I Care for my Embarrassed Mother

I Care for my Embarrassed Mother

Son home health cares for his mother after she broke her arm.

"Somewhere over the rainbow..."

After a rainstorm, there's always a silver lining. Sometimes, there's even a rainbow on a bright sun shining day. My rainstorm was when my mother broke her arm and wasn't able to do all of the things that she used to do, the cooking, cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, and running errands. I had to step up and do all of that.

As nervous as I was sexually excited, my silver lining was that I had to dress, undress, and bathe her. Having never seen anything of my mother before, every day, I saw her in her bra and panties. I saw her topless. I saw her naked.

My rainbow was, until her cast was removed, she asked me to sleep with her in her bed to help her to the bathroom. Every night, I cuddled her. Every night, I spooned her. Every night I rested my erect, naked cock against her shapely, naked ass while holding her breast and fingering her erect nipple through her nightgown.

My sun shining days were that I eventually had sex, regular sex, every morning, and every evening sex with my mother. With me always having an erection that tented my pajama bottoms, it all started when she asked me if I wanted her to masturbate me as her thanks for helping her. Then, when I couldn't cum because I was uncomfortably embarrassed that my mother was giving me a hand job, she asked me if I wanted her to suck me.

Again, something I thought would never happen, because of all of my good deeds and the daily help that I gave her, my mother blew me out of her appreciation. She stroked my cock while sucking my cock. She allowed me to cum in her beautiful mouth. Then, she swallowed my cum.

Finally, when she removed my stiff prick from her mouth, I ejaculated a second load of cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her enormous, naked breasts. I gave my MILF of a mother a cum bath. She dripped with my semen from her hair, her eyebrows, her nose, her lips, and her chin that pooled on her naked breasts.

I love my mother, and she loves me. Yet, I don't love her in the way that a son loves his mother. I love her in the way that a man loves a woman. She doesn't love me in the way that a mother loves her son. She loves me in the way that a woman loves a man.

# # #

My name is Danny. I'm 24-years-old and I take care of my 48-year-old mother, Elizabeth, after she had broken her left arm. As she's right-handed, it's a good thing that she had broken her left arm and not her right arm. Only the doctor said that it will take about 12 weeks to heal before he can remove her cast. Twelve weeks in an uncomfortable cast is a long time. Twelve weeks is an entire season.

Fortunately for her, with me still living at home, and with me, seemingly a mama's boy, I do everything she asks me to do without question. Never thinking that I would be, I'm still living with my mother at home after my father divorced her fifteen-years ago. With rents, food, and basic necessities so expensive, we could never make it on our own. As if I'm her husband or her boyfriend instead of her son, we lived together while sharing the living expenses.

Sometimes, I can't believe that I'm living with my mother. Difficult for me to date, I don't have anywhere to take a woman. Most women laugh at me when I tell them that I'm still living at home with my mother.

Yet now that she's an invalid, albeit temporarily, for most everyday things, she needs me. Never turning my back on my mother, especially during her time of need, I have to help her. With her arm in a cast, she's helpless to do the things that she used to do. I feel bad for her.

Fortunately for me, as if I'm reliving one of my favorite movies, Spanking the Monkey, where a mother breaks her leg and her son must help her undress, dress, and help her shower, I'm living my incestuous fantasy with my mother. I have to undress and dress her. I have to bathe her while touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother and a mother should never allow a son to touch and feel her.

Instead of her doing the cooking, the cleaning, the dusting, the vacuuming, the laundry, the grocery shopping, and running errands, I do all of that now. Literally, overnight, I've become the woman of the house. Yet, something that I masturbate over seeing every day, multiple times a day, my reward is seeing my MILF of a mother without her clothes.

Never having seen anything of my mother before, other than her bra strap, a church going woman, she's modestly moral. She never wears sexy nightgowns, and she always wears robes over her nightgowns. Most of her nightgowns are long flannel ones that button up to her neck.

Admittedly, something that I was excited to do, consumed with the thoughts of removing her clothes, it was a real trip when it was time for me to undress her for bed. Consumed with sexual anticipation, I couldn't wait to see her in her bra and panties. I couldn't wait to see her topless. I couldn't wait to see her naked. I couldn't wait to masturbate later after seeing my mother without her clothes.

