I am in love with my mom

“I wish I could,” I responded. It wasn’t so much the pain really, though that didn’t help, but the still very obvious erection between my legs wasn’t going away, and had acted like a shot of adrenalin. I was wide awake, a bit more relaxed perhaps, but still very much wide awake. She took my response as being something else however, discomfort of course, but not the discomfort I had actually eluded to.

It was then that I felt something I would never have imagined, not in a million years. At first I thought she was leaving, my eyes opening as I felt her withdraw her hand from my face. There in the dim light, she crossed towards the door in my room, closing it, returning, pulling her chair over much closer to the bed before sitting down.

“Let me help you, close your eyes,” she told me. I did so, having no idea what to expect, and certainly not expecting what happened next. It was then that I felt her hand slide beneath the top sheet of the bed, seconds later the warmth and softness of it as it wrapped itself around my stiff turgid member. My eyes once again popped open, looking at her as she sat there, the warmth and love of her own in return, catching me by surprise.

“Close your eyes, relax,” she admonished me. Which I did, though every nerve ending in my entire body was suddenly alive as a wave of goosebumps coursed up and down my entire body. “Let me help you…the only way I know how,” she then added as her hand began to slowly fondle my prick, lovingly caressing it there beneath the sheet as she sat next to me, her words soothing, gentle, reassuring.

The touch of her hand as she stroked me there beneath the sheet soon had me drifting on a sea of bliss, exquisite was not powerful enough a word to describe the emotions, sensations I was experiencing. Enough so, that before long I knew I was rushing towards the inevitable, only then worrying, rather than enjoying the sweetness she’d been giving me. Once again I opened my eyes looking at her,

the unspoken concern of what was about to happen trying to find words, though she seemed to have already guessed them, answering in her own way. She pulled the sheet away, gazing at my rock hard cock for only the briefest of moments, then her head leaning over, her mouth surrounding my shaft sucking me.

I came.

I was after all twenty-two. I’d had and experienced a few blowjobs by now. But surprisingly, I had never before come into a woman’s mouth before. I couldn’t tell you why exactly I hadn’t. Some women I had been with simply made it known, they wouldn’t for whatever reason. One or two others had shared with me they had and enjoyed it, but then either circumstance of whatever, never brought that about. One other nearly did,

but then it was I who had at the last second removed it from her mouth, telling her I wanted to cum on her tits instead, which I did. So that one had been entirely my fault. I’d never experienced what it was like. Until now, with my very own mother.

**

It was late in the morning when I woke up, the sun was well up. I didn’t remember falling asleep, though I obviously had. But what I did remember, quite distinctly just before then, was the incredible mind-blowing orgasm I’d experienced just before I had literally passed out. I opened my eyes, just in time to see Nurse Irritable walk into my room. For the first time she actually smiled at me.

“You must be doing better,” she said, walking over to hand me some pills and a small plastic cup of water. “You made it through the night without the need for more pain meds,” she then added.

I could feel the pain now however, my leg and arms aching horribly, though even I had to admit, not nearly as much as they had been. Even so, I gratefully swallowed the pills, looking around for mom though she wasn’t in the room. Noticing I did, the nurse answered my question without it being asked.

“Your mother told me to tell you she’ll be back late this afternoon,” she explained. “And she also told me to tell you that you should try and get some more sleep, if you can.”

I did so, closing my eyes, not opening them again until I heard the sound of her voice later on that afternoon, waking me.

“Mike? Are you awake?”

I opened my eyes, smiling as I saw mom standing over me, the touch of her hand as she swept the hair out of my eyes. She smiled back, but then spoke, worried lines coming into her face as she did so.

“About last night…”

“Yes, thank you,” I told her. “You have no idea how much that helped me to sleep,” I told her, heading her off as I knew damn well where she’d intended on going with this. I’d already had this conversation with her, well ahead of time, speaking both roles, arguing both sides, and then surprisingly, coming to terms with it for both of us. I made some motion with the heavy lead weights of the casts on my arms, lifting them just barely, unable to bend either one of them, ensuring she saw that. “Remember that talk we had years ago?” I then asked.

She laughed, smiling. “Which one?” She was right, we had had so many.

“That time when you caught me masturbating, and then told me how it was a normal, natural thing to do.”

“Yes…I remember,” she said, actually blushing, though I am sure part of that was due to the recent intimate encounter we’d just had.