Remembering back, it’s hard to believe it really happened, and, of course, I still get a boner
recalling those splendid days.

When I was fifteen, my mom slipped and sprained her right wrist rather badly, and, being
right-handed, this made her life somewhat difficult, especially since my dad had just left for a one year tour in Korea. He was a sergeant in the army. The doctor put my mom in a cast on her lower right arm. It allowed her to move her elbow and use her fingers, but the wrist was immobilized. The doctor told her not to get the cast wet, or it would start to fall apart. “Don’t worry,” he promised. “A few weeks with the cast and then we can put on a support bandage instead.”

We did not have a bath tub, only a shower, in our apartment. So I guess, my mom had to
shower with her right arm outside the shower curtain for the first day or so. It must have been difficult for her, so she decided to have a little discussion with me about her showering problems.

“Clark,” she said, I can’t really do a good job washing myself in the shower. Would you mind
helping me out? If you just take care of my left arm and part of my left side. You can wash the parts I have trouble with and my left arm. I can do the rest myself.”

“I don’t know, mom.” I was worried about seeing her naked and was somewhat hesitant but
finally agreed. “Well, I guess I can.” I knew that I would probably get so excited she would
see me with a hardon. Damn, I might even come in my pants, and she would see the big
wet stain! My mom was kind of sexy-looking and just thinking about her got me excited. In
fact, when I jerked off in private, it was her image I always had in my mind. But then I had
quickly realized, she would be inside the shower and probably just see my arm and head.

That evening I heard the water running, and soon my mom’s voice yelled out above the
shower noise to come in to help out. I went into the bathroom and saw the curtain was pulled completely across the shower stall. I took off my shirt so that it would not get wet and pulled the curtain back a little. My mom was right there facing me, her wet skin covered with water. She was inches away from me, and, jumping back in shock, I got a full frontal view. She did not make any big deal about it, just turning away so that I could reach her back and left side.

Needless to say, my cock was as hard as a steel nail after seeing her. She was magnificent, better than I had imagined. Her heavy round breasts were tipped by large dark nipples in the middle of brown aureoles. A neatly trimmed thicket of hair was wetly flattened at the bottom of her soft, slightly protruding belly.

Even at that age, I was taller than my mom and had to bend over to wash her. I took the wash cloth she handed me and lightly scrubbed her back. I looked down, seeing how her narrow waist flared out to her ample waist and luscious round buttocks. I began thinking about how good it was going to feel to jerk off that night with the real image of her body fixed in my mind. I could not resist the temptation to extend my washing farther in order to caress her fine ass. She turned a little more and asked to get her left arm and armpit. She had turned enough so that I had a nice view of her left boob, water streaming off the tip of the nipple. I groaned softly, but my mom did not seem to notice. That dark nipple was so firm and jutted out saucily from her pale breast that I was tempted to touch it. Mom did not say anything and turned to rinse off and then shut off the shower. I stepped away from the shower.

“Be a dear and hand me a dry towel,” she said before I could exit the bathroom.

I turned back and grabbed one off the rack. When I turned toward her, mom had pulled back
the curtain, and I had another great frontal view of her — Holy shit, what a body! I started to
hand her the towel, but she asked me to dry off her right arm before any water ran down into
the cast. Trying to keep my eyes on the arm, I dried her arm carefully and handed over the
towel. I saw her look down, and there was no way she could miss how my shorts were boldly tented out in front. Red-faced, I grabbed my shirt and scooted out of the room.

I was not in my bedroom two minutes when I heard a knock on the door. I yanked my hand out of my shorts very quickly, having been trying to resolve the aching need of my erect penis. I groaned loudly and my mom must have thought I told her to come in, and so she did, dressed in a thin robe. I could see her dark nipples through the wet fabric.

“I know I got you very turned on, baby. I’m sorry if you got upset,” she said.

“I’m not upset, mom, just… well, a bit excited.”

“You’re becoming a fine young man, Clark. I’ve seen you looking at me a number of times
and I can see just where you are looking.”

“I can’t help it mom, your body… you are just so beautiful.”

“I can help you out, baby, if you want, but I’d like you to help me too, okay?”

I must have looked puzzled because I was.

She then explained that she knew I was masturbating regularly, and that was okay. She said that everyone did it and admitted she did it herself now that dad was away. Then she
admitted that she was doing it a lot, or trying to, but was having trouble because she wasn’t
quite adept at using her left hand. Meanwhile, her hands were stroking upward on my legs,
and she was gazing at the significant bulge in my shorts. She began tugging at my shorts. I
lifted my butt up to help her, why I don’t know. She pulled my shorts down, showing my
protuberance barely concealed by the thin fabric of my briefs. She reached up again and
tugged my thin cotton briefs down my legs.

