My mother’s hand

First of all, I want to tell you that this story is as true as life itself, and what I’m going to tell you is an experience that changed my way of seeing sex, and that using and enjoying it is as natural as any other complement of nature.

My name is Dani, I’m currently 25 years old, but the story I’m talking about today happened about 7 years ago…

For about a year now, I’ve had the typical moped that almost all of us have owned, and one afternoon I had an accident, which, apart from a few scratches, broke one arm and dislocated the shoulder of the other arm, so they had to immobilize both limbs for two long months. Imagine how uncomfortable it was, since I had to depend on my mother for everything. From showering, to dressing, to eating, urinating… etc… Not a pleasant experience when you’re already 17 years old…

My mother was 45 years old at the time, she had been separated for over 10 years, and she had not been with another man again, she had not had any more relationships… (at least not that we know of).

After a month with my arms immobilized, I couldn’t take it anymore… at this age your sexual instinct is very awake, and my hormones were through the roof… One Saturday afternoon, my mother told me that if I wanted to shower I had to do it now, because she was leaving, so I said yes, that she should help me, and as always, I went into the bathroom, and she helped me take off my pajamas.

She wore a swimsuit so she wouldn’t get her clothes wet. Despite her age, she maintains her figure very well. She’s short, has short brunette hair, and has large breasts. So I undressed, and from outside the tub, as always, she started throwing water on me. As she soaped my penis, it began to become erect, and I was incredibly embarrassed because I was too horny for that situation, but my condition at the time made it impossible for me to get dressed.

My mother, who is no fool, noticed the situation and at first said nothing and continued soaping my body. But a few minutes later, she went back to the penis to soap it, and it began to get exaggeratedly erect. Then my mother stopped and said to me:

-You’re having a bad time, huh?

– Yes, (I told him), it’s a long time. I’m sorry.

“There’s nothing to feel sorry for. Don’t worry, it’s normal. You’ve been like this for over a month now. Do you want me to call a prostitute one day and leave you two alone at home for a while?”

“I was shocked, and I told him no, that I’d hold on until my arms were better, that I only had a few weeks left. And that prostitutes disgusted me.”

My mother understood and told me I could count on her for anything, that I knew I could trust her. And of course, I told her there were things she couldn’t do, and that’s where it all began.

– If you want, I can pet you a little, nothing will happen, and you’ll feel calmer, it’ll be like you’re doing it, and I won’t look.

I stayed quiet and didn’t say anything, then she said that silence is consent, and she began to soap my penis gently, giving me a very slow handjob, as if she were afraid of hurting me. But suddenly my penis stopped being erect and became a little limp, then my mother said to me:

– Am I hurting you?

– No, but it just feels really weird to me, and besides, I don’t have any magazines or anything to get excited about, so I’m really embarrassed.

Then my mother told me to calm down. She pulled her swimsuit down to my waist and told me to look at her breasts. They were enormous, a little saggy but enormous, and I started to get really horny. She told me I could suck them, to be calm and that sex was something natural, so I started to caress them with my mouth, my lips and tongue started playing with one of her nipples, which was enormous and very brown, and was really hard, I sucked it over and over again, and my mother started masturbating me again, faster and a little less gently… I loved it!!! For her part, she started to let out little moans, interrupted by little pauses in her breathing, and she told me that she too hadn’t touched herself for a while, and without further ado, she put her hand inside her swimsuit and opened her legs a little… she started touching herself and I was about to cum, she noticed and stopped.

I told her not to stop, but she told me to wait and look at her for a bit. My embarrassment had disappeared since she was so calm, and she took off her swimsuit completely, sat down in the bathtub and facing me began to rub herself with the tip of her finger… I couldn’t take it anymore… her vagina was a bush of hair, but she moved the hard, black, curly hairs aside and told me that I could see it better, and suddenly she began to put soap all over her vagina and inserted a finger, while with the other hand she caressed her clitoris, then she brought me closer to her and put my entire penis in her mouth, and began to give me an incredible blowjob… I was dying of pleasure, and she put my penis over and over again in her mouth, then she took it out and said:

– Please kiss me a little…

I didn’t know what she meant, but she lowered my head to her vagina and I began to pass my tongue over it, at the same time she put two fingers in again and again and continued masturbating me, then she started moving like crazy and she put another finger in her vagina, it was huge and the three fingers were soaped to the maximum, her vagina began to contract and she was writhing while making a face of total lust, she took my head off and began to suck me again, but she pulled it out and told me not to worry about cumming inside her mouth, that she wasn’t disgusted by me…

Her vagina had left an incredible smell in the air, and while she was sucking me off she was caressing my anus with a finger… then I couldn’t take it anymore and I burst into her mouth… She continued a little longer and soon she took it out of her mouth…

She showered with me and dressed me… She told me that I knew I could count on her to talk about anything and do whatever I wanted, that sex was something normal, and that it could be enjoyed naturally and without complexes, but that it should remain between her and me, because others wouldn’t understand…

Time passed, and I soon recovered. There have been other experiences with my mother, few, but they have been, and our mother-son relationship has never been damaged. My mother was my teacher, and our trust has been our talisman…