I am in love with my mom – 2

“I will, I will! I promise!” I said, now praying that no one would come in and ruin this moment for either one of us. If they did, it might not ever happen again.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she then said, unzipping the fly on her shorts now. I didn’t respond to that one, keeping quiet, letting her work through the rest of this now without any further help or coaxing from me. She stood up, now standing beside me, one eye towards the curtain, able to hear as well as see any unexpected arrivals movement, hopefully having a moment at least to cover herself as she took one of the blankets from the bottom of my bed, tossing it over the arm of the chair just in case.

There wouldn’t be time to pull up her shorts and fasten them again if anyone did come in, and she knew it. But perhaps enough time to sit down, using the blanket and pretend to be sleeping covering herself that way.

It was a nice surprise to discover she wore a thong instead of the more mature underpants I was half expecting to see.

“Wow!” I heard myself actually say as she allowed her shorts to fully open and slide partially down her thighs as she stood there facing towards me. She actually laughed at that.

“What? You expected your mother to be wearing Granny Panties or something?”

“No…not really, just not…a thong!” I openly admitted, feeling a renewed, surprised lurch of interest in my cock upon seeing them.

The one thing she didn’t do, was to remove the thong. Maybe that was a bit much to expect under the circumstances. But I did watch in abject fascination as she slid her hand down the front of the tight, tiny waistband, knowing full well where her fingers now were as she fingered herself, standing there in front of me, the material slowly bending, pressing against the knuckles of her hand.

“Please…let me see, let me see you,” I half begged, actually forcing myself to sit up a little, even an inch or two more against the pillow behind my head.

“Ok, ok…but lie still,” she cautioned me, breathless, her tone of voice dripping with lust, desire and whatever else I had never heard her speak before. She removed her hand, and instead used it to slip off to one side the majority of that tiny strip of material between her legs. I then saw the puffy outer lips of her pussy suddenly appear, her eyes wide, big around as saucers as she looked down towards me, gauging my reaction. I sighed, moaning pleasurably, feeling the lift of the sheet over my prick once again, directing her attention towards it. “Goodness!” she said simply, seeing the newly formed tent once again.

“Keep going!” I urged her. “Come for me.”

The wanton desire of my own tone of voice clearly told her that I was again as excited as she was. Her fingers now clearly slip inside that wondrous slit, the very place I had once come from so many years ago. She proved herself, fingering, teasing, and toying with her clit as she further spread herself, knowing full well as she did so that my face was now only inches away from her sex. As close as she was,

I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, adding to my own. Her clit was big as life, so hard, juicy and shiny as she took the essence of herself, using that to smear about the tiny firm little head of her woman prick, just as she had moments ago done to me.

“Closer,” I whispered, seeing her take a step. “Closer, please closer!” She took another step, and then another, half waddling towards me until she could go no further, come no closer. But it was enough. “Oh my god! Mike! What are you…” And then she came.

I had barely even touched her clit with my tongue, flicked it perhaps once, maybe three times, as she reached out, laying her hands upon the bed, and then upon me for support as she shook wildly, uncontrollably there standing next to the bed. Her low deep-throated moan squeezing out the pure unbridled ecstasy of her orgasmic pleasure, my tongue flicking against the surface of her clit wildly now as she climaxed, trying desperately to keep the sounds of her joy from going any farther than the curled up edge of her lips.

Seconds later she stepped away, still slightly wild eyed, collapsing down into her chair, her shorts still suspended around her thighs just above her knees. It was then that we both heard the door to my room open, a few seconds later, Nurse curious peeking around the curtain towards us. She’d had just enough time, the blanket thoroughly covering her, clear up to her neck as she sat feigning sleep, the nurse peeking in at us curiously. I placed my finger at my lips, looking at mom nodding my head in her direction. Nurse Smile, did so, whispering, nodding her head in return.

“Take these, they’ll help you to sleep,” she informed me, and then just as quietly, left the room.

But I had no doubt in my mind at least…I would once again sleep like a baby.

**

I was in the hospital for the better part of a week, recuperating. Though towards the end of that, released to finally go home far earlier than expected, the Doctor’s had proclaimed my rapid recovery as almost miraculous, under the circumstances. I contributed it to the now twice daily hand jobs and blowjobs I was being given by my mother. That…and not needing to take nearly as much pain medication now as I had been.

I’d enjoyed all the friends that had come to visit, in particular Stella and the twins, both of whom had whispered promises of naughty erotic enticements the moment I felt up to it after I got out. Something I would certainly have to think about. But the reality was, I was still going to be laid up in bed for a while, the necessity of moving back into my mother’s home at least temporarily, putting everything else on hold. If not…permanently the way I was looking at it.

Initially, coming home was a bit more awkward for us both as opposed to being in the hospital. There, nurses helped me do certain things I couldn’t entirely do all by myself. I hadn’t really given it much thought, after all they were nurses. But now home once again, it was up to mom to help bathe me, clean me up some when I needed help. Strangely enough, I felt like a kid again, a very young kid again, and entirely at her mercy most of the time.

The one thing that changed almost immediately, which at first really threw me, was the fact that mom came into my room just before bedtime, checked on me, ensured I took my medication, and then left me to sleep for the night. I had my cell phone close at hand, able to call her on hers if I needed anything, but I was a little surprised, and somewhat disappointed when the erotic intimacy we’d shared together at the hospital hadn’t continued at home.

“Home!” I thought to myself the second night after my return there. Maybe that was the problem. Now that we were home, mother was indeed looking at everything that had happened at the hospital as part of my recovering necessities. Now that we were here, perhaps she…was struggling with what it was we had done, and even perhaps thinking I might be as well. I decided to come right out and ask her about it first thing in the morning.

The fact was, I still couldn’t feed myself, my arms not as yet bendable enough in order to do so. That at least assured me that mom would soon come into my room and have to spend some time sitting next to me on the bed, feeding me by hand. It was an opportunity I wasn’t about to pass up either. And I used my situation, predicament as a ploy to instigate the conversation in the direction I intended it to go.

“Been a while since you’ve had to do this hasn’t it?” I said as mom sat next to me on the bed, spooning oatmeal into my mouth along with occasional sips of coffee, orange juice and bits of toast that she portioned off into nice easy to swallow bite-sized pieces. She laughed at that, the mood suddenly more relaxed again, the way it had been between us.

“Yes it has,” she told me. “And strangely enough…I’ve missed doing this, takes me back quite a ways,” she answered. “I don’t mind though…do you?”

“Not at all,” I said, speaking after swallowing another good-sized spoonful of the oatmeal. “Only one thing I wouldn’t mind doing again either,” I told her, watching for signs of her reaction. Obviously, she knew I was heading somewhere, though not quite sure yet where that was.