“This,” she whispered, “is much better than I had hoped. Clark, just lie back and mommy will give you a hand with this problem.”

As I lay back, completely naked, mom grabbed my erect cock and began to stroke me. It felt
really good with her soft, still damp hand sliding up and down, slowly and teasingly.
Whenever her hand dried out from the erotic friction, she spit into her palm to lubricate it
again. As she pumped me carefully, she shifted back and forth, and her heavy breasts
swayed in the same rhythm. I watched her wet, pink tongue slide across her lips as the first
thrills spread through my loins and made me quiver.

Groaning shamelessly, I watched my sperm flood out, dripping down her sweet hand onto my belly. My mom milked my cock, running her thumb across the swollen head until the last
pearly drops emerged. Then she rubbed my gooey emission into my skin as if it were some precious lotion. I knew I had made a bit of a rumpus with my moaning and gasping as she jerked my off.

“Oh god, mom,” I panted as she wiped the last wetness off onto my belly, “that was
amazing!”

“I’m sure it was, baby. Now that I took care of you, I want you to hold me and rub my pussy for me.” She shucked off her robe and lay down next to me. Guiding my hand to her hairy pussy, she instructed me how to please her. I began to rub her moist, warm cunt slowly and carefully and found her interior wet and slippery when I pressed a few fingers into her. She and I were in a tight embrace with her body rubbing against mine, becoming damp from our excitement. Our naked perspiring bodies were pressed tightly together, rocking on the bed.

Mom’s breathing became hard, and her hot breath washed across my skin. Soft sighs
became whines and groans. Her pelvis began to grind against my hand faster as she urged me to move my hand more rapidly. Finally, she let out a loud yelp, but quickly mumbled, “Don’t stop!” So I kept on going, producing more groans and moans until she finally pushed my hand away and buried her face in my neck.

We lay like that for a long time. I think we both napped a little before mom got up and put on
her flimsy robe.

“What would you like for supper, baby?” she asked with a big grin.

At my request, mom made us burgers and fries. As we sat there eating, I had some trouble
looking her in the face at first. She noticed my new shyness immediately, and began talking
to me, reassuring my that I had done nothing wrong. We had been merely helping each other out, giving our partners loving pleasure. Mom explained that incest was more common than most people wanted to admit, and many family members enjoyed each other sexually. Of course, such matters were not the business of anyone else, so I understood that I was not to discuss our new relationship with anyone.

“What if dad finds out?” I asked.

“Clark,” mom replied, “I know that your dad is having his own sexual adventures right now.
When soldiers are assigned on a tour like this, they find some friendly Korean lady and
support them like a wife during the tour. I have even heard that some soldiers even have
children with these women, so that they have a second family over there.”

“But,” I asked again, “what if he finds out?”

“I don’t think he will even ask what I have been doing when he comes back, so don’t worry
about it. He won’t want to raise any issues about sexual activity. Just play it cool and keep
mum about it, right?”

“Sure thing, mom.”

She then told me that we could continue helping each other like that, or, if I wanted, I would
find out that the two of us could have a lot more fun. I would also be learning a lot of pleasant activities and become a good lover. After all, some day I would meet girls that I liked and would want to give them the pleasure they deserved.

I began helping her with the supper clean up. It was quite nice, brushing against her and
getting a waft of her sexy perfume. Glancing at her, I could still imagine how she looked
under her clothes. Afterwards we sat next to each other on the couch and watched a few TV
programs and talked quietly. We held hands as though we were on a first date, playing little
games with our fingers. These same fingers had been fondling each other to wonderful
orgasms only a few hours ago.

“Why don’t you go up and take a nice shower, dear, while I straighten up a little down here.
Then you can join me in my bedroom tonight if you want.”

“Okay, I would like that.” My mind was whirling about the possibilities that I might expect,
things I had only heard about in snickering whispers at school.

I don’t know how many steps I took to the bathroom because I felt as if I was floating through
the air. I took a quick, but careful shower and dried off. I pulled on my pajama bottoms and
emerged from the misty bathroom to find the apartment in darkness except for a faint light
coming from beneath my mom’s door.

I tapped lightly and heard mom’s sweet voice invite me in. Opening the door, I found the room lit only by two candles on her bureau. My mother was lying in the bed, covered by a sheet, and propped up by several pillows. She pulled the sheet back on the empty side of the bed as a gesture of invitation. I slid in next to her and lay on my side facing her with my head propped up with one arm.

“We just have to take it slowly, dear, because of my arm, but later when it gets better we can
have quite a vigorous romp in this bed.”

