Dual Healing
A mother helps her son after an accident.
Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, mistakes, and bad grammar at times.

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I'd been riding a motorcycle since the first day I could obtain my licence before it happened. Four years without a single incident ended in an instant. I'd always been a careful rider as the chances of being killed on a motorcycle were far higher than when driving a car. And considering the number of ignorant drivers, wrapped up in their own little world that they barely consider other cars, let alone motorcycle riders, that I was thankful I'd lasted as long as I did until my first accident.

I was out with a couple of friends, just cruising around as it was a lovely day. I never rode without a helmet, leathers, gloves and boots. I'd only been in possession of my new bike for a few months. It wasn't new when I bought it, but it didn't have many kilometres on the dial when I handed over a couple of thousand dollars. Sure, it was sleek and fast, and if I wanted to crank it, I'd easily be doing two hundred with ease.

The throttle was only twisted on empty straight pieces of road without any traffic about. If I came off in moments like that, it would be my fault only.

We'd been out for a ride in the morning and were heading to a pub where we'd frequently eat lunch. We never drank while riding considering how dangerous motorcycle riding already could be. It was while cruising around in the afternoon that it happened. Due to the nature of the accident, I don't exactly remember every detail but from the vague memories I do have, and from what my friends told me, I was cruising through an intersection when a car made to turn into a side street.

No chance of stopping in time. I had always been told to be aware of my surroundings, particularly of idiot drivers not taking care of others on the road. Hitting the other car without barely touching the brake, I'd been sent flying off my bike, over the bonnet of the car, and hit the tarmac with a sickening crunch. Despite all the safety gear, particularly my helmet, I was knocked out from the force of the impact, only coming to when I was being attended to by paramedics.

And the pain was immediately overwhelming. One of the paramedics gave me something for it while the other explained what happened. Knocking me out to ease me through the pain, I didn't wake up again until I was in hospital. I opened my eyes to find my parents standing over me, Dad looking at me rather blankly, probably blaming me for the crash in his mind, Mum with wet cheeks from crying. My little sister was doing her best to appear like her usual teenage self, not caring about anything but I met her eyes, and I knew she'd been crying too.

"Mum," I whispered, her eyes immediately meeting mine. She melted immediately, leaning over to cover my face in kisses.

"Oh baby, we were so worried!" she cried softly.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"All your friends called, so did the hospital."

I could see she was desperate to hug me, but I could feel the pain in both my arms and legs. All over my body, to be honest. Pushing the call button for me once I groaned, a nurse arrived rather quickly, noticed I was awake and smiled, stating she'd get the doctor.

He arrived a few minutes later and, after performing a quick examination, explained what happened to me. Two broken wrists as I'd my hands out when I was landing on the ground. Fracture of the right forearm. Broken left elbow. Fractured right shoulder and collarbone. Plenty of scratches and bruises. Thankfully, my legs were fine, just banged up from rolling when I hit the ground.

"What about my bike?" I wondered, "I know it was used but I still spent money on it."

My dad laughed, shaking his head at the fact I cared about that instead of myself. "It's a bit broken, baby," Mum replied, "But your focus should be on getting better."

The doctor then explained I'll have casts on both arms and that my mobility would be restricted for a couple of months, and after that, I'd likely have a few months of therapy. It was only a first assessment, and I'd be in hospital for a few days as I needed a little surgery.

I didn't see my father again, and my little sister only popped in occasionally, but Mum was visiting me twice a day. She'd worried since the day I'd bought my first motorcycle and obtained my learner's licence. I'd always been a safe rider, and the accident hadn't been my fault, but I figured the chance of me getting back on a bike anytime soon would be slim.

The only concern was that although I still lived at home, I'd recently turned twenty years old and lived somewhat independently. The only thing I didn't do for myself at home was cook my own meals, as Mum insisted that my buying groceries and cooking my own meals was silly when I already paid my parents rent. I had been looking at moving out, but considering that rental prices were skyrocketing, and getting a mortgage was almost impossible, Mum insisted I remain at home and just pay them rent, while my father probably wanted me out rather than have me around, but I knew the old man liked having me around, particularly as I took over mowing the lawns and other things around the house.

Mum was happy the day I was finally allowed out of hospital. I was grateful to leave though I knew my life wasn't going to be easy for the next few months. It was bad enough to rely on my mother pretty much having to be my nurse, and it was rather embarrassing at times. Had to have baths instead of showers, and due to restricted mobility, I had to rely on someone to wash me.

To keep my modesty, I did slide on a pair of swimming shorts as I didn't particularly want my mother to see my cock. What didn't help is that I'd been single for a few months, so feeling my mother's soft hands caressing my body whenever she soaped me up didn't help me when it came to the feeling of feeling rather single. Mum would always be happy and smiling, talking casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She knew I was a little uncomfortable at times so did all she could to help keep me relaxed.

There was one major problem looming which I knew was going to cause even more awkwardness.

I was a twenty-year-old man. I'd been enjoying sex for a few years by now, either with a girlfriend or I'd happily enjoy casual sex with a couple of girls who were close friends with additional benefits. I rarely went twenty-four hours without enjoying a couple of orgasms, whether of the self-induced variety or with someone else. While I was in hospital, my libido was shot to pieces. But since returning home, I was starting to get more and more frustrated with the fact I couldn't take care of myself at all, and without a girlfriend who might be willing to do it for me...

Mum seemed to sense my increasing frustration with each day. I was stuck at home as going out by myself was impossible. I was missing my friends, as though they did visit occasionally, they were busy with work and their own lives, and they would much prefer going out than hanging with me at home with my parents and sister. All in all, I was feeling isolated, horny and annoyed by everything.

And none of it was my fault, which to be honest, just made me angry at my situation. I tried not to wallow in self-pity, but it's difficult when you've been injured, and it simply isn't your fault.

We were sitting down for dinner as a family one night when I must have snapped more than once. It was embarrassing that I couldn't even cut up my own meal, my mother had to do it for me. She never stopped smiling at me, I think taking joy in looking after her little boy again, but when I snapped once too often, her smile faded as she started to look upset.

And that just made me feel awful, so to escape the situation, I just stood up and walked back to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me as I felt guilty about snapping at the one woman I knew would always happily look after and care for me. And snapping at her just because I was too horny but couldn't do anything made me feel even worse.

There was a light knock at the door within a few minutes, calling whoever it was to open up. Mum appeared through the doorway, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a dress like she always did when at home, as she was working half-days at work to make sure she was around to look after me. Another reason to feel guilty about taking my frustrations out on her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, her blue eyes looked into mine, pushing the thin black frames of her glasses higher on her nose, brunette hair tied back in a ponytail. Unlike many women in their early forties, she hadn't made the decision to cut off all her hair just yet.

"What's the matter, baby?" she asked, resting a hand on my knee.

"Sorry for snapping, Mum. I'm not even sure what I was going on about."

"You're obviously frustrated, Tom. Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't, Mum. It's embarrassing and not something I can talk to you about."

She smiled, squeezing my knee affectionately. "Tom, you can tell your mother anything. You know that. We've never been embarrassed talking about anything, no matter how private it is."

I met her eyes, and her face broke out into a smile. That helped me relax though I took a couple of deep breaths. How do I admit to my mother that I was desperate for an orgasm? I shuffled around, feeling a little uncomfortable in regard to what I was about to admit. I mostly worried about her reaction. Mum knew I was sexually active. She'd met three of my previous girlfriends. She'd been disappointed when I split up with my previous one.

"Okay, so... um..." I sighed. "Mum, this is awkward."

"Take your time, baby."

Taking another deep breath, I did my best not to look away too often. "I haven't had sex since breaking up with Melissa," I admitted, "So that means I usually take care of myself."

"So you masturbate." I felt my cheeks growing warm at how casually my mother mentioned that word. "Think you're the only one who masturbates, sweetie?"

"Huh?"

She chuckled at my dumbfounded expression. "I'll make this either easier or more awkward for you, Tom. Everyone masturbates, as I'm sure you're aware. Everyone." She made sure she was smiling as she looked into my eyes. "I'm guessing that's why you've been a grumpy bear around the house lately?"

I groaned as I rested my head back against the wall. "Fine, I'm grumpy because I really need to jerk off, Mum. When I'm single, I'm probably jerking off at least three times a day. I wake up and jack off. I usually jack off when I'm lying back in bed at night. And I'll try and fit another one in during the day somewhere. Hell, even with a girlfriend, I'll still find time to rub one out a couple of times a day."

"Well, you're a twenty-year-old man with a healthy sex drive, sweetie. Masturbating is something I'd expect you to do."

"I haven't done it since before my accident... And now I can't do it as I can't grip my... um..."

"Penis? Cock? Dick?"

Chuckling, I shook my head but smiled at how casual she was being. "Yeah, I obviously can't grip myself, and I've been doing anything I can to prevent being aroused, but... well... I'm finding it's not working and..."

"I haven't missed the fact you're hard when I'm washing you, Tom. To be honest, I was rather touched by the thought that my son was aroused by me."

"You were?"

She shrugged before moving to sit next to me against the wall. My bed was just a couple of mattresses, no headboard or anything. "Look, your father is a decade older than me, and his sex drive disappeared as soon as he passed forty. He barely touches me anymore."

"Oh..."

"Probably more information than you need to know, but when I noticed your arousal when I first bathed you... It made me feel better. I know it's not just me. I'm sure the soft touch of any woman would make you hard."

"This is weird, Mum..."

"I know, baby. But I don't like seeing you frustrated, and though I understand why you snapped at me, I don't like that either. That's because our relationship has always been so close, I don't want anything to push us apart."

"What do I do, Mum? Because I don't think I can take this much longer. It's so bad, my balls are starting to hurt from the fact I really need to orgasm."

"I'll help you," she stated bluntly.

"What?" I almost shouted, staring at her in surprise.

She met my eyes and smiled lovingly at me. "You're my son and I'll help you."

"You're serious?" I asked, completely dumbfounded, "I mean, I thought you'd hire an escort to jack me off or something."

"Oh please, you think I'm going to let some strange woman in our house and pay her each time just to stroke your cock. And I'm definitely not going to sit back and have some strange women do even more with my son. No, we're both adults here, Tom, and we can sort this issue out together." She paused before adding, "I mean, if your sister was a little older..."

"What?" I asked, voice going up an octave.

"Please, Tom, your little sister worships the ground you walk on. If she was a little older, I bet she'd leap at the chance to take care of her big brother. She might feign being completely disinterested in everything around her, like any teenager her age, but I see how she looks at you. No, it's nothing weird, it's just the look of a young woman who has a little crush on the man who has had the most influence on her life so far."

"Not Dad?"

"God no. Look, I still love your father, but let's be honest, he's a bit of a wet blanket nowadays. Spends most of his time at work or out with his friends either golfing, fishing or whatever else they decide to do. The one thing I'm confident none of them is having is an affair. Your father has no interest in sex at all nowadays, and frankly, he's not smart enough to get away with it, and let's be honest, I don't see many women falling over themselves to get him into bed."

"Are you not frustrated, Mum?"

