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Over the next few days, Bobby and his mother settled into a routine. Every morning she would wake him for his shower, and he would feign sleep for as long as he could so he could view her magnificent hanging breasts as they swayed in her neglige. Bobby came to realise that her nightwear must have been bought for her by his dad as all her outfits were silky and featured low necklines that showed off as much of her breasts as possible. Today's outfit was red and lacy and hung particularly low at the front, allowing her heavy boobs to swing freely as she gently shook him awake. Good old Pop, he sure had great taste!

Once he'd feasted his slitted eyes on her hanging boobs for as long as he dared, he arose and followed her to the shower, his inevitable morning hard-on leading the way. She placed the bags over his hands and helped him into the shower. She now encouraged him to pee in the shower if he needed to go, obviously keen to avoid the embarrassment of having to point his hard cock at the toilet bowl. Every day he steeled himself for the moment when she would have to clean his stiff cock. His erection seemed to grow harder each day, and today it was so hard it ached, his glans swollen and purple, the veins standing out on his cock shaft. She finished cleaning his back and turned him round soaping his legs and chest, putting off washing his cock till last. His balls were heavy and laden with cum and her touch was soothing as she washed them. His dick, on the other hand - or rather in the other hand - was so sensitive that even her gentle touch with the soapy glove sent shudders through him.

"I'm sorry dear, I'm trying to be as gentle as I can."

"It's okay, Mom."

After rinsing him off and drying him, she helped him dress. He had suggested it would be more practical to just wear a robe around the house while she was at work in case he needed to go to the bathroom, but he had neglected to mention it was also more comfortable than having his hard cock trapped in a pair of sweatpants. Of course a bathrobe was fine while his cock was limp; but when it was hard, which was practically all the time at the moment, it would stick out like an evil, veiny one-eyed monster emerging through a pair of theatre curtains. To begin with, his mother tried to arrange the robe to cover him up; but it simply tented out obscenely and inevitably the robe would fall away as his dick swayed about. So instead, she took to trying to ignore it. After she'd made them breakfast and given him his pain meds, she headed off to work and he returned to his room where he would lay on his bed, his robe falling open and his huge, throbbing cock staring back at him as it arched up over his belly taunting him.

He awoke in mid-afternoon and padded about the house, waiting for his mom to return home. He genuinely looked forward to her company; since his dad's death a few years ago they had spent more time together and would often cuddle up together on the sofa watching a movie and eating popcorn, or in Mom's case, drinking wine. Although they never talked about it, he sensed a great sadness in her. After all, she still wore her wedding ring, and often when she changed out of her uniform after work she would put on one of his dad's old t-shirts while she made dinner and wandered round the house. He guessed this was for sentimental reasons on her part, but he could also see why his dad would have liked her to wear them. On her petite frame the shirt came down to mid-thigh, so it still left a generous amount of leg on display; and while they were not as revealing as her night wear, it was still obvious she was not wearing a bra underneath.

He would come down and keep her company while she cooked, covertly watching her big boobs jiggling and swaying under the thin cotton fabric and stealing glimpses of her beautiful legs as she reached up to get utensils from the kitchen cabinets. He would usually get a hard on if he didn't already have one, and it would rear up from his robe. Fortunately, his mom seemed to just put it down to teenage hormones and seemed oblivious the glimpses he was stealing of her ample charms. At first she would suggest putting his sweat pants on when he got hard, but he complained it was painful and suggested he go up to his room instead as he didn't want to embarrass her. She smiled and told him not to be silly, if it more comfortable he could stay as he was.

It felt odd to be wandering around in front of his mom with his stiff cock sticking out in the breeze, and initially he was embarrassed and would sit down to try to conceal it. But then it began to dawn on him that he had been given a licence to walk around with a hard on waving about in front of his mother, something that would have been unthinkable a few days ago, and a sick thrill went through him at the thought. So he began standing in the kitchen with her and chatting while she cooked, taking an exhibitionist pride in having his big hard cock and heavy cum filled balls on full display. He thought his mom might object, but instead she simply tried her best to ignore it. Tonight was one of those nights and he leant back against one of the kitchen counters, his robe parted and his giant hard on pulsing in the open. It was bittersweet torment for him, sweet because being so aroused and able to display his hard cock in front of his mother seemed so wicked and wrong but at the same time so exciting, bitter because he was able to do nothing about relieving himself.

Tonight she was wearing his dad's old Guns & Roses shirt. It had been one of his dad's favourites as he had bought it back in the 80's at a concert, and even though it was tatty and worn he had refused to let Alison throw it out. It also meant the white cotton was stretched and thin. As he watched his mom he saw her glance at his cock and look away. He thought she might suggest he go and sit in the living room, but instead she just flushed and carried on preparing dinner. She was chopping some onions, and as she did so her boobs jiggled under her thin shirt. As he admired her huge knockers he noticed her nipples seemed to have grown hard and were sticking out through the shirt. The onions were making her eyes water, so she turned away and stood in the doorway to the dining room for a few moments. As she did so she stood directly in front of the light from the other room, and for an achingly beautiful moment the light shone through the thin cotton fabric silhouetting her body.

Bobby gasped as he could clearly see the outline of her breasts, the big heavy jugs standing out from her chest, making the shirt hang down away from her trim waist. They looked even larger than he had imagined; he could even make out the hard nipples standing out and pointing slightly upwards. He followed the lines of the curved undersides of her heavy boobs to her slender waist and rounded bottom. His cock lurched up, causing the foreskin to pull back over the swollen shiny purple head to the crown.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous!" he thought as he leered at her.

She reached up to get a piece of kitchen towel to dry her eyes, and her boobs lifted and swayed with the movement. His cock lurched again and a drop of pre-cum emerged, trickling down the head and onto the shaft. Fortunately she was too pre-occupied to notice his predicament.

"Oh dear!' she dabbed her eyes dry and returned to the chopping board.