Mom leaned toward me and pressed her lips against mine. I draped my arm around her
naked shoulders as she proceeded to give me stimulating lessons on kissing. Whatever she did, I followed as best I could as a novice. The simple kisses I had experienced with past girls were nothing to this — This was real kissing! Our kissing became more extensive as our lips began to rove more widely. I learned that her lips could stimulate my manly nipples, but not nearly so much as my own moist kisses on her firm breasts excited her. My mother’s body became moist with her growing readiness, and she flung the rest of the sheet away from our hot bodies and hidden, intimate caresses.

Glowing in the soft light, mom began to kiss her way down my body, sticking her tongue into
my belly button as one of her big boobs pressed against my erect penis. Sliding down farther her head bowed down to my manly pole. Her eyes fixed on my own as she planted wet kisses on the dark, swollen cockhead. Mom observed the changes crossing my face and then took the entire head into her mouth. Alternating between kissing the hard shaft along its entire length and taking more and more of my hardened tool into her mouth, she smiled up at me as if enjoying the immense suffering she was imposing on my quivering body. Abruptly, before I exploded, my mother stopped and slid up along side me. She locked her lips to mine and played a nice game with my tongues.

“Okay, baby, now it’s your turn to go down on me,” she informed me as she placed a hand on my head to give me a gentle push in the right direction.

I started to work my way downward, a little confused about what I was supposed to
accomplish when I ultimately reached my goal. After all, my mother had a completely different set of equipment down there. I could not exactly copy what she had done! I did not need to have worried because as soon as my lips were brushing her neatly trimmed pubic hair, she began to whisper instructions as she panted lightly in her own excitement.
“Kiss me, baby, right on those pussy lips, big wet kisses and don’t be afraid to use that nice
wiggly tongue you have either.”

Inviting my closer approach by spreading her legs, she reached down, and her outstretched
fingers ruffled my head encouragingly. I could see those two outer labia parting to allow her
pink, wet folds, glistening with her love juices, to invite my oral attention. Without any more
hesitation, I gave her hot pussy a big slobbering kiss. Soon I was kissing her with enormous eagerness, tasting her womanly excretions with my tongue probing deeply into her. Without her telling me, I pushed a couple of fingers into her, exploring the depth of her slick vagina. Mom began to rock her pelvis against my face. I felt her lift her legs, draping them across my back and allowing their gently weight to press me onward to my lascivious slurping and probing. She was becoming super worked up and was crying out and moaning. I wondered if I was supposed to stop at that point and lie next to her again, but I soon found out otherwise.

“Oh god, baby, make me come… I need to come so bad… Fuck me with those fingers… Don’t
stop, baby! Oh yeah! Lick my cunt more with that tongue! Don’t stop! Ahhhhh!”

In the back of my mind, a little thought flashed that she had not brought me off when she went down on my cock, but it faded, giving way to my overwhelming desire to give her the pleasure she craved. I began shoving my fingers deep into her as my lips and tongue focused on a slick protuberance at the top of her pussy lips.

I heard her cry out, but it was not anything I could understand. I just knew that her body shook, and her heels drummed on my sweaty back. I began to pull back my face only to find her hands pressing me hard against her dripping cunt. I labored onward to give her more.

Eventually, my mom released my head from her passionate embrace. I rose up to see her
body gleaming moistly in the dim illumination. Her chest rose and fell with her panting as her head lolled back and forth on her pillow.

“Are you okay, mom?”

“Oh, yes!” she gasped and held her hands out to invited my embrace. “I’m really just fine!”
It took her about fifteen minutes to get herself together while we cuddled together. We
kissed, and I knew that she could taste herself in my mouth. Then, slowly extricating herself
from my arms, she moved off the bed and knelt on the floor. Pulling my legs over the edge,
she squatted back on her heels and looked up at me lovingly.

“I’m going to pay you back now for what you did to me.”

Mom began kissing the insides of my thighs until my cock was as hard as it ever had been at my horniest moment of my life. Holding onto the head delicately with a few fingers. her lips began to kiss my sperm-filled testicles. Her tongue probed my scrotum, busily pushing my hard nuts around. Sucking each one into her mouth she laved them softly in warm wetness. My fingers dug into the mattress.

I could not help myself in my growing enthusiasm for her lewd actions. I put my hands firmly on her head and combed her soft hair with my fingers as I gazed down, hardly believing I was enjoying such expert and loving ministrations. Pausing briefly, mom lifted her beautiful face and smiled at me. The thin drool on her lips was exquisite. Then she bent over my cock and swallowed it, her lips gradually slipping down to press into my unruly, curly pubic hair. I could feel her doing wonderful things with her throat before she let my mucus-coated shaft slip entirely free of her mouth. Ringing the shaft with her thumb and forefinger, my mom slowly pumped my swollen rod. As she stroked me, she would give my cockhead and frequent wet kiss, then take the head into her mouth. She even found time to smirk at me knowing the desire for release was about to drive me to lose complete control. That was on the verge of happening.

