The events I'm going to describe took place nearly 40 years ago, but they still stand vividly in my mind - and are still among my favourite dreams when I masturbate.

I grew up with my single mother, as my father left us when I was 6 and my mother was 26. Not that I missed him. My only recollections of him are those of a violent man, who would not control his temper, neither towards mom, nor me.

When I turned into my teens I started to notice, what a gorgeous woman my mother was. Up till then I only thought of her as a loving, funny and pretty woman, who was always there when I needed her. But as I started growing hair in different places I also noticed, what a fine body she had. She was small and slim, had almost black hair with a tinge of red, small, pert breasts which were always bouncing under her blouses. And even though her tummy was flat and well trained, her behind was rounded and beautiful with its firm, high buttocks.

We had never hidden our bodies from each other. My naked mom in the bathroom was a sight I was used to all my life, and I wasn't shy with her either. But when I turned 13 and discovered the joys of masturbation, I sometimes found this a bit difficult, because pretty soon the pictures from magazines, which were my first inspirations, were replaced with images of my mother in the shower, or naked in our secluded garden, where she would work on her tan.

Shortly before my 14th birthday I experienced two weeks of Heaven and Hell. Mom had an accident with her bike, and she broke her left wrist and hurt her right shoulder badly. With her left wrist in a cast and her right arm and shoulder in a tight sling, she found she could not wash herself in the shower, and the first morning she called me. When I entered the bathroom she was standing naked beside the shower and she turned to me.

"John, I really can't wash myself as it is. You'll have to do it for me." I blushed and didn't answer at once, so she smiled at me and said: "Oh, come on, John. You've seen me naked a hundred times before, and now you just have to help me."

"Oh, yes, of course," I answered, "I hope I won't hurt you.

"No. I'll tell you if you do.

Quickly I shed my pyjamas and joined her in the shower. She showed me the washrag and the soap, and a plastic bag to put round the cast on her left arm, and soon I was soaping her all over. I really was in heaven!

I had to lift her right arm to get to her armpit, and her beautiful breasts were right under my nose. When I had finished her belly, thighs and legs she smiled down to me.

"There is no way to avoid it, dear. You shall have to wash my pussy too. But this washrag is a bit too rough. Can you use your hands?"

If I could have disappeared down the drain I should have done it - but like she had said, there was no way out. With a lot of soap on my right hand I found my way in between her thighs, and for the first time I was feeling a pussy - and it was my mother's ! She spread her legs a little bit more and bent down a little in her knees. "Yes, that's fine, and then from behind, too." So I also had to clean out her arse. Later I rinsed the parts, where I could avoid to wet her bandages, with the showerhead, and the last bits of soap I cleaned off with the washrag.

"That was a fine job, dear. I'm afraid you'll have to add this to the other chores I can't do for the next couple of weeks. Thank you, dear." She kissed me on my cheek, and I proceeded to dry her off, and later I helped her to get dressed her in her bedroom.

Fortunately for this first time I was so bloody nervous, that my cock showed its good will by not raising its head. But for sure that was the only time it did. Already the next morning, while I was washing her pussy, it started to swell, and a little later it was almost standing to attention. This time mom pretended not to have seen it, but on the third day she could not help but notice.

"I didn't realize that this might be a bit hard on you, dear. I'm glad you find me pretty enough to give you that reaction - but we can't really do anything about it, can we? I am sorry, but I have to rely on you in this matter, and I hope I'll get well, soon."

So, that was that. For the next two weeks my cock was hard as a board while I washed and showered mom, but nothing more was said. Today as a grown man I can tell, that she must have been pretty affected by the presence of my hard cock, because her nipples were all hard through the showers, but I didn't know the meaning of that at the time. For two weeks the poor woman was washed by her randy son, and her injuries prevented her from giving herself a relief, back in the bedroom.

Finally she got better, and the first to go was the tight sling round her shoulder. Our bathing sessions came to a halt, and two weeks later she got rid of the cast on her left wrist. I don't know if I put more into it, than I should, but this was also the last time I saw mom naked - that is, naked in the innocent way. She seemed to avoid 'situations' - and she started to wear a bathrobe going to the bathroom. Then it all changed.

About a week later our neighbours threw a big party for their 15th anniversary. Lots of food, wine, beer, brandy etc. and dancing on the lawn. My mother was really enjoying herself at the party, and by mid evening her state in all fairness could only be described as: Drunk. She called for me to support her on her way back to our own house. The neighbour's wife asked me, if I could handle the situation - after all I was only 2 days from my 14th birthday - but I assured her, that I'd bring mom back and see to it, that she was put properly to bed with a pail by the bedside.

