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The remainder was divided among two other brothers. This worked well for all because he also maintained the barn, mowed grass as needed, and checked in on Grandma.

We all went up for the weekend and were to stay a few days into the week. I had been helping my dad all weekend doing odd jobs. On Monday Mom and Dad were going to take Grandma into town.

They had to arrange for some repairs to the water system. Shelly and I choose to stay at the farm. The small town had nothing of interest for youngsters anyway.

It was late June and days were already hot by the afternoon. Shelly and I had planned to go fishing down at a small pond out past the barn.

The pond was actually a dammed up creek where cattle watered during the driest times of the year. It was a picturesque setting. Mature birch trees lined the original creek bed.

There always seemed to be a breeze there. White pieces of bark often fell onto the surface of the pond, and sailed like little boats, until they ended up stuck on the banks.

There was a narrow path beginning just past the barn. I guess, the cattle had worn this route. We had to pass through a small field and a couple gates to reach the pond.

Shelly and I had gotten a late start. We stopped at the barn along the way. I needed to find a shovel to dig for worms. The barn was a maze of rooms on the ground floor.

The barn was still used a shelter for the cattle my great uncle kept. The barn bore the intense smell of manure and the musky odor of stored bedding and feed kept up in the lofts.

I located a suitable shovel and found a promising dig site back outside. Shelly was still nosing around in the barn, and must have been checking out the newest calves.

I finished my dig and had a reasonable supply of thick worms. As I headed back in to return the shovel I caught sight of Shelly over near the stalls.

Several cows were nursing their young. I asked if she was still interested in fishing or not. She immediately jumped down off the gates and headed over towards me.

Near the door we passed a large stripped animal blanket. It was hung over a stall rail. Just outside the door, she snapped it shaking off the dust.

She folded it a couple times and tucked it under her arm. I carried the poles, bait and a metal bucket and we headed off. Shelly led the way to the pond.

She was barefoot, which was her usual. She was wearing a red and white plaid sleeveless blouse. Somehow she had gotten out of the house wearing her favorite jean cut-offs.

Mom scowled each time she tried to wear them. They were an old pair of faded out denims Shelly had cut off herself.

Mom had been threatening to throw them out for some time. During the past year Shelly had matured. Her hips now had some curve to them and she had filled out more on top.

I was maybe ten feet back and was amused at her carefree gait. The loose tails of her blouse covered her butt, but the slightest breeze managed to give a guy a short glimpse of a very fine ass working against the stretched denim fabric of her shorts.

She was carrying her flip-flops by one finger over her shoulder. She spent most of the day, even around a barnyard area, barefoot.

Looking down I noticed she had already darkened the bottoms of both feet. The pond was maybe a hundred or so feet across at its widest point.

Grandpa had built a small table and bench near one bank. The grass was kept mowed back by my great uncle, and a worn path usually ringed the entire pond.

We dropped our stuff off on the table, and set about rigging our poles. We kind of split off and started sizing up the likely spots.

The farm was an ideal place to be as kids. Being so far out, no other people were around to bother us. There was a warm summer breeze blowing across the fields.

The pond itself was kind of in a little dip. Almost easy to miss unless you knew it was there. We were set, and began our individual effort to land the days catch.

I was probably maybe fifteen to twenty feet from Shelly. The only sound other than the wind was that of the crickets and grasshoppers as they sang from the surrounding weeds.

They would croak loudly, and make a dash for the safety of deeper water. I could hear Shelly snickering at this. She had chosen to stay put.

There was not much shade on the side where we were standing, so I continued working along the bank. I had gotten maybe thirty to forty feet from Shelly.

It was opened all the way down in the front. The flaps of her blouse caught in the breeze and exposed her right down to her belly button. She was standing in a sunny spot, and must have thought this would help her stay cool.

I was trying not to be real obvious as I continued to steal as many glances as possible. When Shelly reared back to cast, I could swear one breast became completely visible.

