Soon enough though I started to struggle as mom’s tongue was more stronger, hers pressing down on mine in an unequal wrestling match. Mom knowing this started to stick her tongue down the back of my mouth as a joke while she made repeated movements imitating a thrusting male member, which again made my head fill with erotic thoughts.
When fully recovered mom got off my chest then asked
“How was it?, did you enjoy it?”
“It was brilliant mom, thanks.” I said thanking mom for this once in a lifetime event. Mom pecked me on the cheek and said
“I think that’s it then, we better get dressed and get back to normal because as I said before no one can ever know about this Mat ok?”
Agreeing with mom about this she then got off me and we went about our routine for the rest of the day. Escorting me back downstairs, mom then gave us each a quick wash-down in the shower then after walking into the front room, dressed us both.
The day after I did indeed have my casts off and finally had normality come back into my life. It was only when I first showered myself that I realised how lucky I was to have a mom like mine. Not many mothers would have done what mine did for me for those 6 weeks while my arms were in plaster, which not only made me feel privileged but extremely honoured, and even to
this day despite being married I still sometimes think back to my and mom’s encounters in the bath and bedroom.
THE END
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