He continued to torture himself with views of her body through the thin shirt as they ate, after which they sat down on the sofa to watch a movie together. It was a fairly trashy horror movie which had the redeeming feature of several actresses appearing topless. He was glad, partly because boobs, like pizza, are something you can never have too much of, and partly because it gave him an excuse for the hard on that persistently throbbed throughout the film. As Mom finished her second glass of wine, she poured another and snuggled up to him, resting her breast on his arm as she did. One of the starlets in the movie was running around with no shirt on again and he couldn't help but compare the small perky boobs on screen with his mom's far more generous offerings, taking a certain pride that his mom's were far bigger and better. His robe had fallen open again revealing his hard dick curving up towards his belly. As she reached for her glass, she glanced at his cock and said "Looks like someone's enjoying the movie!"

"What?" He didn't believe his ears.

"Looks like you're enjoying the film, or at least all the boobs!" she said nodding towards his erection.

"Oh yeah... err.. sorry, do you want me to go upstairs?" not believing his mom was being so direct.

"No of course not sweetie, I'm just teasing."

He guessed the wine was having an effect on her as usually she would never be so candid. Clearly she was feeling more relaxed, so he lay back a little more on the sofa, displaying his cock and balls fully. As she moved to accommodate him, her boob bounced lightly against his arm before she settled with it pressing up against him again. He lay there, his beautiful mother nestled up against him and his hard cock throbbing in the light from the TV. Anyone watching them now would think they were boyfriend and girlfriend, not mother and son, he thought. God, he wished she was his girlfriend and would pull off her shirt and let him feast on her naked boobs before reaching out and stroking his cock. He knew he would cum in seconds if she did, but he also knew it was never going to happen. Not long after, his mom dozed off to sleep and he watched the rest of the movie in silence, with only his aching dick for company. Eventually she woke up as the credits were rolling.

"Oh I'm sorry dear, not much company for you tonight!"

"It's okay, Mom, it wasn't much of a movie, you didn't miss much."

"Well I need to hit the hay, there's a big meeting at the hospital tomorrow I need to be at. Dr. Williams has asked for me in person so it could be a big opportunity."

She gave him his pain meds and they said goodnight as he ended another day of painful frustration, drifting off to a restless sleep remembering the image of his mother's beautiful body silhouetted in her thin shirt.

The following day started like any other, with his mother shaking him awake. But this wasn't a day like any other. There was a panic in her voice and an urgency that told him something was wrong.

"Bobby, wake up! Wake up!!"

"Wha..."

He instinctively glanced down her top and was rewarded with the spectacular view of one of her lowest cut negligees. Her boobs always looked like they were going to tumble out of this one, and today he thought they really might. As she shook him with both hands, her breasts swung about violently in her top. He drank in the view for as long as he dared before groggily asking "What's wrong, Mom?"

"I overslept and I'm going to be late for the meeting today. Hurry up."

Seeing he was awake, she stood up. The top of her negligee was lacy and transparent, and Bobby could see part of her areolae where her left boob had nearly fallen out with the v******e of her shaking. She turned and headed off to the bathroom, leaving him to climb drunkenly out of bed and follow her.

He no longer bothered to wear clothes in bed, so he padded after her naked, his iron hard cock leading the way.

"Mom, if you're running late then don't worry about my shower, just leave me."

"No Bobby, it's not your fault I overslept and you shouldn't be made to suffer."

He blearily peered at the clock in the bathroom. "But Mom, you've got the big meeting today and you'll never make it."

"Well that's my fault, I'll just have to deal with it," she said, fastening the bags onto his wrists, still unaware that her left breast was partially exposed.

"You could always jump in with me." He didn't know if it was chronic horniness or pain meds that made him say it, but he couldn't believe the words came out of his mouth.

"Very funny!"

"I'm serious" he said, a plot beginning to form in his head, "You don't have time for showering me and then yourself, so why not kill two birds with one stone?"

"Bobby, I'm not getting in the shower with you!"

"But you said we had to learn to be less embarrassed with each other."

"I meant you, not me!"

"Well I'll have my back turned most of the time and I'll keep my eyes closed when I turn around, so I won't see anything." If his hands hadn't been in plaster, he'd have crossed his fingers. "I'm just being practical, I mean if you insist I have a shower, then this way you can still avoid being late."

She looked at the clock and he could see her weighing it up. Shit, he thought, she's actually thinking about it!!

"C'mon mom, I promise I won't look." Please don't strike me down, at least not before I get to see my mom naked! he thought.

She helped him into the shower, saying "I can't believe I'm doing this."

FUCK!! She was actually going to get in the shower with him...naked!

"Now stay facing the wall!"

"Ok I promise." More mental crossed fingers as his hard-on lurched, a dribble of pre-cum emerging.

He heard footsteps behind him in the cubicle and the sound of the running water change; she was actually behind him, a few feet away and naked. As he heard her washing, he slowly turned his head looking out of the side of his eye, careful not to be seen. She had her back to him, so he turned a little further. There she was, his mother, naked. She was facing away so he could see her peach-like bottom and her back, then as she lifted her arms he could see the side of one magnificent boob. He groaned and his cock lurched again, another dribble of pre-cum trickling out of his cock head.

"Are you alright, dear?"

"Yes, just getting a little cold."

"I'm almost done."

He looked down at his cock. The foreskin was drawn back completely with the size of his erection and pre-cum oozed from the head, running down to the shaft where it formed a strand that hung from his cock. It was a good thing he was facing the wall, he figured.

"All right, now stay facing that way and move under the water."

He felt her hands on his shoulders as she guided him under the running hot water that mercifully washed the pre-cum from his dick.

"Oh damn!"

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot the sponge glove."

Now she was going to have to wash him with her bare hands! His cock lurched again.

He felt her soft hands washing his back and legs. She was hurrying and talking about her meeting, but he wasn't really listening, just thinking that he was going to see her naked and have her bare hands washing his cock.

"Now turn around. I'm trusting you to keep your eyes closed!"

"I promise." I'm going to hell for that one, he lied.

