Who's Making the Decisions?
A young son wonders whether he or his mother is making the decisions.
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I am an eighteen year-old senior in high school. I live at home with my 44 year-old mother. My father was much older than my mother and died from a heart attack a few years ago.
My story begins when my mother shouted for me to come help her because she had pulled her hamstring muscle. I quickly came and followed her instructions to help her to sit in a recliner in our family room. My mother dressed conservatively every day, however in this instance her dress had come up exposing much of her legs with her stockings and a garter showing. She didn't seem to notice her exposure and closed her eyes and sighed.
I feasted my eyes on her legs and the exposed thighs that led up to her pussy. If I leaned down and looked up her dress, I could even see the start of the crotch of her panties. They were fairly open white lace panties that showed part of her bush and the faintest outline of her pussy. I took out my phone and quietly took some pictures.
And then things got even better. She told me to go get BenGay lotion to rub into her muscle to reduce the pain. I got the lotion from the medicine cabinet and came back to the family room. As I reached out to hand her the lotion, my mother said that I would need to do it for her.
I swallowed hard and tried to keep a grin off of my face. While I was fetching the lotion, my mother had hiked her dress up several more inches and parted her legs a bit. She went on to tell me to put some of the lotion on my hands and gently start to rub it into her injured leg.
She didn't have to tell me twice. I quickly squirted some BenGay lotion in my hands and reached down for her thigh. I tentatively began to rub her thigh starting near her knee. She told me to rub more slowly and that the pain was higher on her leg.
With that encouragement, I moved my hands higher on her leg. That caused my mother to widen her legs to allow me greater access. I now had a clear view of her panties. I told my mother that I needed to get more lotion on my hands but when I stopped rubbing it was to take a few more pictures up her dress.
I resumed rubbing in the BenGay and my mother relaxed further back in the chair and let her legs relax more so that I didn't have to even lean down to be able to see anything I wanted to.
My mother began to quietly moan as the lotion's pain relief began to work and eventually, she settled in to sleep.
I called out her name a few times but she did not respond. I stopped rubbing and slowly slid the front of her dress higher until I could see everything up to her waist. I figured that if she woke up, that I could explain she had done it herself while sleeping.
As I mentioned before, she had on open lace white panties that gave some view of her bush and provided a great hint of what else was hidden underneath. Her garter belt and stockings were visible and quite exciting to my teen-age eyes. So, I did what you would expect and took some more pictures and a short video.
My cock had become extremely hard and I knew I had lots of jack-off material. This was important because to-date, my hand had been my only source of sexual stimulation.
The next day my mother had me do it again although she was starting to feel better. In this instance, she wore her nightgown and hiked it up to expose the area to be rubbed but did a better job of limiting my access both for my hands and eyes. But that was okay because I already had some great pictures!
Her hamstring healed and life returned to normal other than my masturbation sessions being more intense and focused on my mother.
One late evening I was in my room on my computer watching the video of my mother and decided I need to get a drink from the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and as I came into the room I stopped because I saw that my mother was standing at the sink. Her back was too me but her nightgown was almost fully transparent because the moonlight was coming through the window. I couldn't see any panty lines which could only mean that she wasn't wearing any; which was not typical. Her nightgown just barely covered her ass.
I thought I saw her turn her head like she had heard me but then stopped and turned to look out the window again and she slowly bent forward a bit. That of course caused her nightgown to rise up and slowly the bottom part of her ass came into view. At the same time, she moved her right leg a bit to the side which allowed the first hint of a view of her pussy.
She stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity. I of course had a raging hard-on from watching the video and seeing her in the flesh made me even harder.
I don't know what came over me, but I moved over closely behind her and used my hand to slowly bend her over the sink more so that I could see and access her pussy. She said nothing.
With my target in sight, I undid the drawstring on my pajama bottoms and let them slide to the floor. I put my hands on her hips and begin to probe with my cock for her pussy.
After a few moments and with what seemed like an assist from my mother, I found the spot and slowly slid myself in. Initially, there was some resistance but gradually her pussy expanded. It was so hot and so wet and just fit me like a glove. I was having sexual intercourse for the first time and it felt so much better than my hand.
I proceeded to thrust in and out and within a minute exploded into my mother. I came and came and came. I had never had such an intense or long orgasm.
My mother continued to say nothing and remain where she was. I assumed I was in big trouble but at that time I had to admit it had been worth it.
I pulled out of her and put my pajama bottoms back on and went back to my room without ever having gotten my drink. But I had gotten something even better!
The next morning, I came down to breakfast with trepidation. My mother was fixing my breakfast at the stove. As I entered the room, she turned to me and said good morning.
I waited for her to talk about last night, but she never did -- at least directly.
What she did say was odd. As we were eating, she looked at me and said that she had been remiss in never talking to me about the "birds and the bees". She said she knew the school covered the topic for the most part, but there was one thing she wanted to emphasize. Her point was that practicing safe sex was the most important thing, particularly if you did not know if your partner was using birth control. She looked very intently at me while she was saying that as if it was a personal message.
I mumbled that they had told us that at school and that I understood. She then made me promise I would never have sex without a condom unless I knew the woman was on other birth control.
She then went on to say something unusual. Her comment was that it would be a whole lot better if a man wore a condom when they forced themselves on a woman. That way pregnancy couldn't complicate the situation.
During school, I couldn't focus at all as I pondered why she had told me what she had in the way that she had. The conclusion I kept coming to was that she wanted me to have a condom ready if I fucked her again as I had the night before.
Did that mean she expected me to do it to her again? Did it mean she was okay with it? Did it mean she actually wanted me to do it and I wasn't actually forcing her?
All good questions, but with unclear answers. I wondered how I would find out.
One idea came to mind. My mother had emphasized the use of condoms. On the way home, I went by the drugstore and purchased a large box of condoms. Kind of an embarrassing experience so I bought 20 other items to disguise what I had actually come to buy.