Have you ever been in a state where you were so utterly satisfied and content that you became oblivious to everything else around you? That’s exactly where I was.
We shared the pillow, my mother and I, as I looked over at her through my squinty eyes, her lips finally turned up into that all knowing and understanding smile that simply seemed to say “Yes, I know.” I smiled back at her briefly, then, suddenly feeling exhausted, I closed my eyes to rest.
I hadn’t felt tired and in fact, I had been wound up so tightly since yesterday, sleep was the very last thing on my mind. But as she stroked my forehead and pushed the hair out of my eyes, I realized just how exhausted I was. Maybe it was the intense, almost non-stop excitement since yesterday, or maybe it was the fact that she had just shaken my entire world as I lay there, offering my bottom to her.
In any event, she must have either noticed or anticipated my exhaustion because she stayed with me for only a few minutes more before she softly said “Baby, let’s slip that out of you now so you can relax your legs. Just stay where you are and I’ll take care of everything.”
I felt her move behind me and her soft, familiar touch returned, caressing my back as she did before she took my innocence. I only felt a slight pressure in my ass when she turned the harness from side to side as she slowly withdrew it. There was no pain or discomfort whatsoever, and when she pulled the dildo free from my butt, I felt…. well, I guess the best way to describe it is ’empty’. I expected her to say something, make a gesture or come back and lie down with me again, but she stepped off the end of the bed and disappeared into her bathroom.
I heard her turn on the water at the basin. Letting it run, she came back out and sat on the bed and reached for her panties. “Don’t forget these, sweetheart,” she said with a knowing smile as she handed them to me, “you never know when they’ll come in handy.”
I opened up my left hand and she placed the panties into my palm and closed my fingers around them as if she was giving me her most valued possession to hold for safe keeping. It was an incredibly touching sensation – the way her soft and warm hands closed up around my own.
Leaving the water running in her bathroom, she moved fully onto the bed and moved up next to me. Touching my shoulder she said “I just need to get that condom off you and then you can stretch out. Bear with me for a minute, sweetie.”
She didn’t take more than a whole ten seconds to pull the condom from my spent and soft cock. I felt it slip right off. She didn’t bother to even try to roll the sheath down at all, I think she just put her hand around my shaft, grabbed the tip and pulled it off.
Moving back up toward my head, I heard her gasp and then giggle. Bending over to hold the condom up so I could see it, she remarked “Good thing we put a condom on you, huh?”
That was an understatement if I had ever heard one. As it hung in front of me, I could see the condom was full with at least an inch of my fluids, a mixture of pre-cum and the catchings of my flowing ejaculation. “Bobby,” she remarked, “that’s a hell of a lot of cum!”
“I’ll just keep this for later.” She said, as she stepped back off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom again. I heard her turn off the water at the sink and she came out with a wash cloth and reached over to my backside to wipe off the lube that was all over my bottom. “Okay,” she continued, “go ahead and stretch your legs out behind you and just relax for a while. They might be stiff when you first move them, but, you’ll be fine in a minute. Go ahead, sweetie.” She urged.
She was right as usual. As I tried to slide my legs, I felt the stiffness and stopped. Helping me, she moved my knees closer together and then straightened them out under me as I pushed them back. Finally, I lowered my hips to the mattress and let my head sink into the pillows once again.
Watching her walk back into her bathroom, I closed my eyes and rested.
When I awoke, she was standing next to the bed looking at me, smiling as she tilted her head to the side, brushing her hair. Now fully dressed in her ‘mom’ clothes, she asked “Have a little nap, did we?”
I only smiled as I looked back at her. I didn’t know how long I slept, but, it must have been a while because she had enough time to take a shower and get dressed. “Bobby,” she said, “I’m not trying to sound crass, but, don’t you love that ‘just fucked’ feeling?”
I smiled at her question and simply nodded my head ‘yes’. And, it was true. I did feel like I was ‘just fucked’. It’s hard to describe, but the feeling I had was a mixture of submission, acceptance, accomplishment and satisfaction. I hoped she was, in some way, deeply affected, too, given they way she skillfully performed such an intimate and taboo act. I wanted to verbalize my feelings with her, but I knew she already knew.
