My name is Jake, I'm nearly 20 years old, I live at home with my mum when I'm not at college. My mum was diagnosed with a serious illness about 5 years ago, I won't go into detail, but she is slowly deteriorating and there are fewer and fewer days when she can get around from room to room without aid. At first she was able to get around, but over the years she has relied on me more and more and help from her sister and a carer when I can't be there. She is still mobile, but it takes her a lot of effort and knocks the wind out of her.
My college is only a 45 minute train ride away, but she felt it important that I got the full college experience and didn't want me to be commuting back and forth day in day out. So I go home to see her most weekends and as soon as college is over, I don't often go drinking and partying with my buddies, I just tend to go home.
A bit about my mum - her name is Astria, (I know! Grandma and grandpa were a bit hippy dippy!) but everyone calls her Bunny. She is 52, just over 5 foot tall, long blonde (greying *cough cough*) hair and an absolute knockout, and I'm not just saying that, she is beautiful inside and out, with piercing blue eyes and a smile that is genuine and would melt any man's heart, she is the epitome of milf next door, homely, but sexy.
Before she became ill, she was a fuller figured mature lady (a MILF as a number of my friends from high school would comment!). When I say she was 'fuller figured', I don't mean she was fat, not by a long shot, she was, in my opinion, the perfect shape for a woman, meat on her bones, a nice peachy plump bum, flat stomach and nice D cup round breasts that were only just starting to show tiny signs of beginning to sag. If I had to say who she looked like, to give you an idea, I would have to say, she reminds me of a Carol Vorderman (post boob job!). Facially she doesn't look like her, but her body is similar. Facially she looks more like Sally Field (but no one really agrees with me when I say that!).
Since she became ill, she seemed to lose a bit of weight and colour from her skin. Most days she spends so much time in bed, she usually had bed head, that just added an innocence to her.
My dad left not long after her first diagnosis. 26 years of her doing everything for him repaid by walking out claiming 'I'm sorry, I just can't deal with this', ahhh, poor baby!
Anyway, this story begins when I returned home after college had ended after my 2nd year. It was a particularly hot summer, so my mum's room had windows open, fans or air conditioning on and she would lie on the sheets with no covers on. When I arrived home I headed to her room, as I always did. It was around 6pm so I expected her to be awake and watching some crime documentary or something. As I shut the door, the house was still, no carers were there and Auntie Sonia's car wasn't in the drive, so I assumed no one was there. I dropped my bag at the door and made my way to the back room of the house that had been converted into mum's bedroom, because it was the largest room and had a nice big window overlooking the garden and a patio door out to the deck.
I crept up to her door preparing to burst in and surprise her, even though she knew I was due home today, but as I got to her door, it was open about a foot and I could see she was laying on the bed, her covers thrown aside, apparently asleep. She was just in her robe and white cotton panties. I stopped at the door and watched her sleep. The gentle rise and fall of her chest. I have never EVER thought about my mother in a sexual way, we have always been really close, but despite her obvious beauty, I just didn't think of her like that. Until this moment.
She was on her back with her right leg out to her side and bent so her foot was under her left knee. The cotton robe she wore was open and barely covered anything. Both her tits were flat and falling off the side of her body, the robe just about covering her nipples. Her bare stomach was glistening in the sunshine that was coming through the window. A thin layer of sweat all over her body from her legs up her tummy, breasts and face, where a few strands of her hair were matted to her temples. I felt a stirring in my jeans.
It was the first time I'd thought of her like this, but my body decided it liked what it saw and there was nothing I could do about it, as is often the case. It seemed so natural, I wasn't disgusted by myself, but at the same time I had butterflies in my stomach. It seemed to be easier, as she was asleep. I seriously thought about taking my dick out and stroking while looking at her. It was such a turn on, knowing my beautiful mother was lying there asleep and on display for me. She moved in her sleep and something snapped me back to reality. What the fuck was I doing?! That's my MUM, I'm getting turned on looking at my sick, sleeping mother. She'd adjusted herself in the bed and her robe had flopped open, completely revealing her left breast to me. I gulped, took a breath, mentally admonished myself and stepped into the room.
Walking up to the bed, I moved my erection so it was pointing up to my chest and into the waistband of my underwear. I gently took her robe in my hand and covered her exposed bosom, whilst taking a long hard look as I moved the fabric over her chest, well, come on, I'm only human! Just as I'd finished adjusting the robe and getting the image of her still ample left boob, I looked up to her face and saw she was now awake, with the faintest of smiles beginning to crack on her face. Unsure of whether she'd seen me ogling her tit, I decided to try to be as nonchalant as I could. A broad smile grew on her face matched by my own, she looked a little groggy and blinked a couple of times as she tried to rise in the bed.
