Good To Be Home

Before I knew it I was at the point of no return. Trying desperately to remain silent, I stood and strode a few paces towards the nearby garden-bed when one powerful contraction after another sent semen erupting; drops of my seed spraying over mom's purple azaleas. As I struggled to stay on my feet, tried to imagine how Mom might moan and squirm if I was to empty my seed inside her. Slowly I began to calm, pausing for a moment, cock in hand, feeling completely satisfied as I continued to admire Mom's glistening body. Pushing my softening penis back into my speedo's, I made my way over to the edge of the pool and dove in.

It was with some relief that I was able to enjoy my mother's company for the rest of the day, without the same incessant urge to tear her clothes off and penetrate her. I realised that my attraction to her was equally physical and emotional. I wanted to express my absolute love and appreciation for her and for me it seemed that sex was the ultimate means.

Later that night I once again found myself snuggling with Mom on the sofa. When she asked me what movie I would like to watch I simply gazed at her lovingly and bent forward to place an arm around her shoulder, hugging her closer then kissing her gently on the cheek. Mom looked up at me in surprise, then laughed. "What's got into you tonight? You're acting all mushy!"

I laughed back, "I just love you Mom is all. I'm so lucky to have you." I kissed her on the cheek again. Mom was visibly touched by my show of affection and wet my cheek with her own kiss, then she brought her hand to my face and turned it towards her, I could see the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes.

"No darling, I'm the lucky one. Sometimes I look at you and I can't believe that something so wonderful came from me. You've turned into such a kind and handsome young man and I think that if I was any prouder, my heart would simply burst." With that she lent forwards and to my surprise, gently pressed her lips to mine. Mom rested her head on my chest and it was a good ten seconds before I remembered to breathe again. We just lay there enjoying each other's company as a random TV show played in the background, my mouth still tingling with the wetness of her kiss.

The next day I awoke to find that it was just as hot as the last, although I had slept much better this time and was feeling quite chirpy. I jumped out of bed and deciding not to bother with a shirt, made my way downstairs. I went into the kitchen to find Mom pouring herself a glass of juice. Instead of the black tank top she had worn yesterday she was now wearing a baggy white T-shirt, I found myself feeling slightly disappointed, before catching a glimpse of a cute pair of red panties. I went to stand beside her and noticing me out of the corner of her eye, she smiled and turned to give me a hug.

"Whoops!" there was that slightly familiar bump between us as my erection poked into her abdomen.

"Aggh, not again!" I covered my face with my hands.

Mom giggled, "I guess this is going to be a regular thing, huh?"

I groaned. "I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot."

Mum waved a hand at me then took a sip of her juice. "Oh Dave, don't worry about it, it's nothing I haven't seen plenty of times before, I am your mother remember?"

"Yeah, but not for a long time and not like this." I mumbled.

She laughed again. "Oh, I remember when I used to give you baths as a child and you would get erections all the time! You used to love your baths."

I turned away in embarrassment. "Oh god mum, please!"

Seeing my obvious discomfort, Mom's expression changed to a serious one and she turned me to face her. "Come on now, you have nothing to be embarrassed about in front of me. If you can't be comfortable around your own mother, who can you be comfortable with?" She playfully patted me on the cheek and I watched as she went upstairs, giving me a better view of her panty clad bottom as she rose with each step.

After a quick breakfast I went upstairs for a shower. Feeling the running water on my back I couldn't help but think about what Mom had said about bathing me as a child. Maybe if I asked her very politely she would be willing to bathe me now. A fantasy started to form in my head and before I knew it I was jerking off.

Suddenly there was a knock at the bathroom door and I jumped. "Sweetie? I'm coming in ok? I have to clean my teeth quickly before I go out, I promise I won't look!" I watched as the bathroom door opened and Mom slipped inside, her gaze cast downwards at the tiles. As the glass shower screen was completely transparent there was nothing to hide my nakedness or my huge erection for that matter. Mom went to the bathroom sink and began to clean her teeth. I could see her face reflected in the mirror, which meant that she could see my reflection with a simple sideways glance. I watched as she stood there and couldn't help but admire her body once again. She was dressed in a pretty summer dress that hugged her bust and waist before flowing loosely over her hips, finishing a few inches above her knees. Her bare shoulders looked delicate and feminine and her legs were slim and shapely. She looked gorgeous, and it wasn't long before my hand was moving along my cock again, the chance that she might see me only made it more exciting.