I continued working along the bank thinking maybe to get directly across from her. Hopefully, my stares would not seem so obvious.

After replacing my bait for the umpteenth time I stood up and cast out near some cattails by the dam. Of course I over-shot and had to fight to free my hook.

Finally free, I turned to look back to where Shelly had been standing. I scanned the bank and saw no trace of her.

The table on which we had laid our stuff was almost directly across from me. I could see her pole lying next to the bucket, and the blanket was gone.

Besides, I noticed her flip-flops still sitting on the table. I continued searching the far bank for a sign of where she had gone.

Just then a movement in some tall grass near a stand of birch trees caught my eye. I reeled in by hook and continued around the shorter route back.

As I neared the spot I caught sight of her lying down. She had spread out the blanket in the deep grass and was lying on her back.

As I came up on her I was sort of taken aback because she had taken off her shirt completely. She had it scrunched up under her head as a pillow. Her one hand covered her eyes from the direct rays of the sun.

She heard my approach and momentarily flipped her hand up. Sure that it was me, she covered her eyes again. After a bit she finally spoke up.

Shelly continued to lay there and made no effort to cover up or anything. It was only after I could pull my eyes from her breasts, that I noticed she had undone the top snap on her cutoffs too.

With the waistband loosen, and the zipper down a little, the white hem of her panties was clearly visible. She had even pushed them down low on her hips.

I guess this was her way of getting an "all-over" tan. I sat down next to her. Finally, prying my eyes from her boobs again I began watching her belly button as it rose with each breath.

The faintest trail of peach fuzz drew my gaze right down to the top edge of her underwear. I swear I could just make out the shadow of her pubic patch just below.

Shelly was like some golden goddess from ancient times. Her youthful figure splayed out in the warm sun. Her hair had lightened earlier in the summer.

Her total disregard for any shame was a further turn-on. Her breasts rolled atop her gently rising chest. The sun had warmed her skin.

She was the epitome of youthfulness and sex. Then, suddenly she placed a hand on my arm. She had taken her hand away from her eyes, and was looking directly at me now.

She lifted her butt, then knees and cleared her ankles in one swift movement, then tossed her bottoms aside still tangled together.

I just sat kind of stupidly at first. Shelly must have felt uneasy with me staring at her like this. She caught me behind my head and steered my head right into her crotch.

I was randy as hell, and immediately started using my tongue and nose to massage her sex. I know I had no clue as to what exactly I should be doing, but with Shelly gently guiding me, I must have been onto the right spots.

Shelly had been mumbling something softly almost to herself. Her hands were on either side of my head, gentle at first, then with a stronger urgency.

Somewhere during this she started moaning. All of a sudden she started bucking her pelvis against my face. I stayed just as her hands directed me, and let her cum.

The aroma of her sex was overwhelming. Luck was on my side. I encountered no police or any immovable objects.

I tottered to my bed and collapsed. Mom went to dinner with the women from the homeowners association. That usually meant a late night for her.

I vaguely recall hearing the titter of female voices, followed by a car door closing. My next recollection was the smell of gin and a warm body next to me.

I struggled out of my beer-induced coma to find my mom lying next to me. She was snuggled up spoon fashion, her large ass pressed against my crotch.

There was a certain amount of role reversal in this. When I was younger, thunder and lightning terrified me. My cries would bring mom to my room.

She would crawl in bed with me and let me snuggle to her warm pliant body. In this refuge, I would drift off to sleep. Lately, when mom was drinking, she would come in my room and get in bed with me.

I recall my mixed feelings about the practice. On one hand, there was the guilt when the closeness of my mother caused a painful erection.

On the other, there was the intimate closeness I felt. I would snuggle and let my cock settle between the cheeks of her panty-clad ass. Usually dad would realize where she was and come get her.

I recall his disapproving looks when he woke her up and took her to their room. Occasionally I caught scraps of arguments. The conversations contain words like "inappropriate", "suggestive", and "sick".

