Mothers Day is nearly here, and it brings back great memories. My Mom and I started having s** when I was 14. I had broken both wrists in a bike accident, and need help for everything, get dressed, shower, even to pee. She was there for me and helped me for 8 weeks.
It was then that she saw how big I was down there, and even commented that I was double the size of my Father. She would even give me a handy if I asked her because I was unable. “How is that honey, does that feel good, am I doing it right” she would say to me, and after her expert hand technique I would release usually on her shirt or dress… I think she actually liked when that would happen.
A week later she told me she would help me “relax” but needed to take her shirt of so it did not get my c#m on it. So she would strip off her shirt and underwear and give me a HJ and I would shoot all over her beautiful Br#sts. It was wonderful… She started showing up in my room in just her underwear asking if I needed relief. I always said yes please. Eventually she made up a story at week 4 that her hands were tired and would it be ok if she used her mouth… there she was in her undies S#cking my C#ck, and swallowed all of it when I finished.
Next week she finally just said that all of this relief she was giving me was making her excited, and she needed relief as well. She got undressed and climbed on top of me and started riding my stick. She would turn around and face away from me and I would watch her rear as shipped lifted up and down with me inside of her.
This went on for weeks, nearly every night. Dad worked the night shift, and was an only child and she would make dinner and we would go to my room and do it, sometimes multiple times. There would be so much of my stuff in her, it was running out and down her thighs.
One night I did it 3 times inside of her, and was really tired, but she said wait a minute, Your done but I am not satisfied yet. She climbed up towards my head and sat on my face and told me to lick it all up. So I did it and man she went wild. I must have really hit the spot because she was moaning loud and telling me what a great lover I was. I was soaked in her my juices, swallowed as much as I could. I am pretty sure she climaxed 4-5 times while I was licking her lips down there.
Finally my wrist casts were off. However, she still came to my room every night until I went of to college to get her fill. She educated me in so many ways what to do and how to use the nice tool I had to please her. She has since passed on, but every Mothers Day I think about the great fun we had in bed together.
Thanks Mom!