This is a story of how my intimate relationship started with my mother. My mother Carol is 5' 9" tall with a medium build with brown hair. She is a very unassuming lady; she would not stand out in a crowd when it comes to looks. Don't get me wrong I am not saying she unattractive. She was married to my father for 21 years when he decide that he was not happy with what he had left one day for work and never came home. We got a phone call from him a day later stating he was seeking a divorce. I was eleven at the time and was devastating to us. My mother who had been a stay at home mom was now forced in to the work place to provide for my brother and I. My mother did a great job taking care of us.
At the time I did not realize what she had sacrificed in order to provide for us. She did not date much at all as we were growing up. Once I was in high school I would encourage her to go out with her friends and have a good time, but she never acquired any boy friends. I went into the military when I got out of school. I decided when I decided to get out of active duty at 25 which made Carol 60. Once I was discharged I came back home and mom suggested we share an apartment. We did and it was not long before we settled into a routine. I had been preoccupied with getting a job and adjusting back into civilian life, I realized I had not been in a relationship for about nine months and was starting truly feeling the effects. I had been masturbating on a regular basis but it was not fulfilling the primal urge and desire to have my hard erection pulsating inside of a woman. I had dinner ready when mom got home. We sat and enjoyed dinner and good conversation.
We clear dinner dishes and she went to change into night gown. My mother would always wear silky ankle length gowns and a robe. She returned to the living room and bent over to get her magazine off the coffee table, when she stood back up her robe had fallen open exposing her gown covered breast to me. The material wrapped her breast perfectly outlining its supple form for my hungry eyes. My mother wears a 36 B bra. The material was thin enough for me to make out her nipple which was brown and stood out about a half inch above her areola that was the size of a quarter. For a woman that was 60 her breast did not sag much at all, it still had a firm look to it.
I immediately felt my penis start to come to life. I directed my eyes back to the TV before she realized I was staring. I saw her readjust her robe out of the corner of my eye. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself with the TV show the movement that was started in my shorts continued until I had a raging hard on. I tried to be discrete in hiding it from her with out drawing her attention to it. I could see her looking up at me often but she never said anything to me. About 30 minutes later that she announced that she was tires and was going to bed. I quietly sighed in relief hoping I had avoided an embarrassing moment.
I went to my bedroom after I was sure she was in her room. I laid there in the dark surprised in part for getting so turned on at seeing my mother's breast under her silky robe. I pushed my underwear down to my knees releasing my hard on that has been straining to get free for the past half hour. My cock is right at six inches long and about an inch and half in diameter. What I don't have in length and girth I make up for in hardness and stamina. I started by running my finger along my shaft feeling the veins to the well defined head. I paid a lot of attention to the sweet spot under side of my cock where the shaft and the head meet.
With the vision of her breast burned into my mind I tried to imagine what it would be like to hold it in my hand and take the nipple in my mouth. As I rubbed my head it felt like it was on fire. The more I rubbed the burning sensation moved down my shaft to my balls. Every movement caused intense burning/electrifying pleasure to flow through my cock until I felt the pressure build in my ball and a stream of cum shoots out landing on my stomach then another. I laid there catching my breath as the orgasmic waves settle down.
As I cleaned up the mess I made, I started wondering how long had it been since she had had sex. I thought back and could not remember any men coming to the house growing up and she never stayed out all night. I said to my self that there is no way she has gone the last fourteen years with out sex. I knew then I had to find out and see if I could get her into bed. A couple of days later I made dinner and a couple of drinks for us to help loosen us up see if I could get her to talk. After a few drinks she seemed to relax and we start talking about when I was younger and some of the crazy thing we did when she was at work. She asked me if I had any girls lined up for the week end. I told her no that I really had not focused on the part of my life yet. She smiled; I asked her the same question. She laughed and state see had not been on a date since my father left. I said no way and she nodded her head saying it is true. Before I realized it I blurted out dang you got to hornier than I am. Blushing with a half shocked look on her face slowly responded with a probably.