Mom certainly couldn't have managed the walk herself, but with her arm round my shoulder and my right arm round her waist, we got home, and with a bit of giggling and joking we also climbed the stairs to her bedroom. I sat her down on her bed and asked her if she wanted to go to sleep now. She sat there, swaying a little and answered: "Yes, I think I have better. Can you help me?"

Of course I could. I grabbed the hem of her blouse and dragged it up past her breasts and over her head. She barely managed to lift her arms, but off it came, and her beautiful, small breasts were naked to my eyes. Beautiful brownish circles, topped by two hard and long nipples. With my arm round her neck I eased her down onto her back and proceeded to take off her skirt. She helped me a little by trying to lift her arse off the bed, so I could pull the skirt all the way down. And there she was, naked, except for a pair of nearly see through, white panties, that looked gorgeous on her suntanned body and which showed her magnificent black bush to me.

Suddenly she whispered: "Oh, God, I'm going to be sick." I ran to fetch a pail, and together we managed to get her head over the edge of the bed, in time, and she was very sick into the pail. A little bit was left on her chin and a few drops dripped down on her chest. As I took the pail to the bathroom I said: "Wait a second. I'll bring the washrag and some water." When I had cleaned out the pail I returned, with the soaped rag and a bowl of water and a towel.

"Oh, I'm so sorry you should see me like this," mom said, "but I feel a lot better now."

"Hey, that's all right, mom. I'll just clean off those little drops on you."

She looked at the rag and then she giggled: "Oh, my. Do you think your Willie can stand that?"

"It's not a Willie any more, mom, it's a cock. And if it can't, you have seen it get hard before, haven't you."

She giggled again. "Yes, I certainly have, haven't I. And a fine one it is, if I may say so."

I cleaned off her chin and her breasts, and for sure my cock made no secret of it. While I was drying her, my trousers looked more like a tent, and to my great surprise mom stretched out her hand and squeezed my cock lightly, and her eyes were focused on it all the time. When I dried her breasts she sighed heavily, and as the towel no longer touched her breasts she whispered to me:

"Touch my breasts again, John, but without the towel." I dropped the towel in a fraction of a second, and both my hands went to her breasts. I loved the feeling of them, so soft and yet so firm with the nipples upturned.

"Touch my nipples," she whispered again, and all the time she was fondling my cock through my trousers. I let my index fingers circle her nipples, and then, out of pure instinct, I pinched them between two fingers and let a third scratch lightly on the nipples. Now she was definitely moaning, but those were the days when porn-movies hardly existed, and I, for one, hadn't seen any, so I really did not know how to continue.

At last I got an idea. I let my right hand slide down her body, until I could take hold of the waistband of her panties, and I whispered: "Can I wash you there, but without the soap?"

She let go of my cock, and for a brief second I was afraid I had been too rash. Then she looked up, and her eyes looked so open, and she looked so vulnerable.

"You know, this is all wrong, John. And I know it's because I got so drunk at the party. But yes. You may touch my pussy if you want. In fact I want you to do it."

Having said this she let herself fall backwards on the bed. I lifted her legs up on the bed, and then I started to pull off her panties. She smelled wonderful and strong down there, and this time she helped me a bit more, lifting her arse off the bed to make it easier.

"Come on, John. Hurry up and take off your clothes before I regret this." I don't know that I have ever undressed that fast. I laid down beside mom, and quickly my hand found her beautiful black bush. Her hairs were shiny and curly and they felt coarse. She grabbed my hand and pushed it further down.

"Come on, boy, wash me like you did." My hand slid in between her thighs, and I was very surprised to feel, that she was almost as wet as when I really washed her in the shower. I moved my hand up and down, as if I was really washing her, and she jerked her hips up to meet my fingers.

"Come, I'll show you." She pushed my hand away and replaced it with her own. - "Look here, John. This is the way." She let her two first fingers press against the top of her crack, and then she made circular movements with them. "Come, dear, do it that way."

I had not been doing it for very long when she really started panting and humming. - "Oh, boy, kiss my nipples, now!" I leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth. I was slurping with my tongue round it, while my right hand was busy masturbating my own mother ! Suddenly she cried out as if in pain. And then: - "My God, I'm coming. I'm going to come right now." She let out a squeal, and her whole body started shaking. Actually I was a little bit scared, that I had done something wrong, but right in the middle of her orgasm she opened her eyes and looked at me with an expression of love and happiness, and she was still crying out, as the last spasms shook her wonderful body. She put her hand on top of mine and gently lifted it away.

"Hey, wait a second. I'll just have to come down from this. Oh, God, it was wonderful." She guided my hand in a long caress over her belly, breasts and neck, and at last she threw her arms around my neck and lifted her head up so she could kiss me. She really didn't taste that well. A lot of alcohol and a tinge of her being sick. But her kiss was hot and randy, and I loved it.