I moved back home to take care of Mom. I never thought it would come to this, but I stood in the hallway of the old house where I grew up. The air smelled faintly of her floral perfume, mingled with the aroma of last night’s takeout that hadn’t entirely made it to the trash. The sound of a talk show blaring from the living room greeted me, punctuated by her familiar laugh.
“Josh, honey! You’re here!” Mom’s voice boomed from the couch, and as I walked into the room, I saw her struggling to sit up. The years had been hard on her; she was much heavier now, her body spilling over the edges of the oversized couch. Her once-athletic frame had softened into a round, full figure. Her arms, thick and robust, were adorned with bangles that clinked together whenever she moved.
She wore a bright, floral-patterned blouse with the first two buttons missing, the fabric stretched tightly across her chest, straining against her curves. Even if the buttons had been there, they wouldn’t have fastened—her ample chest ensured that. The fabric pulled tautly, the vibrant colours distorted by her ample frame. Her black, slightly faded leggings didn’t quite reach her ankles, revealing her swollen feet crammed into a pair of old, worn-out slippers that had seen better days. Her hair, a mix of greys and faded blonde, was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and her face was made up with her signature bold red lipstick and a hint of blush, though it couldn’t hide the lines etched into her skin.
“Yeah, Mom. I’m here,” I replied, trying to smile through my concern.
She beamed at me, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You look so handsome! But oh, I need to fix you up. Have you met someone? There’s this lovely girl at the market who—”
“Mom,” I interrupted, taking a seat across from her. “I’m here to help you out—you know, with everything.”
“Help me out? I’m fine, Josh. Don’t worry about me.”
I took a deep breath, knowing I had to tread carefully. “Mom, you’re not fine. The doctor said you need to start taking care of yourself. You can’t keep ignoring it.”
“Oh, doctors. What do they know?” she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “What I need is some excitement! Have you seen that new guy who moved in next door? He’s a real hunk.”
I felt a pang of frustration but kept my voice steady. “Mom, seriously? We need to talk about your health. I’m worried about you.”
She sighed, her eyes losing some of their sparkle. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t be. I’ve lived my life. I want to enjoy the rest of it.”
“And you should enjoy it,” I agreed, leaning forward, “but not at the expense of your health. Maybe we could start by getting out more. Take a walk around the block. Maybe switch up the diet a little?”
Her face tightened, a defensive look crossing her eyes. “Are you calling me fat?”
“No, Mom, I’m not,” I said quickly, my heart sinking. “I just… I want you around, you know? I don’t want to lose you because of something we can change.”
She didn’t respond immediately; she just took another sip of her wine and stared at the TV. The silence stretched out, heavy with the unspoken tension between us. I could feel the walls going up, the ones we always seemed to hit when we tried to talk about anything serious.
“Maybe we could take a walk after dinner,” she finally said, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. “Just around the block.”
Relief flooded me, and I nodded, trying to hide how much it meant. “Yeah, Mom, I’d like that.”
She looked at me, her expression more serious than I’d seen. “And Josh?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re right. I do need to take better care of myself. But… don’t take away my fun, okay? I still want to enjoy life. Because that is a form of exercise, too, if you get me.”
I frowned, puzzled by what she meant. “What do you mean, your fun?”
She sighed, setting down her glass, and looked at me with sadness and determination. “I know I’m not as young as I used to be, and maybe I don’t have the energy or the body I once had. But I still want to feel… alive, you know? I still want to flirt a little and dream a little. I want to feel like me.”
I leaned back in my chair, trying to understand. “Mom, I get it. I’m not trying to take that away from you. I want you to be around to enjoy it. To have more of it.”
Her eyes softened, and she reached out to squeeze my hand. “We’ll find a balance, okay? I don’t want you to worry so much.”
I nodded, squeezing her hand back. “We’ll figure it out together. I promise.”
She smiled at me, but there was a shadow of worry in her eyes. I hesitated, then decided to say what had been on my mind. “You should be careful, though, Mom. Meeting strangers, I mean. I worry about you.”
She gave me a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t know what they have,” I said quietly. “I just… I don’t want you getting hurt or worse. There’s a lot out there we don’t know about. You never know some men and what they could have; I am glad I am clean in that area.”
Her expression softened, and she reached over to pat my cheek. “Oh, Josh, always the worrier. But I appreciate it. I do. I’ll be careful, I promise. Also, it’s reassuring to know you’re… clean and look after yourself.”
I smiled at her, feeling a strange mix of relief and lingering worry. “Thanks, Mom. That means a lot to me.”
She patted my hand and gave me a wink, her familiar mischievous glint returning. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve been around long enough to know the ropes. But it’s nice to have someone looking out for me.”
I watched her momentarily, still feeling relief and worry swirling inside me. The TV blared on in the background, with some over-the-top drama that she enjoyed more for the noise than the content. Her wine glass was nearly empty, and I could see how she shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a better position on the couch.
I hesitated, not wanting to upset her but knowing I couldn’t avoid the question on my mind since I walked in. I leaned forward slightly, trying to keep my tone gentle.