As he turned he kept his eyes closed, figuring he could sneak a peek at some point, but suddenly he felt his foot slipping and thought he would lose his balance. He panicked, thinking he would land on his broken wrists, and his eyes flew open. As he did he felt his mother's hands on his arms supporting him as he toppled towards her. He was taller and bigger than her, so his momentum carried him into her as she struggled to stop him falling. The came to rest against the shower door pushed up against one another, his cock pressed up against her belly and her boobs squashed against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I slipped."

"It's alright, dear. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so."

She was aware of his cock pressed up against her belly. "All right, dear, well you need to stand back now."

He stepped back, and as he did drank in the sight of his mother. Her breasts were even more beautiful than he had imagined, big, heavy and pear shaped with light brown areolae and perky nipples that looked smaller than he would have expected. Her waist was trim and her stomach flat, with a neatly trimmed bush of dark hair marking the join between her legs. He vaguely heard her say something as he once again marvelled at her huge beautiful boobs.

"Wha..."

"I said you are supposed to have your eyes closed, don't stand there ogling me!"

"Oh, sorry, Mom, I just...never saw you like this, I didn't realise you were so... beautiful!"

He forced himself to close his eyes, at least until he thought it safe to sneak another peak.

"It's bad enough I get leered at by men at work all day without my own son joining them!"

"I'm sorry."

She washed his chest before leaning up to shampoo his hair.

"Crouch down."

As he did and she leant forward, he opened his eyes to see her huge boobs swaying inches in front of his face as she lathered his hair.

"Ok, stand up."

She finally soaped up her hands and reached down for his balls, at the same time wrapping her other hand around his cock. She was clearly hurrying and not bothering to be as delicate as usual. He was unprepared for the feel of her soapy hand on his cock and it was almost too much to bear as one hand soaped his balls while the other lathered his cock. He struggled to control himself as she soaped up and down the shaft a few times before holding his shaft, with one hand while the other soaped around the head, the sensation of her petite hand soaping the swollen glans was finally too much for him. His eyes flew open, and he looked down at her boobs which were being squeezed together between her arms, making them look even bigger and fuller as she washed his cock.

Oh shit...oh shit ...oh SHIT..."OH SHIIIITTTTT!!"

"What's wrong dear, are you al..."

The words died in her throat as she felt something warm splash her shoulder blade and neck. She was confused at first and it took her a moment to realise the warm liquid was coming not from the shower head but from her son's cock head. She looked down at the huge piece of meat pulsing in her hands as another rope of cum blasted out, splattering her left breast, before a third splashed into the valley between her boobs. She stood immobilised with shock as load after load of cum erupted from his cock. Finally the loads slackened off, and Bobby looked at his mom, her face a mask of shock. Her shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts were streaked with cum, some of which ran down into the valley between her breasts while some trickled down past her nipples and hung from the undersides of her boobs. She looked down at his pulsing cock as a few last spurts dribbled over her hand before releasing it like a piece of burning coal.

"Oh oh oh!!" she turned and frantically washed the cum off her chest before running to get a towel and cover herself. She then returned to the shower where she rinsed the soap and cum off Bobby.

"I'm sorry mom, I couldn't help it..."

"We'll talk about this later. I can't..."

She hurried off to get dressed and left him in a daze. Eventually he plucked up the courage to make his way downstairs. His mom was making a smoothie and put a straw in it so he could drink it himself. He tried to apologise again as she hurriedly gave him his pain meds.

"I can't do this now...we'll talk later," she said, leaving him in no doubt that there would be a later.

She was obviously still struggling to come to terms with what had happened as she left the house and he watched her go. The image of her huge beautiful breasts splattered with his cum was one he would never forget to his dying day. He had gotten his wish to see his beautiful mother naked and even had her accidentally make him cum...but at what cost?

Bobby spent the rest of the day in a daze, the pain meds made him sleepy and he would doze off briefly but his dreams were filled with images of his naked mother, his cock erupting over her beautiful tits followed by her shock and confusion at what had happened. He kept seeing the expression of betrayal and hurt on her face and how she couldn't even look at him over breakfast. He kept wondering how she was and felt terrible guilt that he'd allowed his lust to take control and turn his own mother into the object of his sexual fantasies. He awoke earlier than usual unable to sleep, knowing that she would be due home in a couple of hours and wondering what he had in store. Would she go crazy at him? Mom hardly ever lost her temper but when she did she really lost it. Part of him wished she would, anything was better than the pained silence he'd experience before she left.

Finally around 6pm he heard her car pull into the garage, she was later than usual but at least she was home. He waited upstairs till he heard her enter the house, he was expecting her to summon him downstairs but instead he just heard some cupboards opening and closing in the kitchen. Finally he plucked up the courage, drawing his robe around him, he ventured downstairs. He found her sitting at the dining room table, still wearing her uniform and sipping from a large glass of wine. He was shocked to see her drinking this early in the evening and as he approached he could see her eyes looked puffy as if she'd been crying.

"Mom, are you ok? You were late and I was worried."

"Yes I'm fine dear, I stopped off at O'Rourke's on the way home."

"A Bar? I thought it was Fridays you went for a drink with the girls."

"I wasn't with the girls from work, I was on my own. I needed some time to think."

He sat at the table and realised he'd never seen her looking so dejected.

"Mom, about this morning, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop myself, but I just couldn't..."

"Sweetie it's not you that needs to apologise. It was entirely my responsibility. What happened today is something that is never supposed to happen between a mother and son. I can't believe I was so stupid."

"Mom, it was an accident, you're not to blame. It was my fault for not controlling myself."

"Bobby, mothers are not supposed to get in the shower naked with their sons! If anyone knew what we did and what happened... I'd lose my job, probably go to jail.. not to mention the fact that it's just...wrong Bobby. So wrong! And I allowed it to happen!"

"Mom..."

"I'm the one who's sorry Bobby. I've let you down. Caring for you at home like this... it seemed like a good idea, but I just didn't realise where things would lead and...well I can't allow it to happen again...so I've decided to re-admit you to the hospital. You'll get the best care there, until your wrists are healed and you can look after yourself again."

"Mom... no, you can't be serious!"

"Bobby it's the best way, I should never have brought you home in the first place."