That time she was dressed, as usual, in panties and bra. She rarely wore a nightgown when she drank. I sat up and shook her.

She mumbled something incoherent. I glanced down into the valley of her cleavage. Her breasts heaved slowly as she slept in her drunken stupor.

I had two choices: I could leave her in my bed and sleep in their room or I could wake her and take her to their room. I chose the latter. Yes, I knew the better option was for me to go down the hall to their bedroom.

As I stood next to her, I could see the dark mass of her neatly trimmed bush through the sheer white panties. Her large pink nipples and dark areola were clearly visible through her matching bra.

My cock tented in my boxers as I stood over her. I had checked the laundry hamper many times. I would steal her fragrant panties and jack off in them.

A sheen of sweat covered her body, causing the thin material to be even more transparent. My eyes trailed down from her nipples to the pooch of her abdomen.

I continued gazing down to her panties. They had pulled into the crevice of her labia. The lips of her pussy were exposed.

The exposed gusset of her panties were wet. I shook myself out of my lecherous viewing of my drunken mom. I wrapped her arms around my neck, placed my arms around her waist, and stood, raising her to her feet.

Like a rag doll, she slumped over my shoulder. I shifted my arms to support her weight; my hands ended up wrapped around her ample ass.

Here I was at 18 with my semi-conscious mother slumped against my body. The object of my masturbatory fantasies lay helpless in my arms.

Sweat covered both of our bodies. My rigid cock poked out of my shorts. It smeared pre cum over her belly. For a moment, I stood transfixed, looking at the glistening wetness.

I let my hands traced the pear shaped mounds of her behind down to her thighs. Mom moaned and pressed her crotch into me.

Reflexively I squeezed her ass. Mom moaned and her arms tightened around my neck. I let my hand slide up the soft pliant mound of her ass to her waist.

I caressed her ass again as I ran my hands over her. Her breath was hot on my neck. I pushed her away. I looked down and saw the wetness of my pre cum coating her abdomen.

I shook myself to regain control. I noticed a strong pungent aroma that mixed with the smell of sweat. My head spun with lust. Mom was in heat! I was the male her primal need was trying to entice.

I turned so that mom was next to me. I wrapped one arm around my neck. I circled her waist with my other arm. As I walked her the short distance to their bedroom, she mumbled: I locked my arms under her breasts and pushed her toward the bathroom.

In this awkward position, my cock poked her in the ass, smearing my youthful pre cum in her crack. As I pushed her toward the toilet, she fell to her knees, pulling me with her.

I found myself on my knees with my johnson poised at her ass. I could see the glistening wetness of my pre cum on her butt.

Mom grunted and pushed back. That is when she began puking. Most of it went into the toilet but she did soil her bra and panties. I left her worshipping at the porcelain throne while I wet a towel.

When I turned around, she was slumped against the wall next to the toilet. Her chin lay on her chest; her mouth gaped with drool dribbling down one corner.

Her arms lay loosely, palms up at her side. Her legs were splayed open, the insubstantial material of her panties pressed tightly between her labia.

Streaks of gray peppered her thatch. The gusset of her panties were soaked and glistening with its wetness.

The acrid smell of vomit assaulted my nose as I wiped her face and upper chest. I paused to consider my next move. She needed to get out of these vomit stained clothes.

I realized that I would have to undress her! Looking back, it was a crucial turning point. She was no longer just my mother, but a naked vulnerable woman.

I made the mental shift to dominant male and protector. I reached behind her and undid her bra. Her sizeable breasts tumbled out. Her nipples were rigid.

They looked like hard pink erasers poking out from the soft mounds of her breasts. I could see the red creases on her shoulders where her bra straps struggled to contain their prize.

I tossed it in the sink for later rinsing. I reached behind her, hooked my fingers in the back of her panties. My eyes were glued to her crotch as I slid them down over her full hips, and well-shaped legs.