She leaned in closer. "That's why I spend a lot of time masturbating too, baby." I met her eyes again before she kissed my cheek. "The one thing I won't do is have this happen behind my husband's back. I'm sure from what I've just said that I sound unhappy."

"Are you unhappy?"

I was surprised when she cuddled into me. "I have my little boy and my little girl still at home with me. I have my job and friends of my own. My marriage could be better, but let's be honest, while I still love the man, those early passionate days have long disappeared. We're just comfortable and that's enough for the time being."

"So you're serious about this, Mum?"

"I am. Let me speak to your father tonight and I'll let you know tomorrow when I'm home from work."

"Sorry for snapping, Mum. It's why I walked away as I felt so guilty for doing it."

"Get up and let me hug you."

She stood about five-four to my six-one. Feeling her hugging me tightly, I near enough started crying. The love she'd always shown me was almost overwhelming at times. With her head resting against my chest, I could only hold her with one arm, my other arm allowing some movement but not enough to give her a tight hug.

"Are you hard, baby?" she whispered.

"Can't help it, Mum."

"I'll make sure your father agrees," she said softly, "I need to give my little boy some relief. I hate to hear you're so frustrated." Leaning back, she dazzled me with that smile I often saw. "Makes me feel better about myself, you know? A twenty-year-old man can get hard for a forty-year-old woman. Even if that woman is his mother."

I managed to get to sleep that night though only after my mind dealt with the idea that my mother had offered to jerk me off. I knew it wouldn't be anything more than that. Though my mother loved me, I knew it would be mechanical, not romantic, just a way for my mother to relieve my stress. Waking up in the morning, I almost leapt off my bed when I noticed my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing her dressing gown.

"Morning, baby."

"Morning, Mum."

"I'll tell you straight away, Tom. Your father didn't seem to care. I explained your frustrations and what I'd offered to do for you. He shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't care what I did to help you."

"Oh... Seriously?"

"Yes, baby. But I'm still a married woman and you're still my son. I've got a cloth with me to help clean you up. Do you use lube to masturbate?"

"Um, yeah. Bottom drawer, Mum. Er, you'll see other things in there."

I heard her giggle as she grabbed the lube but would have noticed some other paraphernalia. I'd always experimented with ex-girlfriends. Pulling the sheets back, the tent in my boxer-briefs was obvious. Mum smiled lovingly again as she helped lower them down, my cock springing free. I smiled when she gasped.

"Oh my..." she whispered.

"What?"

Her cheeks were red when she glanced at me. "Baby... um... I'll share a secret. You're bigger than your father, and... I've never seen one this big in my life. At least not one that wasn't in porn."

"Thanks, Mum," I whispered.

She took a deep breath. "Tom..." I met her eyes. "This is only for relief, okay?" Managing to nod, she took a deep breath of her own. "But I remember what you said, so this is what I will do. Every morning, I'll come in and make you cum before we have breakfast. At night, before I go to bed, I'll come in and help you cum. Two times a day, I will guarantee you an orgasm. If you need any more, I may help you out, but I don't want you taking advantage of me."

"Mum, I never..."

"Just making sure you understand, baby. Now I need you to close your eyes, at least the first few times. I'm doing my best to appear confident here, but it's awkward for me too. But you're my son, I love you, and I know you're both in pain and frustrated."

Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to relax though couldn't help the soft moan when I felt Mum apply lube to my cock. Feeling her soft fingers wrap around my shaft, I almost whimpered as it had been far too long since my cock had been touched. I knew I was going to cum within a couple of minutes. When she slowly started to stroke me, she didn't say a word. Barely heard her breathing, to be honest. As for myself, my imagination was already in overdrive.

"Oh god," I groaned within a couple of minutes.

To be honest, if my mother had started to talk dirty, I would have erupted and kept on erupting. I tried to move too much, just relying on her hand stroking my cock. At least she knew what she was doing, just the right tempo, holding me tight enough that it wasn't a death grip. It was the best handjob of my life.

"Gonna cum!" I shouted, Mum pumping me a little faster, and then I was shooting, feeling rope after rope of cum land on my chest. Once I stopped erupting, Mum gave my cock a few gentle squeezes before removing her hand, only opening my eyes when I felt the damp cloth applied to my chest.

"Thank you for not saying too much, Tom," she whispered, her cheeks bright red.

"Thank you, Mum," I whispered back.

"It's okay. I know you feel better now. You'll have to control yourself until tonight. I'm... I'm a little weirded out right now. I've just done something no mother should do for her son." But I was relieved when her other hand caressed my cheek. "But I did it because I love you."

"Love you too, Mum."

"Good. I'll start getting your breakfast ready before I have to get dressed for work."

Joining Mum for breakfast, I did my best to keep my face blank. Dad didn't seem to have a clue while my sister had her headphones on her ears and was busy on her phone. But when she did look at me, she'd return a slight smile. What surprised me was that she hugged me before leaving for school that day. She'd stopped hugging me ages ago, I assumed feeling awkward when she started going through puberty.
"I suggested she start giving her brother some affection again," Mum told me before leaving for work, "And she had absolutely no problem. She thought you were the one to cut her off."

"I had no idea."

"She misses how close you used to be." Kissing my cheek, she added, "I've left some lunch in the fridge, but I'll be home mid-afternoon as always."

"See you soon, Mum."

"Love you, baby. Be good."

I snorted. What the hell was I going to do otherwise? I could just about handle the remote control for the television. I couldn't even play on my gaming console, and even using a laptop was nearly impossible. So like every day, I zoned out watching television, thankful we had access to subscription services, ending up watching boxsets of shows to keep me occupied.

Mum arrived home at around 3pm to find me bored out of my brain, like every day she'd arrived home. Making me a mug of coffee, and herself a mug of tea, she sat next to me on the couch, kicking off her heels and curling her legs, her skirt moving up over her knees. My mother had fantastic legs.

"How do you feel about this morning, baby?" she finally asked.

"Mum... Can I be honest?"

"Of course."

"Best handjob of my life."

Mum's smile lit up the room. "Thank you, baby. I was so worried you wouldn't get any pleasure."

"It was fantastic, Mum. Thank you."

Kissing my cheek, she happily sat with me for a couple of hours, my sister arriving home and heading straight for her room to study, Mum eventually getting up to make a start on dinner. The one good thing about our family is that we still ate our evening meal together, Dad usually arrived home a few minutes before Mum started serving up.

Just because I was carrying injuries didn't mean I wasn't washing every day. This time was different though. After I undressed, Mum sitting on the edge of the tub in her usual t-shirt and shorts, she gestured to my underwear. "You can take them off now, Tom. After what we did this morning..."

Dropping my underwear, my cock rose to full hardness within a few seconds, and I noticed the very quick look of lust pass over my mother. I knew she couldn't help it herself. Son or not, I was still a young man sporting a hard cock in front of her. Helping me into the tub, I sat down as she poured body wash over me as always, feeling her soft hands running up and down my body.

"You've always looked after yourself, Tom," she said softly, "Even when you were a teenager, you were always confident in yourself and with your body."

"Well, Dad was an inspiration."

Her hands stopped moving. "He was? How?" she wondered, hearing the confusion in her voice.

"Well, he has a gorgeous wife yet he's sporting a beer belly, doesn't seem to care about his appearance, and he has no idea how lucky he is."

Mum started moving her hands again, but I could sense her smiling. "He did care when we were dating, but as soon as I had Hayley... Well, he just stopped caring and... I hate talking badly of my husband. He still loves me in his own way."

She moved to the other end of the tub to wash my lower body, and I gasped as her hands moved closer and closer to my cock. "Mum..."

"I've washed it every time before, baby," she said softly.

I couldn't help groaning when she soaped up my cock and balls. She had done it every evening before, but it had always been quick, and I hadn't thought about it. Mum was simply washing me. After what we'd done that morning, my feelings about it had obviously changed.

Getting out of the bath, Mum dried me off before heading to my bedroom. Before leaving, she told me that she'd be in that evening to provide more relief. I'll admit I was lying back rather excited that evening. My handjob that morning had been fantastic, and I was rather eager to cum again. I kept my face blank when Mum appeared in the same dressing gown. I could understand why she kept herself covered up, not wanting to be too arousing in my presence. The whole closing-the-eyes thing was probably out of hope that I was thinking of someone else.

Mum pulled down my underwear and asked me to close my eyes again. I groaned when feeling her hand around my cock. "You can make some noise, baby," she stated, "I don't know if you're a quiet masturbator or not, but if you need to moan, it's okay."

"Thanks, Mum," I whispered.

Mum remained silent again though I allowed myself a few moans and tried to remain mostly still. Didn't want to start pumping her hand or anything. Whether she was enjoying it or not, I didn't know. I dared not open my eyes as I wasn't sure I wanted to see her face. I did last a little longer this time though my orgasm felt just as good.

After wiping me down with a cloth again, Mum leaned forward to kiss my cheek, kissing her back. "Sleep tight, baby. I'll be here first thing in the morning again."

"Mum?" I waited until she met my eyes. "Thank you. I'm sure you know how much this means..."

Caressing my cheek, she kissed my forehead. "I do this because I love you, Tom. Get some sleep for now."

"I'll sleep like the dead, Mum. Feeling rather relieved right now."

"Good to know, baby. Goodnight."

"Night, Mum."

I slept like a log, despite being rather uncomfortable lying on my back though I had got used to sleeping in that position during the previous few weeks. Mum woke me the next morning with a soft kiss on the cheek, still wearing her dressing gown. And so it went for that first week, Mum asking me to close my eyes as she stroked my cock in the morning and in the evening.

On Wednesday afternoon, I was feeling horny for some reason. All I had to do was look at Mum and she laughed, leading me to my bedroom, having me lie back and she was happy to stroke me off to another orgasm. I didn't try my luck again on Thursday. On Friday night, my father disappeared, and it was the first time I really took notice of the relationship between my parents, having been far too self-involved with my own life.

Mum obviously wasn't happy. Asking if she wanted to enjoy a drink with me, I couldn't have alcohol as I was still taking some pretty heavy medication, but Mum was happy to cuddle with me on the couch. Well, she cuddled into me, sipping at her wine. I was surprised to smell the perfume she was wearing, as it was fantastic, and I'll admit it aroused me. Mum didn't miss the erection that formed in my shorts.

"We can start early tonight, if you'd like," she whispered.

"Okay."

Leading me to my bedroom, my mother turned on the lamp next to my bed as I lay down. For the first time, she didn't just sit on the edge of the bed and lean slightly to stroke my cock. She sat up on the bed between my legs. Nothing else sexual though she was dressed in the clothes she normally wore about the house. The t-shirt was slightly tight to her D-cup breasts, aware of her cup size as I did help out with laundry. Her shorts were to mid-thigh but still modest.

Closing my eyes, I sighed when Mum started to slowly stroke my cock as I was already enjoying the feeling of her hand on my cock far too much. What I recognised this time was the fact she was really taking her time. I wouldn't say she hurried me every time before, but it was obviously still a little awkward for us both so she did get it over with as quickly as possible while still giving me adequate relief. This time, Mum was really taking her time stroking me.