'JAKEY, you're home!! I must have dozed off.' I leant down and accepted her hug, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her to me, her grip on me was as strong as ever, I hugged her harder, only pulling back to kiss her cheek a couple of times, before returning to the nook of her neck.
'Yeah, I literally just got in.' I said into her neck. I broke the hug and looked, beaming into her beautiful eyes. Without thinking, I very nearly leant in to kiss her lips. Luckily something in my subconscious stopped me, but mum must have noticed something as she asked, 'are you OK sweetie?'
She'd tilted her head ever so slightly and furrowed her brow with the question. What the fuck was wrong with me? I'd never entertained thoughts like this before, but in the 5 minutes since I'd got home, I'd ogled my semi naked mother, thought about masturbating to her sleeping, exposed form and nearly leant in to try and make out with her!
'It's nothing mum, don't worry about it,' swiftly changing the subject, because I knew she'd want to probe further, I continued, 'do you need anything? I'm going to throw my laundry in the machine and grab a shower, then I thought we could watch a movie or something after dinner?'. Her smile returned to her face, she rubbed my cheek with her right thumb and she almost looked like she was going to cry.
'OK, sweetie, but hurry up I want to hear all about college and the girls you have lining up around the block.' We both gave a quick laugh and it eased some of the tension brewing in the air.
I kissed her cheek again, bounced off the bed, picked up my bag from the door and bounded out of her room, leaving it wide open as I went down the hall to my room, stopping at the laundry basket to collect mum's things to add to mine. I walked to the laundry room opened up the machine and emptied the contents of my bag into it, then I threw mum's things on top and went to get the detergent. As I returned I noticed a pair of her panties on the top of the pile in the machine. They weren't anything special, not frilly lingerie or a thong, they were just ordinary cotton panties with a little pink bow on the front, in the middle of the elastic. Before my brain could engage, some primal animal instinct took over my thinking and before I knew what was happening, I had them in my hand. I stood there looking down at a pink pair of panties for what seemed like an age. Again, I don't remember thinking it or instructing my brain to go ahead and tell my hand to do it, but next thing I knew I was inhaling deeply with her panties pressed hard into my nostrils. I don't know what I was expecting but they smelt like a combination of musky sweetness and laundry softener. I put them in my pocket and started the machine, before taking my empty bag back to my room.
Closing the door behind me, I pulled mum's panties from my pocket and sat on my bed staring at them. I placed them on the bed next to me, rose off the bed and removed my clothes to get in the shower. But I didn't make my way to the bathroom. My cock was slowly pulsing and filling with blood. What the fuck was wrong with me? This is sick! I'm having devilish thoughts about my own mother. I picked up her panties and wrapped them around my cock, making sure the gusset, where her pussy had been was right over the tip of my cock and started stroking. My heart was pounding in my chest, all I could hear was the blood pulsing around my ears.
I sat on my bed, facing the door. If the walls weren't there, I'd be facing my mother, lying in bed across the hall. I pumped my hand faster, tilted my head back, looking at the ceiling, remembering her asleep with her open robe and sweat glistening skin, I whispered into the air above my bed, 'Oh mum'.
Closing my eyes and pumping harder, I moaned again, slightly louder, 'mum, show me your tits', I could feel my orgasm approaching, my legs straightened and locked, I accidentally said, at pretty much normal conversation level, 'Oh mum, I'm cumming,' and as I passed the point of no return, I felt my balls tighten as that wonderful tingly feeling rose up from my calves along my hamstrings up my torso and I felt the cum at the base of my shaft as I heard from down the hall, mum shouted
'Sorry honey, did you call me? I can't hear you, can you come here?'
I started to cum into her pretty pink panties, 'CUMMING MUM, JUST GIVE ME A SECOND.' Rope after rope of thick spunk was shooting into my new favourite cum rag, my mother's knickers. I don't think I'd ever cum so much in my life, my cock was still twitching in the completely saturated under garment. I felt light headed and my legs were a tingling mess. I could hardly stand.
'Jakey, are you alright??' Mum called from her bedroom. I couldn't exactly walk out of my room at the minute, completely naked with my her panties wrapped around my cock, dripping cum everywhere. I managed to get to my door and open it, sticking my head around I said, 'sorry mum, just going to jump in the shower, wanted to know what you'd like for dinner?'
