My Mom's a real fox, or so the thoughts were to my teen aged mind. I had just turned 18 years old and was still a virgin, and with my sex life consisting of nothing more than the world of skin mags I had fantasies of being taught all about sex. At that time my whole world revolved around my frequent jack off sessions while looking at the luscious tits and spread open pussies pictured in these mags; and sometimes if I was home alone using a pair of my Mom's dirty panties from her hamper to sniff of lick for extra stimulation.
I was an only child and with my Dad having died a few years earlier Mom kind of doted on me. I figured that she was just being motherly and protective, and the additional attention was simply because I was the only other person in our home. But in my adolescent sex craving mind I projected this into all kinds of erotic thoughts and fantasies.
Mom was 37 and kept herself in pretty good shape through a careful diet and frequent trips to the health club with her friends. Her build wasn't really exceptional, in fact she was what you might consider petite, kind of smallish with 34B breasts tapering to a 26" waist then flaring to 36" hips. She always got ready at home before leaving for her workouts, generally dressing in the typical outfit of a sports top and tight spandex pants, which never failed to give me a hard-on. I could clearly see her nipples as the top mashed her tits against her chest and the way her ass rolled in her tight pants was a sight to behold. She always gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before she left, and I was hard pressed to keep myself from reaching behind her and grabbing her ass cheeks as I felt her soft tits pressing against me.
I thought she looked especially sexy when she was leaving last week, got caught up in my fantasies and let my hand drop down to gently cup her butt and give her a couple of soft, gentle squeezes while pushing my hard-on against her crotch. Instead of getting the rebuke I expected she held the contact rather than breaking off, and I swear it felt like she kind of pushed back against me, before giving me a quick kiss on my lips and rushing out the door. I watched her tight buns rolling as she trotted to her friends' car and was puzzled as she turned around and blew me a kiss then waved goodbye; she had never done that before. I rushed to get my skin book to relieve my hard dick, thinking of how soft Mom's ass was and how she had pushed her pussy against my hard-on. Sure, we had been separated by about 4 layers of clothing, but the thought of having my Mom's pussy pressing against me added a new dimension to my dreams as I jacked off, likening Mom's pussy to the pictures in front of me.
When she got home about 2 hours later I could tell something wasn't quite right, she seemed to be favoring her right leg and limping a little. "Hey, Mom," I asked, "something wrong?"
"Oh, I guess I just overdid it a bit with the leg presses. It feels like I might have overstretched my thigh muscle. I think I'll go soak in the tub for a bit. Help me out will ya'?"
I walked over to her and as she draped her left arm around my shoulders I wrapped my right arm around her back to support her. As my arm encircled her she leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, twisting her torso a bit and pushing her left breast against my side. When she straightened out her body shifted such that my right hand rested on the side of her right tit. I couldn't shake loose the thoughts of our earlier contact, and her non-objection, so I left my hand where it was to see how she would react.
She made no move to change our position. Rather than that she seemed to move in the other direction to bring more of her breast in contact with my hand. "Thanks, dear," she muttered, "that's much better now."
"Uh, you're welcome, Mom," was all I could say. She had me totally confused. What was much better? Me holding her up or her having her tit in my hand; in my horny 18 year old mind I preferred to think the latter, but what was that all about. "Let's get you to the tub."
As we made our way towards the bathroom I could feel her tighten her arm around my shoulders to hold me closer, again mashing her left tit against my side. I quickly convinced myself that all of this touching, including the earlier groin grind, was more than just innocent or unintended and in a casual manner gave her right breast a couple of slight squeezes. This was the first tit I had ever touched and I could not believe how soft and firm it felt, and considering that it was my Mother's made it all that more exciting. When she didn't say a word or make any move to stop my obvious fondling I continued to gently play with her as we walked. Needless to say, we got to the bathroom too quickly for me.
I could have squeezed her tit forever but knew I had to stop when we got inside. I led her to the toilet and lowered the top so she could sit down. She surprised me though and instead of just leaving my arms and simply sitting down she removed her left arm from my shoulders and turned to the right, moving her entire breast under my hand. I could feel her hard nipple poking into my palm and gave her a couple of more squeezes before lowering her down.
"Thanks for the hand, Davey," she smiled at me.
Thanks for the hand? Shit, I hoped she meant that as I took it. "Sure, Mom," I replied. "My pleasure," and smiled right back at her. "Can I do anything else for you?" I asked. I hoped not because after feeling her tits I couldn't wait to get to my room to relieve my aching hard on from my pants.
"Yeah, maybe." She looked me square in the eye. "Stick around a minute. Since I can't put much pressure on my right leg, I may need some help getting these tight pants off."
I continued to look her in the eye and nodded, "Sure, Mom, whatever you need."
I watched with hopeful eyes as she began to peel her pants off. She lifted herself up, slid them over her ass to the top of her thighs then sat down sat back down. I looked down at my sexy Mom sitting in front of me in white satin panties, her dark bush clearly visible through the front panel, and almost came in my pants.
She placed her hand on the counter and pushed herself to her feet, and immediately sat back down. "I can't stand up Davey. I'm going to need your help to get undressed and into the tub. Why don't you come over here and help me get these pants off."
I tried not to seem too anxious as I went over and knelt in front of her. I could smell a heady, musty aroma, and even though I never smelled it before I knew it was the odor of her pussy. With my eyes barely straying from her bushy looking crotch I reached up, grabbed her pants and peeled them the rest of the way off. As soon as her pants were off she relaxed her legs and spread them apart; my eyes were still riveted to her pussy and I could make out stragglers of her pubic hairs escaping form the sides of her panties.
"Thanks, David. Now help me up and hang on to my waist while I get this top off." I was standing in front of her, and knowing that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her sports top my dick throbbed in anticipation of seeing her naked breasts. My hands were shaking slightly as I gladly placed them on the bare skin of her soft midriff and told her I had her.