It was damp, her labia tightly closed with a puffy slit down the middle. An image of me emerging squalling through those succulent lips filled my mind.

I resisted the over powering urge to lean forward and kiss those moist inviting lips. She groaned loudly as I ran one finger down the dripping crevice of her labia.

I let my finger run back up, lightly touching the turgid pinkness of her engorged clit. She jerked as though a bolt of lightning had struck her.

Her legs trembled and shook. A whitish liquid oozed from her pussy and coated my fingers. I had just made my mother have an orgasm!

Her juices coated my hand. I held my hand up and watched the liquid slide down my fingers. It pooled briefly in the junction of my fingers.

The sound of my blood rushing through my veins thundered in my ears. I dropped to all fours. My breath was coming in short gasps.

My heart was trying pound its way out of my chest. Barely two feet away, the source of this intoxicating nectar, lay shiny wet and dripping.

I rocked back on my haunches. What in the fuck was happening to me!? This was my mother! An overwhelming lust, tinged with disgust shot through me. Mom was a full figured woman but not fat.

Today they would call her curvy. Her thighs were large but firm. Her breasts sagged generously on her chest. My mother lay naked, snoring loudly.

I began toweling off her body. I lingered over her breasts. I will never know where the courage came from, but I tweaked one nipple, then the other.

She tried to raise her head but it just slumped to the other side. I held each breast in my hands. I was surprised at their weight, the softness of the pliant flesh.

As I washed off sweat and traces of vomit, I lingered over her nipples. Her mouth formed a moue, her lips pantomiming sucking.

When they were clean, I sucked each nipple. I nibbled lightly at each one. Both of her hands found their way to her crotch and she humped them.

I was drenched in sweat. My heart pounded in my chest, hammering out the rhythm of my arousal. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears. I stood, turned on the water in the face bowl and rinsed the cloth.

I washed down her belly and over her sex. I rewet the towel and washed between her thighs. Her hips attempted to move up and press against the towel.

I pressed the towel hard between her legs and watched my drunken mother hump the towel.

I carried the poles, bait and a metal bucket and we headed off. Shelly led the way to the pond. She was barefoot, which was her usual.

She was wearing a red and white plaid sleeveless blouse. Somehow she had gotten out of the house wearing her favorite jean cut-offs.

Mom scowled each time she tried to wear them. They were an old pair of faded out denims Shelly had cut off herself. Mom had been threatening to throw them out for some time.

During the past year Shelly had matured. Her hips now had some curve to them and she had filled out more on top.

I was maybe ten feet back and was amused at her carefree gait. The loose tails of her blouse covered her butt, but the slightest breeze managed to give a guy a short glimpse of a very fine ass working against the stretched denim fabric of her shorts.

She was carrying her flip-flops by one finger over her shoulder. She spent most of the day, even around a barnyard area, barefoot.

Looking down I noticed she had already darkened the bottoms of both feet. The pond was maybe a hundred or so feet across at its widest point.

Grandpa had built a small table and bench near one bank. The grass was kept mowed back by my great uncle, and a worn path usually ringed the entire pond.

We dropped our stuff off on the table, and set about rigging our poles. We kind of split off and started sizing up the likely spots.

The farm was an ideal place to be as kids. Being so far out, no other people were around to bother us. There was a warm summer breeze blowing across the fields.

The pond itself was kind of in a little dip. Almost easy to miss unless you knew it was there. We were set, and began our individual effort to land the days catch.

I was probably maybe fifteen to twenty feet from Shelly. The only sound other than the wind was that of the crickets and grasshoppers as they sang from the surrounding weeds.

They would croak loudly, and make a dash for the safety of deeper water. I could hear Shelly snickering at this.

She had chosen to stay put. There was not much shade on the side where we were standing, so I continued working along the bank. I had gotten maybe thirty to forty feet from Shelly.

It was opened all the way down in the front. The flaps of her blouse caught in the breeze and exposed her right down to her belly button.

