My eyes shifted to look at her. I felt a lump in my throat. Mom was wearing a simple large T-shirt and shorts, which was now totally soaked from the shower and clung tightly to her nicely curved body. I could see the outline of her cream colored bra under her wet white T-shirt. This was the first time I laid my eyes on her shapely hourglass body, the first time I looked upon her as a woman, not just as a mother.
Alex must have experienced the same thing I did when he turned around. I could see his eyes widen and locked on my mom’s chest. If my mother noticed him gawking, she did not show it. She continued to rinse his cuts tenderly.
“Alex,” my mom said worriedly, “How did you get these scars?”
Alex looked down, unable to answer. My mother did not push the issue. She started to sponge his body, tentatively circling around his wounds. Oddly, Alex didn’t seem to be in pain any more. Upon careful inspection of his mirror image, he seemed to be distracted by my mother’s ample chest.
My mother continued sponging him for a few minutes and then suddenly froze. After a while she slowly resumed cleaning Alex. Alex’s face grew redder until it was almost glowing. It was only when my mother turned away to replace the sponge did I spot Alex’s giant erection straining uncomfortably against his grey cotton boxers. Since the fabric was soaked, I could see his penis bent at an uncomfortable angle.
Even my mother’s face was flushed. She had already replaced the sponge, but kept her back towards Alex. It was not possible for her to miss the giant hard-on in front of her a few moments ago and now she seemed to be at a loss, contemplating her next move.
“Ummm… Why don’t you take off your shorts? It must be uncomfortable, right?”She spoke up, trying to sound calm, but failing to hide her breathlessness.
Alex complied, gingerly slipping off the pair of boxers. For a split second, I could not even think as I caught sight of Alex’s generous endowment. I had no idea that normal people could grow it that large. Normal as opposed to porn stars, of course.
My mother turned around when she heard nothing from Alex. She froze again as expected. What I did not expect was her stumbling backwards and sitting on the toilet on account of weakened knees. I guessed her reaction was too much for Alex to handle because he immediately turned around away from her and tried to open the bathroom door to flee.
“Alex! Wait! Stop!” My mother yelled out. She stepped up and caught him by his injured shoulder just as he was halfway out the door. Alex doubled over in pain.
“Oh God! Sorry! Sorry!” She apologized. “I am sorry Alex. Come on, I need to treat your wounds.”
Alex resisted, squatting hunched in the toilet doorway. “I am a monster…” he sobbed.
“Alex… Don’t say that. You’re not a monster.”
“I am not normal.”
“It’s alright. You’re special. Everybody has something unique about themselves.”
That seemed to calm him down a little. Alex allowed himself to be led back into the bathroom. My mother then proceeded to dry him and bandage his wounds, all the while trying to avoid staring at his dick. Seeing that they were almost done, I made my stealthy return into the house.
I was ready to dismiss what happened in the bathroom by the time Alex went home on that day. After all, nothing really happened. By the next day, it was all behind me. That was until after school when Alex came home with me and my mother took him aside to change his bandages.
I followed him to the bathroom door which my mother quietly shut in my face. My emotions were in turmoil again and I felt my own cock hardening. I was starting to make the connection between my arousal and the not knowing of what was happening in the bathroom. Perhaps it was equally due to knowing that anything could happen in there. I had to find out. Within minutes, I was out in the backyard on my toes with a pocket mirror dangling from one raised hand.
I could see that my mother had just finished helping Alex out of his school uniform. He was standing in his briefs and his fresh erection was apparent.
“I am s… Sorry aunty…” He stammered.
Cheeks colored, my mother smiled at him assuring-ly. “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you take your underwear off?”
Alex gulped and nodded. When he was done, mom started working on peeling off his bandages. She was standing, slightly bent towards him in order to avoid accidentally rubbing his raised meat pole against her body.
“Does it still hurt?” She asked. Alex nodded dumbly. I caught her gently tracing the outlines of the various scars on his body as she worked to get the bandages off. My mother was effectively touching him all over. Alex’s dick started twitching, as if impatiently demanding its turn to feel my mother’s soft hands.
