It is fascinating how extraordinary circumstances can produce totally unexpected acts and deeds. In this case, a serious car crash thrust my eighteen-year-old son, Jacob, and I into a situation that brought us together in a way neither of us could ever have imagined. He had been out driving around with a couple of friends, one of whom just got his license, when the driver lost control and rolled it. Luckily nobody was seriously injured, but they all ended up in hospital for a couple of weeks with various broken bones and abrasions.
Jacob came out with both his arms in casts, which left him completely dependent on me. I was so thrilled at having him alive; I did not mind doing everything for him. As a matter of fact, I actually enjoyed most of it, especially when I helped him take a shower. It was not until I had done it several times that what I had suspected became a reality. Every time I washed my son's penis and testicles, he started getting aroused! The first time it happened, I quickly moved to another area of his body and chatted about things to distract him ... and of course ... me.
But then one day my little trick did not work, and the minute I started lathering his crotch, his dick got hard fast. Jacob got a big penis even though he just turned 18, so there was no ignoring the situation.
"Sorry, Mom!" he said with an uncomfortable little grin.
"Don't worry, honey," I said, continuing to wash between his well developed young legs. "It's only natural. Besides I've seen plenty of these things before."
"You have?"
Clearly this only excited Jacob more, because his cock seemed to throb powerfully in my hand.
"Sure, It's no big deal, just relax darling," I said, trying to act as calmly as possible. But feeling my son's virile young cock hardening under my fingers was doing things to my pussy that it should not have.
I squeezed him tightly. "My baby boy has grown so much."
I could not believe I was so turned on by my own son. His young prick was at full erection now and looked every bit as large as his father's had been. I could not help myself; I had to touch it without the washcloth in the way. I dropped the soap and wrapped my fingers around Jacob's stiff cock. It was incredibly stiff but smooth to the touch and my pussy began to dribble into my panties as I looked up into my son's wide eyes.
"Do you play with yourself when it gets hard like that, Baby?" I asked, almost clinically, but the heat between my legs betrayed my own mounting excitement.
"S.. sometimes Mom," he answered.
"Do you want Mommy to help you out with it now, my baby", I asked, my voice almost a whisper, "I know you need a relief darling, it's natural."
"Ohhhh, yeahhh!! Bu ... but ... it is ... isn't ot wrong Mom?"
"Come on honey! Mommy is going to help you only." I said looking at him.
His head shot up in alarm as I grasped his stiff cock. I gripped his gorgeous young prick and began to slowly move my fist up and down the hard, slippery length of my son's cock relishing it to the fullest.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned contentedly, closing his eyes as I started jerking him off. "That feels so good, Mom!"
"I just want my boy to be happy, honey," I stuttered, feeling the heat from his cock travel up my arm and down into my incredibly wet pussy, "now let me show you how a woman can please you." The crotch of my panties are soaking wet now.
"Keep doing what you're doing, Mom," he sighed. "I haven't been able to do this for myself since the accident."
"Oh really? Do you do it often, baby?" I breathed, running my other hand up and down his taut young thighs.
"Yeah, Mom, everyday," gasped Jacob through clenched teeth, "sometimes more if I'm feeling really horny."
I knew how horny young eighteen-year-olds could get, so I had no difficulty imagining Jacob jerking himself off all over his room. It made my inflamed cunt twitch and drool with arousal. Talking so wantonly with my own son like this as I jacked off his cock was the most exciting thing I had ever done 'so far'.
"What do you think of when you're playing with it, honey?" I asked, wanting him to excite me more with his fantasies.
"I think of... girls and... mmmhh ... women... " he replied hesitantly, "and....."
"And what, baby?"
"... and... oh ... you, Mom!" he whispered, blushing but staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at my sopping crotch.
"Ohhh, Jacob my Baby, how naughty you are!" I gasped.
Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her lover. Surprisingly, Jacob knew exactly what to do. He parted his soft, young lips and let my drooling tongue enter his hot, panting mouth, slithering his own tongue past mine and into my mouth. My little boy had done this before, and he was good! I moaned with pleasure as Jacob devour my hot mouth.
"Take it off, Mom", he panted, pulling his mouth off mine. "Take off your top, I wanna see your breast!"
As if in a daze, I did as he demanded. I was a bit worried about where all this foreplay was leading, but I knew I did not want it to stop either.
"Uhhhh, yes!" I muttered "I want you to seen Mommy's tits, baby!"
I took off my blouse and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spring free. Jacob moaned softly as I reached up with my free hand and began to squeeze them one at a time. I am very proud of my tits. Even though, I'm 43 now, they are not too big and still almost as firm as they were when I was in twenties. Jacob's eyes went big and round, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched me fondle my breasts. I resumed rubbing his slippery wet cock as he stared at my naked tits.
The steamy bathroom somehow made what we were doing seem a little less real. I did not care that I was engaged in sexual foreplay with my eighteen-year-old son, I just wanted it to continue. Damn the consequences! Up and down, up and down, I moved my fist over Jacob's throbbing prick, each stroke bringing him closer to release. I loved the look on his face and the occasional groans of ecstasy as my hand gave him the pleasure his own could not.