My eyes were on her the whole time as she rinsed the toothpaste from her mouth and lent into the mirror to check her make-up lifting her chin and tilting her head as she did so. I continued to stroking my cock slowly as I watched her reflection in the mirror. Mom pouted and began to apply some lipstick, pressing her lips together to ensure an even coating. She made a kissing motion once she was satisfied admiring the full ripeness of her own lips. God she was sexy. It was then, without warning, that I thought I saw her eyes flash away from her own reflection, right at me. It had happened so quickly that I couldn't be sure. I stood there frozen, my hand still on my cock.

"Well I'm going now, see you later tonight," Mom quickly moved to the door and left the room, she seemed flustered, but perhaps she was just in a hurry. I was annoyed at myself for jacking off when she was in the room, but if she had in fact peeked, it would have been so brief that perhaps she didn't really see anything. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Whatever had happened, I desperately hoped that things wouldn't become weird between us.

It was a nervous wait until Mom arrived home later that afternoon, but when she did I found myself wondering what I had been worried about. Mom was acting completely normal, if anything she seemed to be in an especially good mood. The evening was less relaxed than the night before, partially because I was feeling a little frustrated after not finishing my jerk off session in the shower and partially because the movie Mom had chosen to put on was one of those artsy French ones, with plenty of nudity and sex. Despite the heat, Mom was snuggled against me once again and had changed from her summer dress, back into the T-shirt and panty ensemble she has worn this morning. She lay with her body stretched along the sofa, her upper body pressed up against me and her hand on my thigh. Her T-shirt had ridden up around her stomach so that her red lacy panties were clearly visible, although she didn't seem to notice or care.

It was both awkward and arousing watching the fairly graphic sex scenes with Mom. I couldn't help but notice that during the intense sexual moments Mom's hand would repeatedly open and close very slightly, her fingers brushing over a small area of my thigh just below my boxer shorts, right up until the scene was finished. She seemed to be doing it unconsciously, but it was enough of a distraction that I spent the entire movie waiting for it to happen again. I used all of my concentration to very gradually shift my weight so that her fingers came ever closer to where my penis lay tingling in anticipation. Without her knowledge, I managed to manoeuvre so that her fingers rested on my inner thigh, a couple of inches inside the the open leg of my boxers. The characters in the film began to undress each other and I closed my eyes as Mom's fingers began to move again, unbelievably close to where my rock hard cock lay throbbing.

Before I knew it the movie was over. Mom yawned and as she went to push herself into a sitting position, her hand slid down towards my crotch and suddenly I could feel her fingers pressing against my erection. A puzzled look turned to one of surprise as she realised where her hand was and she pulled it away quickly as though she has just been burnt. "Oh! I'm, sorry!" Mom gave a weak smile in embarrassment and as she looked down at my crotch I felt my own cheeks flush bright red. With the only light in the room coming from the TV screen, I decided to make my escape into the shadows, quickly kissing Mom goodnight and hurrying up to my bedroom.

The next day I didn't fail to notice my morning wood before I went downstairs, I simply decided that I wouldn't try to hide it. It obviously bothered me more than it did Mom, which seemed silly. I found Mom outside in the pool swimming laps and when she spotted me she pulled herself to sit panting at the side of the pool. As I walked up to her she grinned at me and dramatically collapsed onto her back signifying her exhaustion. I looked at her lying on the slate tiles in her bikini, her eyes half closed and her tongue poking out playfully as though she was pretending to be dead. I laughed and offered her my hand, heaving her to her feet with a exaggerated groan. "It's so good to see you taking care of yourself Mom." She rolled her eyes, too puffed to say anything, and leaned her body into mine to take some of the weight off her feet, her dripping body making me shiver with her touch.