“Ummmm… Why don’t you take a shower first okay?” My mother suggested nervously, blatantly ignoring the wobbling monster pointing upwards towards her belly. Alex, obedient as a lamb, turned around and got started. I watched my red faced mother remain planted where she was, breathing heavily. She seemed to be taking a few minutes to catch her breath.
Alex just stood stoically under the shower letting the water washed over him. My mother took a step towards him, and then hesitated for a moment. She looked like she was considering something. To my horror, my mother suddenly pulled the large loose T-shirt she was wearing over and off her head and tossed them on a rack. As if that wasn’t enough, she started
unbuckling her khaki shorts as well.
My friend Alex, sensing correctly, a change in the balance of the universe, turned his head to glance at my mother. His lower jaw dropped slightly when he beheld the sight of my mom clad only in white cotton bra and matching panties. Hell, my own jaw felt unhinged. Mom, feeling a little self-conscious, folded her arms a little
“Alex… Stop staring. Come, I will wash your wounds.” Mom said shyly.
And so I witnessed the scene of my mother clad only in her underwear, tenderly cleaning my naked school friend with a sponge. She, of course, got wet and since her underwear was made of thin cotton fabric, it became semi- transparent when it got wet and clung to her skin. I got a good full view of her body that day. I had no idea she looked so good under her clothes. My mother had full round womanly curves and milky white skin. I could practically see her nicely curved white rump through her soaked panties. She had an admirably taut and lean body for a 32 year old, the fruits of her weekend Pilates classes. Her medium long silky black hair was tied up her head into a bun. I couldn’t help realizing that she would look smokingly hot if she should let it down right now.
Alex and my mother graduated from the showers to the towels and then to the reapplication of ointments and bandages without much hassle albeit a little awkwardly. By the time they got dressed and exited the bathroom, I was upstairs in my room jacking furiously to the mental image of my mother’s smooth milky butt and thighs. I knew it was wrong on so many levels. But, fuck, it felt so right.
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Alex and my mother continued showering together throughout the week. To my disappointment, my mother had adequately prepared for the sessions by wearing tight spandex shorts and sports bras each time. It still looked sexy as hell on her as it hugged her luscious figure tightly, but there was no more seeing through her bottoms at her bare butt. Then again, perhaps Alex didn’t mind, or at least his constantly stiff cock did not. It stood up hard and proud all the same throughout each of their bathing sessions. Regardless, mother’s beautiful white ass was the fuel of my masturbatory fantasies throughout the weekend.
On Monday, classes went on as usual and Alex, of course followed me home. My mom too was waiting expectantly for us at home.
“Alex, how are your wounds? Did you change them over the weekend?”
“No Aunty… I couldn’t reach some of them.”
“That’s not good. Come, let Aunty have a look at them.”
And with that, Alex was scooted off to the bathroom. I weighed the options of peeking at them again or just heading up to my room and masturbate to porn. The last few peeping missions during the past week did not exactly offer up any new developments. In fact, my mother had become quite professional about the whole bathing Alex thing.
What the heck, I thought to myself before walking off to secure a chair and a mirror. A few minutes later, I was again watching my mother in her tight shorts and sports bra, fumbling with the naked Alex’s bandages.
“Looks like you’re healing up nicely.” My mom beamed at him.
“Thanks for taking care of me Aunty May.”
“Don’t go starting any more fights okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack that day when you came here with all that blood on your clothes.”
“Okay…”
“Alex, I am really concerned. Where did you get all these scars?”
“…”
“Alex…”
“It’s my elder brother…”
“Does he beat you? Have you told your parents?”
“No… They wouldn’t believe me anyway. He’s the perfect one. He’s now doing his PHD in Cambridge.”
“You poor darling… Why does he treat you like this?”
“…”
“Alex… You can tell me…”
“Ummm… He saw me naked once. He saw my… My… Thing… And then he just started hitting me. Ever since that day, he would scold me or blame me for everything. He would beat me when my parents weren’t looking.”
“Oh my God.”