'I'm so excited to undress my mother. I can't wait to see her enormous naked breasts,' I thought.

# # #

Once home from the emergency room, after I made us supper, and we watched TV, it was time to get her undressed for bed. As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, thinking nothing else than seeing my mother without her clothes, I already had an erection. If it wasn't sexually exciting enough that I was going to undress my mother but also, I was going to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked, I couldn't believe it.

I only wished that I could take photos of her with my cell phone of her in her sexy lingerie, topless, and naked. I'd love to show my horny friends my mother in all manner of undress. With them always commenting on how beautiful, sexy, and shapely she is, forget about showing the photos to them, they'd want to buy them so that they could masturbate over my mother in the privacy of their bedrooms.

"Open a bottle of white wine and bring me a wine glass," she said, holding her arm as if she was in pain.

She returned me back to reality and from thinking about photographing her and showing the photos to my friends. Clearly, she was uncomfortable and in pain.

"It was embarrassing enough that the nurse removed my blouse in front of that young doctor for him to put my arm in a cast," she said blushing.

She looked up at me in embarrassed shame.

"The doctor wanted the nurse to remove my bra, but I refused," she said with a cringe. "With the emergency room so busy, and with people constantly filing by, anyone could have seen my naked breasts," she said. "Other than my female general practitioner, I'd be so embarrassed to remove my brassiere in front of anyone. I'd be mortified for anyone to see my naked breasts."

She gave me an embarrassed look.

"I'm going to need a couple glasses of wine to numb me from you seeing me without my clothes," she said with a nervous, little laugh. "Oh, God," she said. "I can't believe this is happening to me. If I had someone else to call, I would but I only have you to help me through this."

# # #

I felt bad for my mother because of all of the pain, shame, and embarrassment that she had endured. Hoping that it would put her in a better mood, I allowed her to watch her favorite show again, Bridgerton. She loved that series. Yet, she seemed uncomfortably aroused while watching the male actors having sex. In the way that I masturbated while watching porn on my computer, I wondered if my mother masturbated after watching Bridgerton.

Surprising me, never having seen her having more than two glasses of wine, instead of her having two glasses of wine that made her tipsy, she had three glasses of wine that made her a little drunk. Before she polished off the rest of the bottle, I turned off the TV and helped her to her room. I couldn't wait to undress my mother. I turned on her bedroom light and sat with her on her bed while staring at her huge, bra clad breasts through her blouse.

My first time in my mother's bedroom while alone with my mother, this was my first time sitting on her bed. Her mattress was firmer than I thought. I like a firm mattress. After sitting on my mother's bed, I realized how soft my mattress had become.

'I need a new mattress,' I thought. 'Her mattress is so much better than my old mattress.'

This was it. This was the moment that I had been ready, waiting, and eager since I turned 18-years-old. This was what I was consumed with horniness over doing. I was about to undress my mother. My heart beat faster and my pulse raced.

My erect cock that tented my pajama bottoms throbbed and pulsated. Never have I had a bigger and harder erection. As if I was a male stripper at a CFNM club ready to undress one of my customers, I was ready to undress my mother. I put my hand over my cock so that she didn't see my erection. How embarrassing would that be for her to know that I was sexually excited while undressing her?

With her sleeping in her nightgown with nothing else underneath, I was going to remove her blouse, her bra, her skirt, and her panties. With her only wearing four articles of clothing, I'd love to play strip poker with her. Only, if she knew that she was about to play strip poker with me, she'd probably wear her shoes, a baseball cap, gloves, and a sweater over her blouse. Besides, with her too modestly moral, my mother would never play strip poker with me.

I was as nervous as I was sexually excited. I was about to undress my mother. I was about to strip her naked. I wondered, after seeing her without her clothes, I wondered if she'd play truth or dare with me.

'Truth or dare, mother,' I imagined asking her?

I imagined her looking at me with sexual arousal.

'Dare,' I imagined her saying.

I imagined giving her a big smile while undressing her with my eyes.

'I dare you to remove your blouse and your bra. I dare you to strip yourself topless,' I imagined saying to my mother.

I returned back to reality to ask her a question.

# # #

"Do you have a preference which nightgown that you'd prefer to wear," I asked?

