Just past my 18th birthday my Dad died in a boating accident. The sudden death of my Father was like a dash of cold water in my face and that of my Mom. It took the wind right out of our sails. Suddenly we had almost no one but ourselves and the fear was intense for a while. Fortunately, our house was free from mortgage and Dad had left behind sufficient arrangements so that we were not paupers.
Slowly and painfully my Mom led us back to sanity and stability. She had been working as a librarian for a few years and that kept her busy and distracted and I had my studies and gym. Naturally we grew closer than ever during the months after and the filial bonds strengthened.
My Mom was a good looking Lady who had always had her share of stares from men and even older boys. She and Dad had always had a fairly moderate social life but they were not swingers and without my Dad my Mom pretty much withdrew from the social scene. We spent much of our free time together helping one another fill the gap. I started acting grown up and had to take on "responsibility". I focussed more and more on my studies as I saw that as the road to salvation. And I helped Mom at home. Chores I used to refuse to do were now a part of my routine. I was becoming the Man of the house. I had to.
My Mom urged me to continue to be the person I was but yet she was also happy to see the change in me. I was fast becoming a good looking lad and conscientiously worked at my studies and the gym.
For the past year or two I had been particularly noticing the way men looked at my Mom. She always dressed conservatively but I guess a great figure and looks just cannot be hidden. She had hair the colour of golden honey half-way down her back and she took care of it. Well she took care of herself with regular walks and was blessed with a complexion many paid for. Her figure was full, not quite voluptuous but certainly full with a tucked in lovely waist and a flare to her hips which led to a still tight rear. While she was certainly past her 20s, she still turned a few heads. This was despite her trying not to emphasise her attributes.
The clothes she wore did not show off her figure and her hair was always in a simple bun. She wore sensible flat shoes and rarely applied make up. Yet many men noticed her. I guess she had something.
Even today She always carried herself just right. Her walk had a gentle undulating flow to it and her eyes could send a shiver down a spine. If I observed closely I noticed how her breasts swayed as she walked and one fine day I had a growing hard-on while looking at her in the kitchen preparing breakfast. It had happened so sudden that I was shocked and ashamed. I was afraid of getting up from where I sat and walking out because I was certain shed notice the tented shorts. I stayed glued to my stool with my eyes definitely averted from her. However, try as I might my eyes would not stay away for more than a few moments. I kept glancing at her as the light from the window streamed through her wrap and outlined her in a dizzying fashion.
The next few weeks and months went by with a raging battle between my head and my loins. I felt guilty that my Mom turned me on like she did though my head kept telling me this was not quite right. While my focus on my studies stayed firm I dated with less vigour. Whenever I did a picture of my Mom would somehow drift into my mind.
The death of my Dad put a stop to all that but only for a while. Now more than ever, I was closer to my Mom. Often in the evenings my Mom would quietly weep and I had to hug her and hold her close to calm her down. Then we'd just sit close together and hold hands. No words needed to be exchanged but my mind was more and more a whirl of lurid thoughts.
I could banish neither those thoughts nor the boner I got from looking at her or being near her. The inevitable happened sooner rather than later. I woke up one morning with a huge hard-on and my hand curled around it. The woman on my mind was my Mom. I groaned but kept caressing my cock as it throbbed into a monumental erection. Soon I was jerking off with pictures of my sweet Mom swirling through my mind. I barely made it to the bathroom when my cum spewed from my aching cock in long explosive spurts. That left me panting and wanting for more. This soon became a morning routine.
Around this time, one night I was up late working on some research and submissions I had to make when I heard a noise from the hallway and stepped out. The soft groaning was coming from my Moms bedroom. I padded to the door which was always ajar and peeked in. The room was dark but the streetlights threw in enough illumination through the thin drapes. My Mom was in her bed and it took me a while to realise that she was asleep. She was having a dream I thought. She was slowly arching in the bed and her left hand was softly caressing her flat tummy. Her hand slowly rose to cover her breast as she let out a soft moan. With a shock I realised that her other hand was dipped between her thighs. I stared at this scene in fascination. She continued to caress herself and was practically writhing in her bed. My own crotch was throbbing like mad and my hand was under the elastic band of my shorts. That night I came watching my Mom doing the same in bed – in her sleep.
A few nights later I again heard noise outside the door and saw my Mom slowly walk past in her negligee. I got up to speak with her but realised that she was sleepwalking! I followed her to the top of the stairs where she stopped and held the railing in her two hands as she mumbled and swayed. Her negligee was a sheer black lacy thing that barely hid anything. My eyes were glued to her rear as she leaned forward slowly. Her feet were splayed apart as she slowly started breathing heavier. Her head was bent forward and her lustrous hair tumbled all about her face as her hips slowly started flowing back n forth. In her sleepwalking state, my Mom was fucking someone imaginary!!! Her mumbles turned into moans as her hips swayed back n forth. Obviously I had a huge aching hard on. My eyes were all over her back and on her fabulous rear. Almost naked as she was, I truly realised how sexy my Mom was and why so many men stared at her. Her negligee fluttered about her hips as she "fucked" at the top of the stairs! I knelt behind her and unashamedly looked up between her parted thighs and peeped into heaven. Her lovely pink lips glistened with her pre-cum and I almost blasted off in my shorts there and then. The aroma of her musk filled the air and set me off trembling. I started fisting my huge cock as I watched her lips swell and get wet. By now she was moving faster and moaning quite loudly. Her hips sawed back towards my face as I leaned ever closer to them. Suddenly I could take it no longer and as my hand blurred on my cock I erupted. It was so big that the initial spatter of my cum shot clear through between her knees. I was fascinated when I saw her lips swell and clench and then her own juices dripped out and ran down her thighs. She slowly calmed down and her hands stopped clenching the banister. I got up on shaky feet and backed into my room as she turned and walked back to her bedroom and got into bed.
I barely slept the rest of the night. I needed to go to the bathroom a few times and each time I spewed a load as big as the biggest I had and yet I remained hard and big for hours after.
The next day things were normal between us. At least I was trying for that as much as I could. I could barely take my eyes off her though. While Mom went to work I worked on my assignments and submissions but was totally distracted by a constant ache in my balls. My hormones were raging fiercely.
The next few nights went by in a hot daze for me. My Mom asked me if I was alright and I always said that it was all fine. Then one night, again, she seemed distressed and I saw her quietly wipe a tear from her eyes. I was immediately by her side and held her from behind and she leaned back against me with a shiver. I held her with my arms circled under her breasts. We were like this for a few minutes and she slowly relaxed back into my chest. But unlike before I did not let go of her. I continued to hold her because I liked the feel of my Mom in my arms! Her lovely full ass was slowly pressing against me as she relaxed and my face was buried in her hair. I softly kissed her hair and then she shook herself as though waking up and turned around to pat my cheek. Her eyes were bright.
"Thank you Ben. I don't know what I would do without you"