She was standing in a sunny spot, and must have thought this would help her stay cool. I was trying not to be real obvious as I continued to steal as many glances as possible.

When Shelly reared back to cast, I could swear one breast became completely visible. I continued working along the bank thinking maybe to get directly across from her.

Hopefully, my stares would not seem so obvious. After replacing my bait for the umpteenth time I stood up and cast out near some cattails by the dam.

Of course I over-shot and had to fight to free my hook. Finally free, I turned to look back to where Shelly had been standing.

I scanned the bank and saw no trace of her. The table on which we had laid our stuff was almost directly across from me. I could see her pole lying next to the bucket, and the blanket was gone.

Besides, I noticed her flip-flops still sitting on the table. I continued searching the far bank for a sign of where she had gone.

Just then a movement in some tall grass near a stand of birch trees caught my eye. I reeled in by hook and continued around the shorter route back.

As I neared the spot I caught sight of her lying down. She had spread out the blanket in the deep grass and was lying on her back.

As I came up on her I was sort of taken aback because she had taken off her shirt completely. She had it scrunched up under her head as a pillow. Her one hand covered her eyes from the direct rays of the sun.

She heard my approach and momentarily flipped her hand up. Sure that it was me, she covered her eyes again. After a bit she finally spoke up. Shelly continued to lay there and made no effort to cover up or anything.

It was only after I could pull my eyes from her breasts, that I noticed she had undone the top snap on her cutoffs too.

With the waistband loosen, and the zipper down a little, the white hem of her panties was clearly visible. She had even pushed them down low on her hips.

I guess this was her way of getting an "all-over" tan. I sat down next to her. Finally, prying my eyes from her boobs again I began watching her belly button as it rose with each breath.

The faintest trail of peach fuzz drew my gaze right down to the top edge of her underwear. I swear I could just make out the shadow of her pubic patch just below.

Shelly was like some golden goddess from ancient times. Her youthful figure splayed out in the warm sun.

Her hair had lightened earlier in the summer. Her total disregard for any shame was a further turn-on. Her breasts rolled atop her gently rising chest.

The sun had warmed her skin. She was the epitome of youthfulness and sex. Then, suddenly she placed a hand on my arm. She had taken her hand away from her eyes, and was looking directly at me now.

She lifted her butt, then knees and cleared her ankles in one swift movement, then tossed her bottoms aside still tangled together.

I just sat kind of stupidly at first. Shelly must have felt uneasy with me staring at her like this. She caught me behind my head and steered my head right into her crotch.

I was randy as hell, and immediately started using my tongue and nose to massage her sex. I know I had no clue as to what exactly I should be doing, but with Shelly gently guiding me, I must have been onto the right spots.

Shelly had been mumbling something softly almost to herself. Her hands were on either side of my head, gentle at first, then with a stronger urgency.

Somewhere during this she started moaning. All of a sudden she started bucking her pelvis against my face.

I stayed just as her hands directed me, and let her cum. The aroma of her sex was overwhelming. I was hoping this was not all she was going to let me do.

After a couple minutes she twitched a couple more times, and then sort of sat up on her elbows. I sort of worried about how I would get my stuff off with a raging hard-on inside.

But, I had my shoes off, slid down my shorts and briefs in an instant. My hard-on jutted out and bounced around. I squatted down across Shelly and presented myself to her.

She sat up completely now, and took my cock in her mouth. I was amazed at how soft her mouth was. I could feel everything her tongue was doing to my dick.

She worked magic on me for just a bit. I think she thought I might shoot off right away in her mouth, and she was probably right. I remember to this day looking down at the little freckles on her nose, my cock buried in her mouth.

So, I was not happy when she seemed to stop. She rolled away and reached for her shorts and panties. They were twisted together and she seemed to be trying to untangle them.

I was in a panic thinking this was it. She is getting dressed. Just then, Shelly pulled a small bit of folded paper from the front pocket of the cut-offs.