"That's nice," I murmured, moving my hips slightly. Mum still remained silent but when her other hand started to stroke my thigh before moving up to my stomach, it did make me smile. "Good... Really good..."

I think she even teased me, bringing me to the boil a couple of times before she backed off. The second time, I opened my eyes to see her grinning at me somewhat impishly. "You get a treat tonight, baby," she explained, "I know it's been... mechanical every other time."

"Thanks, Mum."

"Close your eyes, baby. I... I can't have you watching me do this just yet."

"Mum... I love you..."

She was silent for a few seconds. "I love you too, baby," she whispered.

When I did finally cum, I couldn't help groaning ever so loud. Mum kept pumping my cock for quite a while after I was empty, opening my eyes in time to see her still stroking my cock, which was rock hard. Noticing I was looking at her, she stopped moving her hand and started to blush. "You're still so hard," she said softly.

"I'm a horny young man, Mum."

That eased the tension as she burst into laughter. "I'll clean you up and... If you're ready again in a couple of hours..."

"What about Dad?"

"You know he'll come home drunk and just pass out in bed, Tom." She checked her watched. "It's 9pm now. I'll come back at 11pm if you feel the need to cum again."

"Mum... You realise I'm never going to say no, right?"

"I know... It's still... You're not weirded out at all?"

"No, Mum. If anything, I think this will bring us closer together."

She slid off the bed and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "I'm glad you're feeling better, baby. I'll be back soon though you can always join me in the living room again."

Only sliding on a pair of shorts, as I could just about manage to dress myself sometimes, I joined her in the living room, Mum immediately snuggled into me, resting a hand on my bare chest. Hayley did wander out of her bedroom from time to time, giving us a funny look. It probably did look weird, our mother cuddling up to me, though considering I was badly injured, I would assume she just put it down to a mother's natural concern.

"You okay, Hayley?" I asked.

Watching her adorable face light up at such a simple question made me smile. She was now sixteen years old but, in many ways, had retained that innocence of youth compared to most of her contemporaries, who were all far too eager to be adults. "I'm fine, Tom," she replied, immediately coming over to sit next to me, "I'm just really busy with studies and then adding part-time work... I barely have time for my friends sometimes."

"Just don't burn yourself out. I didn't go to university, but I know you want to. What matters most is your studies."

"Listen to your brother," Mum added, "It's a good thing his place of work is so understanding."

"Helps that my boss was one of the others riding with me that day. He knows I'm definitely not faking it."

"Are you okay, Tom? I've been so busy..."

"I'm fine, Hayley. Just come and keep your bored brother company sometimes and that'll make me happier."

Kissing my cheek, she promised to do just that before wishing us goodnight, watching her practically skip down the hallway. Mum gave me a look and started to chuckle. "I swear, Tom, you give that girl five minutes of attention and she's on cloud nine. For a long time, you were her entire world. In a way, you still are."

"Does she have a boyfriend? That's one place I don't want to overstep my place."

"I'm aware her friend group is a real mix of boys and girls. Whether she's dating one of them, she hasn't mentioned it."

"Hmmm..."

Mum eventually turned off the television once she received a message from my father, stating he'd be home later as he was playing pool and drinking with friends. Leading me towards my bedroom, she told me to wait on the bed. I didn't expect her to return with a much smaller robe, keeping it tightly tied but her gorgeous legs were now completely on display.

Lifting herself up onto the bed, she smiled down at me as she slowly pulled down my underwear. "You do have such a lovely big cock, Tom," she whispered before I noticed her immediately blush, "And I shouldn't be saying that about my son. Sorry..."

"It's okay, Mum. Doing this... It means so much to me."

"To me too, baby."

She teased me again. I have no idea how long she actually stroked me, but I reckoned on it being at least twenty minutes. I was left wondering if she was aroused while stroking off her son. With my eyes closed, the only person I now thought about was my mother, imagining all the other things we could possibly do together.

I'd always been much closer to my mother than my father. He'd stopped showing an interest in me once it was obvious that I did enjoy spending time with my mother. She was my cheerleader in many ways, supporting me in anything I wanted to do. Dad wanted to take me golfing. Wasn't really interested. Fishing? How boring. With no common interest otherwise, we quickly drifted apart, my sister definitely had no interest in his hobbies, and he made no effort to show an interest in hers.

"Mum," I moaned as she slowly stroked me. I tried not to use her title, but it was growing difficult not to mention the fact, "Far too good, Mum..."

She'd never said a word until, "I'm glad it feels good, baby." Her voice was so soft and loving, soothing to my ears and I couldn't help smiling. When my body started to move on its own, that's when the speed of her hand increased.

"Oh god," I groaned, feeling my orgasm getting close, "Oh fuck..."

When I came, Mum didn't hide her emotions this time. "Good boy," she exclaimed, her hand pumping my cock faster, "Good boy, baby. Get all that cum out."

"Mum," I whimpered, immediately feeling my cheeks warm at my tone.

I sucked in some deep breaths as she slowly stopped moving her hand, letting it lie on my groin as I felt the damp cloth slowly clean me up. Opening her eyes as she ran the cloth over my cock, her eyes sparkled and I felt another surge of love for her. "I'll be in here early over the weekend like a weekday, so if you need relief..."

"I'll wake up," I stated eagerly, making her chuckle.

"As for each night, well, your father wasn't here tonight and if he's home tomorrow night, he won't show any interest, so I'll be here again like always."

"Mum... um... are you, I mean, do you..." I sighed, feeling very awkward as I knew what I wanted to ask but she was my mother. Sons don't ask such questions.

Mum sat up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed nearer to me, resting a hand on my chest. "Are you asking if I go to bed or hop into the shower and masturbate after looking after you?" Managing a nod, she smiled and kissed my forehead. "Maybe I do, baby. As I told you, your father has no interest in me, so I have to take matters into my own hands." Meeting my eyes, there was mischief in hers. "And before you ask, I'm not... I mean, it wouldn't be right if we did it together. This is just about relief because you can't look after yourself."

"You'd look even more beautiful doing it with me," I whispered.

Her fingers caressed my cheek. "Thank you for thinking of me so beautiful, baby. I love you."

"I love you, Mum. Going to bed now?"

"It's a good thing I'm using different hands each time, otherwise I'd grow a larger right arm."

That had me roaring with laughter as she kissed my cheek again before wishing me goodnight. I know I went to sleep with a smile on my face, pleased that it hadn't remained as awkward as it had started out. In fact, I was left thinking my mother was starting to enjoy it. I certainly was.

The weekend passed like a weekday, the only difference being that my mother was around all day except for when she disappeared for an hour to do grocery shopping while my sister left to go hang out with some friends. My father left early morning to go play his usual game of golf. I'd long figured out how things were as he actually golfed both days every weekend. I was left wondering when my father had last taken my mother out for some fun.

Mum couldn't stop smiling as I spent a lot of my Sunday hanging out with my sister. It wasn't anything unusual, but she made sure to walk past her bedroom every so often to find us sitting back on her bed, my sister lying on her stomach, her legs bent with her little feet in the air, her face positively beaming as she spent time with her older brother.

We ended up chatting about relationships. She asked about ex-girlfriends of mine, admitting we mostly just split because we wanted different things. Even though I was only twenty, I was looking at settling down and perhaps starting a family. I already had a full-time job, and I wanted to get on the property ladder while young and would prefer to start a family also while young, not wanting to have teenage children when I was in my late forties or early fifties. As for my sister, she confessed to not having a boyfriend at the moment, but she did have a crush on someone.

For the next week, nothing really changed. Mum had definitely changed her mind about wearing her robe instead of her dressing gown. She even wore a different one by Wednesday, a gorgeous black one that allowed a further hint of cleavage and was only long enough to barely cover her arse. And on Friday night, she smiled and said, "Don't close your eyes, baby."

It was like all my Christmases had come at once as I watched my beautiful mother kneeling between my legs, stroking my cock. And I was surprised that she only glanced away occasionally, constantly smiling at me. "Oh Mum," I moaned.

"Feels good, baby?"

"So good, Mum... You're really good at this." I took a deep breath. "Glad you're talking to me now too."

"I'll admit that I'm enjoying making my son happy."

"Very happy, Mum. And you?"

She was silent before she leaned forward, still stroking my cock, as she left a wet kiss on my cheek. "I'm just enjoying being so close to you, baby," she whispered.

When I came, I groaned so loudly, that Mum had to actually shush me, worried about my sister hearing us. She kept stroking me long after I'd finished climaxing, and I wasn't blind to the fact my mother was totally aroused. "Mum, are you going to go masturbate now?"

Her hand stopped moving for a few seconds before she resumed stroking me. "Yes, baby. I am... Sometimes I'll even do it next to your father, wondering if he'll do anything. He just tells me to knock it off and go to sleep."

"Really?" Mum nodded though she didn't seem overly sad about it. "Mum, if you were... I mean..."

She squeezed my cock softly. "What, baby? Be honest with me."

"Mum, if you were my wife and masturbating next to me, I would make sure you that you'd orgasm, but it wouldn't be with your fingers."

Mum quickly cleaned me up before lying next to me for the first time, cuddling me as best she could considering that I still couldn't do much with my arms. "Thank you, baby," she said softly, "At least there's a man in this house who appreciates me."

"I do because I love you, Mum."

She lay with me for a few minutes, her fingers caressing my chest before she kissed my cheek. "I'd better go, baby." Then she leaned up to my ear. "Mummy is going to go play with her pussy now," she breathed, feeling her hand caress my rapidly hardening cock. "Oh, does that idea excite you, baby?"

"You're a tease, Mum," I chuckled.

"I know. It's... This is a lot of fun, baby. I know you're still in pain and it's uncomfortable..."

"Thanks for taking care of me, Mum."

"I do it with love, baby. Goodnight."

"Night, Mum."

I wasn't blind to the change in how Mum dressed when my father wasn't home. She must have noticed me looking at her legs, as she started to wear shorter skirts or sundresses with high hems around the house, and whenever she noticed me checking her out, the smile she returned was warm and loving. And the tops she wore... Mum knew she had fantastic breasts and started to flaunt them. For so long she'd been hiding away her assets.

Whether Dad noticed any change in her appearance, I wasn't sure, but I noticed how she was now looking after her hair more, even putting on a little more make-up for just being around the house. My eyes constantly followed her whenever she was moving about.

The next week passed with Mum visiting me morning and evening, with the occasional stroke session when she got home from work. It was obvious she was having a lot of fun doing it for me now, and would tease me about heading off to masturbate herself after making me cum. On Friday night, she was leaning forward, gazing into my eyes, as she slowly stroked me.
"You're always so hard for me, baby," she said softly, "I think you love Mummy stroking your big cock."

"Oh god... Mum..."

"It's throbbing like mad, baby. Are you excited?"

"Fuck yes..."

"Hmmm. I'm going to finger myself something silly once we're done here, baby. Doing this for my son... I had no idea it would arouse me so much. You get hard for Mummy, don't you, baby?"