"But what about the bills? I know things are tight since dad died."

"We'll manage somehow, your wellbeing is more important right now."

"But I'd rather be looked after here by you than in a hospital ward for the next month... you can give me all the care I need."

"It's not your physical heath I'm talking about Bobby. Being here with me, and having me ...care for you. It's not healthy Bobby... not after what happened today."

"But it was an accident!"

"It should never have happened, I should never have allowed it to."

"Look mom, when you work at the hospital, I mean patients must have accidents sometimes, when you're washing them?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like I did this morning, I can't be the first guy who's... lost it when he's getting washed?"

"I suppose not, but I'm your mother Bobby!"

"But you're also a nurse, and I'd been just a regular patient you wouldn't be beating yourself up about it."

"I don't get in the shower naked with my patients Bobby!"

He experienced a flash of lust at the image but pushed it aside and remained on tack.

"Well that was my suggestion."

"And I allowed myself to go along with it! God, what was I thinking?"

"You were just trying to be practical and so was I, and I had an accident, like lots of patients probably do."

"I don't know what you think goes on in a hospital Bobby, it's not like some adolescent fantasy movie you've seen."

She managed a half smile at the last comment, it was the fist time she'd looked relaxed since she'd come home. The half empty glass of wine and the drink she'd had on the way home seemed to be having their affect.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he said with mock outrage, trying to coax her into another smile.

She managed a wry laugh before turning serious again.

"Bobby, I'm sorry but I can't go on with this situation. It's unhealthy and it might end up destroying our relationship, and you're too important to me to put that at risk."

"How can it damage our relationship, I love you! You're my mom and I will always love you! What happened doesn't change that and it never could. I've never felt closer to you that I have the last few days, being here with you and having you look after me... it's made me realise how important you really are to me. Please don't push me away like this because of an accident."

"I don't want to push you away Bobby, you're all I have. I just feel like I have failed you."

"You haven't and you never could. Please let's give it another chance. I promise I'll try to control myself more."

"It's not your fault, you're a teenage boy, I understand.. I did used to be young myself once you know!" another smile, he was winning her over he felt sure.

"You still are young mom! Remember when we went to Applebee's before I went skiing and the waitress thought we were on a date?"

"I'm sure she was just after a bigger tip!"

"No way mom, people see us out and think we're..."he thought about saying boyfriend and girlfriend but decided against it "Brother and sister!"

"Hmmm, you're such a charmer Bobby, just like your father."

"I miss dad too mom, that's why I don't want to be apart from you, not now, not ever. C'mon, what do you say. Can we give it another try?"

"Ok Bobby. I don't know what I would do without you here anyway." She placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

"Great mom, why don't I keep you company while you fix dinner?"

"Ok." she smiled.

She changed into one of his dad's old t-shirts but this time she wore some leggings underneath and was obviously still wearing her bra. Bobby wasn't too disappointed though, the combination of her more modest attire, his guilt and not least the fact his balls had been emptied meant he was able to refrain from getting a hard on. Instead he relaxed as she poured another glass of wine and chatted while she fixed dinner.

"Dr Williams has asked me to be a part of the new family planning centre they are opening at the hospital, if they are able to raise the funding to open it I could be the Assistant Manager."

"Wow that's great mom, I'm really proud of you!"

As she poured another glass of wine she finally started to return to her old self, joking with him as they enjoyed their meal together before settling down to watch an old movie. It was one they'd seen before with Humphrey Bogart as a hard bitten private eye but they enjoyed it just the same, enjoying each other's company as much as the film.

The following morning in the bathroom things were a little awkward and stilted between them, Alison wore a bathrobe over her neglige and Bobby did his best to think unsexy thoughts and try to keep himself unexcited. Her washing his genitals gave him a semi hard on but he was able to think down before it got out of control.

Over the next week Alison relaxed more, she obviously found the bathrobe uncomfortably hot in the steamy bathroom and began to stop wearing it, once again providing him a pornographic display of cleavage and swinging boobs. She made sure to always wash him with a sponge glove and when she came to wash his morning hard on she handled it as if it were an unexploded bomb, which it pretty much was, making sure there was no danger of another accident. Similarly in the evening she decided on comfort over modesty and stopped wearing both her bra and leggings under her t-shirt.

Her increasingly relaxed attitude coincided with Bobby's increasingly horny feelings. His accidental orgasm had eased the pain in his balls but he had only really had an partial release, his mom's washing had brought him off unintentionally and he'd then cum on his own, he supposed it was what was meant by a ruined orgasm leaving him with temporarily drained balls but still the horny feelings. As his mom's attitude relaxed and her clothing became more revealing his frustration began to increase so that his hard ons became initially more frequent and then almost permanent. He worried she would freak out about them but she remained relaxed and said it wasn't his fault and don't be embarrassed.

So here he was back to square one again, a cock that was so hard it hurt and a sexy beautiful mom he could hardly take his eyes off. And so it went on day after day, for the next week, every day his dick ached more and his balls grew heavier. He managed to relieve his boredom in part through his laptop, he had worked out that if he gripped a pencil in his teeth he could tap the keys. It was a painfully slow process and made anything other than basic web searches impractical but was better than nothing. Inevitably he would end up searching for movies and pics of some of his favourite big breasted porn stars and models, but this merely added to his frustration and discomfort.

This morning his mom had been particularly chirpy, the work on the new clinic was progressing fast and it looked like mom was in line for a big promotion. She was wearing a white silk neglige that actually showed the feint outlines of her aureolas through the material and allowed her boobs to swing about unfettered. "God," he groaned to himself "how much more of this can I take?" Even her customary delicate washing of his cock was torture, the delicate stroke and dabbing on the sponge on his iron hard cock and heavy balls simply adding to the torment.

After she left he slept fitfully but couldn't take the image of his mom's barely contained boobs out of his mind. He gave up trying to sleep and got out of bed, padding around the house waiting for his mom to get home. He was beginning to wonder if maybe going back to the hospital might not be such a bad idea after all. He remembered a cute little South American nurse who was always smiling at him and wondered if she might give him more than just a bed bath if he played his cards right. His cock lurched in frustration wondering what her slender little hand would feel like wrapped around his big, hard dick right now and he groaned out loud.

