Oh Mom!

My father never laid eyes on me. He disappeared when Mom told him she wouldn't have an abortion. Growing up with a mom who worked part time had advantages and drawbacks. The major advantage: She spent a lot of time with me. The main drawback: We barely scraped to cover our expenses.

When I was in high school, she could leave me alone and added to her workload. Three mornings a week, she was a receptionist at a dental place, and three evenings, she worked as a waitress at the local Applebee.

When I was a senior in high school, Mom registered with a nearby health club. She tried to exercise and swim each time I was not at home.

The following year, I got accepted to the state college, and due to our financial situation, my tuition was free.

Everything went according to plan but then came Covid.

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Mom and I got the shots and were strict about masking. However, everything changed once public gatherings were discouraged and facilities closed. Most importantly, the health club Mom frequented closed its doors.

To explain her problem, I had to describe her. She was 41, 5'3", 125 pounds with black hair, brown skin, and a massive chest with DD cup breasts. The huge breasts were responsible for her frequent low back pains. As long as the health club accommodated her, the combination of specialty exercises and swimming relieved her suffering. Now, that it wasn't available, she didn't complain, but I could see it in her eyes and noticed her trying to lie down on her tummy. Our money dwindled too: she switched to become an online receptionist using our computer, but the number of patients decreased. And Applebee had new limitations on the number of clients it was allowed to let in.

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One day, I saw her struggling more than before and said, "I love you and see you suffer. You hate painkillers, and the sports facility is closed. I can help you with a back rub."

She sighed, "Honey, I detest burdening others with my issues more than I wish to relieve my pains."

I pointed a finger at her, "Listen to me, lady. I was born because you preferred me over your husband. And you did a lot for me growing up. You know what, actually, I am doing it for myself; for a change, I will be doing SOMETHING useful here."

She grinned, "Lucas, after 21 years together, I know you better than you think. You are a bad liar. You want to do it for me, and everything else you mentioned is pure BS."

I whined, "Even Mom doesn't believe me anymore. I think it's time for me to move to another country where Covid does not exist. How about North Korea?"

She laughed, "You are funny. OK, let's try a little back massage. But promise me that you'll stop when you are tired and won't burden yourself too much on my behalf."

"I am in good shape, and it is highly likely I'll survive a back massage. However, when I start, I'll leave the phone nearby, so you can call 911 if see me having a heart attack..."

"Honey, stop mocking your mother, or I'll beat you up."

I am 6'0", and 180 pounds of pure muscle. Mom is shorter than me by a head and never hit me all my life. I couldn't stop laughing and hugged her, "Mom, please, PLEASE, do not hit me... I am scared."

Mom smiled, "Oh, shut up. Bring the avocado oil from the bathroom cabinet and let's see what you can do."

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"Mom, lower your top, unclasp the bra, and lie down on your abdomen. I'll be back in 5 with the oil and a couple of towels."

When I returned, she was topless on her tummy with her back exposed all the way to the top of her butt. I poured oil on my palms to warm it and, a moment later, began applying it to her lower back. I remembered reading somewhere about 'knots,' but I recognized none.

I started rubbing her muscles circularly, just to let her get used to my touch. And then, gradually, I moved up and down on her lower back, following the direction of the muscles. After a few moments, I heard her moan and she mumbled, "It feels so much better already. I don't know if it's the oil or the massage but my pains are much better. Honey, your hands are magical!"

I grinned, "Since I was so good, I want 2 things: 1. Stop complaining when I offer another massage. 2. I deserve another piece of your tasty chocolate cake."

She laughed and didn't answer.

I continued rubbing, taking my time and ensuring to go from her shoulders to the small of her back. I stopped after 20 minutes, hearing her groans turn louder. I placed a large soft towel on her back and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I was back, Mom had a robe wrapped around her and she looked happy, "My back feels like new again. It feels so much better than after taking the stupid pills."

"Good. So, from now on, you get a massage at least 3 times a week."

"Honey, I don't want you to strain..."

I interrupted her, "Mom, you talk too much. First, I am the man of the house so I decide. Second, I suspect your objection has nothing to do with me working hard on your back. You are trying to prevent me from eating extra cake."

She smiled, "You are so right. Let's compromise: I'll ask you for a massage when my pains become intolerable."

"No way, Jose! If I let YOU make the decision, I'll get the next request before you die. As I said, 3 times a week. Take it or leave my house..."

Her eyes glistened, "My son is becoming bossy. Who am I going to call for help?"