(Sobbing.) “He says I am a freak. Said my… Thing… Was possessed by evil spirits…”
“Oh, Alex…”
“I’ve thought of cutting it off before, but I was scared…”
Well, that was unexpected. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Alex’s statement. He never talked about his family at school so this was news to me. My mother on the other hand, clearly opted for the ‘cry’ option. She rubbed her tearing eyes several times with her hands.
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When she calmed down, she pulled the naked Alex against her for a hug, ignoring his stiff meaty schlong which ended up lying against her belly. “You poor boy,” she said. “Listen to Aunty okay? There is nothing wrong with your… Er… Thing… Your brother is just jealous and insecure about himself.”
Unfortunately for Alex, the hug ended as snappily as it began. Just as he was about to place his hovering, trembling, hand on my mother’s nicely curved rump too. The bastard. My mother took a step back away from his turgid weapon, blushing profusely.
“But… I have seen some of my friends. Theirs isn’t like mine.” Alex mumbled sadly.
My mother did not answer immediately. She was still staring at Alex’s cock, looking like a million thoughts just passed through her head. Finally, she carefully placed one hand on it, carefully curling her soft dainty fingers around the angry red shaft just beneath the bulbous head.
“Ahhhh… Aunty…” Alex moaned.
“Don’t worry… You’re special… Yours is beautiful…” My mother said huskily. “Oh God. It is really so big.”
“Aunty, ahhhh… It feels nice…”
My mother giggled like a schoolgirl. She continued holding his cock for a minute or so, feeling it throb and radiate heat.“Perhaps we should get on with the shower,” she suggested abruptly and let go of his cock. Alex, visibly disappointed, nodded obediently.
They proceeded with the shower. My mother, judging that Alex’s wounds had adequately recovered, started soaping him up. My ailing erection immediately regained its vigor at that sight. There was something undoubtedly erotic about this soapy frolicking scene. My mother was standing closer to Alex’s back than she ever did in the previous shower sessions.
I couldn’t see her facial expression as it was partially turned away from me, but her cheeks and neck was beet red and she was heaving for air. Eventually, she closed the gap between them, now grinding her wet body clad only in shorts and top against his soapy nude back.
Like I can just stand here and watch… Switching mirror hands, I started rubbing my bulge over my school uniform. It never occurred to me what a passer-by would think if he saw me standing on a chair in my back yard with one hand raised and the other grinding lewdly against my crotch. Luckily no one ever uses the alley behind my home in the middle of the afternoon. Or at least I think no one does.
As was often with Alex’s temper, he lost control of his lust and suddenly spun around and embraced my mother. He was just a little bit shorter than her so his lips managed to clamp over her mouth. My mother froze for only several seconds before kissing him back in full. My mind was blown. A dry rub wasn’t going to do it for me anymore. My fingers, oddly cold compared to my burning hot face struggled with the zipper to free my cock from my pants.
Alex and my mother mauled each other’s mouths fervently for a considerable time under the ongoing shower before my mother broke the kiss and tried to push him away.
“Alex…” She began.
Alex refused to let her go. He swung and pushed her back into the adjacent wall and closed in for another kiss.
“Alex… Ooh… Mmmm… Alex… Ah… Please…” She mewed in protest. Oddly, her hands clung tightly around his neck, showing no effort to repel him.
“Alex please…” She almost sobbed after another few minutes of hot kissing.
My mother’s distressed voice managed to snap him out of his frenzy and they parted.
“I… I’m… So sorry aunty…” Alex said dejectedly.
“It… It is not your fault… I went overboard.” My mother gasped breathlessly.
I could not see Alex’s face, but I could see that my mother was studying it with an understanding demeanor. After looking around, she stepped out of the shower and retrieved a bottle of baby oil.
“Alex, I am married. We can’t go overboard okay?” She told him gently.
Alex just nodded sadly. She gave him a consoling smile before taking his hand and leading him out of the showers. I watched with overwhelming arousal as my mother lay herself on the bathroom floor. Was she going to offer herself to him? A nauseating sense of jealousy stirred in my belly.