"Ah, Mom! You're making me all wet!" I feigned disgust, then laughed and hugged her to me, her body felt cool and soft against mine. This time neither of us reacted straight away when my barely covered erection brushed against her stomach. Instead Mom simply wrapped her arms around me and we stood there in each others arms listening to the sound of Mom's heavy breathing as each inhale and exhale gradually slowed to it's normal rate. I loved the feeling of my hands on her bare back almost as much as the feeling of my cock pressed against her belly.

Mom slowly withdrew her embrace and looked up at me smiling before turning her attention downwards. She laughed softly and to my surprise, reached down with one hand to give my boner a playful squeeze. Startled, I quickly mumbled something that sounded like an apology, though I really didn't mean it.

She smiled, "remember what I said yesterday? I want us to be able to feel completely comfortable around each other." I nodded and she put her hand to my cheek. "I'm serious now," she continued, "I've become so used to living without a man in the house, and I don't want to have to start being careful around my own home in order to avoid embarrassment over trivial things." She pinched my cheek between her finger and thumb and gave me a wink. "This is your home again too now, for as long as you decide to stay and I want you to feel comfortable too." There was a pause as she looked into my eyes. "Agreed?" I nodded. I could still feel my penis throbbing, almost bridging the distance between us."Good." I picked up Mom's towel and she stood with her back to me as I dried her hair, then we both went inside to fix breakfast.

Later that morning, overcome by a sudden urgency to pee, it wasn't until I reached the bathroom door that I heard the shower running and realised that I would either have to wait, or go and pee the kitchen sink. Rather than go back downstairs, I found myself standing by the door listening to the sound of the water slap against wet tiles. I recalled what Mom had said about wanting us to be more comfortable around each other. She had come into the bathroom when I was in the shower once before, it should be fine for me to do the same. My mind wandered to the thought of her naked and wet in the next room and I felt my cock stir. Even though I had seen her in that skimpy bikini it was still so hard to picture her completely naked, I found it deeply frustrating.

I snapped myself out it and feeling a little courageous, knocked at the bathroom door.

"Uh, Mom?"

"Ya-huh?" Came her voice from inside.

"I, I'm coming in ok? I need to go to the toilet."

There was a pause.

"Okaaay, come in!"

I carefully opened the door and quickly slipped in, keeping my eyes to the floor. I wanted so much to look at her but at the same time I dreaded what might happen if she caught me. I made my way to the toilet which was in the right hand corner, closest to the door. The shower and Mom were in the far right corner directly to my left. I lifted the toilet seat and unzipped my fly. In my peripheral vision, through the clear glass shower screen I could make out her slender flesh colored form, swaying from side to side under the falling water. I could see that her feet were pointing away from me as she stood face on to the shower head.

"Got any plans for today?" she asked, her back still to me.

That startled me a little and I quickly proceeded to pull down the front of my briefs and started to pee.

"Uh, no not really..."

As the sound of my urine splashed into the toilet bowl melded with that of the water rolling over my mothers body and slapping on the tiles, I was suddenly starkly aware that I was exposing my penis while in the same room as my completely naked mom. Combined with this realisation, my curiosity quickly got the better of me and I glanced briefly towards her. In that split second I could see that she was in fact facing away from me, if I was to look at her now she would never know.

As I kept a steady stream of pee flowing I took a chance and turned my head to look at her. I inhaled deeply as my eyes focused on her naked body. She was running her hands through her hair as soapy water slid down her back and over her buttocks which glowed a rosy pink under the heat of the shower. I watched her hips sway as she shifted her weight from one foot to another, all the while struggling to make sure I was still in fact peeing in the toilet. It was made all the more difficult by the fact that my cock began to swell in my hand, as I watched my mother lower her hands to her shoulders and then to her chest as she lathered her body with shampoo. She turned slightly towards me and I could clearly make out the curve of her right breast, watching its shape change under the pressure of her hand. I was in awe of her womanly figure, her lightly muscled shoulders and arms, her slim neck and waist, the proud bulge of her hips and buttocks and the delicate curves of her shapely legs.

Suddenly she turned around completely, I quickly looked away, hoping she hadn't caught me looking, but not before snatching a glimpse of her right nipple. My focus was now on my penis which had become semi engorged in my hands. I felt my checks begin to flush pink as I stood there with my penis exposed in direct view of my mom. Was she looking at it? I couldn't be sure, but I swore I could sense her eyes burning into me, her focus on what I gripped in my hand... My stream of pee eased then stopped, I shook out the last remaining drops and flushed. At the same time the sound of the falling shower water ceased and suddenly the bathroom was quiet.