He walked past his mom's bedroom and looked in noticing something red and lacy on the floor. He wandered in and looked more closely out of curiosity and realised it was her bra. She must have tossed it on the floor last night and forgotten to put it in the laundry hamper. There was something hugely erotic about the discarded garment he couldn't ignore, he managed to hook his toe into one of the straps and picked it up with his foot before dropping it on the bed. He leant forward and examined the label, he could see it was a 32G. Shit, his mom was stacked alright! He bent down and picked the strap up in his teeth and let the silky fabric hang down in front of him, the head of cock rubbing the inside of the huge cup.

"Fuck! Her boobs were in this a few hours ago" he thought as his cock gave another demented lurch and left a smear of pre-cum on the material. He let her bra rub against his swollen cock for a few minutes, then he decided he'd better drop the lacy garment before he made even more of a mess of it. He dropped it from his teeth but the strap caught on his cock and it hung from his hard on like a giant clothes peg. He felt the material rubbing against his heavy balls and leg and decided it leave it there for time being. Not that there was much he could do about it right now he reflected. He remembered something and headed for his room, pausing to look at his reflection in the hallway mirror, his huge hard on contrasting with the red silky material that hung from the base of his cock. As he reached his room he sat in front of the laptop and gripped a pen in his teeth before prodding the keyboard to type in the name of one of his favourite models, Sophie Howard. As the search results came up on the screen he used the pen on the mouse pad to scroll through them and sure enough she had the same bra size as his mom. He brought up various images of the British model and realised her boobs looked pretty similar to his mom's as well.

God, he would give anything right now to have the use of his hands to be able to wrap his moms silky bra round his cock and jerk off while he looked at images on the screen, imagining they were his mom's boobs. Instead he just sat there in frustration, the baleful eye of his cock staring up at him as his cock throbbed against his belly.

He looked at the clock, shit, she would be home soon and finding him walking around with her bra hanging from his cock and a boob look-a-like model on his laptop would be difficult to explain away. He walked out to the landing and lent over the bannister to see if he could hear anything but the house was silent.

He turned to head back to his room and as he did he caught his cock head against the balustrade. His dick was so hard right now that the sensation actually felt good. Even a little pain was better then the permanent dull ache he'd had for the last few days. He swung his hip and hit his cock on the wooden post again.

"Thunk!"

God, his dick ached so bad right now any sensation was better than nothing so he did it again, harder this time.

"Thunk!"

As he swung his cock he could feel the soft material of his mom's bra swinging against his heavy, hanging balls and legs. He repeated the process swinging his dick harder and faster.

"THUNK THUNK THUNK!"

The contrast of the hard unyielding wood of the bannister against his hard cock and the soft lacy fabric brushing his balls was driving him crazy. Shit a few more minutes of this and he might actually cum! He continued beating his cock against the wood harder and faster, pre-cum smearing the wood, and pictured his cum shooting over the bannisters, spattering as he beat his cock on the wood and spraying over the landing onto the stairs and hall below. He knew with the amount of cum he had stored up now there would be a hell of a mess but right now he didn't care, he'd tell his mom he just had an accident. He thought of his mom having to wipe his think streams of cum off the bannisters and floor and his cock lurched more, he pictured her big tits swaying as she scrubbed the cum from the carpet and his cock lurched, a dribble of pre-cum splattering against the wood. Shit he was almost there.

"THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK..."

"I'm home sweetie!"

SHIT!! He'd been so wrapped up in beating off he didn't hear her come home. He looked at his dick, seconds from cumming, a strand of pre-cum connected to the wooden balustrade, aching hard and now bruised from the battering he'd just given it, with his mom's bra dangling underneath.

Crap, if only she'd been a few minutes later he'd have cum! As it was she would be coming upstairs to get changed in a moment so he hurried to her room, he shook his hips trying to dislodge her bra from his cock by swinging it side to side but with no success, so instead he tried to hook his toe into the dangling strap and pull it down while balancing on the other foot. As he pulled her bra down with one strap the other pulled his cock down until finally the strap came free and his cock slapped up against his belly. He prodded the bra back to roughly where he'd found it and hoped she wouldn't notice the precum stains on it before returning to his own room to close the browser windows with the images of Sophie Howard. He could hear his mom padding up to her room to get changed from her uniform and heard no reaction so he figured he'd got away with it.

"Bobby are you awake?"

"Yes mom."

"Ok I'm going to start cooking soon, there's that trashy horror movie you wanted to see in an hour, are you going to come and keep me company?"

She sounded in a really good mood today and he wanted to see her but right now all he could think about was the boner that ached and was dribbling pre-cum onto his taut stomach.

"Sure mom, I'll be down in a minute."

He tried to clean himself up with his robe as best as he could, there was no chance of his dick going soft this side of Christmas so he ventured downstairs trying to keep it concealed under his robe as best he could. His mom was bustling around in the kitchen with some music playing on the radio.

"Oh hi sweetie, how are you feeling today?"

"Ok thanks mom, how was your day?"

"Really good thanks, Dr Williams has a big fundraiser lined up next month and if it goes through the new clinic will be green lighted."

"That's great!"

He tried to listen to her conversation but all he could notice was her t shirt, she was wearing a black Led Zeppelin one that was particularly small and clung to her curves. Her bra-less boobs jiggled and swayed and the shirt barely covered her ass when she bent over.

Fuck, how much more of this could he take? His cock was defying any attempt to keep it covered so he just let it jut out in the open.

"Shit, if she's going to run around half naked like that then she can just put up with me having a hard on." he thought.

His dick was like an iron bar, the head dark purple and shiny while his balls felt like they weighed a ton. Just having the cool air from the A/C on his dick felt a little better. Mom seemed oblivious to his arousal and carried on as normal.

