It's a long story so please bear with me
I'm Ian, 18 years old and always gagging for it. I never met my father as my mom fell in puppy love when she was 14 and had me soon after. Michael, my father soon disappeared and my mom along with my grandmother had to bring me up. Now my Grandmother's gone and my mom's a successful lawyer, having educated herself whilst bringing me up.
Mom and I have always been close and have always been touchy feely and full of physical love for each other. I got hugged to school, hugs when she returned from work, hugs for getting good grades and basically got hugged for being me. Along with the hugs came kisses on the cheeks and pats on the back. The thing is: Mom's innocent. I mean the world to her and generally I am the model son. High grades at school, play various sports, clean up around the house and am the perfect gentleman. Even though mom had me when she was so young, she does come from a traditional family and has very strict moral values. She dresses conservatively when she goes out but at home she like to wear what ever is comfortable, including very thin tee shirts in the hot summer through which her tits are practically visible.
Back to mom's innocence, she is just so trusting and still thinks that I'm a child. For example, last month when it was really hot, she slept in one of my old vests. It had a really low-neck line and through the sides you could see almost all of the side of her tits, as they were sleeveless. The vest was stretched and so she just slept in them and a sexy pair of black thongs. When I came downstairs for breakfast imagine the feast served out for my eyes. The fact that I was a man with manly needs didn't even enter her mind. I was her sweet innocent little boy and the fact that I was staring at her didn't make her think it was anything more than absent daydreaming. I watched her as she cooked on the stove with the sun entering through the window making a silhouette and defining her firm toned body.
She bent over to get things from the fridge and cupboards and even when she served me food at the table, giving me a perfect view of her naked tits and ass. She has perfectly tanned skin and a body like a porn actress. The whole time I was getting this show my dick was at full mast under the table. I regretted coming down in just my boxer shorts and a tee shirt. Luckily the boxers were cotton and stretched but it sure hurt and begged to be released. I could feel the pre cum had started to ooze by the time she sat down on the chair next to mine to join me for breakfast.
From the way she was sitting the vest had risen up and I could see her crouch thinly covered by the thongs. No mother with an 18 year old son should dress like that in front of him - that's why I said mom's innocent – she just doesn't know what she does to men around her – especially me.
Needless to say my hard on began to ache. Mom was incredible! I could hardly concentrate on food but had to maintain a sense of normality. Just then, the phone rings. Do I use this window of opportunity to make my escape or do I stay to be unintentionally teased?
Luckily, the phone rang just as I was finishing and so I had a window of opportunity to make my exit without revealing my tented underwear.
The following Friday was the last day of term. I arrived home late and contemplated what to do with my two weeks off. It was early spring and the sun was already making the days hot and required a shower in the afternoon just to cool down. I went into the family bathroom, slipped out of my clothes and admired myself in the mirror. I am fairly athletic and have a nice tanned slim body that I guess girls would find attractive.
As I progressed to shower I noticed a crack in the base unit. It was small but I suspected that as I moved on it, the applied pressure would release more and more water out of it. I wandered where it would go and made a mental note to self to check it out tomorrow morning – today I was going to relax. As the man of the house, I end up doing all the traditionally male things: bulb fitting, shelf fixing etc.
As I let me mind wonder to that morning with mom's vest my dick woke up. I applied copious amounts of shower gel on my hand as I proceeded to beat my meat. I felt guilty about fantasizing about mom but thought that as long as they remained fantasies and never did anything about it, it was ok. After about half an hour of yanking off, I was ready to explode. I positioned my rod to point down towards the plughole. As I was approaching the final stages of a glorious beating session, I heard a scream downstairs. It was obviously mom and I panicked for her safety. I shouted out to see if she was ok and to my relief she shouted back that she was. I turned off the water and jumped out of the shower.
