I thought that if I tried to ignore it, it would go away and I would maybe be ok until tomorrow. I certainly did not want to wake mum up after the mood she had been in recently.

I so wanted to see mum's legs some more and feel her legs and bum. I had fantasised about them forever. I wanted to see her breasts and I wondered what her private parts looked like. I had never seen or touched a woman before and the experiences I had had so far had been mind blowing, even though mum had been angry with me each time.

After finishing eating my food I went upstairs to my room and started getting ready for bed. I felt a bit down about how my medical problems had caused a rift between me and my mum but maybe sleep would solve things.

Just as I was getting into bed I heard the knob to my door start to turn and the door open. My mum then entered into my room quickly and approached me on the bed. She had a serious look on her face, she always did really so im not sure why that surprised me.

Mum was wearing her long pink dressing gown. It was tightly tied at the front and covered her from neck to feet.

"You haven't had your medicine today," she said to me.

"No, I only just got back from practice," I replied sheepishly.

"I've got to work tomorrow. Do you know how inconvenient it is for me to have to wait up for you?" Mum said. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I didn't reply to her. I did not want to make her even more angry.

"Come on then, hurry up," Mum snapped at me as she moved to stand closer to me on the bed. She reached out a hand and sharply pulled at the waistband of my pyjamas. This had the effect of pulling it away from me and then snapping it towards me. I grimaced slightly as my waistband hit me.

Mum was staring at me looking impatient so I tried to hurry as best I could and pulled my pyjamas down. I was not wearing any boxers due to the discomfort that I had been feeling all day.

Mum reached out a hand and touched my penis. She then began slowly stroking it up and down.

"You're not ready," Mum said crossly as she jerked me. I looked at my brown penis and I was not hard. Mum's stern expression, her being fully clothed, and how she had snapped my waistband had not aroused me.

"I..uh..don't know," I stuttered to mum. I wasn't sure how to direct her to arouse me and get me hard. It wasn't the type of conversation I could ever imagine having with my mum!

"Oh for goodness sake," mum said releasing my penis.

Mum's hands moved to the tie holding her dressing gown closed and began untying it. The tie undid and fell either side of her. I was excited when she undid her dressing gown but this turned to disappointment when I saw she was wearing a long pink night dress underneath that went down to just below her knees.

Mum then moved forward and touched my penis with her right hand and began stroking it again.

"Touch my leg if it will speed this up," mum then said as she reached for the hem of her night dress with her left hand and began pulling it upwards with her knee bent on the bed close to me.

My mum is right handed but her right hand was occupied stroking my penis. It was odd seeing her struggling to pull the hem of her robe upwards with her left hand. Gradually more and more of her beige flesh became visible to me and I became more and more aroused.

I found it slightly strange that mum was revealing her legs to me and asking me to touch her as she was only wearing her night clothes. She was not wearing her expensive salwar kameez that she did not want to be dirtied or creased.

Mum pulled with her left hand awkwardly. First her knees became visible and then her thighs. She certainly must not have meant it but the pulling movement she made with her left hand meant that, rather than stopping, the hem of the skirt folded over and more was visible than it should be. I could see the white panties that my mum was wearing! The hem of the robe was folded on top of it.

Wow I thought. The panties looked incredible with the whiteness of the material contrasting gorgeously against the beige skin of my mum. The panties were cotton and looked to be of sturdy material but I could see the fullness of my mum's bottom.

I reached out a hand and started feeling the softness of my mum's skin. I did not waste time as my mum seemed in a rush so quickly moved my hand up the leg and towards my mum's bum. As I touched the bottom I noticed the speed at which mum was stroking my penis begin to increase.

My hand's felt at the globes of the butt cheaks in smooth circular motions. When I did not notice my mum object I became more adventurous and moved my hand closer and closer to the crease of the panties. I touched at the strip of material separating one bum cheek from the other. This was thicker in material than the rest of the underwear.

I couldn't help thinking that just a strip of material was separating my hand from my mum's privates. I thought I could sense heat emanating onto my hand but this must have been my imagination.

"You're making a mess," my mum then said which interrupted me from the flow of thoughts I had just been thinking.

My gaze moved away from my mum's backside towards my penis and my mum. She was looking at my penis with a cross expression. I looked down and saw that pre-cum had been oozing from my penis. Some was on my mum's fingers making them sticky which she was not happy with.

Mum gave me along hard look and then said: "I will not have you making a mess of my clothes again,"

Mum then released her grip on my penis and stood straighter. She had been standing by my bed with one knee on it leaning over towards me but now she stood tall. Her hands moved to the hem of her nightdress and she began lifting it higher, up over her head.

As the nightdress was lifted I saw the front of my mum's white panties be revealed followed my her stomach. My mum's stomach was soft and natural. It very slightly stuck out which must have been to do with childbirth and age rather than fat.

The nightdress kept lifting and my mum's bra came into view. It was white and matched the panties she was wearing. The breasts were covered in plenty of strong white material but I could see that they were of a good size.

Mum half turned and folded the nightdress on top of the discarded robe. Then she turned back towards me and bent her head slightly lower so that her long black hair fell forward covering her face and bra. Mum then reached behind her back with her hands and I saw her struggle for a moment before her bra straps fell down. I swallowed as I realised that my mum had just undid her bra! Her hands then moved back to her sides.

I saw my mum's right hand move towards her left armpit and then move slightly forward towards me. My mum's left hand then moved towards her right armpit so that it was behind and obscured by her right arm. I saw my mum's bra was held within her right hand and she moved that hand behind her and placed her bra on top of her neatly folded nightdress.

My mum raised her face to look at me and brushed the hair from out of her face with her right hand. I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. My mum was sitting with her knees up on my bed in just her white panties. Her left arm was clasped over her breasts, however, with her palm covering her right nipple and her arm covering her left. I was speechless.

Even though my mum's nipples were covered I could see her cleavage and the entire outline of the breasts. They were larger than they looked when she wore a bra. They looked heavy. I couldn't help thinking that these were the breasts that I had sucked on as a child. How inviting they looked now I was an adult.

I was so turned on at the sight of my mum. As she reached for my penis and began stroking me I was in awe as I saw her breasts gently shake alongside her right arm's movement.

My mum must have seen me looking at her and ogling her breasts as she said: "come on now," to me.

I so wanted to stare at her body and those breasts. I wanted to touch her but I forced myself to concentrate on my penis and those soft hands touching me...willing the cum from me...those systematic strokes...yes...I felt it...I needed release.

I grunted as I felt the cum rise from my balls and then I came. The cum went on my mother's hand but a bit hit her breast just above where her arm was covering her nipples. I saw mum's face become cross when the semen landed on her but she did not seem as upset as she was previously.

Rather than storming off as she had done previously, mum instead squeezed my penis with her hand wiping all the cum from my penis onto her hand. Then she got off the bed, turned and picked up her clothes. When she picked up her clothes I knew that she had released covering her nipples but her back was to me and I couldn't see them. How I wished I had a mirror on my wall.

"Go to sleep now," Mum said to me as she began walking out the door.

"Good night, mum," I said in reply. For the first time all week I felt slightly contended. Maybe this was a turning point for me and my mum?

To be continued...