My mother is a gorgeous creature. Sheâs not one of those model types or movie star types but she is just great looking. Sheâs never been one to work out a lot but she does and has since High School been a runner. After having kids she had to resort to jogging not being able to run without pain.
I had moved into my own apartment a few months prior to this event. My father, well he was hurt in a car crash and now spends his days in a nursing home. He requires more care than my mother can provide. It hasnât been easy for her and as far as heâs concerned, he doesnât know whatâs going on. A severe blow to the head curtailed his knowledge of his current life.
Being the horny bugger I am and knowing my great looking mother is in need of, letâs say attention, I have been trying to get into her knickers for the past couple months. Iâve spent time at her house making up excuses for being there as well as volunteering for any work she needs done. This is the story of the first phase of my having sex with her. I canât wait for the next phase.
Friday afternoon I dropped by my motherâs house to help store some boxes and take care of a few other chores she had. She was all business when I arrived. Very little conversation took place. I tried to bring up last Saturday butâŠno dice. She seemed like a woman possessed, she had a few jobs she wanted done and that was that! There were basically three things that needed to be done. From our cleaning in the basement last week she had boxed up some things that she wanted put in the attic above the garage. She had packed up her summer clothes and wanted those boxes plus some things she wanted stored in her bedroom, which also would go up in the garage attic. The final job was to change a light fixture in the kitchen. Since she didnât seem to want to talk I decided not to push it and just went about doing what I was told. The boxes in the basement were really heavy and by the time I had finished with them I was sweating like crazy. She didnât have a dolly so I had to carry each package individually. It took time and wasnât easy. One of the boxes was so heavy Mom had to help with. Now Mom had dressed for the occasion. She was never one to shy away from work. Jeans and sweatshirt worked well for her with a scarf tied in her hair. She really looked good. For a gal her age sheâs really got a nice ass. The sweatshirt frustrated me, because I couldnât get a glimpse of her tits. Anyway, we got the box up the basement stairs and out into the garage. It was no easy task. The steps going to the garage attic are the âpull-downâ type, that when not in use hide in the ceiling. I knew with the weight it would be a real challenge. I got underneath it and pushed it up while Mom went up the steps ahead and guided it. By the time we finished we were exhausted and we were both sweating. Next stop, the bedroom and those boxes. Mom went into the bedroom and started grabbing boxes and we both carried all the boxes to the garage. The work went fast and we were done in half an hour. Now it was time for the light fixture. I picked up some tools and a small ladder from the garage and went into the kitchen. Mom was there waiting and she had removed her sweatshirt. She had another little t-shirt type top on underneath. This one was more to my liking. Cut relatively low I could catch some of her cleavage; she caught me looking. With most of the work done she seemed to cheer up a little and wasnât quite so standoffish.
She told me, âIf youâre hot honey you may want to take your sweatshirt off, it was too hot for meâŠI had to cool off.â
I had a t-shirt on as well so off came the sweatshirt and the t-shirt hung out of my jeans. The ladder is just a four-step ladder and only needed the first three steps, with my height to remove the old fixture. Mom stood right below me handing me tools and parts as needed. When I looked down I could see her tits and I began to get hard. I knew she noticed because it was right in front of her face. At one point I couldnât take the tension anymore and I looked down and whistled, then began laughing.
She knew instantly what I was doing and slapped me on the thigh and said, âfinish the light!â
When I was putting in the last screw holding the light fixture in place I felt a scraping across my stomachâŠon the bare skin. My t-shirt bagged out and it made my stomach visible. Mom was scratching her nails over my stomach. My cock went instantly hard, I mean instantly. I was so fucking horny anyway from checking out her tits plus staring at her ass when we were in the garage that I had no control over my cockâŠ.it just went hard!! I was finished with the light and was about to step off the ladder.
Mom, said, âDonât come down just yet!â and with that she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.
She took it in her hands and examined it. She put some saliva into her hand and began to jack me off very slowly. I had all I could do to keep my balance on the ladder. It felt so fucking good I really had to concentrate on a cold shower to keep from cumming immediately. She stroked it for what seemed like forever but in reality was only about 30 seconds then she kissed the head and slowly took it into her mouth. Now can you imagine what a sight this was? Here we are in the middle of the kitchen, Iâm on a ladder, I have my hand up on the ceiling for balance and Mom is sucking my cock in a very slow and deliberate manner. I was biting my tongue, my lip, trying to think about anything else but her lips won out. My thighs started to tremble, my ass tightened, my cock swelled and I cam. Mom didnât swallow, she caught it in her mouth and when I was done she spit it out in the sink next to her. When she spit it out, she returned to my cock and continues to suck it as it shrunk. My knees were so fucking weak I nearly fell off the ladder as I stepped down.
Once on the floor Mom kissed my cheek and said, âThere Sweetie, thatâs your payment for the work you did!â
I must have looked like an absolute idiotâŠI just stood there with my mouth open, not able to say a thing. So, I hugged her. My cock was still out hanging limp and when it met her jeans, the feeling was wonderful.
She reached down and grabbed my cock and said, âyou better put this thing away,â which I did.
