“Be a dear and throw everything in the laundry, will you, sweetheart,” his mother said once he’d helped her into the en-suite and she’d peeled off the nurse’s outfit. “I don’t know if that can be saved after what they did to it, but we’ll see.” She gave him a shrug and a smile as he picked up the dress and nylons off the floor.
“What uh… what about the sheets?” Elliott asked as he gestured over his shoulder. He felt himself flushing as he asked the question, which required his mother to think about how the sheets had come to be that way.
“Oh God, yes. They’re quite a mess, aren’t they?” She paused as Elliott nodded. “Can you take care of that for me, sweetie?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks, baby. I need this shower real bad.” With a nod to the door of the room, his mother turned and made her way over to the big glass-walled shower.
Elliott realized he was being dismissed so he quietly retreated from the room and tossed the soiled clothing into the laundry basket in the corner of her walk-in closet. He pulled the soiled sheets off the bed and stuffed them into the washing machine. He went to the hallway linen closet and pulled out another set of sheets, navy blue this time. He heard the shower running as he made up the bed and stacked up her decorative pillows against the headboard, just the way she liked. He checked the time and realized it was getting close to nine o’clock. After the day his mother had been through, he had the feeling that once she got out of the shower, she’d be done for the night. She must be exhausted. He thought about his own hard cock and the fact that he felt like he needed to get off again, but he decided not to do anything about it, not just yet anyway. He closed the door behind him to give his mother her privacy as he left her room, figuring that was likely the last he’d see of her for the night.
Elliott made his way downstairs and made himself a bowl of cereal. He often had that for a snack before bed. He heard the water stop running in the shower as he sat at the table and ate. When he was done, he stuck his bowl in the dishwasher and turned off all the lights before heading upstairs. As he passed the door to his mother’s room, he heard the sound of her hair dryer coming from within. He figured it had probably taken her a fair bit of effort to wash all the cum out of her hair, and she didn’t want to go to bed with it wet. He pictured her sitting in her chair in front of her dressing table, hands raised above her head as she worked the hair dryer. Since she’d just gotten out of the shower, she was probably naked, and with her hands raised, those spectacular tits of her would be lifted up provocatively, those succulent cherry-red nipples pointing forwards and upwards, begging for a mouth to latch on. Elliott wished he was kneeling in front of her right now, leaning forward to slip his lips over those stiff buds, jerking himself off at the same time. Fuck, his mother was beautiful. Nobody could even come close to comparing with her, and it was starting to appear that Jamal and the other two felt the same.
Secured in the privacy of his room, Elliott booted up his computer and started in on his favorite hobby, Photoshopping his mom’s face onto pictures of busty models. Well, it had been his favorite hobby, until the last couple of days, when having his mouth plastered against his mother’s pussy and bum had booted that Photoshop hobby permanently down a notch or two. He’d just finished adjusting the skin tone of the second photo he’d been working on, one with a stacked model wearing a gorgeous black and red merry widow corset, when he heard his phone ping, signifying a text message. He looked down at the display and saw that it was from his mother. He picked up the phone and clicked on the message:
Elliott, if you’re still awake, come and see me.
He put his phone down and rushed to his mother’s room. Once again, she was lying propped up against the headboard. He’d made the bed up fully after changing the sheets, but he noticed right away that the covers were pushed down, with only the navy blue sheet covering her to the waist. His eyes immediately went to her massive breasts, which were provocatively on display in another one of the satiny chemises that she liked to wear to sleep in, this one in a glorious shiny baby blue. He could see her voluminous mounds hanging full and heavy against the smooth light-blue satin. The protruding buds of her nipples could be seen clearly, even from his spot fully across the room. The golden glow from the bedside lamps cast teasing shadows on her midsection, the bold difference between light and dark emphasized by the imposing shelf of her tits.
Elliott looked up at his mother’s face, which she’d scrubbed clean in the shower. Even in its childlike state, with her warm blue eyes and full sexy mouth, she was still stunningly beautiful. She’d blown her hair mostly dry, and her golden locks framed her pretty face attractively. Her hair was still damp at the tips, the dark ends making her blonde hair appear sexily wolf-like as the damp tips fell teasingly on her shoulders.