I was still confused, and wanted back in her mouth again. She ignored me, and continued unfolding the little scrap of paper.

I was puzzled for a moment until the last fold opened, and revealed a condom. This next part is sort of gross, but it happened as it did.

We were two young kids with no access to anything like condoms at our age or time. As it turns out, Shelly did have a great concern about getting pregnant.

Remember when I told about the "parties" Dad and Ray had been having with her. Dad had finally let Ray fuck Shelly as long as he wore a protection.

Shelly was always the one who cleaned up after the sex. She wiped up stains and laundered any soiled things. I guess at some point she began figuring she might need them again sometime.

She told me this all later on. Anyway, she began washing them out and drying them. She had hid several away in a secret spot. We were young kids and had to make do with what we had.

So this was it. Damm right, I did! There was a certain amount of role reversal in this. When I was younger, thunder and lightning terrified me.

My cries would bring mom to my room. She would crawl in bed with me and let me snuggle to her warm pliant body. In this refuge, I would drift off to sleep.

Lately, when mom was drinking, she would come in my room and get in bed with me. I recall my mixed feelings about the practice. On one hand, there was the guilt when the closeness of my mother caused a painful erection.

On the other, there was the intimate closeness I felt. I would snuggle and let my cock settle between the cheeks of her panty-clad ass. Usually dad would realize where she was and come get her.

I recall his disapproving looks when he woke her up and took her to their room. Occasionally I caught scraps of arguments.

The conversations contain words like "inappropriate", "suggestive", and "sick". That time she was dressed, as usual, in panties and bra.

She rarely wore a nightgown when she drank. I sat up and shook her. She mumbled something incoherent. I glanced down into the valley of her cleavage.

Her breasts heaved slowly as she slept in her drunken stupor. I had two choices: I could leave her in my bed and sleep in their room or I could wake her and take her to their room.

I chose the latter. Yes, I knew the better option was for me to go down the hall to their bedroom. As I stood next to her, I could see the dark mass of her neatly trimmed bush through the sheer white panties.

Her large pink nipples and dark areola were clearly visible through her matching bra. My cock tented in my boxers as I stood over her.

I had checked the laundry hamper many times. I would steal her fragrant panties and jack off in them. A sheen of sweat covered her body, causing the thin material to be even more transparent.

My eyes trailed down from her nipples to the pooch of her abdomen. I continued gazing down to her panties. They had pulled into the crevice of her labia.

The lips of her pussy were exposed. The exposed gusset of her panties were wet. I shook myself out of my lecherous viewing of my drunken mom.

I wrapped her arms around my neck, placed my arms around her waist, and stood, raising her to her feet. Like a rag doll, she slumped over my shoulder.

I shifted my arms to support her weight; my hands ended up wrapped around her ample ass. Here I was at 18 with my semi-conscious mother slumped against my body.

The object of my masturbatory fantasies lay helpless in my arms. Sweat covered both of our bodies. My rigid cock poked out of my shorts.

It smeared pre cum over her belly. For a moment, I stood transfixed, looking at the glistening wetness. I let my hands traced the pear shaped mounds of her behind down to her thighs.

Mom moaned and pressed her crotch into me. Reflexively I squeezed her ass. Mom moaned and her arms tightened around my neck.

I let my hand slide up the soft pliant mound of her ass to her waist. I caressed her ass again as I ran my hands over her. Her breath was hot on my neck.

I pushed her away. I looked down and saw the wetness of my pre cum coating her abdomen. I shook myself to regain control.

I noticed a strong pungent aroma that mixed with the smell of sweat. My head spun with lust. Mom was in heat! I was the male her primal need was trying to entice.

I turned so that mom was next to me. I wrapped one arm around my neck. I circled her waist with my other arm. As I walked her the short distance to their bedroom, she mumbled: I locked my arms under her breasts and pushed her toward the bathroom.