They ate and settled to watch the movie, it was a sequel to the one they saw last week and the producers had decided to up the quotient of naked girls to make up for the lack of plot or acting. Mom cuddled up to Bobby and sipped her wine as the movie got underway. The movie was barely 5 minutes old before the first actress was running around naked and Bobby was facing the agony of another 90 minutes with the combination of a bevy of naked girls on tv, a beautiful scantily clad mother curled up next to him and an aching, bruised hard on for company. He managed to keep his dick covered up with his robe when he sat down, he decided turning himself on more by exposing his cock would only add to his discomfort. As his mom started on her 2nd glass of wine she was definitely starting to relax.

"Honestly Bobby, I can't believe this movie is even worse than the last one. I think you are only watching this for all the naked girls!" she sipped her wine before adding "That's if you can see them from behind that circus tent you're pitching!" glancing at his robe.

He no longer knew how to react to her flirty comments, after her freaking out over the shower incident he was careful not to push things too far, but a week and a few glasses of wine later it seemed like she was finally chilled out, so he decided to joke along with her.

"I guess that's what they call a standing ovation mom."

"Very funny young man!" she chided him leaning over to put her glass on the coffee table and pulling his robe open accidentally as she did.

She glanced at his cock before looking more closely.

"Bobby, what are these marks on your penis?"

"Oh...nothing mom. It's nothing" he tried to pull his robe closed but his bandaged arms allowed him little movement and her nurse's instinct had already taken over.

"Let me see Bobby, it looks like you've bruised yourself!"

She looked more closely before gently lifting his penis away from his belly with her finger and thumb so she could examine it fully.

"You've definitely got some bruises Bobby, what happened did you fall while I was out?"

"Err... kind of mom, it's nothing really. We're missing the movie."

"What happened did you hurt yourself anywhere else?"

"Err no just down there."

"Well let me examine you in case you've done any harm. Why didn't you call me or at least tell me when I got home?"

"It's no big deal really mom."

She was still holding his cock and gently drew back his foreskin so she could examine his glans before satisfying herself there was no serious damage and releasing his cock.

"Did you hurt your testicles?"

"No they're fine really."

"Are you sure? There's no point in being embarrassed if you have hurt yourself."

"Really mom."

"Have you any pain or discomfort in them?"

"Err... no not really." Apart from the worst case of blue balls in history he thought.

"Well if there is any discomfort I think you should let me check you, unless you want me to take you to Casualty?"

"Really mom I'm sure I'm ok. I mean they just ache a little."

"Are you going to let me check or do we go to the hospital?"

'Ok, I guess."

Alison reached down and gently lifted his big heavy balls one at a time in her hand, her fingers delicately feeling for any damage. His balls were the size of duck eggs normally, in his current state they were even bigger and heavier, each one filling her palm.

"They seem rather swollen, are they usually this, er.. large?"

Yeah when they've got a quart of cum bottled up in them he thought, "Yeah pretty much mom."

After a few minutes gentle probing she seemed satisfied.

"Well they seem to be alright. Now suppose you tell me what happened." With this she muted the tv with the remote and waited for an explanation.

He flushed red and tried to think of a convincing explanation but what could he say, he fell over and landed on his dick? In the end he grudgingly told her the truth, leaving out the detail about her bra and Sophie Howard.

"What were you thinking Bobby? You could have seriously hurt yourself doing that!"

"I'm sorry mom, I just get so... you know... frustrated, and I just wanted to make the pain go away."

"Oh Bobby, I'm know it must be hard, I mean... difficult." flushing as she realised her unfortunate choice of words.

"You got that right first time," he thought "right now I could hammer a nail in with it!"

"If only Debbie was still around." she sighed

Debbie McDonald was a girl he dated for a few weeks before his skiing trip. He met her when she was waitressing in the local Denny's and was struck by two things, her charm and personality, that and her huge tits! After a few dates they'd made out in his car and she'd let him get his hands on her boobs. She had the biggest pair he'd ever felt, and after a couple of more dates she'd let him take her top off and suck her tits. She'd stroked his cock through his pants while he did this for a couple of dates before finally taking it out and giving him a hand-job. By then he was so turned on that when he came he shot about a pint of cum over her boobs and skirt and she freaked out. He saw her a couple more times after that but she was adamant she wasn't going to let him fuck her as she was worried his dick was too big and would hurt her and seeing how much he came a blowjob was out of the question as well. She did give him some more hand-jobs providing he bought her new clothes to replace any of the ones he ruined but by then he was starting to get bored with her and dumped her. Right now he'd give just about anything for one of those hand-jobs of hers, but after he broken up with her she started seeing another guy and let it be known she was putting out to him. Not surprising, considering the guy was hung like a fifth grader so Bobby had heard.

His dick lurched and dribbled pre-cum as he recalled the sight of Debbie's tits and the feel of her hand on his dick. At the time she had the best boobs he'd ever seen, but that was before he'd seen his mom's of course.

His mom had said something but he didn't hear it.

"Sorry what was that mom?"

"I said I had better put some antiseptic cream on those abrasions, I don't want them to get infected."

"Err... ok."

With that she took her wine glass and got up returning a few moments later with a tube of cream, some rubber gloves and a refilled glass. She put the gloves on before gently squeezing some of the thick, white cream onto his cock. The cold cream felt soothing on his cock as she replaced the cap on the tube before gently smoothing the cream into his foreskin. She held his cock by the shaft in her left hand lifting it away from his stomach so she could apply the cream evenly around his cock head with her right hand. Her fingers, even through the rubber gloves, felt wonderful and as she gently pulled the skin back over the huge hard head of his cock and smoothed the cream into his glans his cock was like an iron bar. After she was satisfied she'd covered all the bruises she released his cock.

"There that should help ease the bruises."

He surreptitiously glanced over at her boobs and was surprised to see her nipples were standing out through her t-shirt as she removed the gloves before taking a big sip of her wine.

She switched the sound back on the tv as in the movie a young couple romped in the back of a car. The girl was a busty blonde and inevitably had her top off and Bobby's cock lurched, pre-cum mixing with the cream his mother had applied. God he was going crazy, how could he survive another day, let alone another month like this? He was going crazy!