She made a face.

"It doesn't matter to me, Danny," she said, waving her hand with an embarrassed shrug. "Pick out whichever nightgown that you'd like to see me wearing," she said with a drunken chuckle. "I have long, flannel nightgowns in all colors. My favorite flannel nightgown is the blue one," she said.

# # #

'Flannel nightgown,' I thought while laughing to myself?

Glad that she gave me her carte blanche permission to pick out any nightgown, inspiring the pervert in me, while rummaging through her nightgown drawer, I picked out the shortest, sheerest, and lowest-cut nightgown that she had. Shocking me, when searching through her nightgown drawer, I found her vibrator and her dildo. Indeed, my mother does play with herself.

With them buried in her pussy many times, I needed to hold them in my hand while fingering them. I turned and held them in my hand. Turning my back to her, I took them in my mouth, sucked them, and licked them. Then, I turned to her while holding her toys.

"Do you want these on your nightstand, mother," I asked?

While looking at me with embarrassment, she let out a big gasp.

"Oh, God," she said, nodding her head. "Yes, please. No doubt, I'll need to use those later after you've seen me without my clothes," she said with an embarrassed sigh.

As if I was carrying my mother, holding her wedding dress, or carrying her nightgown during our honeymoon night for her to wear, I carried her sexy and nearly transparent nightgown to her bed.

"Jesus, Danny, if I wear that, you'll see everything," she said with a little laugh.

I returned her laugh with my laugh.

"What does it matter, mother," I asked? "I'll be seeing you naked anyway," I said.

She let out another gasp again.

"Oh, God. I'm going to be so embarrassed. I'll feel so ashamed. Promise me that you won't stare," she said.

I smiled at my mother.

"I'll have to look at you when giving you a shower tomorrow, mother," I said. "I'll not only have to look but I'll have to touch and feel you everywhere while washing you."

She looked at me with her eyes bugging out of her head and her mouth hanging open.

"Oh, God," she said. "You'll have to put my arm in a plastic bag so that it doesn't get wet."

If it wasn't enough that I was about to undress my mother and strip her naked, it was even more exciting that I'll be showering her tomorrow. I can't wait to wash her dirty breasts, her dirty ass, and her dirty pussy.

I stared at my mother's enormous breasts in her blouse and bra. She had huge tits, and I couldn't wait to see them. I've seen her bras in the laundry. I knew that she took a size 34 double D cup brassiere.

"I promise that I won't stare, mother," I said lying.

# # #

As soon as I started unbuttoning her blouse and saw the top of her big, white, low-cut brassiere, I had an erection. Having always masturbated over imagining my mother naked and having sex with her, with me undressing her, I had more to masturbate over her now. With her not having a sister or a friend to call to help her undress, I was it. As if God had smiled down upon me while giving me all that I prayed to see, taking my time, I continued slowly undressing my mother.

Hard to wrap my head around, as if I was her husband or her boyfriend, I couldn't believe that I was removing her clothes. I'll be masturbating over seeing her without her clothes later tonight and tomorrow morning. I'll be jerking off every day, multiple times a day after seeing my naked mother. I'll be playing with myself for the rest of my pathetically miserable and horny life.

Taking my time while enjoying the view of her bra clad breasts, I memorized every mole and every freckle of her beautiful chest. I unbuttoned one slow button at a time while looking to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before continuing to unbutton the next button. With trembling fingers and a throbbing cock, I continued unbuttoning her blouse.

Something that I had never expected to see, I saw her nipples through her sheer, white brassiere. They were pink, they were big, and they were erect. I saw her long line of sexy cleavage.

'I can't wait to masturbate over seeing my mother in her bra and seeing her erect nipples and her cleavage,' I thought.

I wondered if my mother's nipples were erect because she was sexually aroused that I was undressing her and seeing her in her bra or if she was suddenly cold. Once her blouse was unbuttoned, I carefully removed her arm from her sling. Then, I removed her blouse from her right arm and then from her left arm. Even though I promised not to stare, I couldn't help myself from staring at my mother without her blouse and in her bra.