She looked at the clock on her dresser and told me I needed to get cleaned up, too, before my father and sister got home from their fishing trip. “Come on, sweetie,” she continued, “I ran you a nice, hot bath in the other bathroom. You can relax and soak in there for a while before they get home. I’ll bring you a cold drink and help you wash up if you’re not too embarrassed to let your ol’ Mom give you a bath.”
Setting her brush down, she reached out to me with her hand. “Come on, baby,” she urged, “we don’t want them to catch you with your panties pulled down like that, do we?”
I reached my hand out to her and she pulled me up. As I moved, I caught a whiff of the perfume she dabbed on me, and it suddenly brought everything back in vivid, living color the way she dressed me up in white for my deflowering, led me to her bed, lubed me up and then made love to my ass. What an incredible gift.
Struggling to get off the bed with my panties still down below my hips, I was finally able to right myself with her help. “All petered out, I see.” She observed, looking down at my cock. “I was really worried you were never going to go soft, sweetheart. I’m glad you finally worked all that off…. but,” she added, “I have to admit it was fun keeping you hard and erect.” She giggled as she reached down and held my cock, telling me, “You have such a beautiful penis, sweetie.”
She led me into the bathroom in the hallway, the one my sister and I normally use. It’s usually cluttered with curling irons, tissues, makeup, brushes and an assortment of other ‘girl things’ my sister leaves out, but it was spotless now. The bath tub was full, and I felt the warmth from the hot water hovering in the bathroom as soon as we entered. There was a slight sheen on top of the water and as she bent down to check the temperature, she swirled it around in circles with her hand. “I put just a smidge of bath oil in the water. Not much,” she added, “but I think it’s enough to cover the smell of the perfume. They’ll just think I was in here shaving my legs, or something.”
Looking in the bathroom mirror, I saw myself. The bra she dressed me in was still snuggly around my chest and as I turned myself this way and that to see my reflection, she laughed. Turning her way, she took my hand and pulled me to her. “Quit admiring that person in the mirror,” she said, “let’s get your sexy self undressed and into the tub.”
She reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my sister’s cotton panties and whisked them down, past the thigh highs, and they settled on the floor. I stepped out of them as she reached down to pick them up. Mocking my actions when I sniffed her panties earlier, she held mine to her nose in an exaggerated fashion and inhaled deeply, looking up at me as she did. “Oh, mom” I said, “I’m sure they aren’t as good as yours.” Her playful way of imitating me made me smile and appreciate her gentle and understanding handling of me.
Closing the lid and sitting on top the toilet seat, she patted her lap and told me to put one of my feet up. As I lifted my right leg to her, she put her fingers in the top of the thigh high stocking and pulled it down, gathering it as she went. Slipping it off my foot, I lifted the other leg and she removed that stocking, too. Then standing up, she moved behind me and reached for the clasp of the tiny bra. I expected her to undo it and slip it off my shoulders, but she surprised me when she grabbed the bra strap, pulled it away from my back and let it snap against my skin as she keeled over in laughter. “I’m sorry, Bobby”, she said in between sits of laughter, “I couldn’t resist that. When I was a teenager, everyone used to snap each other’s bra strap.” Somehow, I didn’t understand the humor in it, but she obviously did, and as I watched, she continued to giggle. At one point, she almost doubled over she was laughing so hard. Her amusement was eventually contagious and after a few seconds, I was laughing, too.
“I guess no one does that anymore, huh?” She asked when she regained her composure. Trying hard to keep a straight face she said “Never mind, baby, let’s get you in the bath.”
She turned me back towards the mirror and stood behind me. Reaching her arms around my chest and placing her palms over the cups of my sister’s bra, she hugged me into her, pulling me back as her fingers squeezed the empty cups. “I remember when your sister got her first bra, Bobby. It was such a big day for her, as it is for any girl. She didn’t have much more on top than you do now maybe a little more puffiness, but she was so proud of that bra, and she was so happy. She wore that same bra for three days straight before I made her take it off so I could wash it. And, this is a first for you, Bobby – to go along with all your other firsts. I know how excited you were to put this on, but you need to be careful about wearing a bra around your sister and your father… at least until you decide some things.”
“I know,” I replied. “I’ve been thinking about when we should talk to Dad. Do you think we should do that soon?” I asked.