Just then mom knocked on the bathroom door and asked me to stop the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. Mom's hair was slightly wet, as was her white blouse and black business jacket. She explained to me that there is a leak and that she was making tea in the kitchen, which is directly under the bathroom when the ceiling gave in a little. I rushed downstairs to have a look at the damage and was relieved to find that it was only a small patch of the covering of the ceiling and not the entire thing that had come down. I concluded that water must have built up in a small pocket in-between the wooden structural beams and gave finally gave in – just as mom was under it.
As I turned my attention back to the kitchen after staring and poking at its ceiling for 20 minutes, I noticed mom standing there. In my rush, I had failed to notice that mom's white blouse had become wet and her hair sexier. I also kicked myself for not noticing it when her blouse must have been translucent. Although slightly dry now, you could still see clearly her black bra that was struggling to keep her ample breasts caged.
Mom looked at me lovingly and walked up to me from where she was standing and gave me a hug. Apparently I had impressed her with my natural ability to lead and take control of a situation. I was still slightly wet and still only dressed in a bath towel. The hug awoke my dick but just as mom was parting. We starred at each other and then laughed at our predicament. Financially this would not be a burden. The insurance should cover it.
Mom then made her exit from the kitchen asking me as she walked towards the upstairs what I wanted to do this evening. I try and stay in on Fridays and spend time with mom and go out with friends on Saturday nights. I shouted back that we'll just grab a pizza and a movie or something as cooking in the kitchen is probably not hygienic until it's properly cleaned of all the shower water.
I realised that when I was inspecting the damage, water from the shower and dirt from the ceiling material must have fell on me. I needed another shower and the only other bathing place in the house was in mom's room. I ran upstairs and knocked on mom's door. There was a silence and then she opened the door.
"Mom, I'm still dirty, can I use your shower?"
Mom playfully argued that she got dirty first and that she should use the shower first and ran into the bathroom and closed the door but left it unlocked. I stood there with a massive hard on as I realised that for the first time in years, I was in her room as she was preparing to shower. I heard her tease me from behind the bathroom door that she won the fight to get into the shower.
I decided to use this time to my advantage and finish off the session I had started earlier. I went into my room and slid the towel around my waist so that I could position my dick out without having to disrobe. I sat on the bed and started to yank away. The picture of my mother in her transparent blouse came to mind. Only in my fantasy, the blouse was still wet, very wet. Before long I was again at the verge of exploding with ecstasy when I head mom shouting out that she had finished and wanted me to use her bathroom. The voice sounded as though it was nearing as she spoke. Realising that I had to shut the door entirely, I sprang to my feet and apparently just in time, as mom entered.
I must have looked flushed but she didn't say a word – again the innocence. She was a sigh. She had a towel wrapped around her that barely covered her breasts and hardly came far down as her pussy. I deducted that her bathrobe must have been in the wash or something. I realised my rod was tenting out of my towel and a false move would slip it into the open. Luckily she didn't notice a thing and just wandered back into her room as I followed.
As I followed her, I looked down and realised that my dick had indeed released itself and was poking out. With mom's sexy ass swaying from side to side in just a thin towel three feet away and me behind with my dick out in the open I felt naughty and guilty. I tucked junior back and adjusted the towel so the slit was to the side. The tenting only grew as I followed her so I decided to quickly overtake her as we walked through the door and run to the shower.
Once inside, all I wanted to do was to finish off beating my meat and get rid of this aching boner. I let the towel fall to the floor as I jumped into the shower. I could still smell her soap and shampoo and where ever else she uses to look and feel so good. I looked down and noticed a small piece of hair stuck to the side of the tub. On closer inspection I found it to be mom's pubic hair. Mom's pubes! Now I really was ready to burst. I put the tiny piece of hair to my nose and could only smell the perfumed soaps that it had come into contact with. Never the less it was enough to make my pole stand to a full attention. I proceeded to apply mom's luscious smelling soap to my body knowing full well that she would have run it all over hers. I made sure my pole got to know the soap intimately. I put the found pube to my nose with one hand and yanked at the mammoth hard on with the other.