Taking care of mom and her curves
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
Not long ago I went skiing with my mom. She had promised me the trip if I took my driving license before I turned 19 and if I not started smoking, promises I did fulfill. Until the last day it was an absolutely fabulous trip, but sadly mom fell on the last day and broke her right hand and strained the left one heavily. She had both hands bandaged leaving just some of the fingers on her left hand out, but still with very limited mobility. Luckily for her I still lived at home and could help her out. Instead of me being the lazy son living at home, I suddenly would have to fix everything from cooking, cleaning and shopping. So much time for video games, porn and friends, I thought.
My mom is 43 years old and about 5'' 6' tall, she is curvy with both voluptuous butt and bosom. Her bra size is something I have known since way back, it measures 75E and probably a bit heavy to carry for her even though she is quite good shape and strong from regular classes at the gym. I had never thought about her more than a regular mom; of course I have noticed her curves and glanced at them the few times she wore anything revealing. Since I am 19 my interest in women or more exactly, girls, has been ever increasing. Not long ago mom came home early from her work to discover me watching a move in the living room naked with my just short of 8 inch cock in my hand, streaming from my computer to the 46'' screen some big tit focused movie. The incident was really embarrassing but mom did the best to not make too much of a big deal of it.
It got clear quite soon when we came home that she would need help with a lot of things. To start with she couldn't even dress or undress by herself since her hands was acing. She called for me from the bathroom, "John, can you come please. I need your help." I went upstairs and opened the door to the bathroom. "This was harder than I thought, the cardigan and my socks I could manage to remove myself, but the rest, you will have to help me for some days until I get better in my hands." Poor mom, I thought. "Okay, you mean your jeans?” "Yes, start with them, you will have to unbutton and trickle them down over my hips, then I should be able to do it with my toes." It was a weird situation, she was my mom, but I hadn't touched her like this before.
I was a bit surprised that it turned me on. I unbuttoned and tried to get them of her while standing on my knees before her. "They must have shrunk when I washed them she said ironically". I laughed while I finally got them below the hips. This revealed that she was wearing satin hipsters which fitted really well on her butt, it actually looked quite sexy. "I can't sleep in this bra John, why they can't they make comfortable bras, it is 2013 for god’s sake." "I have no clue, turn around" I said and started lifting her jersey so I could reach for the straps. When I unhooked them I could feel the weight of her boobs pulling the straps by gravity. "I thought I could use my bath robe, it should be easy to put on and off even for a cripple like me.
Just help me with the jersey now." I did as she said and pulled the shirt over her head and she got rid of her bra with her two visible fingers. My old mom was now standing in front of me wearing only well fitting hipsters and her back against me, why did this give me a hard on? She woke me from my paralysis. "Hello, can you hold up the robe for me dear?" When I reached for it and she held her arms out I caught a glance of her heavy tits in the bathroom mirror, wow, they are really huge with a nicely shaped hang, I thought.
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
Not long ago I went skiing with my mom. She had promised me the trip if I took my driving license before I turned 19 and if I not started smoking, promises I did fulfill. Until the last day it was an absolutely fabulous trip, but sadly mom fell on the last day and broke her right hand and strained the left one heavily. She had both hands bandaged leaving just some of the fingers on her left hand out, but still with very limited mobility. Luckily for her I still lived at home and could help her out. Instead of me being the lazy son living at home, I suddenly would have to fix everything from cooking, cleaning and shopping. So much time for video games, porn and friends, I thought.
My mom is 43 years old and about 5'' 6' tall, she is curvy with both voluptuous butt and bosom. Her bra size is something I have known since way back, it measures 75E and probably a bit heavy to carry for her even though she is quite good shape and strong from regular classes at the gym. I had never thought about her more than a regular mom; of course I have noticed her curves and glanced at them the few times she wore anything revealing. Since I am 19 my interest in women or more exactly, girls, has been ever increasing. Not long ago mom came home early from her work to discover me watching a move in the living room naked with my just short of 8 inch cock in my hand, streaming from my computer to the 46'' screen some big tit focused movie. The incident was really embarrassing but mom did the best to not make too much of a big deal of it.
It got clear quite soon when we came home that she would need help with a lot of things. To start with she couldn't even dress or undress by herself since her hands was acing. She called for me from the bathroom, "John, can you come please. I need your help." I went upstairs and opened the door to the bathroom. "This was harder than I thought, the cardigan and my socks I could manage to remove myself, but the rest, you will have to help me for some days until I get better in my hands." Poor mom, I thought. "Okay, you mean your jeans?” "Yes, start with them, you will have to unbutton and trickle them down over my hips, then I should be able to do it with my toes." It was a weird situation, she was my mom, but I hadn't touched her like this before.
I was a bit surprised that it turned me on. I unbuttoned and tried to get them of her while standing on my knees before her. "They must have shrunk when I washed them she said ironically". I laughed while I finally got them below the hips. This revealed that she was wearing satin hipsters which fitted really well on her butt, it actually looked quite sexy. "I can't sleep in this bra John, why they can't they make comfortable bras, it is 2013 for god’s sake." "I have no clue, turn around" I said and started lifting her jersey so I could reach for the straps. When I unhooked them I could feel the weight of her boobs pulling the straps by gravity. "I thought I could use my bath robe, it should be easy to put on and off even for a cripple like me.
Just help me with the jersey now." I did as she said and pulled the shirt over her head and she got rid of her bra with her two visible fingers. My old mom was now standing in front of me wearing only well fitting hipsters and her back against me, why did this give me a hard on? She woke me from my paralysis. "Hello, can you hold up the robe for me dear?" When I reached for it and she held her arms out I caught a glance of her heavy tits in the bathroom mirror, wow, they are really huge with a nicely shaped hang, I thought.