Me and my mother, who seduced who?
Hi, I'm Andy Jones, I'm your normal everyday 18 year old lad, nothing exciting going on in my life unless I was with my mates then it was a competition for bragging rights about all the girls and women we had shagged, and fucked, we all had a story to tell, but no one could ever show any kind of proof.
We knew it was all a game and I enjoyed it, although I had tried fuck a certain friends sister a few times, but hadn't succeeded yet, I wasn't going to brag about that because of possible reprisals, not only from Bob her brother, but his sister Sally too.
So it went on, then on this Saturday morning we were on the rugby field, I was our left winger, I'm just over 6 feet, powerfully built because I work out in the gym, you have to, to play rugby, not like those silly girly boy footballers. We were playing our arch rivals in a vital game because who ever won would almost certainly win the county championship.
We were ahead by 5 points at the time, which wasn't really enough to relax with, then the ball came to me, I was on the wing, and I shot off for the try line 10 yards away, as I went over for a terrific team try, but I was tackled by one of their players, it was a fair tackle to be honest, but it felt like I had been hit by a train, he hit me so hard and solid high on my left thigh that I knew as soon as he hit me I was injured.
I touched down though, then the pain seared up and down my leg, I crumpled, he got to me straight away he knew he had hurt me, I curled up in a ball and moaned loudly in pain holding my thigh.
He began apologising, my team mates went at him accusing him of deliberately hurting me, he professed his innocence, and I managed through gritted teeth to tell them to leave him alone, it wasn't intentional I said, it was a fair tackle.
So luckily for him they came to me instead, I knew my game was over, I wouldn't be able to continue, and I was carried off, where I sat on the touchline in agony until the game finished which we did win by 11, it was wonderful. The lad who had tackled me was really upset and came to apologise, I told him it was okay, not to worry and he had done what he had to do. The next problem was for me to get home, I couldn't ride my bicycle that was for sure, so our teacher said he would put my bike in his, car and take me home.
Getting into the car was almost impossible I could barely bend my leg, but we managed, and on arriving home he went and knocked on our door, my mum came and said hello, saw me over and behind his shoulder trying to get out of the car, she knew something was wrong and rushed out, Mothers hey?
Darling what's happened, what have you done to him, and she turned on the teacher, nothing he said, as he took a defensive backward step, he got injured in the match, I've just brought him home to you, he said.
Oh, she said and apologised, I said, mum you and the teacher are going to have to help me into the house, they both got either side of me, and half carried me in, the teacher said he would call next week, take it carefully he told me, and left.
I was still covered in mud, and mum decided to get my shirt shorts socks and boots off me, it was a struggle and a bit embarrassing as she got my shorts down and off, offering me a towel to hide my modesty, you are going to have to get in the bath so we can clean you up, it took a full 10 minutes to get upstairs, she ran the bath, and got me a clean pair of shorts, so I could bathe in them.
I asked her to make it hot, as I was freezing by now, she put a towel on the edge of the bath, and after much discussion as to which was the best way for me to get in, I sat on the towel, then I raised my right leg over and into the water, mum then very gently and slowly helped me raise my injured leg over and in, using my hands on each side of the bath I lowered myself in with mums help.
My mum is a wonderful lady and I love her with all my heart, she is just approaching 34, and like most boys who have great looking mothers, and mine certainly was, my mates were always saying to me, if only! I would love to fuck your mother, that sort of thing. But it didn't bother me; it was just banter as far as I was concerned. So I thought it was natural to have lewd thoughts about her too, although I would never have approached her in that fashion. She was 5 feet 4" tall, well figured, full tits, short auburn hair, big green eyes, and a heart shaped mouth, but she had never married, she had got pregnant very young by a local thug when she was 15.
He had tried to claim his rights as a father, but her brothers and family, had given him a pasting, and he never showed again, but it apparently caused a bit of a war between their families, which her brothers had won, and they had 'persuaded' his family, who were well known local villains, to settle what was then a fairly substantial amount of money to her, to bring me up.
And I had never been bothered about meeting him.
So she had sworn off men, although she did date from time to time, but never serious, though I knew she had, and used a dildo because I've seen it in one of her drawers. I would have loved for her to meet someone nice, because she deserved to be happy, not that she wasn't, but it never happened and I just went along with my life with her.
Anyway, there I was now in the bath, her knelt on the floor beside me, my shorts were floating about in the water, I washed myself, but couldn't bend over far enough to get to my feet and lower legs, that's where mum entered the equation, she took the cloth and started to clean me off, she went all the way up my legs because I was still her little boy who didn't know what a good wash was.
She was gentle with my injured leg which was nearest to her, her soapy hands were cruising up and down my thighs and legs, and I couldn't help it, but I got fucking hard on!
I was mortified, embarrassed, and didn't know what to do or say, she seemed oblivious to it, then my cock popped up through the waist band of my shorts, she saw it and said, Oh my Andy, have I caused that, oh I'm so sorry baby, I'll finish up and leave you alone to take care of it, she giggled as she gazed at it.
She continued around my legs for a while longer, but she never took her eyes off my prick. And the fucking thing just got bigger, and harder, I could feel it swelling from me! There was now about 2 or 3" sticking out, I tried to cover it, but it was hopeless, it had a life of its own now, and was going to prove it!
Andy, my mum whispered, would you like me to take care of it darling, she asked? What do you mean mum, I said. With that she showed me, she pulled my hands away from it, moved my shorts a bit lower, put some oil on her hands and got hold of it, I nearly left the bath straight upwards.