I glanced away as I felt my cheeks blush. Admitting that it was now just her arousing me, and not just something natural, it seemed like a barrier was well and truly falling. It was no longer just my mother providing her son relief. It was turning into something else. "Yes, Mum," I finally whispered, "I wake up early now, waiting for you to come in, and can't wait until you get home from work."

"You think your mummy looks sexy in all her skirts and dresses now?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Good. Now... Oh... Are you ready to cum, baby?"

"God yes, Mum."

Mum left a soft kiss on my lips, the first time she'd kissed me on the lips in years. It was always on the cheek or forehead. It was such a surprise, her eyes lighting up, that I grunted and just erupted. "That's it, baby," she cried softly, "Cum for me, baby. Cum for your mother. She loves to know her little boy is happy."

"Fuck... Mum..." I moaned.

She kept stroking me until my cock did finally start to soften. Lifting her hand away, she stared at her fingers and thumb for at least a minute. "You know, Tom, I haven't blown your father in quite a while now. I stopped as he refused to go down on me. He rarely did it willingly. He doesn't seem to mind not having sex let alone getting his dicked sucked anyway."

I had to shake my head in disbelief that my father was ignoring my gorgeous mother in such a manner. "He's an idiot, Mum," I stated rather vehemently.

"Oh, I know that already, Tom. I'm a woman at her sexual peak and he can barely get it up for me, and it's not because he needs little blue pills. Back to what I was saying, I'm looking at your cum on my fingers and I find myself wondering what my son tastes like. You have a good diet, fit and healthy... I've been watching all this cum erupt from your cock and I find myself getting wet, wanting to clean you up with my tongue..."

"You're serious, Mum?"

"Deadly. We've been bonding with this, baby, and I feel so close to you. Far closer than I do to my husband. I'm... I'm always daydreaming at work, and I can't wait to get home sometimes, just so I can be with you." Then, without any warning, she sucked her fingers and thumb clean, watching her eyes dazzle me as it was obvious that she approved. "Oh my, I haven't tasted cum that good since before I met your father," she murmured.

"That was so hot, Mum," I whispered, feeling my cock was rock hard again.

Leaning down to kiss my cheek, I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms. "I think my son deserves a special treat tomorrow night. Your father has already told me he's away fishing from early morning until Sunday night, and your sister is out all day and then at a sleepover with friends. That leaves you with your mother all day." She leaned back and there was that mischief I already loved seeing. "Whatever will we do together, baby?"

With a last kiss on my cheek, she left me lying there with my mind going over all the possibilities. I still didn't think it would ever be more than anything but handjobs. It was just that Mum was now excited by it too. I think it would have happened with any woman. There was a sexual tension that now existed. I knew plenty of women loved watching their men orgasm.

I knew things would be different when I woke up to the sight of my mother walking into my room in her robe, but before she joined me on the bed, she had my jaw drop wide as she loosened the tie, smiling at me as she let the robe drop to the floor. Her black bra and panties were matching but simple, not sheer or lacey, but they still showed off my mother's impressive bust, and her body was still trim enough with those womanly curves most women had after giving birth to two children and reaching her forties.

Without a word, she walked towards the bed and pulled back the sheets before taking off my underwear, making me laugh as she just threw them somewhere. "Won't need those much this weekend," she stated, before helping me sit up, "We're doing it differently today, baby," she explained as she knelt down between my legs, lubing up my cock before taking it in hand, "We're going to do a lot of things from now on. I told your father last night that you need a lot more than just handjobs."

"What did he say?"

Grabbing her robe, she pulled out her phone. "I've recorded anything to do with this in case he does try and play games." Pressing play, I was left gobsmacked by the fact my father simply didn't give a shit. He seemed to have little idea how injured I was, and when my mother suggested she needed to do more than just give me handjobs, Mum said he just shrugged as I listened to his words, categorically stating that he didn't care what she did with me.

Placing her phone down, she resumed stroking my cock, smiling at me as I couldn't believe how happy she was. I wish I could have run my fingers through her hair, or caressed her cheek, or just touched her. Mum could see that in my eyes. "Who said we're stopping when your casts come off?" she asked, another question that had my jaw dropping, "You think I want to stop now? Do you?"

"Fuck no, Mum... No girl has made me feel this good."

Mum leaned up and kissed me again on the lips. It wasn't completely open-mouthed, but it was the first kiss that was one not shared by a mother and son. "I'm so glad to hear that, baby. When they come off, you're touching me in return, Tom."

"Okay, Mum."

"Good boy. Just let me know when you want to cum."

I was letting her know within a couple of minutes as I was simply mesmerised by her cleavage. I desperately wanted to see her breasts, her hard nipples that no doubt wanted to be sucked on. I wanted to see her slowly slide off her panties and show me her pussy. I hoped it wasn't too smooth or too hairy, somewhere in between.

"Are you close, baby?"

"Yeah... Fuck, Mum... Just your hand is too much..."

When I came, I was amazed when she aimed my cock just underneath her chin, flabbergasted as spurt after spurt of my cum landed on or near her breasts. She might have been wearing a bra, but it was still one of the hottest things I'd done in my life. "That's it, baby," she cooed, "Cover your mother's tits in all your hot cum."

"Oh my god... Mum!"

"I know, baby. It's so naughty that my son just came on me."

Still stroking me, she leaned up and we shared another kiss. The urge to slide my tongue into her mouth was in the back of my mind. When Mum pulled back, I wondered if she had the same urge. What made me smile is the fact she sucked her fingers and thumb clean, then used her fingers to clean herself up. "Oh my... I hope I don't get too addicted to my sons cum..."

"You're a tease, Mum."

"I know. But do you love it?"

"Far too much!"

"Good. Now your father has already left for the weekend, and your sister will be leaving mid-morning. After that, I'm all yours, baby."

"Mum... Can you... um..."

"Want me to wear something?" Managing to nod, she shuffled forward, resting a hand on my chest. "Tell me, baby. Never be embarrassed by what we're sharing now. And always be honest about what you want with me. I promise that I'll rarely say no, and when I do, I'll be sure to explain."

"Sexy lingerie today, Mum. Do you have any?"

"Of course. I wear it for myself, baby. Not like your father cares what I wear anymore. You want black again?"

"Yeah. And tomorrow... Do you have any what they call teddies?"

"I have a few, baby. Want me to wear a sheer one so you can finally get a good look at my body?"

"You'd... That would be okay?"

"Of course." Kissing my cheek, she stood up and I gazed up and down her body. "I love how you look at me already. And if you look at me like that now, I can only imagine your eyes when you see me in some sexy lingerie or the sort of teddy that is going to hide absolutely nothing."

I was on tenterhooks all morning, waiting for Hayley to leave for the weekend. Part of me felt guilty about that, as we'd grown so close since my accident, but the idea of fooling around with my mother all weekend was too much. Mum was driving her there, so my sister still left me with a cuddle and kiss on the cheek. When she softly wished me goodbye, the guilt overwhelmed me. She was still so adorable, that I stopped her and had her hug me again.

"I love you, Tom," she whispered, and when she gazed up at me, I kissed her forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Love you too, Hayley. Have fun this weekend."

"Just a bunch of girls getting together."

"As long as you behave."

Mum returned half an hour later, kissing me on the cheek before suggesting she'd go and get changed. While she was gone, I threw caution to the wind and took off my shorts and underwear, sitting back naked on the couch, my erect cock resting back against me.

She walked out fifteen minutes later, not just in a sheer black bra and panties, but she was also wearing back heels and thigh-high stockings, hair in a ponytail and those black-rimmed glasses I loved seeing on her face. Noticing I was naked, she smiled and tottered over, falling to her knees before me.

Without a word, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock and lowered her mouth, my head rolling back as I felt her tongue circle around the head. "Oh fuck," I groaned.

"I've wanted to do this all week," Mum admitted, "I can't just give you handjobs anymore, baby. I need a lot more than that."

"Mum..."

"Sit back and get comfortable, baby. I want this first time to last."

Watching my mother's head slowly bobbing up and down on my cock was a fantasy come true. I hadn't always fantasised about her, but I believe most young men do fantasise from time to time. Some probably go further, hoping to take the place of their father at their mother's side. Others probably just wonder if she'd like to have sex occasionally. Most probably just had the occasional fantasy and that was it.

One hand stroked part of my cock, but when her other hand started to fondle my balls, I could only count down the days to when I knew the casts were going to be removed. I'd still have issues and therapy, and would need to rebuild some strength, but I needed to touch my mother if she was going to do this for me.

Her lips were so soft around my cock, her tongue driving me wild, and I was amazed at how much of my length she could take. She didn't exactly deepthroat me, not that first time, but when her blue eyes gazed up into mine, I couldn't believe how happy she looked.

Removing her mouth, she kissed up and down my shaft a few times. "Can't believe I'm sucking my son's big, thick cock," she stated softly, "And I'm just left wondering why anyone would think this is wrong... And why we didn't do this years ago..."

I lasted as long as I could, but the sight of my mother dressed sexily and on her knees before me, sucking on my cock, was simply far too much. I was polite enough to warn her that I was close, feeling her lips tighten, her tongue continuing to pleasure me, as I finally grunted and erupted into her mouth. She didn't hesitate in immediately swallowing each spurt of cum, her eyes never averting from looking into mine as she did.

She kept her head bobbing long after I'd stopped climaxing, only removing her mouth as my cock ever so slightly softened. "Dad's a fucking idiot," I groaned, "My god, Mum..."

"Want to see me masturbate, baby?"

"More than anything, Mum."

Helping me up from the couch, she looked in the direction of her bedroom for a moment, muttering to herself before she led me towards my bedroom. I could position myself on the bed as she relaxed back on the bed, leaving her bra on but she moved her hands down to fondle her pussy over her panties. "I'm going to get them nice and wet then hold them to your nose, Tom. Let you smell my scent for the first time."

She fondled herself for a few minutes before she slowly lowered her panties. Even her just doing that was erotic, sitting on her knees in front of me, smiling as she held them up to my nose. I closed my nose and inhaled her scent, groaning as I couldn't believe how wonderful my mother's scent was. "My god, Mum..."

Lying back, Mum spread her legs to offer me the first real look at her pussy in my life. In no way was it smooth but it wasn't like a forest either. It was the pussy of a forty-year-old woman, the hair trimmed and kept neat, and she did keep certain areas smooth as possible, but I loved the sight immediately. Without delay, she started to gently run her fingers up and down her slit before slowly sliding a pair of fingers inside herself.

"Yes," Mum hissed, though her eyes never stopped looking at me, "That's it, baby. Slide your fingers inside your mother."

And now I knew exactly who she was thinking about when masturbating. It was one of the most erotic sights of my life, nearly surpassing the view of her on her knees, sucking my cock. I'd had previous girlfriends masturbate in front of me, but it always seemed a little awkward. Mum wasn't awkward, she had no problem getting into the mood, her body gyrating, releasing soft moans and gasps, as she slowly brought herself to the boil.

