“Of course,” I replied.
“Good. I’m going to get started now. Don’t move a muscle. I don’t want to lose this pose.”
My mother got down on her knees, directly in front of me. She didn’t waste any time and immediately grabbed the base of my throbbing erection with both hands. Her hands felt soft. I’ve always known they were soft since she likes to touch me a lot. But feeling her hands on my cock was something else entirely.
It was a surreal sight. My beautiful mother was actually stroking me. Her hands looked small and delicate wrapped around my erection. Her eyes were gazing at my cock, as if she were studying it to paint later. She looked very pretty under the natural sunlight coming through the window, and she was giving me a handjob of all things.
“That feels good,” I blurted out.
“Well that’s the point,” she replied. “The sooner we get this over with, the better.”
The taboo was unbelievable. I was naked in front of my mother, and she was on her knees jerking me off. The thrill of that only made me harder, which I think surprised her. Her slow and gentle strokes suddenly became faster and harder.
“Just like that,” I moaned. “Keep doing that.”
“You’re in some mood today. Do you always get this aroused?”
“Not usually.”
“Just do me a favor and try to hurry up.”
A wicked thought came to mind. I’ve always wanted to see my mother in various states of undress, but I never had the opportunity. She was always so careful with keeping her body covered, despite having such an open minded view of nudity. So I took a chance.
“Do you think you can help me finish?” I asked, unsure of how to choose my words.
She raised an eyebrow while continuing to stroke me. “What do you think I’m doing right now?”
“I mean, this will be a lot faster if you showed me something. I’m a very visual person, just like you. I’m used to seeing something adult oriented.”
“Watching me give you a handjob isn’t visual enough?” she asked sharply. “You should be thankful that I’m even doing this.”
Her hands continued to stroke me. It was tough having a conversation while she was jerking me off because of how good it felt, and how awkward it was. But it was worth the effort.
“I am thankful. All I’m saying is that this would be much faster. Lately you’ve always been talking about how nudity isn’t a big deal. It’s kind of unfair that I’m the only one naked here.”
She continued stroking my shaft in a very sensual way. She didn’t reply immediately. I could see in her eyes that she was thinking. Her hands suddenly stopped, and I was afraid that my over aggressiveness stopped her.
“You’re right,” she replied. “I would be a hypocrite if I refused. You’ve always been so helpful to me, and I realize this is difficult and embarrassing for you to be my nude model.”
My mom reached down and pulled her shirt up to the top of her chest, then she lifted up her bra, causing her breasts to hang down. It was the very first time that I had ever seen her beautiful breasts. They were long, and slightly sagging. Her areolas were wide and light brown. And her nipples were large and brown. I could see her large brown nipples hardening, either from exposure or arousal.