My mother continued smiling seductively at Alex. I had never seen this side of her before. I imagined it was what greeted my father every night in bed. It dawned on me how lucky my father really was, and now Alex was getting lucky too.
Her hands fell below her hips and she tugged the edge of her spandex shorts all the way up her thighs until all of her beautiful white shapely thighs were exposed. She looked like she was wearing a pair of swimming trunks.
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Alex groaned involuntarily, and so did I under my breath. My mother then proceeded to squeeze baby oil along her thighs before rubbing and smearing them all over her beautiful legs.
“Come on dear… Quickly…” my mother said, her voice husky from lust.
The trembling Alex moved closer and knelt before her, unsure of how to proceed. My mother raised her milky legs and reached out between them with open palms.
“Come Alex, hurry…”
Alex got the point and shuffled forward on his knees, placing his dick in my mother’s outstretched hands.
“We can only do this today okay? You have to bath by yourself from tomorrow onwards.” She told him.
Alex, growing mad with lust nodded his consent. With that, my mother clamped Alex’s big cock between her soft milky thighs. She then raised her clamped legs and began to slowly rock them back and forth.
“Ahhhh… Mmmm… Oh Aunty…” Alex cried happily.
Catching on to the game, he started thrusting and withdrawing his own hips. Within a few minutes, he was hugging my mother’s legs against his chest and fucking her well-oiled creamy white thighs with wild abandon. My mother lay on the floor, one hand clutching the base of the porcelain toilet bowl to counter the force of Alex’s vigorous pounding and her other was clamped over her mouth to keep her from crying out. It took me a while to figure out why. Alex was essentially frigging her clit over her shorts with his thick cock.
“Nggghhhh Aunty!!!!” Moaned Alex before sliding his cock all the way across the lovely thigh slit until it extended out the other side. He began to gasp and cum on my mother’s belly. My mother was shuddering uncontrollably as well. Her mouth gaped and her back arched sexily upwards. My own cum painted the wall beneath the window.
“My God…” My mother panted, staring in disbelief at the sticky sheen of hot teenage seed covering her belly.
Knowing that they were essentially done for the day, I waddled back into the house to make myself presentable before they could get dressed.
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A Sister’s Love
I am James, 19 this year, currently studying at an institute of tertiary education. I came from a divorced family. My mother got to keep the kids. We never heard from our father again, but it didn’t really matter. My sister and I were very close when we were young and I had always loved her.
After the divorce of a marriage of 6 years, our mother went through severe depression and most of the time it was up to me to take good care of Clara. However, when Clara entered secondary school, we grew more and more distant. Perhaps she was adapting to the changes between a girl’s school and a mixed school. Maybe the exposure to boys led to her distancing herself from me? Maybe she got introduced to porn? Perhaps I would have to ask her one of these days. The story that followed highlighted the turning point in both our lives, where we transitioned into something more than a normal platonic relationship that is shared between normal siblings.
Like everybody else, I had sexual needs and while most guys would not mind choking the chicken with their hands, I needed something different – a novelty. That was why I purchased sex toys, Anaholes, for those who were familiar with the sex toys terminology. Everything was going well, that was until my then 16 year old little sister Clara discovered what my other unusual hobbies were, besides irritating her.
After every session with my beloved toys, I would wash them, spray some antibacterial toy cleaner solution inside the toy, dried them with a cloth and almost always remembered to keep them neatly locked away in my wardrobe compartment. Except one faithful night after a tiring and ball-blowing session, I had completely forgotten to lock my secret stash chest. I guessed washing it every time after use had become a chore for me and especially that time after having such a blast, I was fatigued and what I needed most was a good night’s sleep.
I returned home pretty late from school the next day due to my ECA. I peeked into my sister’s room and saw that she was watching her favourite Korean drama series on my laptop. She was facing away from me, I took a moment to admire her slender body, smooth legs, jet black hair and a cute butt before realizing what I was doing and snapped out of it.
“Oi, ma leh?” I asked.
“She texted me to say that she is coming back soon.” Clara replied.