"Oh baby, so naughty, licking your mother's pussy," she moaned softly, "Do you want to stick your big cock inside her too?" I dared not say a word as I knew this was my mother confessing what she really wanted with me. Or she could just read my mind and was letting me know she was okay with it. "It's been so long since I had a dick inside me, baby. To think my son wants to make love with and fuck his mother." She started to move her fingers faster, her other hand joining the action as it started to fondle her clit. "Oh god, baby... You found my clit so easily... That's it, just like that baby... Just like that. Oh... You eat pussy so well, baby."

"Oh god..." I groaned, my cock so hard and throbbing, I thought I'd cum without touching her.

"Mummy's gonna cum, baby..." Then she whimpered and her face changed, her bottom lip trembling as she almost started to sob. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Tom.... Oh fuck... Oh fuck, baby... Right there, right there. Just like that... Oh god... Oh fuck..."

Watching my mother orgasm was THE greatest moment of my life, and I hadn't even touched her. But in that moment, it almost felt like we were one. She whimpered. She moaned. She cried. Her body never stopped moving, the orgasm passing through her entire body, all the way to her extremities. And she didn't stop, a third finger entering her pussy as she rubbed her clit even harder.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried out, "Fuck me, baby! I want my son's big cock inside me. Please, baby. Give me that big cock. Slide it inside and pump away. Fill me with your seed."

I almost wondered if she wanted me to do just that, though the only way it would really work with my arms would be for me to lie back and have her ride me. She enjoyed another orgasm and didn't relent, and I felt myself smile as this was a real masturbation session for my mother. My heart almost broke as I realised that my father hadn't touched her in so long, no wonder she'd almost leapt at the chance to comfort me.

"I love you, Mum," I whispered.

"I love you too, baby. Shuffle closer, I'm going to stroke you off while I finger myself."

I managed to get into position so she could do both, making her giggle as I came all over her within a couple of minutes. My orgasm set off hers and that was enough, feeling her calm down as her body finally stopped shaking, taking her hand from her pussy. Looking at it glistening, she sat up and offered them to me. "Taste your mother, baby," she whispered, smiling as I didn't hesitate in licking and sucking on her fingers, "Maybe you'd like to lick my pussy?"

"I'd love to, Mum."

"Once you're out of your casts, we're going to do so much together, baby. Your father is totally oblivious and as proven, simply doesn't care. We'll just have to be mindful of your sister."

For my bath that evening, Mum joined me for the first time, sitting facing me as she soaped me up and down, taking a lot of joy soaping up my cock. She then cleaned herself and masturbated in front of me, getting herself off before lying back with that dreamy smile on her face I was already used to seeing.

After two more blowjobs that night, the second time keeping my cum in her mouth to show me before swallowing, she made absolutely no move to go to her own bed that evening, snuggling into me as best she could.

"I love you, Mum," I whispered, "I wish I could hold you right now."

"I love you too, baby. Soon enough, I'll be in your arms. Just have a little more patience."

I was woken the next morning by some weight on my groin, opening my eyes to see my mother straddling me, slowly rubbing her pussy against my length. Gazing up her body, her breasts were free of their bra, her thick nipples hard and I had to lick my lips, desperate to get my lips around both of them. Mum loved the fact she was teasing me, but I didn't expect her to lift herself up and, while gazing into my eyes, she asked softly, "Want me to do it, baby?"

"Please, Mum," I whispered.

Ever so slowly, she sank herself down on my cock. I groaned as I knew how hot her pussy was but had no idea that she'd feel so tight. She whimpered more than once while slowly lowering herself down, resting a hand on my chest as she really took her time before sighing happily once my cock had disappeared.

"You're inside me, baby," she moaned softly, using her other hand to wipe her cheeks. I was feeling a little emotional too, "You're inside Mummy, baby."

"I love you so much, Mum."

"I love you too. Now you just lie there and let Mummy look after you. And just cum when you need to. I'm still safe and I know you'll stay hard."

Feeling her grinding on my cock was far too much, having to close my eyes and think of other things though all I could think about was the fact my cock was buried inside my mother's pussy. Feeling both hands on my chest, she started to bounce and grind me at the same time, opening my eyes to see hers gazing at me, a mixture of love and lust, leaning down to kiss me, and for the first time, she slid her tongue into my mouth. We moaned together as, like everything else we'd done, it just felt natural. Any weirdness or awkwardness had long since disappeared.

The only thing that scared me was how I was now feeling about her. And now that we were making love, what had started out with her providing me comfort was now something completely different.

The fact I came first within only a few minutes wasn't embarrassing. What made my mother smile was the fact my cock remained rock hard, and she could happily keep on riding me. Her first orgasm hit her within a couple of minutes, head rolling back as she cried out, "Oh fuck yes!"

She rode me even harder after that, one of her hands gently rubbing her clit as her eyes burned with her desire for me. Or maybe it was just my cock. Whatever it was, I felt her pussy squeezing me again a few minutes later as another orgasm hit her. I was now desperate to run my hands over her body but could also be thankful for them. If it hadn't been for that accident, I doubt this ever would have happened.

Mum kept riding me until I was ready to cum again. She was glistening with sweat by then, her body taking on a pinkish hue, and I knew she was getting tired, but she was almost begging for me to cum inside her again by then. Somehow, my body managed to cooperate, and I groaned as I felt my cock pulsing as I left a second load in her pussy.
Feeling her sag on my cock, she met my eyes and her lower lip started to tremble. I thought she was going to lower herself down to hug me. Instead, she moved off my lap and started to cry, walking quickly out of my room as I heard her sobs echo in the empty house. Although confused as to what the hell just happened, I knew I couldn't just leave it there, getting up and following the sounds of her sobs.

I found her in her bedroom, her knees on the floor next to her bed as she had her arms crossed, her head resting on them as she sobbed. Sitting behind her, I couldn't hug her but covered her small body with mine. "Mum, why are you crying? Are you regretting..."

"I haven't enjoyed an orgasm like that in fifteen years, baby," she sobbed, turning around and wrapping her arms around the back of my neck, head pressed into my chest, "I'm married to a man that doesn't care about me, and just had the best sex of my life with my own son. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong, Mum."

"But we're committing incest, Tom. I've sucked your cock. You've now been in my pussy and cum in me twice. I want nothing more than for you to lick my pussy until I cum so hard, I pass out. I shouldn't be having all these thoughts about you."

"Mum..." I waited until she lifted her head and met my eyes. "Mum, do you love me?"

"So much, baby," she whispered, her fingers running down my cheek, "So much, it scares me nowadays."

"I love you just as much. Maybe we should have realised that it could never just be handjobs without feelings, even though we are mother and son. And I know our feelings for each other have always been strong. I've always been far closer to you than I was with my father."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Mum... I want to be with you."

Her face softened as she cuddled me. "I want to be with you, Tom," she said softly.

"I know it's scary. Trust me, I'm terrified of how strong my feelings are for you right now."

"Are you in love with me, Tom?" she asked ever so softly, almost scared of my answer.

"If I'm not already, I'm definitely falling for you, Mum."

"I feel the same, Tom. I haven't felt love like this since my earliest days with your father. As soon as he slid the ring on my finger, he simply stopped putting an effort in."

"Once I'm better, Mum..."

"My boy needs a big breakfast now, for making his mother so happy." She leaned back and grinned. "And I hope I feel your cum dribble out of me while I'm cooking. I won't be wearing panties until I pick up your sister tomorrow night."

Mum had great fun cooking us breakfast and then feeding it to me. I just about managed to help her clean up before we returned to the living room, Mum ripping off my underwear so I was naked, proclaiming I would remain naked and as hard as possible all the time. Within an hour, she was lying across the couch, slowly sucking on my cock, taking her time to bring me to orgasm. I was desperate to make her cum in return, and after she had a quick shower to freshen up, lay crossways on my bed as I kneeled before her.

"Fuck, Mum... Your pussy is beautiful. Like a work of art," I exclaimed before pressing my nose against it and groaning, "And your scent is divine."

"I know you can't use fingers, baby, but hopefully your tongue work is excellent."

"I've had no complaints, Mum."

I teased her to start with, of course. Her excitement had her labia rather engorged, and I loved sucking and nibbling on those. Sliding my tongue inside her was even better, her body shuddering as her hips started to gyrate. She moaned softly, judging how her body reacted and the noises she made. When her clit looked ready, I slowly started to give that attention.

"Firm, baby," she moaned, "I like it firm. And when it gets sensitive, my god, I cum so hard."

I preferred it when a woman told me what she loved because I would happily do it for her. Nothing made me feel more like a man than bringing my lover to orgasm. I didn't care if it was with my cock, tongue, fingers or even my big toe... I've never tried with my big toe, but I'm sure that's someone's fetish out there.

Feeling her fingers running through my hair, I gazed up her body, her other hand fondling her breasts, squeezing and even pulling her large nipples. I wanted to get my lips around them as soon as possible, but focused all my energy on just how she wanted her clit treated.

Mum went off like a firework, pulling her legs back as she started to shudder. "Oh my god, baby!" she almost squealed, "Right there, baby. Just like that on my clit."

Then her orgasm smashed through her, watching as her head rolled back on the pillow as her back arched. "Oh god... Oh god... Don't stop..."

"I won't, Mum," I replied quickly before I continued just what she wanted. I tasted her cream and juices, enough to almost drink them down. My god, she had the sweetest pussy I'd ever tasted in my life, and it was my mother. My cock was so hard, I thought I was going to cum without touching myself again.

"Fuck, baby... Once you're healthy again, my god, we are going to fuck like rabbits..."

She enjoyed five more orgasms, yes, I said five more orgasms, before she finally whimpered and almost started to sob again, exclaiming it was too much. I managed to lift myself up, kissing up her body and managed to balance myself, Mum scooting down the bed as she could feel my hard cock. Despite how sensitive she was, I could see in her eyes that she wanted my cock inside her once again.

But without the use of my hands, it was never going to work. Asking me to step back, Mum slid off the bed and fell to her knees, gazing up at me with nothing but love in her eyes for her son. "I'm going to make you cum so fast, baby," she stated, "And I want you to mark me by leaving it all over my face and glasses."

"So hot, Mum."

"I'll make sure when you fuck me from behind the first time, I have my hair up in a ponytail. You love that, don't you?"

"I love you looking all business-like, ready to take on the world."

"You can definitely start picking me up from work when you're driving again and fuck me in my office."

Only after I'd exploded on her face five minutes later, groaning so loudly the neighbours probably heard me, and we were lying back on my bed together did I contemplate something. "Mum... What about him?" I couldn't even bring myself to call him by a title. It was the only thing I felt a vague sense of guilt about.

"Tom, if your father was actually fulfilling his duty as my husband by fucking his wife, I probably wouldn't be here. I would have still jerked you off, because it was the right thing to do, but you've shown me more love in these past few weeks than I've had from him in years. I can't even remember the last time he said he loved me."

"Mum, can I put it somewhat crudely?"

"Of course, baby."

"You're a totally bangable babe right now. A total MILF. You're the sort of hot mature woman I'd daydream about growing up. I've always been attracted to older women."

"Tom... Did you used to think about me when masturbating?"

"Of course I did."

She kissed my cheek. "I love knowing that now. Makes me feel attractive."

