~ Ya just never know what emotions a writing will produce. Apparently many of you have found favor in the short story Incest and would like it to continue. Such was not my intention but the gauntlet has been dropped and I would rise to the occasion if for no other reasons than the challenge and the encouragement ~
"I'll tell mom you just want to rest." Abby said softly, after she cleaned the last vestiges of cum from my loins and cock. Following a soft, sucking, kiss on my cock head she gentle lowered my spent cock to my belly and pulled up the sheet. The last vision I saw was Abby's firm muscular ass moving away from my bed. I welcomed the darkness, solitude and exhaustion that would send me into deep and much needed sleep.
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Soft, early morning rays of sunlight filtered into my room, threw partially opened curtains and my eyes fluttered open. I felt rested and yawned widely, having no conscience thought of the back problem until I started to move. My first attempt at rising from the bed brought a quick reminder of the pain felt the day before.
On the third attempt I finally managed, with great effort, to sit up by doing a sideways roll and using my arm for leverage. This was my first strained back and I prayed to God it would be my last, thinking about how incredibly heavy I felt, as my upper body weighed down on the strained muscles. Relaxing wasn't possible and I closed my eyes, tightening my lips in a grimace, waiting for the pain to ease.
When I finally opened my eyes I saw Abby's gift lying on the night stand – a glass of water and two small pills. "Bless you Abby – bless you." I thought reaching over carefully to grab the pills and water. Swallowing the muscle relaxants I heard the soft voice of my mother, as she hummed a song and a smile came to my lips. The song was from Watermark, an Enya album, one of mom's favorites. Although a bit prejudice, I couldn't deny the feeling that had time and circumstances been different mom could have had a career as a singer.
I sat listening, waiting for the relaxer to take affect and recalled the help she gave me the day before. I felt it odd that the pain had completely overshadowed the sexual act my mother, Jean, had performed on me and even odder that I had welcomed and embraced her touch. As my mind replayed the soft and tender way she brought me to climax my penis stiffened slightly and rolled to the side.
Enya's song had faded away when I finally shook my head, clearing the avalanche of thoughts and emotions and I stood up, gingerly, and walked off towards the bath. I disregarded my nudity, my subconscious telling me I had no need of embarrassment or fear, and entered the hallway with a semi-rigid penis. The bath door was partially open and the steam from my mother's shower was slowly escaping, like fog rolling in from the ocean.
"Good morning sweet heart – feeling any better?" Jean's soft voice cooed out, as I stepped into the warm, damp room.
With one look she could tell I wasn't exactly 100 percent and small frown formed, as she stood in the shower doorway toweling off. I eased myself towards the stool and gave her a half hearted smile. I was still flaccid enough to easily aim and soon felt the relief wash through me, as my mother stepped out of the shower.
I felt her hand gently rest on my upper buttock and she pressed in giving me a wet kiss on the cheek. "A hot shower will help Joey – and then I'll rub you down again. I think you'd better just stay home today."
I shuddered once, shaking the last of the piss droplets off, and then immediately cringed feeling the sudden back pain and groaned out, "No argument – oh God no argument at all!"
Pushing away from the wall, I stood and watched Jean's graceful nude body turn and bend over to restart the shower. My mother was gorgeous. Her, medium length, strawberry blonde hair was tousled from the towel rubbing and gave her a very youthful appearance.
Her figure was very tight for a woman that had given birth to two children and only her slightly widened hips gave away her age. She wasn't a red-head, but nature had given her a small patch of breast freckles, that high lighted their firm up-lifted fullness and as she stood to face me I saw her pink nipples standing erect.
I smiled at her and dropped my eyes taking in her bare mound and gasped at seeing (really) for the first time her labia, with the thick heavy inner lips protruding out, flaring like rose petals leaving an exclamation point opening at the top where her clit waited.
Returning my eyes to her face, Jean must have understood the question I was about to ask and I saw the blush form as she commented, "Yes honey – they've always been that way. Your father loved the way they stuck out...I guess you do too?"
I nodded slowly, as Jean moved off to the side and reached to help me into the shower. "If you need anything – anything at all, just yell." She said, releasing me and closed the shower door.
As the door slid closed, I turned and moaned out when the hot water hit my back. It felt heaven sent and I stood, half bent over, enjoying the water massage and my rising erection. This time it had nothing to do with peeing. The soft humming started again, as Jean returned to the Enya tune, even singing a few words to the haunting melody of "On Your Shore", as she finished her morning ritual.
My eyes closed, my cock stiffened and the water beat my back into temporary submission, as one thought clearly formed in my mind – I wanted to watch my cock slip past those protruding lips.
"Joey...I'll be back in a minute" her voice broke the erotic thought and I sighed heavily, leaning more into the shower wall, moving the water spray lower on my back.
"Don't hurry." I called back and heard the bath door close.
True to her word, the door reopened a short time later and Jean call out to me, "Are you finished?"
I groaned out a yes and the shower door slid open. The water stopped and I stood up-right and turned to look into the beautiful face of my, still nude, mother. I had lost the hard erection, but my cock was still thick, hanging low with the weight of blood and Jean smiled at me, holding up a towel.
Once again she helped me and when I emerged from the shower she busied herself with toweling me off. "Abby told me how wonderful you were last night. She's very excited about pleasing you and so am I." She commented, in a matter of fact sort of way, toweling my back off and working her way down my ass and legs.
I said nothing to the comment. It was pointless as my penis made its own statement. When Jean walked in front of me I was on the rise again. I blushed as Jean's bright blue eyes sparkled, taking in my growing erection. Gently she moved in, pressing her breasts against my chest and raised the towel to cover my head and rub. Her soft red lips touched mine and I closed my eyes. Playfully she toweled my hair and played with my lips, kissing, sucking and licking them.
