As the builders moved in, my wife and I managed to work around them, that was until the second week when the bath was removed to allow for pipe work and tiling. I thought they would have put the shower in before removing the bath, but here we were with no way to bathe and seeking alternatives. Luckily the solution lived close by and we arranged to drop into my mothers each day and use her shower. It was Thursday and as I was off work that day so I dropped by a little later than usual. As I rang the doorbell there was no answer and I swore quietly under my breath thinking everyone was out, but my anger turned quickly to relief as my mother opened the door. The feeling of the shower was wonderful after the coldness outside and I rapidly set about washing. When I turned the shower off I realized that I hadn’t taken the towel out of my bag and even though there were two hanging up I couldn’t bring myself to use them. With the water dripping off me I cautiously opened the bathroom door, the coast was clear and I managed to make it to the bedroom. As I stood there naked and wet struggling with the zipper on my bag I never heard my mother coming up the stairs. “Nice view,” she said causing me to jump. I turned around covering my privates with my hands, “mom do you mind, this is a little embarrassing,” I said knowing my face was blushing. “You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before,” she replied with a laugh. “Yes but that was when I was a child, I’m now 51 years old, so would you mind letting me finish.” My mother stood still, looking me over as if I was a used car she was inspecting. She was 70 years old and to be honest, the years had been good to her, where as my father had aged significantly since his heart attack last year. “Mom, do you mind,” I said indicating with my head for her to leave. “Sorry son, I haven’t seen one of them for a few years,” she said looking down at my hands. “Well you still haven’t,” I replied looking around for something more substantial to cover myself with. She moved towards me and held her hand out, “give me your hand,” she demanded. I was surprised and confused, what the hell was she doing, my mother was tempting me. “Take your hands away and put them at your side,” she said and I ignored her. She took a step closer and I took a step back, my legs came in contact with the bed and I lost my balance and fell backwards. The bounce on the bed caused my hands to move leaving me exposed. My mother saw her chance and pounced on me pinning me to the bed, I could have easily pushed her off but I was afraid of hurting her. She grabbed my arms, pinned to my side as my mother moved her face close to mine. “Don’t you move or I’ll squeeze these so hard your eyeballs will pop out,” she said as she moved one hand to grip my balls tight. She released my arm but tightened her grip on my balls, I was immobilized and trapped naked by my mother. Her other hand began caressing my c***, it felt nice, but also it felt wrong. The more she touched it, the harder it was getting, and I couldn’t control it. “You like that don’t you. Would you like me to jack you off, or would you prefer for me to s*** you off,” she asked. “Neither, just let me go please, this is wrong, you’re my mother for Christ’s sake.

Her tongue made contact with the tip of my c***, then her lips engulfed me and she began sucking and licking my now very stiff c***. She managed to get one arm out of her gown and then changed hands until she was able to remove her gown completely without once letting go of my balls. Beneath it she was naked, her t*** drooped a little but for her age, but still looked good. “Now sweetie, I’m going to slowly move my p**** into position and you are going to let me f*** you, do you understand?” “Mom please don’t do this, it’s wrong, it’s bad,” I pleaded but to no avail. I couldn’t stop her doing whatever she wanted and she had no intention of stopping as she moved her p**** above my erect c*** and then lowered it down until my c*** slipped into her very wet p****. I experienced a sensation of extreme pleasure mixed with extreme guilt that my mother was f****** me. Each time she thrust back down onto my c***, my eyes were transfixed watching the undulations of her t***. Slowly but surely the rhythm of her movements was bringing me closer and closer to release, a release that I wanted but not like this, not with my mother. “I bet you fantasized about f****** me when you were young, didn’t you,” she asked as she continued her bouncing up and down on my c***. The truth is I had, but my answer was no. She leaned forward so that her t*** touched my chest. They felt warm against my skin, my mind was in total confusion, while my c*** responded to her actions. “Come on tell me how much you like me f****** you, tell me to make you c**, explode inside me, let me feel your c** erupting in my p****,” she said as if she was a mad person. She bit down on my n***** causing me to let out a yelp, “tell me how much you are enjoying it,” she said once more. “I like it, I like you f****** me, f*** me hard, drain me dry, I love you f****** me, I love your p**** clamped around my c***.” My own words were bringing me closer to o*****, I’m going to c**, I’m going to fill your p****!” The final word sent me over the edge, calling my mother’s v***** her p**** was the final word that left me uncontrollable. My o***** started in my balls, flew along my c*** and ended up exploding in my brain like jolts of electricity. My c** shot into her p**** and she also came, each spasm of her body causing her p**** to clamp tight around my c***. She collapsed on my body, slumping forward she brought her lips to mine and began kissing me passionately, our tongues entwined like lovers, instead of what we were, mother and son. The kissing and pressure of her p**** around my c*** had begun to quickly revive me. Noticing this she rolled off me so that she was lying on her back next to me. “I think you should f*** me now, get yourself between your mothers legs and give it to me,” she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I don’t know why, but I was eager to satisfy her needs. I rolled over and sucked her n****** one after the other. “F*** me, I want your c*** inside me, I need your c*** inside me, I want to be fucked by you,” she said with eagerness. I moved my body up and ran my c*** along her slit, she thrust upwards and my c*** slid easily into her already stretched p****. I was f****** my mother again and I didn’t care, each thrust I made into her p**** caused louder and louder groans to escape her mouth. “Oh my god, I’m c******, f*** me harder, make me c**, OH MY GOD!” she bellowed as her o***** blasted through her body. I came shortly after and as my sperm splattered inside her, she again came once more. I lay on top of my mother, our breathing slowly coming back to normal, our sweaty bodies becoming glued together. “Thanks honey, anytime you want a f***, just come and see me, you can f*** me anytime you want.” I left the house, my feelings about what had happened were confused. I had just had great s** with my mom and I didn’t feel guilty at all, if anything I was eager to do it again.