"I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid this is one problem I can't help you with. You're just going to have to try to think about other things for the next few weeks. Now promise me you won't try doing anything stupid like today."

He mumbled something and she replied, "What did you say?"

"I said right now I'd fuck a hornet's nest I'm so horny." he blurted out.

"Bobby!"

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to swear, but it's driving me crazy. I mean I've not been able to do anything for nearly a month now and the only relief I've had was, well you know, last week in the shower."

"That was an accident and I don't want to discuss it. It's something that must never happen again."

"I wish it would." he muttered.

"What did you say?"

"I just mean I'm going crazy last week was the first time I've had a good night's sleep or been able to think about anything apart from, you know, being horny."

"Bobby, you can't be serious? I'm your mother for God's sake!"

"I know you are mom, but I don't know what else to do. I mean Debbie isn't coming back and all my friends are away at boarding school."

"You must know someone surely?"

"Mom I only come back here in the holidays, and we moved here less than a year ago. Debbie is the only girl I met here and now she wouldn't piss, I mean spit on me if I was on fire. You're the only woman I know."

"Well I'm sorry but I'm your mother Bobby, I can't take care of.. this for you!" she gestured at his hard on.

"But if it was a sprained leg you'd massage it for me."

"It's not a sprained leg Bobby!"

"But it hurts like crazy mom."

"Bobby, I am not going to masturbate you! What you are talking about is i****t!"

"I'm not asking to have sex mom! It just felt so good last week after the shower, and... well..." he trailed off.

"And you would like me to masturbate you? Is that it?"

He stayed silent sensing her anger.

"Bobby this is not something a mother and son should even be talking about let alone do! Ever! What happened last week was an accident and I blame myself, but if you think it means I am going to... do that for you again, you are wrong. I'm sorry Bobby I love you and I would do anything for you but this is sick and wrong and I can't believe you are asking me this."

With that she drained her glass and went to the kitchen returning a few minutes later with another. She walked back and flopped down next to him staring angrily at the tv, even in her anger he couldn't help but think how beautiful she was and admiring her boobs as the jiggled and swayed under her shirt. His dick remained hard despite her anger and now he had the predicament of a pissed off mom and a hard on. Shit now what? Another month of hard ons, blue balls and a mom who thought he was a sick pervert.

His mom stared at the tv and, even though she didn't say anything, he could sense her anger radiating towards him and hated himself for being so crass.

"Mom... I'm sorry please don't be angry with me. I don't know what got into me, I just get so... frustrated sometimes. I didn't mean to upset you."

She could hear the genuine hurt in his voice, her heart melted and she felt her anger fade away.

"I'm not angry with you Bobby. I'm trying my best to help you and I know it's difficult for you, but if anyone knew what we were discussing, or what happened in the shower, or even saw us sitting here like this with your thing out in the open like that... I'd probably go to jail and you'd go into foster care."

"No one is going to know, what happens between us here is private and I'm not going to tell anyone."

"But it still doesn't make it right Bobby, we're mother and son not wife and husband, and I'm worried if we're not careful we'll destroy our relationship." she paused to take a sip of wine before going on quietly, "You're all I have Bobby, after your father died there were mornings when I wondered what was the point of carrying on, and then I thought of you and it gave me the strength to carry on. I can't risk losing you Bobby."

"Mom, I didn't know, why didn't you say something?"

"You had enough to deal with, losing your father and starting at college, I couldn't burden you with my problems. Besides, just knowing you were there was enough."

"I'll always be here for you mom, forever. I love you more than anything and nothing will ever change that."

"Oh Bobby."

She put her arms round him and hugged him, her eyes moist with tears. Bobby was shocked at his mother's revelation and wished he could help her more, at the same time he couldn't ignore the huge pair of breasts squashing against him through her thin shirt. He loved his mom more than anything but he couldn't help the fact that she had the body of a centrefold and that body was pressed up against him. His cock lurched again and more pre-cum oozed out to mix with the cream.

"I'll always be your son mom, and I'll always love you. Don't ever worry about losing me."

"Thank you Bobby," she smiled at him and they went back to watching the movie, his mom was silent and seemed lost in thought.

After a while he asked "You ok mom?"

"Hmmm? Yes dear. I was just thinking."

"Penny for them."

She laughed, "Well I was thinking maybe I could hire a... I don't even know the term, call girl? But I wouldn't know where to start, and besides I don't know if they deal with 18 year olds."

"Mom you don't have to do that," the thought of his mom hiring a hooker for him embarrassed him and besides he knew she couldn't afford it.

"I even wondered if there were any of my friends that could... help you out. Jenny broke up with her boyfriend a while ago."

Jenny was a junior nurse and one of Mom's friends from the hospital. He'd met her a couple of times, she was a cute blonde in her early 20's who reminded him of Goldie Hawn from the old Rowan and Martin laugh ins and he'd always thought she was hot.

"But I can't exactly just call her up and say 'Would you like to come round after work and jerk my son off?'"

Mom's language was definitely becoming more colourful as the wine loosened her up. The image of Jenny stroking his cock before he blasted her pretty face with a huge load of cum flashed through his mind and his cock lurched dementedly dribbling more pre-cum.

His mom seemed to notice and said, "Does it still hurt?" looking towards his cock. It took a moment for him to realise she was referring to the bruises.

"A little."

"Would you like me to put some more cream on it?"

His dick lurched again. "Err... yeah that'd be nice mom."

He didn't suppose the cream would make much difference but he wasn't going to turn down the chance to have his mom's hands on his cock again. She took another drink of her wine before picking up the tube of antiseptic, not bothering with gloves this time. He watched dementedly as she unscrewed the cap before holding the shaft of his cock in her left hand and pulling it up away from his body. As he looked at her slender fingers wrapped round he column of meat he noticed his dad's wedding ring on her hand, the hand that was holding his stiff cock! His dick pulsed in her hand as a dribble of pre-cum emerged from the head and ran down the glans onto the shaft. She squeezed a blob of antiseptic onto his cock head, the cool white cream looking like extra thick cum, before delicately rubbing it into his foreskin and glans. There was no attempt to be sensuous on Alison's part as she delicately applied the cream to his cock head and glans but the feel of her fingers lightly rubbing cream around the most sensitive parts of his cock while her other hand held the shaft were amazing all the same. His cock felt like he could bang nails in with it right now and as her fingers delicately worked around the purple head his cock pulsed several times in her hands, pre-cum dribbling over the head and mixing with the cream, shit a little more of this and he would cum.