As if I had never seen a woman in her bra before, I stared at the tops of her meaty, jiggling, and bulbous breasts. I stared at her long line of sexy cleavage. I stared at her erect, pink nipples that I could clearly see through her bra again. I so wanted to feel my mother's breasts through her bra while kissing her, French kissing her, and making out with her. Only, I didn't dare.

As if I was unwrapping an expensive Christmas gift, I pushed her bra strap down from her right shoulder and carefully removed her arm from her bra strap. Then, I pushed her bra strap down from her left shoulder. As gently as I could so as not to hurt her, I carefully removed her left arm from her bra strap. As soon as I did, her bra slid down lower. I saw more of the tops of her breasts.

Exposing the tops of her areolas, her bra was just about her nipples. My cock tented my pajama bottoms at the thought of seeing my mother's nipples. My erect prick throbbed and pulsated at the thought of seeing my mother's naked breasts. Not wanting to forget this memory of removing my mother's bra for the first time, I held my breath.

# # #

Then, never able to remove a bra one handed, especially one that had four clasps as her bra had, I leaned over her to unhook her bra from behind with both hands. I suddenly felt like a safecracker given the secret combination to a safe to see the treasure that lay inside. When I stood to lean over her while careful not to hit her broken arm, my erect, pajama clad cock was mere inches from my mother's mouth.

Instead of moving away from me, something my mother has never done before, she surprised me and fingered the head of my pajama clad cock with her manicured fingertip. She touched my erect cock in the way that I wanted to finger her erect nipple. Then, shocking me, she took the head of my erect cock between her thumb and two fingers through my pajama bottoms. I stared down at her staring up at me.

She laughed.

"Danny," she said, looking up at me and smiling. "You have an erection," she said.

She wrapped her fingers around my pajama clad cock and squeezed my prick.

"You're so big. You're so hard. You're much bigger and harder than your father," she said looking up at me again.

She smiled at my embarrassment.

"Why do you have an erection," she asked with a chuckle? "Are you excited to see your mother in her bra?"

I stepped back from her and when I did, she let go of my penis.

"I'm only human, mother," I said embarrassed. "Something that I've masturbated over seeing, I'm about to see your naked breasts."

She chuckled.

"Wait. What? Seriously? You've masturbated over imagining seeing my naked breasts," she asked with surprise?

I made a face.

"I'm a horny, testosterone filled, young man that no longer has a girlfriend after she broke up with me," I said. "What do you think, mother? It's been a while since I've had sex."

She nodded her head to show me that she understood.

"Tell me the truth. Be honest," she said with a pause.

She stared at my erect prick that tented my pajama bottoms as if my cock was a steel pole holding up the big top at a circus.

"After you see my naked breasts, and after you see me naked," she said with another pause to look up at me for my reaction to her question. "Will you be masturbating over me later tonight," she asked while giving me a coy, little smile? "Will you be cumming over seeing your mother without her clothes," she asked with a dirty, drunken, little laugh?

I made a face.

"Probably mother," I said with an embarrassed shrug.

# # #

She looked up at me and smiled as I unhooked her bra and, as if a stripper asked me to help remove her bra in a VIP room, not wasting anymore time, I removed it. I removed my mother's bra. My mother was topless.

Unable to wrap my head around it, I couldn't believe that I removed my mother's big, white brassiere. My mother allowed me to remove her bra. I saw her naked breasts and her erect nipples. Breaking my promise to her that I wouldn't stare, I stared at her massive naked breasts and erect nipples.

As if I had never seen naked breasts before, I continued staring at her shapely naked breasts. They were so big. They were so shapely. They didn't sag at all.

My mother has beautiful breasts. I love her enormous tits. I only wished that I could touch them, feel them, and fondle them while fingering and sucking her erect nipples. I'd love to have my wicked, sexual way with her gigantic tits.

Not stopping with just staring at her naked breasts, I stared at her erect nipples. Seeing her big nipples so erect, involuntarily moved my lips in the shape of a goldfish looking for food. I stared at her symmetrical areolas. Memorizing them in my mind's eye, my mother had such shapely breasts that I couldn't stop myself from staring at them. I couldn't wait to masturbate over seeing her naked breasts later.

"Tell me," she said. "I'm curious to know. Now that you've seen my naked breasts," she said looking down at her naked tits before looking up at me. "What do you think of them," she asked? "What do you think of my big tits," she asked?