“Mom… when’s the last time you showered?”
She turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What kind of question is that?”
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m just worried, that’s all. You know how important it is to keep up with things, especially as we age.”
She waved her hand dismissively, but there was a hint of something in her eyes—maybe embarrassment, maybe annoyance. “I’m fine, Josh. Don’t start treating me like I’m some invalid.”
“I’m not,” I said quickly, not wanting to push too hard. “But I noticed when I came in… it just seemed like maybe it’s been a little while. I’m not trying to nag you, Mom. I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping a little. “It’s just… it’s harder these days, you know? Getting in and out of the shower, standing for that long. Sometimes I don’t feel like I have the energy.”
I felt a pang of guilt for bringing it up, but I knew it was something we had to talk about. “I get it, Mom. I do. But maybe we can figure something out. A shower chair or one of those handheld shower heads? It doesn’t have to be a big ordeal.”
“Maybe I should shower you. I know it’s not ideal, and I will behave myself, but we need to get you clean and your hair,” I said as I was concerned.
Mom’s expression shifted, and I could see the vulnerability she was trying to hide. “Josh, I appreciate that you care, but… I don’t want you to see me like that. It’s embarrassing.”
I reached out and gently took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. “Mom, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ve taken care of me my whole life, and now it’s my turn to help you. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”
She looked down at our hands, her fingers trembling slightly. “It’s just so hard to admit I need help, even with something as simple as taking a shower. I used to be so independent…”
“And you still are,” I assured her. “Needing a little help doesn’t change that. We’ll make it work, Mom. We’ll get through this together.”
She sighed, the resistance slowly draining from her face. “Okay. Maybe you’re right. It’s just… I hate feeling like this.”
“I know,” I said softly. “But you don’t have to do it alone. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
She nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you, Josh. I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I replied, squeezing her hand. “We’ll get you feeling better, Mom. I promise.”
Helping Mom up from the couch was more challenging than I expected. Her body resisted, and a combination of stiffness and extra weight made the task more difficult than it used to be. I could feel her leaning heavily on me, her breath coming in short, laboured gasps. It wasn’t easy, but we made it, step by step, to the bathroom.
The bathroom was small, a cramped space that had never felt that way until now. I could feel the moment’s weight pressing down on both of us as I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to just right. Steam began to fill the room, softening the air and easing some of the tension between us.
Mom leaned against the sink, her hands gripping the edge as if she needed it for support. “I’m sorry it’s come to this, Josh,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion as she struggled to undress.
“Don’t be,” I replied, sounding reassuring. “We’re just doing what needs to be done. That’s all. I love you and want to see you healthy.”
Mom looked at me with gratitude and sadness in her eyes. “I love you too, Josh,” she said, her voice softer now. “You’re a good son, you know that?”
I smiled, though my heart ached for her. “I’m just doing what you’d do for me, Mom. We’ll get through this together.”
As the steam continued to fill the bathroom, I helped her out of her clothes, moving gently and carefully. I could see the discomfort in her eyes, the vulnerability of needing this kind of help, but she didn’t protest. When she was ready, I guided her into the shower, and she sighed deeply as the warm water cascaded over her.
I stayed close, handing her the soap and shampoo, ready to step in if she needed more assistance. She managed independently for the most part, though there were moments when I had to help her with the harder-to-reach areas.
“You’re getting wet, sweetie; I should be ok,” she said, soaping her huge breasts.
“Maybe I should undress and get in to help you; I will keep my boxers on. Don’t worry, Mom,” she looked at me weirdly.
“Sweetie, maybe you shouldn’t wear boxers. They will get wet; anyway, it’s okay,” she said, biting her lip.
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But then, I decided to follow Mom’s advice. I took off my clothes and my boxers and entered the shower. The warm water felt good on my skin, contrasting the chill outside.
“Here, let me do your back,” I said, taking the soap from her. I gently began to wash her back, not letting the soap slip from my hand. Mom leaned into me, her body trembling slightly as I touched her. I could feel her softness, her curves, and the familiarity of her body—she was still my mother, but there was also something new and different in how we interacted now. My cock accidentally swung and hit her huge ass.
“Oh, sorry about that,” I muttered, trying to move my hips away from her.
“It’s okay, Josh,” she said, her voice low and throaty. She turned for me to do her front and privates. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a man’s touch. Wow, how you have grown, mmmm.”
As I began to wash Mom’s front, I felt my cock starting to stiffen. The sight of her naked in front of me, her ample breasts and wide hips, stirred a desire in me that I couldn’t ignore.
I tried to focus on the task, ensuring I got every inch of her clean. But it was a challenge—her scent was intoxicating, a mix of floral perfume and musk. And I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, taking in the fullness of her body and the beauty of her maturity.
My cock was rock hard now, pressing against her as I washed her thighs and calves. She looked at me, her eyes heavy with desire and unspoken need.
I got on my knees; I had to lift her belly a bit to get to her pussy. As I soaped it, I heard her moan, “Umm, b-be gentle.”
