I made no judgement, but whilst driving I glanced in her direction, the tightness of her jeans, the curve of her breast and the smoothness of her cheek as it caught the sun. And admitted I too had had an enjoyable day.
It would only get better.
*
A light meal at dinnertime, neither of us hungry after the feast we’d partaken. When early evening she entered the living room in her nightie and casually asked what I was watching, I caught myself and refrained from saying, ‘her.’ Some mindless game show played on the television but it was my mother where my interests lay.
She’d probably done it before in my presence, opening a small container of skin cream and applying it to her feet and legs as she one-by-one rested them on the coffee table. But I had certainly never paid such close attention. With her eyes on the screen, I was able to watch her process. Her fingers well lathered up, sliding between her tiny toes, massaging the soles of her feet and up onto her calves and eventually thighs. A leg raised onto the couch, her nightie sliding down to her hip. The briefest glimpse of what looked like white satin panties. I adjusted my penis to a more comfortable position as it twitched into life.
She applied more cream to her fingers and worked on her elbows and arms, finally wringing her hands together before screwing tight the lid. The show over, I risked a brief rub of my cock and just as it’d been earlier in the day, it was at that exact moment she chose to look in my direction.
“Oh God, I forgot all about you,” she proclaimed and I felt myself blush.
“W…what?” I stammered, subtly removing my hand from my dick.
“Your…well your testicles. Do they still hurt Darling?” She asked.
“Oh. No, it’s fine, ah they’re fine,” I fumbled.
“You’re sure? You wouldn’t keep anything from me? You can tell me, I’m your mother.”
“No, it’s all good,” I admitted but her eyes remained on my groin. I looked down myself and wasn’t unimpressed. My brown cords tight, I bulged out the fly handsomely I noted, penis, even balls quite defined.
Mom seemed to let it go, glancing back at the television before her eyes alighted on the container of skin cream.
“You should rub some of this in,” she suggested. “It’s aloe. It’ll be soothing.”
Just when I thought we’d moved on; she’d focused right back on the issue.
“I really don’t think I need to Mom,” I made a final denial but she seemed to be on a mission.
“Nonsense. I know how hard I hit you Honey. I could’ve really down some damage,” she rose from her armchair and moved the couple of paces to stand right before me. “Now come on. Pants down Mister. Let me take care of it.”
“W…what?” I repeated.
“Oh, don’t be shy. Come on, you’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Working on pure motorized instinct, I undid my button and fly and lifted my bottom off the couch as I slid my pants down mid-thigh. For a moment it seemed quite natural, exposing myself to my mother. Almost as if I was visiting a doctor. But when she scooped up a large amount of the cream and looked down upon my groin, reality kicked in and I made to cover my hardening cock with a hand.
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