"Me. ME!"

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The following evening, I watched her walking to the bathroom. Her body was slightly bent, and she caressed her arms. I suspected her body was hurting again. However, I didn't want to push it. I'd massage her the next evening. She returned to the living room with a smile, pretending everything was OK. I let it slide.

The next day, when she arrived home, I was ready with everything. I kissed her cheek and pointed to the bed. She sighed, "Thanks."

I left the room and came back 2 minutes later. I saw topless Mom from the side with her huge breasts swaying as she was ready to lie on her tummy.

Until that moment, Mom was always simply MOM for me. Watching her humongous jugs riding high on her chest with the dark nipples directed forward did something to me. My penis began stirring.

She wasn't aware that I got a glimpse of her boobs, and I had no intention to mention it. I began the rubbing as before, but my mind was distracted. Her fantastic tits floated before my eyes throughout the session.

I started at the lower back and moved up. When I reached her shoulders, she lifted her upper body somewhat, giving me access to the front part of her shoulders. With my pecker already at half mast, the unexpected sight of her generous cleavage was another blow to my hard try-to-resist ogling those beauties. Fortunately, Mom's eyes were closed. As I glanced at her face, I noted a strange smile with her mouth slightly open. Her legs also moved apart mildly...

I continued massaging the front of her shoulders, and slowly, her torso rose further. Eventually, she leaned on her elbows. She kept her eyes shut and moaned.

I whispered in her ear, "Do you like it?

She murmured, "I absolutely love it..."

"Excellent. Starting today, I do it every day."

"But honey..."

"No more honey. And I think it's time to rub not only your back. I get the feeling you ache in other areas as well, yet you are reluctant to admit it."

She faked a smile, "It's not easy being old. And with a body like mine, it's expected at some point."

"Mom, you are too young to talk like that. Physical therapy and swimming would have helped, but with the current constraints, you are stuck with me, so accept it."

I heard her mumble in a low tone, "Honey, you have no idea what your hands do to my body..."

I wasn't sure. However, from her reaction, I had my suspicions.

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The following evening, Mom was ready with towels and oil by the bed.

"Lucas, I arranged everything, but if you are tired or not in the mood, we can skip it..."

"I am ready."

I stared at her face. Until lately, I haven't thought about it. She was my loving mother; why would I care about her looks? But now I glanced at her features. The face was beautiful: Small nose, full lips, dark eyes, shiny black hair. It was all new to me! The alluring face and her fantastic body; I had to ask, "Mom, Dad left more than 20 years ago. Why haven't you tried to connect with another man? Not every man is a jerk as Dad was."

"When you were very young, I met several men through friends and relatives. The problem was that every one of them saw me as walking tits. They were ready to touch my body and go to bed the first time they met me. Neither one of them cared about ME. I tested each one the same way: After sitting face to face for at least an hour, I asked the 5 men 2 things: What is my eye color? And can you repeat the last thing I just said? They stuttered, claimed the light wasn't good enough, and when I talked to them they admired my beauty. As if I didn't notice their eyes were focused on my breasts at least half the time. Don't misunderstand me: I get that men ogle boobs, but I expected them to see and hear something above my chest as well."

I was silent and massaged her back. She sighed, "Do you know your massage therapy is the best part of my day?"

I giggled, "Mine too..."

While lying on her abdomen, she moved her arms above her head, turned her face toward me, and closed her eyes. I progressed slowly and, like before, proceeded from her lower back up. I heard her say, "Do you mind rubbing my sides, too? Lately, the midback feels better, but the sides hurt a little."

"Sure Mom."

My hands moved slowly sideways, starting at her waist and climbing up. When I was near her bald armpits, she suddenly raised her upper body. As a result, my hands caressed her sideboobs. She gasped but did not change her position.

I removed my hands, blurting, "Sorry, Mom." The truth - I wasn't sorry. The breasts felt nice, smooth, and firm. My cock shot up like a missile preparing to be launched...

I heard her whisper, "Continue."

I moved to her back and massaged it as if nothing happened.

Mom said, "Honey, my sides, please."

My palms moved to her sides, careful to stay above her breasts. As I advanced slowly, I noticed Mom's eyes were now open. Her eyes inspected my groin. There was no chance she wouldn't notice the huge tent in my pants!

Not knowing what else to do, I continued rubbing her sides. She closed her eyes, started moaning, and her thighs separated.

Mom murmured, "Lucas, honey, I know how you feel. I feel the same way..."