"Because you are, Mum. You're so beautiful..."

Mum couldn't hear that without doing something, rolling up onto my lap and sliding down my cock, ensuring she was leaning forward to kiss me as she ever so slowly rode my cock. I want to say it was the first time we genuinely made love, her eyes constantly gazing into mine, her eyes full of the love a mother has for her son first, but also the love a woman has for a man. Our orgasms were an afterthought that time though we did both cum in the end. What mattered was it sealed our affair. We knew there would be no stopping it now.

The only concern I had in the back of my mind was that someone was going to be hurt in the end. The problem I had was that I was feeling a lack of sympathy for my father. I hadn't been blind to his treatment of his wife, my mother. He spent more weekends out with his friends than with his wife. I couldn't remember the last time he even took her out for dinner. Anniversaries and birthdays were, quite frankly, dismal affairs. Maybe a cheap bouquet of flowers and a card. Mum was the sort of woman that deserved to be romanced, wined and dined, then taken home to be fucked hard and have love made to.

Frankly, my father was an idiot, and it was hard to retain my respect for him, considering my poor relationship with him, and even Hayley didn't seem to have all that much love for him.

Mentioning I'd love to take Mum out for dinner once I had my casts off and my arms were somewhat mobile, she kissed me hard and whispered that she loved the idea. We spent the rest of that Saturday fooling around when we could, ordering in pizza for dinner, before watching a couple of movies, snuggling up together on the couch. I still couldn't hold her, so I promised that I would hold her all the time.

Mum got out a calendar and circled the day I'd have my casts off. I'd still be bandaged, still have pain, and mobility would still be restricted, but I'd be able to move my arms and certain things would be possible.

Sleeping together in my bed that Saturday night was wonderful. Just the scent of her shampoo was a reminder and had me hard, Mum laughing away as she noticed the tent reappearing. Waking up together on Sunday, she blew me first and happily swallowed my load before we ever so carefully positioned ourselves so she could sit on my face.

Best. Moment. Ever.

I told her not to clean my face afterwards, Mum laughing away as my chin glistened with her juices as I asked her not to go all out for breakfast. Something simple would be fine. What amused me was that she eventually leaned over, her tongue licking my chin before we shared one hell of a passionate kiss. It turned so passionate, she ended up straddling me on the chair, still not wearing any underwear and Mum easily slid down my cock.

"God, far too addictive already," she moaned, holding onto the back of the chair, "I'm just going to ride you hard and fast, baby. I want you to fill me up quickly. I want to feel you leaking while I do some chores."

Mum was in such a good mood afterwards, taking the time to dress up all sexy for me, including a pair of thigh-high stockings and heels again, before I watched her walk around the living room as she dusted and polished. Half of it was simply to arouse me, bending into certain positions that had her glancing back at me and smiling.

"Think of fucking me in this position, baby," she whispered, that sort of tone that just turned me on.

I fucked her an hour before she had to go pick up my sister, and it was only then that Mum dressed a little conservatively, including putting on a normal pair of panties. When they arrived home later, my sister was in a good mood, immediately joining her now-dressed big brother on the couch. Cuddling into me, Mum couldn't stop smiling as it seemed me being stuck at home had given my sister and me a chance to finally reconnect.

When my father arrived home later that night, I did my usual thing of watching how they were together, wondering if there was any love left between them, and particularly how they communicated. That night pretty much confirmed what I thought. All my father did was demand things from my mother, like doing his washing, cooking his dinner, and then complaining about a few things. If I had the use of my arms, I'd have stepped in and had a few choice words.

Mum came to see me that night before going to bed. She was dressed in her now familiar black robe but had changed into some regular underwear. After another fantastic blowjob, she took a few minutes to lie next to me.

"We can't keep having sex while he's here," she whispered, "But it's only two more weeks until you're out of your casts. When you're strong enough, we can find moments together, and when you're fully healed, you're going to look after your mother."

"And him?"

"I've been comfortable with a lack of love and passion for too long, Tom. It's my birthday in three months and I know he won't even remember. If he amazes me by getting me something, it'll be something cheap and tacky. You and your sister made my fortieth far more memorable." Caressing my chest, I met her eyes. "He's far too comfortable. He thinks I'm just going to tolerate the lack of love and affection for the rest of my life, the complete lack of sex. He's going to find out very soon that he's wrong."

"The man's an idiot, Mum. He's got a smoking hot wife..."

"Baby... He does nothing for me nowadays. Hasn't for a long time. I shouldn't have stayed with him..."

"You mean that?"

"As soon as he stopped giving a shit about himself, that means he didn't give a shit about me. I hate seeing him naked, and I can't deny that the thought of him being inside me now makes me want to vomit. I probably would vomit if he asked for a blowjob. Yet despite all that, until a few years ago, I was so desperate for love and affection that I'd still fuck him. And trust me on this, I'm a good actress when necessary."

"Hope you don't fake it with me, Mum," I joked.

She left a soft kiss on my cheek. "Baby, there is no way I can fake the sort of orgasms you give me. Your father never, and I mean never, has made me cum as hard as you do. I've cum on your cock more times than I can count already. Your father wouldn't have a clue how to fuck me. Stick it in, pump for three minutes, grunt, dribble out some cum, roll over and go to sleep."

"Jesus wept, Mum..."

"It's why I bought some toys and have spent years just masturbating."

The next couple of weeks were tough for both of us as there was no doubt that we missed having sex, but we didn't want to take any chance of being caught. That didn't stop the morning and evening blowjob, the latter occasionally turning into a sixty-nine so I could get a taste of my mother's sweet pussy and make her orgasm in return.

Mum informed me that, every Monday, she reminded my father of what she was doing, providing me with comfort and sexual relief. She recorded each conversation in the event he used it against her as blackmail for whatever reason. The man simply didn't care what she was doing with me. She even joked that he was happy because she was no longer bothering him about having sex.

The next weekend, my father didn't go away but he was still out for hours each day. I'm sure we were both hoping for another couple of days of carefree sex. What put the dampener on that idea was the fact my sister was staying at home, only going out to work for a few hours one day. Though frustrated, Mum kissed my cheek and suggested I just spend time with my sister again.

So on Sunday afternoon, I did what I could to help her with studies before we sat back on her bed and spent a couple of hours just talking. When she cuddled into my side, she couldn't have looked happier. "I love you, Tom. Sorry I've been moody for so long."

"No apology necessary, but more importantly, I love you too, Hayley."

She cuddled me tighter and I knew she was happy to hear that her big brother still loved her. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Sure."

"My end-of-year formal is obviously at the end of next year when I graduate. I don't want to take any of the boys from school as a date. I'm going to tell anyone who asks I already have a date. The perfect one for me."

"You want me to go with you?"

"Please... I'll be eighteen by then so can drink at least. You can at least drink and dance with your little sister for an evening."

"It's your birthday soon too. I'll be treating both you and Mum to a nice birthday."

"I can see Mum is so happy. Is she enjoying mothering you again?"

"Yeah. I think we're closer because of it too."

"You've always been close to Mum, Tom. So have I, to be honest." She paused and I knew something was on her mind. Whenever she stopped speaking suddenly, I knew an idea or thought had popped into her head and she was taking a moment to put it into words. "Tom... Would you be bothered if Mum and Dad divorced?"

"To be honest, not at all. I think Mum should have left him years ago."

She cuddled me tighter. "Me too," she whispered, "Mum was looking so sad until recently. I think you've made her smile again, Tom."

Mum could barely stop bouncing around the house when I had to return to hospital to have the casts taken off. She'd woken me up a little later than normal, after my sister and father had departed for the day, throwing the sheets back, sucking me off for all of two minutes before she stripped off and lowered herself down onto my cock. We groaned together as it was the first time in over two weeks since we'd had sex.

I didn't last all that long in her pussy, dumping what felt like an enormous load inside her, while Mum was a little red-faced afterwards as she'd enjoyed an orgasm far quicker than ever before with me.

Driving to hospital, Mum couldn't stop smiling as we knew, that once the casts were off, it would be the next step in our relationship. Finally, I would be able to properly touch her in return. Just hugging her again would feel wonderful. Naturally, we were stuck at the hospital for hours. First, the doctor had a million and one questions before they first took off the casts and then I was taken for x-rays to ensure my bones had healed properly. Once I was given the all-clear, I was given some paperwork about exercises I should do while I continued my recovery. There would be some physical therapy, mostly to do with my wrists and shoulder.

When I hugged Mum for the first time, she burst into tears in front of the doctor and a couple of nurses, cuddling into me ever so tightly. "First time I've been able to hug her back in a couple of months," I explained, earning warm smiles from the nurses.

"My son still loves to hug his mother even as old as he is," one of them stated.

"Nothing better than son hugs," the other added, "Then again, he loves mum hugs just as much."

Hayley was already home from school by the time we finally escaped the hospital and made it home. She ran out of her room and collided with me, desperate for a hug from her brother almost as much as her mother. I couldn't quite lift her up and twirl her around, but I did squeeze her tightly enough that she started to giggle. Mum announced straight away that we were going out for dinner. When asking about Dad, she gave me a look I recognised though she stated that she'd send him a message.

I wasn't surprised the reply was that he wasn't particularly interested, and he'd just meet up with his friends that night.

Mum was dressed as sexy as hell that night. The sort of dress that clung to her womanly curves, highlighted her significant cleavage, her perfect arse, and her fantastic legs. Whenever she looked at me, her eyes sparkled with her love and desire for me. It was the first time I'd been able to dress up in a while. Even my little sister looked utterly gorgeous in the dress she chose to wear.

Dinner was fantastic. I had my little sister giggling away nearly the entire time, that innocent laughter I'd loved hearing from the first time I made her laugh. As for my mother, she simply couldn't stop smiling, and I didn't miss the number of affectionate touches throughout our meal. I knew I'd have to take my mother out on a date sooner rather than later.

Dad was home when we breezed in the door rather later than evening. He barely greeted us with a grunt though did notice my casts had been taken off. "Going to finally get off your arse and back to work then?" he asked bluntly.

"Oh, shut up, Harry," Mum retorted, "He's been injured. Were the casts not a giveaway?"

"He hasn't been paying rent the entire time he's off."

"I look after that, not you. I'm at least sympathetic to his plight. Considering you give less than a shit about any of us..."
My father just returned a withering look before returning his attention to the television. Mum sighed before kissing me on the cheek. "Going for a shower, baby," she said softly before moving her lips closer to my ear, "And I'll be in to see you later."

I couldn't stop the smile that formed, immediately loving the idea that my mother was in no way going to stop her nightly visits. I was left wondering if my father would even notice. Considering there was a spare room available, I knew that could be used as an excuse. We'd never done anything on the marital bed, but all it would take would be a nice comfortable mattress in the spare room and my mother and I could make that our own.

Mum appeared in her robe a little later, letting it fall to the ground once the door was closed to reveal her naked body. Her nipples were already hard, licking my lips, and I couldn't get enough of her furry pussy. Though she kept parts of it trimmed, I knew she'd let it grow out slightly as I'd told her I loved the mature furry look.