In this awkward position, my cock poked her in the ass, smearing my youthful pre cum in her crack. As I pushed her toward the toilet, she fell to her knees, pulling me with her.

I found myself on my knees with my johnson poised at her ass. I could see the glistening wetness of my pre cum on her butt. Mom grunted and pushed back.

That is when she began puking. Most of it went into the toilet but she did soil her bra and panties. I left her worshipping at the porcelain throne while I wet a towel.

When I turned around, she was slumped against the wall next to the toilet. Her chin lay on her chest; her mouth gaped with drool dribbling down one corner.

Her arms lay loosely, palms up at her side. Her legs were splayed open, the insubstantial material of her panties pressed tightly between her labia.

Streaks of gray peppered her thatch. The gusset of her panties were soaked and glistening with its wetness. The acrid smell of vomit assaulted my nose as I wiped her face and upper chest.

I paused to consider my next move. She needed to get out of these vomit stained clothes. I realized that I would have to undress her! Looking back, it was a crucial turning point.

She was no longer just my mother, but a naked vulnerable woman. I made the mental shift to dominant male and protector. I reached behind her and undid her bra.

Her sizeable breasts tumbled out. Her nipples were rigid. They looked like hard pink erasers poking out from the soft mounds of her breasts.

I could see the red creases on her shoulders where her bra straps struggled to contain their prize. I tossed it in the sink for later rinsing.

I reached behind her, hooked my fingers in the back of her panties. My eyes were glued to her crotch as I slid them down over her full hips, and well-shaped legs.

It was damp, her labia tightly closed with a puffy slit down the middle. An image of me emerging squalling through those succulent lips filled my mind.

I resisted the over powering urge to lean forward and kiss those moist inviting lips. She groaned loudly as I ran one finger down the dripping crevice of her labia.

I let my finger run back up, lightly touching the turgid pinkness of her engorged clit. She jerked as though a bolt of lightning had struck her.

Her legs trembled and shook. A whitish liquid oozed from her pussy and coated my fingers. I had just made my mother have an orgasm!

Her juices coated my hand. I held my hand up and watched the liquid slide down my fingers. It pooled briefly in the junction of my fingers.

The sound of my blood rushing through my veins thundered in my ears. I dropped to all fours. My breath was coming in short gasps.

My heart was trying pound its way out of my chest. Barely two feet away, the source of this intoxicating nectar, lay shiny wet and dripping. I rocked back on my haunches.

What in the fuck was happening to me!? This was my mother! An overwhelming lust, tinged with disgust shot through me. Mom was a full figured woman but not fat.

Today they would call her curvy. Her thighs were large but firm. Her breasts sagged generously on her chest. My mother lay naked, snoring loudly.

I began toweling off her body. I lingered over her breasts. I will never know where the courage came from, but I tweaked one nipple, then the other.

She tried to raise her head but it just slumped to the other side. I held each breast in my hands. I was surprised at their weight, the softness of the pliant flesh.

As I washed off sweat and traces of vomit, I lingered over her nipples. Her mouth formed a moue, her lips pantomiming sucking.

When they were clean, I sucked each nipple. I nibbled lightly at each one. Both of her hands found their way to her crotch and she humped them. I was drenched in sweat.

My heart pounded in my chest, hammering out the rhythm of my arousal. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears. I stood, turned on the water in the face bowl and rinsed the cloth.

I washed down her belly and over her sex. I rewet the towel and washed between her thighs. Her hips attempted to move up and press against the towel.

I pressed the towel hard between her legs and watched my drunken mother hump the towel. Her ass rose and fell rhythmically, her mouth lolling open.

Both of her hands covered mine, holding the towel tightly against her pussy. Her breathing became harsh. She began to moan. A low guttural scream came from her mouth as she pressed hard into the towel.

Again, I sat back on my haunches. I had just helped my mother cum. I looked down and found my hand was slowly stroking my rigid eight inches as I watched mom slide two fingers into her pussy.

My cock leaked pre-cum all over my hand.

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