This held my attention completely; I was even able to see her nipples clearly, as She wasn’t wearing any bra underneath. I don’t know I had ever really noticed my mother as a woman before but I remember clearly the sight of her nipples in the wet fabric and that afternoon changed how I thought about her for ever. Nipples, breasts! God, how my eighteen-year-old body yearned to see them, to touch them, to squeeze them, to explore them. I was still found breasts fascinating and here I was, staring at my own mother’s breast as it was slowly revealed to my sight. My sex life was already active at that time.
I used to talk with my friends about sex. We used to see some porno magazines secretly. One of the reasons I got job in this video library was that we used to rent blue films cassette from there. I started to fantasies about my mother then, What she looks like without cloths or how it would be to suck those big breasts of my mother or to fuck her. After that it was daily routine to go to the toilet and toss myself off thinking about her. Sure I felt guilty that I was using my Mother’s image to get myself off, but as I look back now I realise that that guilt was what made my pleasure all the more bitter-sweet.
While all this had been happening, my mother had been getting more and more unhappy. Father was gone far away to be changed so I felt I had to find a way to cheer her up, but what could I possibly do?
The turning point was the night that woke me up suddenly. It was around midnight. Something had woken me. I heard noises from my parent’s room. I got up to investigate and when I looked in my percent’s room my mother was sitting up in bed, gently sobbing. Father was fast asleep beside her and so I went to comfort her and kind of stood beside her awkwardly and held her. Mother looked up at me and hugged me to her tightly. We stayed like that for a few moments then I noticed the sensation of her tits against my stomach as I hugged her. I could even feel the nipples through the sheer fabric of blouse.
To my horror, my cock began to rise and pressed against her stomach. I tried to pull away, embarrassed, but my mother hugged me to her tightly as though she never wanted me to go. If she noticed my hard-on she didn’t show it, but the moment I felt her grip relax I pulled away and went back to my room. Father, had not stirred once during this embrace.
I went back to the room and lay there unable to sleep. I was too worried about Mother. I figured that things must be pretty bad if it was keeping her awake. I must have been holding my cock to comfort myself because I realised I had an urgent need down there. I began to jerk myself silently. Images of Mother, her breasts and my hard cock against her soft stomach came to mind and I came explosively, forcing myself not to moan.
Neither of us spoke about the incident the next morning. Father was around but even when he had gone it seemed somehow inappropriate to say anything. as I was out to go to college mother came to close the door and said,