My name is Tommy, It’s Saturday morning, and I wake up to the smell of my mom cooking breakfast downstairs. I get out of my bed, and head to the shower and jump in real quick, getting out of the shower I put on a loose fitting pair f shorts as always, and head down to the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen I see my mother Rose standing at the stove cooking breakfast.
“Good Morning Mom.” I say to her. She jumps slightly.
“Good Morning Tommy, you scared me.” She replies and laughs. My father passed away three years ago, and it left my mother to raise me all by herself. She was standing there in this raggedy old housecoat she loved so much, it had a few holes here and there.
My mother and I sat down to eat having a little conversation while eating. My mom looks over at me with these green eyes. I could tell she wanted to either say or ask me something.
“How’s Debbie?” She asks.
“She’s fine.” I reply. But we are no longer seeing one another anymore.”
“Why not?” My mother asks in a concerned voice.
“It’s ok mom we decided to just be friends, its better that way.” Mom looks over at me.
“Well a sexy young man like yourself will find a girl in no time.”
“I hope so mom.” I reply. “It’s been three months now, and I am still waiting.” After breakfast I help my mom with the dishes, and go watch television. The first show that I absolutely love to watch is Jerry Springer at nine along with a few other shows that I love to watch on Saturday mornings. After Jerry Springer went off I headed upstairs to use the bathroom.
“That’s the only thing wrong with this house, no bathroom downstairs.” I think to myself and chuckle just a bit. Upon getting to the bathroom I hear my mom in the bathroom moaning in pleasure, but the funny thing is she is moaning my name. Startled I run back downstairs, and continue watching television. Later on that night at dinner I sit there all quiet and mom looks over at me yet again.
“Why so quiet, your not usually like this.” Mom asks. Lifting my eyes off my plate I look over at her.
“Mom, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes son you can ask me anything, you know that.” Rose replies. Now looking at her I begin to get a rise in my shorts cause she is wearing a pair of pj’s with the top two buttons undone, showing more cleavage than usual. I start out to ask my question not knowing just how to ask what I want to ask, so I begin to stutter, and mom looks at me.
“Come on ask already.”
“Ok well if two people love one another, should they be afraid to show it, I mean in a sexual way?” I managed to ask.
“No not at all Tommy, but they should at least be of a certain age at least eighteen.”
“Ok thanks mom, you were a big help.”
“Your welcome Tommy, anytime I’m always here.” After dinner I helped mom do the dishes, and we head into watch a little television before going to bed. After watching television we head upstairs to bed. We say good night, and separate in the hall way going to out own rooms. I get into bed, contemplating all that’s gone on through out the day and just what I have heard. Although now I have a raging hard-on as the incestuous thoughts of my mother, and knowing of her masturbating to me as her object just over took me. Taking my own shaft into my hand I begin to stroke it with the wonderful woman who has raised me on my mind. Finally bringing myself some well-needed relief I manage to drift off to sleep. The next morning I wake up with a massive hard-on, I’m not sure if its truly because I have to pee, or because I still have thoughts of my mother on my mind, either way I get up and head to the bathroom, not thinking because we always keep the door closed I open the door to find my mother standing there totally nude.
“I’m sorry mom, I didn’t know you were in here. It won’t happen again I promise.” Turning to walk away I couldn’t believe what I have just laid my eyes on.
“It’s ok come on in, you must have had to go. I was just going to take a shower. Go ahead and use the bathroom it’s ok.” Mom calls out to me. I walk in, and stand in front of the toilet releasing my hardened mass, and begin to relieve myself while my mom hops in the shower. After I was finished I decided to sit on the toilet, and talk with her while she showers.
“Mom, do you remember what you said last night about two people having sex if they really love one another?”
“Yes.” My mom replies in a now quiet tone. As out conversation goes on I continue watching my mom threw the glass door. Watching her curves sway back and fourth. Getting up I strip off all my clothes, and slide in the shower behind her.
“What are you doing?” My mom asks me looking at me in a rather stunned look. “I am taking shower, you aren’t supposed to be in here with me, I’m your mother.”
“Mom, I needed to take a shower to, and I didn’t think it would bother you if I joined you.”
“Well I guess its ok.” Mom replies. Tommy takes the soap, and finishes washing his mothers body front, and back stopping at her ass to enjoy the view he has at the moment. After he washes her down he hands her the soap, and asks her to do his body now starting with his back. His mom takes the soap, and washes his back, and his butt working down his legs. Standing back up she says, “Ok now turn around.” Tommy does as told, and turns around. His mother takes the soap, and starts washing his chest, and crouches down to wash his slowly growing mass. Watching this thing grow as she is washing it brings back the thought of the other night when she was masturbating to the very sight. Quickly she moves onto his legs and says, “There you’re done, now lets get out of here.” Tommy agrees and shuts off the water opening the door they both step out one at a time drying off and heading to their respective rooms to get dressed.