“Baby,” my mother whispered, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Those words were the final stimulus, but mom was quick and had the head back inside her
mouth as the first violent gush emerged. I could see her flinch a little, as if my ejaculation was a surprise, but I did not have time to think about anything but the torrent of creamy syrup that shot into her with each spasm of my groin. As the flow abated, she used her hand to milk me clean, pressing the last few drops from my depleted reservoir of male juices. Then leaning her head backwards, she opened her mouth wide to display the pool of white cream she had gathered from my depleted body.

As I gazed down on her loving face, she closed her lips over her juicy reward and swallowed
the entire mouthful in one gulp. When she opened her lips again, everything had gone away. Her hands reached up and pulled my face to hers. We kissed deeply, and I could taste the residue of my own sperm in her.

We lay together and slept deeply until dawn. I awoke with the need to urinate, and made my
way to the bathroom, causing my morning erection to fade. I rinsed off my cock, washed my
hands and mouth and returned to bed. My movements had awakened my mom. She also
needed to use the bathroom and returned with her tousled hair combed and a fresh
appearance about her.

Without a word, we began kissing once again in the morning twilight. My swollen and flaccid penis was soon ready for more action. Mom’s hand locked around it, and I began to fondle her pussy, finding it slick and wet, ready for more action.

“Well, baby, there is one more big thing for us to do,” mom whispered.

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, lifting her knees at the same time. She guided me between her legs, and, reaching out for my manhood, my mother guided the head right into her juicy cunt. I automatically thrust myself into her going deeper with each gentle shove until I was buried all the way in my mom’s vagina. I could feel the soft membranes gripping me tightly as my balls rested against her ass.

“Mom, this is so great!”

“Yes, baby, so it is, and your big dick is doing a good job on me already.”

Mom began to rock her pelvis under me, and I picked up the same rhythm, driving my penis in and out. Our incestuous coupling was immensely exciting. I never had imagined that my lewd daydreams would ever become reality. She locked her legs around my torso, almost lifting herself off the bed as we bucked against each other violently. I could tell from the previous day’s activities that she was easily reaching her climax. Her orgasmic excitement was contagious, and I came myself, spewing a newly generated load of come into her. Each spasm found me driving my hard cock deep into her belly, as if to pump my fertile juice
directly into her womb. I didn’t even care what the consequence was in my total abandon.

I allowed myself to slump onto her hot body, keeping most of the weight off with my elbows.
Our mouths met and locked with passionate kisses. As my cock lost its turgor and slid from
her, I remembered that I had implanted a rich load of my fertile seed inside my own mother.

“Mom!” I gasped, “What if you, you know, you get pregnant?”

“Don’t worry, dear, that’s not going to happen. Everything is under control.”

That’s the way it was for the entire next year. My mom taught me many things, and I was an
apt student. The next time she showered, I stripped and got in with her. We had loads of fun under the warm spray, giggling and touching and making threats about what we were going to do to the other as soon as we finished.

Mom’s arm was soon better, and I discovered she could be a wild woman in the sack. It was really great. Unlike the other guys, I never got horny and frustrated. My schoolwork improved. I even went out on a few casual dates with girls my own age. I never pressed them to hard to put out, and most seemed to appreciate that. I had a steady after a while and fingered her to little climaxes. Soon I had persuaded her to help me out too, and she would give me a handjob whenever I asked. It was all kind of cute and innocent. Sometimes we would talk about “going all the way,” but I never pressured her to do it.

Anyhow, my dad got back from Korea, so I had to let my mom take care of him almost
exclusively for a month. She would give me a quick handjob or sometimes a blowjob if I told
her I really needed some help. She also confessed that I was a better lover than dad and
promised that we could be together soon. Well, what do you expect, she trained my to do
things her way!

Soon we were lovers again. We were careful and never gave my dad any sign that there was anything unusual going on. Between tumbling in bed with mom and fooling around with my girlfriend, I was a well-cared for young stud. Even when things became more serious with Cindy, my girl, I never could give up mom completely, at least for a number of years. I introduced Cindy to oral pleasures. Soon Cindy was excited about getting on the pill so that we could have intercourse. The affair with my mother finally came to an end when I was in college and mom went with dad on a long tour of duty in Europe.

It had all been just so fine!