“You uh… you wanted to see me, Mom?” Elliott asked as he stood inside the door, his hand still on the handle.
“Yes dear. Come over here and sit with me for a minute.” Tanya patted a spot on the bed next to her. She waited until Elliott was seated and looking at her before she spoke again. “Sweetheart, I want to apologize to you.”
Elliott couldn’t keep the confused look off his face. “Apologize? What for?”
“Earlier, you know, after the boys left and you came in and, well, you know. When you took care of Mommy the way you do. Well, I forgot about you, and the way you must be feeling after doing that.”
Elliott immediately started shaking his head. “No, Mom, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about me at all. Like I said, I love doing that for you, and I’ll do it any time you want, and you don’t have to worry about what I might need at all.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Tanya said as she reached out and tenderly traced her fingertip along Elliott’s cheek. “I know you’ve told me how much you like that doing that for me, and trust me, I love it too. But I realized this last time, I never let you… you know, take care of things down there.” She nodded down towards his midsection.
“That’s okay, Mom. Like I said, you don’t need to worry about me like that.” Elliott actually felt a little guilty. She had no idea he’d jerked off all over her bum when she’d been passed out.
“But you did get excited doing it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Tanya purposely took her index finger and traced the red-tipped nail down along the enticing line of her cleavage, getting Elliott’s attention immediately.
Elliott saw that bewitching twinkle in her eye before his eyes were drawn magnetically to her hand. He felt himself gulp as he looked at her fingernail moving teasingly back and forth along that deep line between her huge breasts. “Yes, I uh… of course I got excited.”
“But Mommy forgot to let you do anything about it,” Tanya said as she put on a little pout, her full bottom lip pushed out as she looked at him with doe-like eyes. She brought her other hand up to her chest and cupped both her breasts, lifting them forward as if offering them to her son. “You can do something about that now, if you like?”
Elliott stared at her massive tits, mesmerized and in love with the voluminous mounds. “I… I can?”
“Sure, baby. How about you take our cock out and jerk a nice load out for Mommy all over these.” Tanya reached inside the cups of the chemise and drew her breasts out one at a time, letting them settle over the full breadth of her chest as they sat outside her sexy nightgown.
“Are you sure that’s okay, Mom? You sure you wouldn’t mind?” Elliott said as he started to turn and get onto his knees beside her.
“Not at all, sweetheart. I’d love it, actually.” With her tits fully on display, Tanya slowly ran her hands over them, caressing her heavy breasts and provocatively toying with her nipples as she watched her son tear open his pants and pull out his cock, which was already stiff and throbbing. She turned and looked directly at Elliott, that illicitly sinful twinkle in her eye once more. “You won’t have a problem cleaning up Mommy’s boobs when you’re all done, will you, baby?”
“No, not at all,” Elliott quickly replied as he got to his knees right beside her propped-up body, his hands working quickly to undo his zipper. He tore open the flaps of his pants and drew out his cock, the engorged tip already dripping precum.
“That’s my sweet boy,” Tanya said seductively as she continued to fondle her own breasts, her delicate fingers looking alluringly sex as she caressed her big mounds.
Elliott immediately started jacking his surging erection, his eyes glued to his mother’s huge breasts. He watched her toy with her nipples, tweaking them into stiffness.
“Mmm, my nipples are so sensitive and they feel really hot and itchy.” Tanya looked up at her son, a look of pure innocence in her eyes as she fingered her puffy red nipples. “Sweetie, do you have any kind of cream that I can put on them to help take care of that nasty little itch?”
Elliott had been incredibly turned on by her suggestive talk and behavior, but those last few words did it. “OH FUCK, MOM…,” he gasped out as he started to come. He pointed the enflamed knob at her tits just in time. The first rope of cum shot forth and hit the breast nearest him, the milky strand reaching all the way over to the other one and beyond, the end dropping onto the sheet on the other side of her. Elliott quickly adjusted his aim, shooting the next bolt of spunk right into her cleavage, the heavy wad of semen landing with a noticeable splat on her soft flesh.