Sliding into bed with me, I loved the fact I could wrap my arm around her and pull her close. Snuggling into me just as tight, she kissed my cheek and sighed what I hoped was happily. "Baby... I've been thinking about what we're doing. Can you just listen to me for a couple of minutes?"

"Of course."

Taking a deep breath, I was a little worried she was going to end things between us. "While I've been looking after you during your injury, I could ease my mind by telling myself I was just looking after you and providing comfort. Even when it turned to me masturbating for you, sucking your cock... making love... I kept telling myself that I wasn't cheating. My husband said he didn't care, and I was caring for my injured son. But now you're not injured, baby, and although there is next to no love in my marriage, I still can't keep doing this. I'd be lying to him..."

She took a deep breath and felt her shudder. My heart was beating madly as I was terrified of her next words. She was naked in my bed, and I wanted us to make love tonight, tomorrow and every day for the rest of our lives. The idea our relationship might possibly end...

"Tom, tomorrow night, when your father gets home, I am going to tell him that we're separating. I am stuck in a loveless marriage and these past few weeks with you have proven I am attractive, I am beautiful, I am sexually desirable, and more importantly, I've found a man who, quite bluntly, wants to pound me into the mattress then show me all the love in the world. I will move into the spare bedroom until he moves out." She hugged me a little tighter. "How does that sound?"

"You want to be with me, Mum?" I asked, "Just me?"

"Yes, baby. Only you. But I think we need to cool things for the time being. I really don't want to as I am aching to feel your big cock inside me again, but until your father is out of the house, and we have a separation agreement in place, I can't be intimate with you again. I shouldn't feel guilty about it, but I do."

"I understand, Mum."

"Thank you, baby," she whispered as she started to cry, turning onto my side and holding her against my body, "I love you so much."

"I love you, Mum. I can wait. As long as you need. It's just going to be difficult..."

"I know, baby. I'm going to be masturbating like crazy until we can be together again."

Mum did fall asleep with me, and I found myself feeling a little emotional about things. Not the fact she didn't want to have sex for a while, but the fact she was choosing to end her marriage to be with me. I hated the thought that my mother was feeling guilty. After finally realising just how much my father didn't seem to give a shit about any of us and, after really taking notice, there was a complete lack of any affection between them.

When Mum woke up to me in the morning, she was surprised before she started to smile, cuddling into me. "Now I know why I slept so well," she whispered, "Morning, baby."

"Morning, Mum. You fell asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake you."

Dad didn't even ask where Mum was the previous night when we all sat down for breakfast. I would be back at work the next week on light duties. My boss knew I couldn't get stuck back in straight away, but I was going stir-crazy with boredom at home and begged to return. He laughed and suggested there was plenty of paperwork that needed doing. It was better than nothing.

Before leaving for the day, my sister stopped at the front door, turning back and colliding with my chest. I hugged her tightly and I could almost feel how happy she was. "Big brother cuddles," she whispered, "Love you, Tom."

"Love you, sweetie," I whispered back, "Have a good day at school."

Mum left by leaving a scorching kiss on my lips. "I'm not going to deny kissing you, baby," she said softly, "But I'll tell him tonight. And it won't be in privacy. Your sister always has an inkling that something is going on."

I spent the day lazing around while doing the exercises provided. My arms felt weak, no real surprise after nearly two months of inaction. I knew, that once given the complete all-clear, I'd be back in the gym. Hayley was the first one home, Mum immediately returning to full-time hours now that I was at least a little better and capable of looking after myself. To say my sister was delighted would be an understatement having me just to herself for a couple of hours.

Mum arrived home and, after saying hello, was in the kitchen to start on dinner. I'd prepared everything earlier, Mum stating if I did that, she could easily cook. As she was doing that, I came up behind her. Mum sensed my presence, chuckling when I pressed my body against hers, my erection easy to feel. Wrapping an arm around her, she leaned back while wiggling her arse.

"So hard for me, baby," she whispered, "Don't worry, I'm telling your father after dinner."

"I'd love to just bend you over the table in front of him, claiming you as mine."

"So naughty, baby."

"The day he goes, Mum," I stated, leaning down to her ear, "You are mine," I growled. I felt her shudder as I nibbled at her earlobe. "The night he's gone, I'm taking you to the marital bed where it will become ours, Mother."

"Oh god... Tom..."

Giving her breast a gentle squeeze earned a gasp before moving my hand down to her crotch. "You're mine when he's gone, Mum," I whispered, "But I'm as much yours too."

"I love you so much, baby."

"I feel the same way, Mum. I love you."

Dad arrived home a couple of minutes before Mum was just about ready to dish up. He barely grunted a greeting before we sat down to eat. He barely said a word, hardly noticed Mum was looking sexy as hell in her blouse and skirt, her hair a little different, and I loved the fact she was wearing stockings and heels for me, not for him.

He was ready to just get up and return to the living room when Mum told him to wait. He barely seemed interested in whatever she was going to say.

"Harry, I'm going to put this as bluntly as I can so that you understand. I'm not happy and no longer want to be married to you. I want to separate immediately and then get a divorce when legally possible."

My father removed his glasses and blinked a few times. He seemed genuinely surprised before he shrugged. "Okay. What do you want to do?"

"I want the house. Our daughter is still sixteen. If you give me the house, I won't pursue child support, spousal maintenance and half of all your other investments. And I know where you've moved money around. I'm not stupid. I can live on what I make, and with Tom still at home paying rent, I'm sure he won't mind chipping in a little more when necessary."

"No problem, Mum."

Dad knew he didn't have any support at the table. He didn't glance at Hayley, met my eyes to be greeted by my shrug, before he looked back at Mum. "Fine," he stated, another shrug of the shoulders, "I've already been looking at buying a cabin by the lake anyway. I can work remotely so that won't be an issue. I'll start looking to buy something and be out of your hair as soon as possible. I'll speak to my friends, and see if they can put me up until the purchase is complete."

"Thank you, Harry. I don't wish to sleep in our bed any longer so I will move into the spare room until you leave."

"Fair enough. If there's nothing else, I'll leave you to it."

"No, Harry. Nothing else."

I wasn't surprised that he chose to get up and leave the house. I knew it was going to be awkward until he did leave. Mum returned home on Thursday night to hand over paperwork that made the separation legal, and it did detail the financial obligations. Mum got the house free and clear, but when the divorce was finalised in a year, she would not make any claim to any further monies. Mum was on a cracking wage anyway, but Dad was making even more. She could have easily got spousal maintenance based on how long they'd been married. It was a signal to me that she just wanted him gone, out of her life.

It was awkward for the next couple of weeks as Dad looked for another place to stay. Mum did come and sleep with me around every second or third night. To prevent us from giving in to temptation, she always wore underwear. I couldn't help feeling her up slightly, enough to know she was soaking wet just lying next to me. The better news was that my therapy was working wonders, my wrists were still sore at times but I was getting movement back. My arm was perfectly fine. My collarbone gave me the occasional twinge, but that had healed nicely too.

The day he moved out, a Saturday three weeks after the announcement, he only took his clothes, his fishing gear, and various odds and ends he had around the house. I was polite enough to assist him, mostly because, like my mother, I just wanted him gone. Hayley went so far as to be out for the day as she didn't want to be around. She wasn't upset, she was angry at her father for his complete lack of care and attention. I knew she'd rarely see him now that he was gone. I had doubt I'd ever hear from him again.

I did shake his hand but there was no real warmth from either of us in the gesture. It was definitely goodbye though. I had no intention in keeping in contact, leaving the ball in his court. Considering I'd soon be sleeping with his wife, it was hard enough not to stand feeling rather smug about it. In this instance, the son had well and truly replaced the father in the marriage.

As soon as he was gone, I returned inside to find Mum waiting for me. She kissed me immediately, running my hands down to her arse as she pressed herself into my cock. "Your sister is coming home soon but going out for another sleepover," she told me.

"Good as I'm taking my mother out on a date then we're coming home to make love all night."

"Want a blowjob right now, baby?"

"I won't say no."

Mum smiled as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, eagerly taking my cock out of my shorts. There was no teasing, moaning away as she wrapped her lips around my shaft and quickly bobbing up and down. I hadn't jerked off that morning, so was ready to cum rather quickly. But when I could finally run my fingers through my mother's thick brunette hair, or run my fingers softly down her face, that's when she had to stop and just smile at me.

"I can't wait to feel your fingers all over my body later."

Groaning as I unloaded into her mouth, Mum gulped down my cum before humming to herself, packing my cock away before rising to her feet, kissing my cheek. "I'll have to brush my teeth before picking up your sister," she said, "You should spend the afternoon with her. She's acting so strong but she's going to need her big brother more than ever now."

That's what I did, my sister cuddling into me as we watched a movie that afternoon, Mum happily making us some popcorn, leaving us alone as she relaxed on the bed with a good book. It was with some reluctance that Hayley eventually sat up and stretched as she had to get ready for her sleepover. Hugging her again, wrapping my arms tight, she hugged me back just as hard.

"I love you, Tom," she whispered, "I'm glad it's just you, me and Mum now."

"You are?"

"You're my favourite person in the world, Tom."

"I'm going to make sure your next birthday is big."

"Love the thought but make sure it's my eighteenth. I know my big brother will make it so special."

"For my little sister? Absolutely. I'll treat you and your friends to a big night out."

I could just about drive, so I suggested to Mum that she get ready while I drove my sister to her sleepover. While I drove her, she wanted to hold my hand the entire way. When we pulled up, her blue eyes gazed at me, her nose crinkling slightly, which just highlighted the cute freckles over her nose and across her cheeks. After a last hug, I waited until her friend opened the door, both of them waving at me, before I drove away.

Dressing to impress after I showered and shaved, I was waiting for my mother to appear. I was surprised at the nerves I was feeling. I hadn't been on a date in months, but it was the fact it was my mother I was taking out that really caused some butterflies. When she appeared, I felt my jaw drop and my cock get hard. The red strapless dress clung to her curves. Her breasts looked absolutely magnificent, and when she bent forward slightly, I could only growl at the sight. The hem was high, giving me just a hint of the tops of her thigh-high stockings, with red heels finishing the ensemble.

"Holy shit, Mum," I exclaimed softly.

She spun slowly on the spot, her arse looking as spectacular as the rest of her, before she stepped towards me, mashing her breasts into me as we shared a deep, passionate kiss. Neither of us wanted to pull apart, only doing so when it was obvious that we were both aroused. "You scrub up nicely, baby."

"Have to look good for my date and girlfriend." Her face lit up at the title as I took her hand, holding it to my chest. "Mum... You are my girlfriend already. We're going to be together from now on."

"Oh baby... Don't make me cry!"

I'd reserved us a table at one of her favourite restaurants. She wasn't interested in fine dining, though I knew she'd like the occasional treat. We ordered two courses and agreed to share a dessert. I was amazed at how conversation flowed so easily, showing plenty of interest in her career while she knew I was happy being on the shopfloor as a mechanic but did have ambitions for a lot more later.