“Ok.” I looked at the screen. “Eh, stop watching these shows lah, stupid sia.” I teased.
“Go away! Don’t disturb me!” She screamed.
I obliged and happily pranced to my room which was opposite of her’s with a gigantic smirk on my face, the daily task of annoying her was completed. I threw my bag on the bed and went to grab a set of fresh clothes from my wardrobe, however, I noticed my special drawer was sticking out ever so slightly. That was when I decided to give it a light tug. To my horror, the drawer slid out smoothly, giving me a grand view of the toys that must not be seen! It dawned on me.
I had fucking forgotten to lock it!
The gravity of the situation began to present itself now. My drawer… My fucking laptop…Clara… The blood drained from my face as I stood rooted there trying to figure out how I would live out the rest of my days without ever leaving my room. After what seemed like an eternity, I calmed down, locked the drawer, and took my clothes with me. Trying my best to act like nothing significant happened as well as not making any eye contact with Clara as I moved to the bathroom to take a shower. After taking a long, cold shower, I decided for whatever reason, I wanted to be extra nice to Clara that day by letting her used my laptop for as long as she wanted. Which I thought would be a month or two, but I was ok with that. Browsing the internet on my phone and looking at Facebook, I suddenly heard someone rapping on my door.
“Who is it?” I tried to sound irritated.
“Who else? Stupid!” Clara squeaked.
“Could be ma, right?!” I yelled. (My mother already came back home.)
“You want to open the door or not?! I am leaving the laptop outside arh!”
“Coming lah.”
I rushed to the door and opened it. She handed me the laptop, “Nah!”
Trying not to make eye contact, I took it from her. It was really a tense situation for me. I think I cracked first.
“You sure you don’t want us liao?” I suddenly blurted out. At this point I began to blush out of embarrassment.
“Wha-“ She cut herself off. “No need lah, I got better things to do.”
“Ok.” I made quick eye contact with her and tried to make it casual but I could already feel my face tensing up as I tried to combat my nervous smirk, I knew I had to end this conversation swiftly.
“As if I will lend you liddat.” I scoffed.
“Whatever…” Clara walked away.
I couldn’t help but noticed despite the short glance I threw at her, that there was a faint but unmistakable redness in her cheeks just now. My little sister had quite a pale complexion, so her blushing was very noticeable.
I went to my room and surfed the net on my laptop after having dinner. It was late at night now, the usual time for my daily dose of action. But that night I decided against doing it, instead I planned on ‘manning’ up, growing another pair of balls and talking to my sister about the issues that were bothering me. I went out of my room, took in a huge gulp of air as if it would be my last. As I stood right outside her room door, revising on what to say and do, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the turning doorknob from the other side of the door. The door swung open.
“Eek!!!” She screamed. “My God, what are you doing here?”
“What you want do also?” I replied. That was my instant response.
“Wuh, I want to get something to drink cannot is it?!”
“Can lah, I am joking only la.” I nervously laughed. “Actually, I want talk to you about something, you free now or not?”
“What you want talk about?” She muttered softly. “Is that important meh?”
“Yea, actually quite important.” I scratched my head. “Can come in or not?”
“A while only.” She allowed.
I stepped into her bedroom, it had been a long time since I did that. The walls were mostly painted light pink and it smelled… Like a girl’s room – sweet and clean. I sat down on her bed, it was really soft… Too soft perhaps. She sat down right beside me. She was wearing a pink pajamas set with her hair tied up into a ponytail. It was really awkward for me having to turn my head to look at her and talk.
“Wah! Your bed sibeh soft leh, how you sleep sia?” A conversation starter.
“Liddat lor.” She answered.
“Uhh… Today use my laptop right? Where you take it from?” I started probing.
“Tsk… Why leh? Your room lor…” Clara tilted her head downwards.
“I know my room lah obviously, but like where? Like more specific please…”
“The usual place lorr…” She slurred.
That’s it, she definitely opened my treasure chest. The usual place would mean my wardrobe as I personally preferred to keep my brand new laptop there as it was cozy for it.
Her face was as red as a tomato, she was blushing hard. It was really cute.