“Sorry, Mom, I’ll be more gentle,” I murmured, adding more soap to my hand. I began to circle her clit, slow and deliberate, making sure not to apply too much pressure. Mom moaned again, her knees buckling slightly. She reached out to steady herself, her hand gripping the shower wall. Her breathing grew heavier as I continued to touch her, her hips starting to move in time with the motion of my hand.
I grabbed the razor and carefully began shaving Mom’s pubic hair, taking extra care to avoid cuts or nicks. Her breathing grew even heavier as I worked, the water from the shower spraying down on both of us. I could see the desire in her eyes and feel the tension between us as I touched her intimate areas.
The shaving took longer than I expected, but Mom seemed to enjoy the sensation of my fingers exploring her. When I finished, I rinsed the razor and set it aside.
“Okay, all done,” I said, facing her. Mom’s eyes were heavy with desire, her lips slightly parted. I couldn’t deny the urge and longing to take things further. I knew it was wrong—she was my mother, after all—but I couldn’t ignore the desire that had been stirred inside me.
She felt under her belly and touched her pussy, “You did good, sweetie; I shouldn’t have you doing this. Maybe you should test it to see if it’s as good as it feels. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. My cock was rock hard, and the sight of Mom touching herself, her eyes heavy with desire, made it even harder to resist. I knew it was wrong that I shouldn’t even consider it, but the temptation was too strong.
“Maybe we should dry up and help me to bed,” she said, looking at me.
“But it’s too early, Mom. What about….” she cut me off and looked down at my hard cock, “not to sleep silly, that thing of yours needs sorting, and I am… well, I am horny; I told you I love my fun, normally I wouldn’t with you by I am so horny.”
We quickly dried off, and I helped her to her room and got her on the bed, I looked at Mom, her eyes heavy with need and longing. She reached out and took my hand, pulling me closer to her. “Josh, I know this is wrong, and I’m sorry for putting you in this position. But I can’t ignore this feeling any longer. I need to feel alive, to feel desired. I want you, Josh. I want to feel your body against mine, to taste your skin, to make love to you.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine at her words. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist the pull of her desire. I leaned down and kissed her, my lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle embrace. She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders as the kiss deepened.
I broke the kiss and began to explore her body, my hands roaming over her soft curves and sensitive areas. Mom moaned and writhed beneath me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I could feel her desire building, her body trembling with anticipation.
I moved down between her legs, my mouth finding her wet, swollen pussy. I began to explore her with my tongue, tasting her sweet, musky flavour. Mom cried out, her hips bucking against me as I licked and sucked her clit.
I moved my fingers inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness as I explored her depths. I then pulled away and pressed my precum cock at her pussy lips.
I slowly pushed into her, feeling her warmth and fat puffy pussy. Mom gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I began to move inside her.
The feeling of her wet pussy enveloping my cock was incredible. I groaned at the sensation, my hips starting to move in time with hers. Mom’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back, as I began to fuck her slowly and deeply.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other filled the room, punctuated by Mom’s moans and my grunts. I couldn’t believe what was happening—I was having sex with my mother—but the pleasure was undeniable.
I started to pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming faster and harder as Mom’s moans grew louder. Her fingers gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I filled her.
I reached down and found her big clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Mom cried out, her hips bucking wildly against me as she came, her orgasm washing over her like a wave.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Feeling Mom come around my cock was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, and it pushed me over the edge.
I groaned loudly. “Ungh, oh fuck,” I came hard, my cock twitching deep inside Mom’s pussy. As I felt jets of semen travelling fast up my shaft. Exploding out the head of my cock.
I collapsed on top of Mom, my breathing heavy as I tried to catch my breath. Mom wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close as we lay there, our bodies entwined.
We lay there for an eternity, neither moving nor speaking. I didn’t know what to say or how to react—I had just had sex with my mother, after all. But it had felt so right, and our shared connection was undeniable.
Finally, I rolled off Mom and lay beside her, our breaths still heavy. We looked at each other, our eyes meeting in a moment of understanding and acknowledgement.
“I’m sorry, Josh,” Mom whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I lost control, and I—”
“No, Mom, it’s okay,” I reassured her, taking her hand in mine. “I know it’s wrong, but it felt right in the moment. And I… I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Connection, love… I don’t know. But it was… amazing.”
Mom nodded, tears filling her eyes. “Me too, sweetie. I love you so much, and I’ve missed that connection with a man, with someone I care about. I shouldn’t have done this, but I can’t regret it. It was beautiful, and it reminded me of what love and passion feel like. I hope you can forgive me, and we can move past this.”
I leaned over and kissed Mom, my lips meeting hers in a gentle, loving embrace. “There’s nothing to forgive, Mom,” I whispered. “It was beautiful, and I won’t regret it either. We’ll figure this out together.”
We lay there longer, holding each other and basking in the afterglow of our shared passion. I knew things would never be the same between us, but there was a newfound connection and understanding. We shared something intimate and beautiful, bringing us closer than ever.
Eventually, we both fell asleep, our bodies entwined and our breaths in sync. It had been a wild and unexpected night, but I knew I would never forget. I didn’t see the future, but I knew Mom and I would face it together.
