After the funeral of my mothers partner, she experienced what can only be described as a 'shit storm' of financial issues. She had no money for rent so she lost her house, she would have lost her job too if she wasn't so good at what she does.
Without anywhere else to turn I offered her to come and stay with me.
A few days later we had her things packed and moved them into my flat. Unfortunately however, I only lived in a one bedroom flat, so being a gentleman I offered her the bedroom while I would take the sofa.
"Would you mind staying with me for a while? I don't want to be alone" she sobbed as we unpacked her clothes.
"Of course mum. If you need anything at all you just let me know, okay?" I replied as I hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you darling. I love you" she replied without moving from our embrace.
"I love you too, mum"
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We settled into a routine over the next few weeks. She would leave for work in the morning while I, being unemployed, stayed at home and kept the house clean. I would have dinner on the table for her arrival, then the rest of the evening was spent in front of the TV talking about our days and the TV shows we usually watch.
When it came to bed time we would usually go up together. Ever since mum moved in she hated to be alone, so we would cuddle and talk until we fell asleep.
It was all perfectly innocent to us, however my mother was oblivious to the deep incest fantasies that filled my head every day since I was a teenager.
I may have had these thoughts in my head but I would never act on them, atleast that is what I kept telling myself.
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One night mum was taking a bath so I decided to run upstairs to grab my phone off the charger in my bedroom.
"Oh sorry mum I thought you was in the bath still, I just came to get my phone" I said quickly in shock.
Mum was sitting on the bed with a towel around her waist, her breasts hanging freely while she was brushing her hair.
Now I am not going to lie, mums breasts were not "perfect" or "huge", they were what I imagine would be average for a woman in her 50's. A little bit of sag but still very erotic and beautiful.
"No problem dear, go ahead and grab your phone. I will be down soon" she replied, not bothered that I had a full view of her chest.
I tried to move but I couldn't. All I could do was stare. It was obvious that I was turned on due to the bulge in the front of my shorts.
"Mum... er.. errrm" I stuttered trying to find words.
"Oh don't be silly. They are just old womans boobs. Past their sell by date." she replied. But she was serious? She actually thought of herself like that?
I walked over to the bed and sat down in front of her and took her hands in mine.
"You are a beauiful woman. You have the body of a woman half your age and the breasts of a goddess"
I was staring into her eyes so she knew I was only talking about her.
"Oh shut up, you have to say stuff like that. I am your mother" she said back to me.
I know exactly how stubborn mum can be, afterall I got my stubbornness from her.
So I decided instead of trying to convince her with words, I would show her.
I took her tub of cocoa butter, removed the lid and took a small handful. I held her hand with my left hand and applied the butter all up her arm, slowly massaging it into the skin. Making her not only smell great but feel great too.
Mum looked a bit confused at why I was doing this but she didn't complain. She shifted back onto the bed and laid down on her front.
I continued to work the butter all over her back, around her shoulders and her neck, I even managed to get a bit on her side boobs as I worked my way around her ribs.
"Can I remove the towel mum, I'd like to do your legs next" I asked her feeling confident.