"There, how does that feel?" she said releasing his cock.

It would have felt a lot better if you'd kept it up for a few more minutes, he thought, but settled for "Better thanks."

She went to the kitchen to wash her hands and took the opportunity to pour herself another glass of wine while she was at it. 'She's really getting through it tonight' he thought. She returned and sat next to him sipping her drink and watching the movie, which currently involved a shower scene with several cheerleaders. She glanced over at him a couple of times and he thought he saw her look at his cock.

"Bobby, I'm sorry I got angry, and I don't like to see you like this, so frustrated, and hurting yourself, but... what you are asking... it's i****t!"

She was still thinking about jerking him off! His cock lurched at the thought she might yet change her mind and he considered carefully before replying.

"Mom, the way I see it if families do sexual stuff together just because they want to, then that's i****t. But if it wasn't for my wrists being broken I'd never have had an accident in the shower or be so... worked up. So if you, did, you know, do something, it would just be to help me out, not because you wanted to, so that's not the same as i****t."

"But Bobby, I'm your mother! What sort of mother gives her son a hand job?"

'THE BEST!" he thought but settled for, "I don't think it's wrong for a mom to help her son feel better, if he's in pain and she's doing it to help him."

She took another swig of wine and remained silent for a couple of moments, Bobby kept quiet and let her think, his cock drooling precum as he realised she was actually thinking about jerking him off.

"Bobby, if I, do what you want, you know there's no going back."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we can't undo it, we could destroy our relationship. I just want us to be a normal mother and son Bobby."

"Mom nothing could ever destroy our relationship! I love you and I always will, if anything I've felt closer to you the last few weeks than ever before. I don't know what a normal mom is but you're better than any other mom I could think of, and I won't ever change the way I feel."

He was surprised at the heartfelt statement of his feelings but realised he really did love her, and his heart melted as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Oh Bobby, I don't know what I would do with out you." she hugged him again, again her huge boobs squashing against him. After a couple of minutes she released him and dabbed her eyes.

"I must look a mess!"

"You always look beautiful mom!"

"Such a charmer, just like your father!" she smiled.

Then silence, and she looked at his cock, throbbing with his heartbeat, the head dark purple and shiny, covered in a sheen of cream with a strand of precum hanging from the head down towards his flat stomach. The shaft was like an iron bar, the veins standing out while his big balls were drawn up under his cock.

"Do you really want me to do this Bobby?"

His mouth was dry with excitement, he wanted to say "FUCK YEAH!" but instead forced a measured response, "Mom, if you don't want to you don't have to do anything, your happiness means more to me than anything."

"Oh Bobby!"

She took another swig of wine, he guessed it was Dutch courage before setting the glass down.She then spread his robe open, completely exposing him.

Fuck! She was actually going to do it, she was actually going to give him a hand job!

He watched silently as she placed her hand on his belly, pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath, before sliding it down and lightly encircling his cock, he breathed in as he felt her cool fingers on his hard dick, her touch felt amazing, some how so much more so knowing that she was holding it not to examine him or treat him but to masturbate him. She began lightly and slowly running her hand up and down the shaft drawing the foreskin up and down as she did, the cream and pre-cum making little wet sounds as the skin rolled back and forward over his glans. Her movements were gentle and tender, but felt amazing just the same. Fuck she was actually jerking him off, his dick pulsed and dribbled more pre-cum adding to the slick sheen that covered his cock head and running down the shaft to where his mother's hand was stroking him. Part of him wanted to make the moment last as long as possible in case it was never repeated, but part of him feared she would change her mind at any moment and stop. As it was he knew in his current state he would cum before too long, but he held back as much as he could. On the screen some girl was running through a house in her underwear being chased by a killer but Bobby was only interested in watching his mother's delicate hand as it lightly caressed the column of meat that jutted from his belly, her movements were becoming bolder now, the fingers moving up to stroke the head of his cock before running back down onto the shaft again.

"Fuck mom, that feels good!"

She said nothing but simply continued to lightly stroke his iron hard cock, the relentless caressing bringing him inexorably closer and closer to orgasm. Her fingers were slick with his pre-cum and the cream and he knew he couldn't last much longer, his balls were tight against the base of his cock and his shaft was constantly pulsing. Her steady, relentless stroking was going to bring him over the edge, he'd never been so hard or so excited in his life as he was now. She was facing away from him but the side of one of her beautiful boobs was presented in profile and wobbled slightly with her movements she stroked his cock. His dick lurched again, the cum boiling over in his balls, even if she stopped now he thought he would cum anyway, but she didn't stop and carried on gently caressing his rock hard cock.

"I'm... gonna...cum!" was all he could croak.

She said nothing but just continued stroking him as his whole body went tense before a huge rope of cum shot over his shoulder and splattered on the sofa. She pulled his cock down slightly and the next blast splashed over her shirt, as did the next and the next. The streams came so hard and fast it looked like he was pissing white. After 7 or 8 huge loads had blasted onto her chest they began to slacken off and the last few spurted onto Alison's legs before just dribbling out of his cock onto her hand. As his orgasm subsided he opened his eyes to see his mom gently stroking his cock, her black Led Zeppelin shirt soaked with steaks of white cum that ran down to join the splashes of cum on her legs. Wordlessly she released his cock and got off the sofa before going to clean up. By the time she returned Bobby was fast asleep on the sofa, the sleepless tension of the last few days gone replaced by a post orgasmic glow. She silently cleaned the last few splashes of sperm from the sofa before switching off the TV and covering him with his robe. She left him to sleep before finishing her wine and making her way to bed in a daze wondering what she had started.