Annoyed is hardly a strong enough word to describe how I felt when my mother came to live with me. She and my father broke up for reasons that are still a mystery. I suspect that he was fucking around. I had a very powerful sex drive that I assumed I had inherited from him. I could never be satisfied with one woman and I'm sure that he couldn't either.
For whatever reason, I was stuck with my mother. Don't get me wrong - I loved her and wanted only the best for her. My apartment was roomy enough for both of us. My girlfriend and I had broken up just a few weeks before, so it wasn't as though I needed privacy for fucking. It peeved me that I could no longer sprawl naked in my recliner and whack off to porno on the big screen TV or walk around with a big boinker bobbing in front of me. I suppose those are small sacrifices that one must make when a loved one is in need.
We rubbed each other the wrong way for a few days, but then we both adjusted to the new conditions. Mom promised to find a job and her own apartment. Even without a job she was certain to be financially secure after the divorce. My prosperous father was no match for her bloodthirsty lawyer.
Mom had been a housewife all of her life, so job hunting wasn't her forte. She did, however, excel at strolling to the liquor store for a bottle of Jack Daniels. She took to drinking, and nothing I did or said could dissuade her from her self-destructive behavior.
Perhaps at this point I should describe my mother so you will better understand why certain things happened. She was a stunning beauty with long red hair, glorious tits, an ass as smooth and round as a watermelon, and long legs that once strutted down the runways of some of the finest haute couture salons. Mom had abandoned her promising career as a fashion model to marry my father. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she drank.
Mom's drinking continued far into the night. She never became violent or even argumentative. If anything, she was even nicer when she was drunk. She simply sat in front of the TV and quietly drank until she passed out. One night I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to find her unconscious in my easy chair. It seemed fitting that an old Rita Hayworth movie was playing on TV. Mom bore a strong resemblance to the great actress.
Mom was clad in a bathrobe that had fallen open at the top to expose her breasts. I had always wondered what her bare tits looked like. I had been given a golden opportunity to find out. All I had to do was give gravity a little help. I carefully moved one lapel aside to expose a nipple. Mom continued snoring. I gently lifted the other lapel and moved it aside to expose the other nipple. Working carefully, I soon had her topless. Just as I had always suspected, her tits were a work of art. The perfect orbs were capped with nipples that cried out to be sucked. They were neither too big nor too small. By then, my cock was so hard that it hurt. I had no choice but to take it out of my pants.
I hurried to get my camera and snapped pictures of Mom's scrumptious tits. By then I was callously masturbating. How could any normal man keep his hand off of his cock under the circumstances? Emboldened by my success, I decided to take a gander at the rest of her. I carefully lifted one side of the robe and pulled it away from her beautiful body. Half of her cunt came into view. I peeled away the other side of the robe to expose the rest of her body. I was pleased to see that her cunt had a full bush of rust-colored hair. I prefer a natural bush to one that has been tampered with.
After snapping several pictures, including closeups of her tits and cunt, I took my eight-inch cock in hand and began to masturbate in earnest. By then, it was doing my thinking for me. I almost jumped out of my skin when Mom stirred in her sleep. Her hand came to rest on her cunt. It was almost as though we were masturbating together. "What if she wakes up and catches me jacking off?" I thought. "I almost wish that she would." I pumped my cock harder, and as I slipped over the edge, I did something truly insane. I stepped forward and sprayed my mother's body with cum. I don't think that I have ever shot a bigger load. Her tits were in the line of fire and took the brunt of it. The rest fell to her belly and one shot even sailed into her scarlet beaver.
I snapped several pictures of her with my wet salutation decorating her beautiful body. When the adrenaline in my blood stream reached a normal level, the inevitable shame welled up. What was I to do? If I tried to clean her up she might wake up and catch me. I decided that the best thing to do was to let the semen dry on her body. I very carefully closed the robe. By the time I went to bed, my shame had passed and my lust had reasserted itself. I had to jack off a second time just to get to sleep.
Mom was her usual cheerful self the next day. Her depression usually didn't take over until evening. I was very relieved to have gotten away with my first incestuous act. I believe that shooting a big wad all over your mother's naked body qualifies as incest. I vowed that I would never do it again, but if I had kept my vow, the story would end here.