"Mom, what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, honey. I am as confused as you. We are both aroused, and the quarantine is not helpful. Your wonderful massage helped my back tremendously. But it was also very erotic. After a long drought, I can hardly stop myself from doing something we'll both regret. Go to your room, and I'll shower before going to mine. Let us sleep it over, and tomorrow, have a frank discussion about the future. PLEASE..."

I kissed her forehead and blurted, "Mom, I love you more than anything in the world. In case you want me to prove it; Your eyes are dark brown, and your last sentence was about wanting us to have a frank discussion tomorrow."

As I walked to my room, I saw her giving me a strange look.

...

The following morning, Mom was nowhere to be seen, and her door was closed. I grabbed a sandwich and went to school. Our professors were doing a lot of talking and explaining, but my mind was somewhere else. I only cared about hearing the clock ringing three times so I could leave.

I arrived home at 3:30 pm. I heard the water running in the bathroom and waited for Mom in the living room. She approached me, and I saw tears in her eyes, "Honey, would you like me to make dinner?"

I didn't know what to say except, "Mom, I love you with all my heart."

She sat by me, "I love you too. What are we doing?..."

"We love each other, and the constant closeness pushed us together. Touching your beautiful body opened my eyes to see that you are much more than just a fantastic mother. You are a very attractive and sexy woman..."

"As I told you last night, I feel the same about you. However, we are family. It is incest. God will punish us if we cross the line..."

"My belief in god is less strict. If he existed, why would he put us in this situation in the first place? We only have each other. Why not live it fully?!..."

"My brain is threatening me with hell. I cannot see my son invading the place he came out of."

"Mom, we are going to be isolated for an unknown number of days. We are attracted to each other, and our only crime is wanting to love each other. Our love is not hurting anybody. But I will never force you to do things you do not want to do..."

Her tears poured, "I don't know what to do."

I hugged her, but as I felt my prick starting to engorge, I disconnected. She immediately realized what happened and cried loudly, "Oh, god, why?"

I went to my room, feeling helpless. I was conflicted between the wish that my penis stopped stiffening when Mom was around, and the craving to have her. All of her. I watched my favorite program on TV but had no clue what was going on. I decided to go to sleep but couldn't. Her pleading face, swaying tits, and slowly parting legs haunted me. I was determined to stay in my room - I could not concentrate on anything, but at least my presence would not bother Mom.

I stayed there for hours, clueless.

Two hours later, Mom called me, "Lucas, let's have lunch."

I came out and stared at her face. I saw a couple of new wrinkles. She mumbled she could heat pizza or make a real meal. I said anything simple would be fine. She turned back and strolled to the kitchen. Her back was bent again...

"Mom, sit down. I want to do it. Will pizza be OK?"

She spoke in a monotonous voice, "I am not hungry."

I knelt before her, "Mom, please, you need to eat something. And I see your back is acting again. I must massage your back again. Do you want it before or after lunch?"

"You decide."

"I'll rub your back first, and when you shower, I'll warm the pizza."

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She was topless on her abdomen when I arrived with the rubbing oil. Unlike before, this time, I stood in front of her head and started massaging her shoulders. I moved gradually along her scapulae and the center of her back. I met 2 knots on the way to her lower back and gently rubbed them in different directions, trying to relieve them.

As I reached the small of her back, Mom began moaning, and her legs spread slightly. I knew it was her most troublesome area and applied more force.

Suddenly, I felt her head against my tummy and her hand caressing the bulge I was sporting. I stopped for a couple of seconds, and her palm stayed in place, too.

That was the moment each of us had to decide yes or no. I was too confused to make up my mind and continued tweaking her back muscles. Seconds later, Mom did the same, and it became clear both thought the same. No talking was needed.

As my fingers tweaked her back, her hands gingerly lowered my shorts, exposing my erect pole. She gasped, "Darling, it's beautiful, hard, and... big! Your magical hands are so good to me. I want to reward you. Please continue."

Subsequently, her lips wrapped around my shaft, and her mouth started a steady in-and-out movement on my cock.

"Mom, I won't be able to hold much longer..."

She pulled out and mumbled, "Don't, honey. Give it to me."

A short time later, my body trembled as jet after jet shot into her accepting hot mouth. When I was done, I stood up in awe and looked at her face. It was reddish and smiley, "Today, your massage was amazing. I also liked the appetizer. Now that my back feels better, I'll go to the shower. When I am done, a slice of pizza would make the day perfect!"