"Don't forget to put the seat down please." called Mom.

I quickly obeyed, then turned my gaze to the floor as I moved towards the basin.

"Hey, can you pass me a towel?"

"Uh... Sure," I quickly washed my hands then went over to where a towel was hanging on the rail, the shower door open behind me. I slipped it off the rail and stepped toward her, the towel in my outstretched hand, making sure to keep my head turned in the the opposite direction.

I heard Mom giggle softly as she took it. "You know you don't have to be such a prude, I really don't mind if you look."

I turned my head cautiously until I was looking at her smiling face, she clutched the towel in front of her. I smiled back nervously. Then to my amazement, she lowered the towel so that her bare breasts lay in full view, her pink nipples pointing proudly as if embracing their exposure. They looked surprisingly firm despite her age, with very little noticeable sagging. She looked down at them and cupped one in her hand, then looked up at me. "You've suckled on these breasts for goodness sake, looking at them isn't going to do you any harm." As she said this, she squeezed her breast lightly then laughed aloud at my expression. I turned red and left the bathroom. I had thoroughly enjoyed what I had seen but was also very embarrassed. Getting to see my mom naked was something I hoped I was going to have to get used to.

It seemed we were experiencing a heatwave and the next day was another hot one. I knew as soon as I woke, peeling the sheets from my clammy skin that I'd be spending it either in or by the pool. I spent much of the night thinking about what had happened the day before. My mom spoke of being "comfortable" around each other, but what did that mean exactly? After the incident in the bathroom it was apparent that it meant at least not having to avert my eyes when she was naked. It made sense that the same went for her when I was naked.

As was becoming tradition, I plodded downstairs sporting morning wood. My dick had received extra encouragement by the practical guarantee that I would see Mom in her bikini again today. I even gave my cock a few tugs before I left my bedroom in an attempt to make it as impressive as possible. I had decided that if Mom was so keen for us to feel comfortable around each other, I wasn't going to let embarrassment hold me back from finding out how comfortable we could get.

I came into the kitchen and was filled with joy to see that once again she was wearing the black tank top which, unlike her baggy T-shirt, left her tightly packaged bottom able to be admired in its entirety. She was chopping something at the kitchen bench and I shuffled over.

"Morning Mom, what-cha making?"

She looked over her shoulder. "Morning sweetie, fruit salad, want some?"

She turned her attention back to the fruit and I moved closer. "Sure, looks good."

My eyes were fixed firmly on her ample ass, the tight fitting cotton fabric of her panties cut a line from either side over each cheek before plunging into the gap between them. I fought the urge to reach forward and grab the fabric in my hands pulling them even higher so that they revealed even more of the flesh beneath them. Instead, I moved behind her and went in for a hug, wrapping my arms around her waist, just below her breasts. I was very aware of how my erect penis was positioned in my underwear, angled downwards rather than upwards, and it slid down along the groove between her ass cheeks as I moved closer towards her.

Mom tensed for a second and gave a surprised "oh!" Then continued slicing the pineapple. She laughed softly, "in a good mood today are we?" Turning to take a banana from the fruit bowl, she began to peel it. Even the slightest movement from her hips felt amazing with my cock firmly nestled where it was, pointing down towards the soft mound of her pussy. Reluctantly I released my grip and backed away, my cock sliding back up along her crack and bobbing at it's natural angle beneath my thin boxers. "Pretty good," I replied.

"I can't believe how hot it is already, I wish really need air conditioning. Thank god we have the pool!"

"Agreed."

After breakfast I decided to skip my morning shower and spend the time between now and lunch lounging in the pool. I convinced Mom to do the same. I jumped in first, the water was perfect. As predicted my eyes lit up when Mom opened the sliding door clad in her skimpy orange bikini. She smiled when she saw me bobbing in the water and skipping over to the pool edge, dived elegantly into the water. She came up in front of me and brushed the wet hair away from her eyes, blinking the water from her eyelashes she smiled. "Ahh, Nice"