There were constant touches and soft kisses as we dined, Mum only sipping at a glass of wine, only sipping at a low-strength beer myself. Once we finished dinner, ensuring I paid the bill as Mum was my date for the evening, I made her smile when I took her to a club I'd researched, knowing they'd play the sort of music that meant we could dance the night away.

Mum couldn't stop smiling as I led her to the bar, bought her favourite cocktail and another light beer for myself, sipping at our drinks for all of two minutes before she led me to the dancefloor. Though there was a mix of slow and fast songs, Mum was far more interested in slow dancing, our bodies moulding together, and Mum sighed happily when she felt me press my erection into her.

"You're the sexiest woman here tonight," I whispered into her ear.

Running my hands all over her body, the next kiss we shared was intense, and I felt her rub herself on my thigh. Taking a chance, I slid my hand up her other thigh and underneath her dress. She gasped as my fingers ever so slightly rubbed against her panties, and I wasn't surprised by the fact they were absolutely soaking wet.

"Baby, you need to take me home now," she stated, her arms around the back of my neck, gazing into my eyes, "You really need to take me home."

"Okay."

Knowing what was going to happen, I managed to stick to the speed limit the entire time, Mum's hand caressing my thigh as I drove one-handed, doing the same back to her. She lifted the hem of her dress and shimmied out of her panties, handing them to me and I could have practically sucked the juices out of them, they were so wet.

Pulling up in the driveway, once I opened the door, I just about managed to pick up my mother, her giggles echoing around the empty house as I carried her to her bedroom. "Going to change the mattress?"

"Yes, baby. I'm going to buy a new one next weekend and we're going to spend all night christening it. But tonight, it's the old mattress because you're going to make love to your mother on the marital bed to signify that you are now my man, my lover, the only one I want from this point forward."

Placing her down, we didn't waste time undressing each other. I had her dress off quickly, and with her panties in my pocket, it left her in thigh-high stockings and heels. With her D-cup tits finally free to be pleasured, as soon as Mum had helped lower my boxer-briefs, we fell onto the bed and I finally got my lips around one of her long, hard nipples.

"Oh fuck, baby," she cried, feeling both of her hands on the back of my head, "Suck Mummy's tits. I've been waiting for this moment."

"So have I," I admitted, "God, I just wanted to spend hours sucking on your tits again, Mum."

She moaned loudly every few seconds as I learned she absolutely loved breast play, going so far as to offer a tit-fuck in the future. I'd never dated a girl with large enough breasts before. The idea of tit-fucking my mother just made my cock even harder. Though I could have sucked, licked and nibbled on her nipples and breasts all night, I could actually feel the heat of her pussy.

Kissing down her body, the only other thing I wanted that night, except to finally make love, was to eat her pussy and make my mother cum as hard as possible. Gazing up into her blue eyes, the love that was reflected back made me stop, leaning up to leave a soft kiss on her lips, before returning to the point where I'd stopped kissing her.

"Lick my pussy, baby," she pleaded, "I need it."

To say I spent the next hour devouring my mother... Considering how wet she was, I couldn't get enough of her taste, Mum quickly moved her hips to the movements of my tongue. And now that I could finally use my fingers, I ran them up and down her body first, making her moan louder as I took both of her nipples in my fingers and played with them, running my hands down her body towards her legs, spreading them even wider as I sat up for a moment.

"I love your pussy, Mum," I stated, "I'm going to take photos and keep them on my phone. I love the fur, by the way."

"I let it grow for you, baby. Get your mouth back to work as I really need to cum."

"Anything for you, Mum."

I teased her rosebud, making her gasp and she immediately offered the chance to enjoy some anal sex at a later time. She told me that she'd never done it with my father, but a previous boyfriend had been obsessed with her arse and she'd happily given him the chance to fuck it. When I said I could understand, considering her arse was fantastic, she was rather eager about doing it sooner rather than later.

Licking her clit just how she liked it brought about her first orgasm, but when I finally slid my fingers inside her for the first time, and eventually found that special spot she had, the orgasm she had next tore through her body. She had a little cry, enough that I needed to stop and hold her to my body. "I love being in your arms," she whispered.

"I love holding you, Mum," I whispered back.

Resuming what I was doing, I was thinking I could have just done that all night. Mum was certainly enjoying herself, enjoying one orgasm after another. I only stopped as my jaw started to ache a bit. Kissing up her body, our eyes met as I slowly slid my cock inside her for the first time in far too long. Her lower lip started to tremble again as I slowly buried myself, and when I started to gently thrust, her fingers dug into my back and I felt her legs wrap around me.
"I love this," she cried, "Oh my god, I love this so much. Fuck me, baby. All of this is yours from now on."

We'd had sex before, but this was the first time we'd probably made love, our bodies almost moulding together, our lips rarely parting, moaning and groaning almost in unison. I didn't last long that first time, perhaps five minutes, but Mum didn't care, almost begging me to fill her pussy as she just wanted to feel her son climax with her. When I did finally cum, feeling my cock pulsing away, Mum couldn't stop smiling at me as I had to rest my head next to hers, sucking in a few deep breaths.

"Holy shit, Mum! That was awesome..."

"Hope you've got plenty more of that as I want to wake up as sore as possible from my son fucking me all night." Leaning back, she had a cheeky grin on her face. "Well, how does that sound, baby?"

"Want to help me get hard again?"

Mum happily bobbed her head up and down on my cock, loving the taste of my cum and her pussy together, before she turned around and shook her arse in my direction. Handing her a hair-tie, she put her hair in a ponytail, sliding my cock inside her pussy as I grabbed the ponytail and slapped her arse. "Oh baby, that's how you treat your mother. She's so naughty loving all the hot sex with her son."

I lasted much longer that second time, eventually mounting my mother and driving my cock nice and hard. She wanted to wake up sore the next morning, so I was going to make sure of it. To my slight surprise, my mother just begged me for more, and I wasn't being gentle at all, our skin slapping together as she pushed back against me with every thrust.

When I finally erupted inside her again, Mum simply couldn't get enough, leaning forward so my cock fell clean, and as I lay back to catch my breath, her mouth was around my cock again. "I need more, baby," she moaned, "I need much more. I haven't had sex this good in more than twenty years."

"Was he really that bad in bed?"

"I didn't marry him because he was dynamite in the sack."

As soon as I was rock hard again, taking a little longer as I might be twenty but every male needs recovery time, she sank her wet, cum filled pussy down onto my cock and rode herself to orgasm after orgasm. And since I could, I ran my hands all over her body, through her thick hair so I could drag her down to kiss her, moving my hips at the same time, loving it when she moaned in my mouth. I played with her breasts, and when I really tweaked her nipples, she shuddered so much I thought she'd had an orgasm. But then it was just hands at her hips as I couldn't help but love the way she just enjoyed herself. She looked so happy but, more importantly, whenever our eyes met, she was in love.

With me. As much as I was with her.

After I came again, that was me done for the night. After a quick shower to clean up, Mum loved the feeling of my cum inside her and dripping out, but not when trying to sleep. Snuggling together in bed, Mum spooning back against me, my arms wrapped tightly around her, we quietly agreed that it was right between us.

We knew there would be difficulties ahead. Keeping our relationship a secret from Hayley would be hard, and I dreaded to think of her reaction if she found out. I hoped it wouldn't break her heart, aware of how much she loved me as her big brother. We agreed that I couldn't move into her room permanently, but nothing was going to stop us from being as intimate as often as possible. Given we were usually awake before Hayley, there was nothing stopping us from spending a night together. Would probably be easier in Mum's bedroom as it was at the other end of the house.

After enjoying a long and loving sixty-nine when we woke up, Mum happily made me cum before practically sitting on my face to help her orgasm more than once, we shared an intimate breakfast before cuddling up on the couch. I eventually had to go pick up my sister, who was ever so excited to see it was me picking her up, sprinting towards me as I waited beside the car. Hugging her tightly, I asked, "Miss me, did you?"

"We had a great night. I'm just happy to see you, Tom."

Returning home, over dinner that night, Mum explained the situation regarding our father to Hayley. When she admitted to not being surprised by the separation and inevitable divorce, she added that she wasn't particularly interested in the custody arrangement, confessing that she knew our father wasn't all that bothered about a relationship with her, and as she was old enough, it was her choice whether to go see him or not.

"I just want you to be happy, Mum," she finished.

"I am happy, sweetheart. I've got my little girl still with me, and I've got my son next to me as man of the house now."

"I'm so glad my big brother is still living at home," she exclaimed, hearing the happiness in her voice.

"And I'm not planning on going anytime soon, Hayley," I added, wrapping my arm around her waist, "Why would I leave when I'm living with my two favourite girls?"

"Well, we're with our favourite man," Mum stated, cuddling my other side.

Hayley always went to bed early on a school night, hugging Mum goodnight before approaching me. I followed her into her bedroom, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek. She gazed up at me and bit her bottom lip, almost as if she wanted to say something. "You okay, Hayley?"

"It's just... It's difficult sometimes."

"What is?" I wondered, sitting on the edge of her bed.

Sitting next to me, she played with her long hair, fidgeting slightly. "I'm glad Mum's happy, Tom, and I think you're the main cause of her happiness. She loved looking after you when you were injured, and I can see her eyes light up whenever she looks at you. I think Mum has a massive crush on her son."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Happy. It's obvious you look after Mum, and if it's you that makes her happy, then she deserves it. She's done so much for us, and almost sacrificed her own happiness for years by remaining with Dad. Can I be honest about one thing?"

"Of course."

"I was never his 'little girl'. I've always been your 'little sister'. You were always the one I approached for help and support. You've always been my cheerleader, made me feel better when I was feeling low, sorted out those who picked on and bullied me, and all my friends absolutely worship you, Tom."

"I just want you both to be as happy as I am. I love living at home, love sharing time with Mum, but I want you to know that you can come to me about anything at any time, Hayley."

She hugged me tightly. "Thank you, Tom. I'd better go to bed now. Long days are close as we started counting down for the mock exams. Preparation for next year."

"I'm sure you'll nail all of them."

"I hope so."

I didn't find Mum in the living room, the lights were already off, and the house was obviously closed up. I found her in what I was already calling our bedroom, lying back naked, fondling her pussy. Closing the door, I undressed and joined her on the bed.

"Now we're a family, baby," she whispered before I slid my cock inside her. With work for both of us the next morning, we couldn't have an entire night of lovemaking. I made her moan as I buried myself. "My son is now my boyfriend."

"I'd like to call you my wife one day."

"Oh baby, I'd love that too."

We both enjoyed an orgasm before we cuddled together. "So what's next, Mum?"

"Our lives together, Tom. I know you'll remain here for both of us. I can't remember a happier time in my life, and your sister has been reinvigorated lately. And I know you've been reassessing relationships too. We'll just deal with everything that comes with us now being intimate and in a relationship."

"I just want you and Hayley to be happy, Mum."

"Just keep being you, Tom. Love me. Love your sister. That's all both of us need."

Considering how much I loved both of them, that would be my life going forward. Ensuring their happiness. I mean, how hard could it be?

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A/N - No epilogue because I'm toying with the idea of a second chapter. Might be obvious to some where it will end up going to...