Chapter 1

I had always loved my mom, probably more than most guys. She was a tiny little woman, barely five feet tall, just over a hundred pounds. She'd had me when she was 16, so when I was 18, she was only 34. She looked closer to 24 - at least that's what most of my friends thought. Everyone that saw us together assumed she was my girlfriend.

She'd had a car accident ten years ago and hurt her back pretty bad. She couldn't lift anything heavy and sometimes it would hurt her so badly that my dad would spend an hour or so at night rubbing it so she could fall asleep. Sometimes too, she still had nightmares and she would wake up screaming. I felt so sorry for her. Dad pampered her - he loved her as much as any man can love a woman - and I was glad. Naturally, as I got older, I began to treat her that way too.

It was easy to baby her, she was more like a little girl than anything else. When I was 13, I was already bigger and taller than she was. But, she is a very smart person and I know she loves me very much. Whenever I've had a problem, her advice has been the best I could hope for. She always made sure I had everything I needed and nearly everything I wanted. While I was helping take care of her, she was kinda spoiling me too.

When I was 18, dad got a promotion at work. It meant he had to start traveling a lot more than ever before. With him gone and me getting ready to go away to college, mom's nightmares got worse and she had a lot more trouble sleeping.

She never asked me, but I gradually began to take over some of the things dad had done for her. I would sit beside her on her bed and rub her back long and slow. Granted, it wasn't just like dad doing it because she kept her gown on with me. Mom would fall asleep while I rubbed her, but I would continue on long after she was out cold.

Being that close to her, I couldn't help but start to notice things I'd never really thought about before. She smelled so sweet. Her skin was so soft, so warm. As I made the aches go away, she would give these sensual little sighs and stretch languidly under my hands.

When she'd fall asleep, I'd only have to wait a few minutes until she would eventually turn over. I would touch her bare arms, her neck, her cheeks, even her warm flat belly through the sheer gown. As I stroked her skin, often I would watch her nipple harden and press against the fabric. They were very small, but just the thought of those points made my cock get hard.

I wanted to touch them so badly. I wanted to pull the gown off and touch her bare skin all over. I wanted to see what was beneath those silky little panties she wore, but I was afraid. Those just aren't things you normally want to do to your mom. As I watched her sleep tonight, my cock felt like it would burst right through the seam in my shorts.

So maybe I couldn't touch her the way I wanted, but I could touch myself. Once she fell asleep, she usually stayed asleep, so I decided to have a little fun. I stood up beside the bed and let my shorts drop to the floor. I nearly lost the erection when the guilt hit me. I'd not stood naked in front of my mom since I was a really little kid who didn't even know what a hard-on was.

Mom stirred then, stretching out flat on her back. Her gown had slid up to the top of her panties. She spread her legs slightly and I swear I could see a dark triangle beneath the silk. Or was it just my imagination?

The hard-on instantly returned. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to jack it slowly... rubbing up and down, my eyes moving over every part of her.

The more aroused I got, the braver I got. I even leaned over and put my face just above her pussy. Damn! She smelled so good. The thought hit me suddenly that she probably tasted delicious and there was nothing I could do then to stop myself from cumming. I tried to catch it in my hand but I saw several drops splatter on her arm. My orgasm turned into the longest one of my life when I realized I was watching my jizz drip onto my mother's skin. Gaaaah!!!! I could only imagine it splattering on her willing face.

I cleaned up quickly, my guilt battling with my intense pleasure, and I hurried to my own room. My thoughts were whirling at what I'd just done and I couldn't believe that my cock had not even gone soft. It wanted more!

Half an hour later, I heard her up in the bathroom. I wondered what she would think if she knew what I'd done. Evidently she knew or suspected nothing because the house got quiet again a few minutes later.

Maybe fifteen minutes passed and I heard her cry out. It was fear, no anger, so I knew it was one of her nightmares. The lamp was on very dim beside her bed the way I'd left it. Mom had removed her gown before going back to bed - it was a hot, humid night - and she thrashed and cried in her sleep.

"Mom! Mom!" I tried to speak to her and draw her awake. I was concerned but also fascinated to see her small breasts finally uncovered. They were beautiful, perfectly-shaped, still firm.

She grasped my arms, calling my father's name.

"I'm here," I answered, offering what comfort I could.

Her eyes were still closed but she seemed to be hearing me now. She began to quieten. "Hold me please," she begged drowsily. I wasn't sure if she knew it was me or still thought it was my dad.