Chapter 5 (1/2)

My chance with mom came two days later. Fortunately, Hannah had kept her mouth shut. In truth, I hadn’t even seen her for two days. I managed to get out of one of the maids that she hasn’t left her room. Part of me wants to go visit her, but with my hormones raging between a 12-year-old body and 35-year-old mind, I’m afraid I’ll only push things farther, further exasperating the issues between me and my younger sister. At least until I have the clarity of blowing my nut inside of a woman to my satisfaction, I wouldn’t be able to approach my sister again.

“Mother, do I have to be bathed by Agatha.” I whined to mom when she told me it was time for a proper bath.

“Ah, I know it’s usually Veris, but Veris threw out her back and isn’t able to do it for a week or two.”

I rolled my eyes. That was of course the excuse that Veris was giving to not work with me. Frankly, I could expect this kind of behavior from my little Hannah, but Veris is an adult woman. She shouldn’t be acting so squeamish at the mere mention of sex. She could deliver a handjob with a straight face, but sticking my dick in her pussy is too much for her? I don’t really get it.

“But… since Veris won’t do it… can mommy do it?” I asked innocently.

“Ah? Me? You want your mother to wash you? Aren’t you getting a little old for that?”

I kept my eyes sweet and innocent, but I desperately wanted to roll them again. I’m too old to have anyone wash me in the bath, but since you’re insisting, I’d rather it be my cute mother instead of some old wrinkly hag.

“Mother… pleaaaase. I want you!” I insisted.

I wanted her alright, but if she knew what I wanted her for ahead of time, who knew how things would turn out. Instead, mom merely blushed and nodded. Of course, she didn’t really what I was thinking, but even a mother was vulnerable to being wanted. So, as a result, we ended up in the bathtub. The maids had already prepared it steaming hot to the point that even without my plans, I looked forward to the bath. Mom joined me, wearing a delicate bathrobe. I had no clue what she had under the robe, but I was already excited just thinking about it.

“Alright, son, take of your clothing!” Mom ordered.

“Okay!” Of course, I made sure that I thought gross thoughts until my erection stopped before I got out of my clothing.

“Get in, honey, while the water is warm.” Mom had rolled her robe sleeves up, and was holding a sponge in one hand and soap in the other, looking ready to attack my body with vigor.

I stopped just as I got to the bathtube and looked back as if an idea had just occurred to me. “Ah… mom, could you take the bath with me?”

“Eh? With? You want me to get in?”

“Yeah! Just like we used to do!”

Mom looked incredibly uncertain about this. She sat somewhere between flattered that her baby boy still wanted to be intimate with her, and worried that she might be spoiling him too much. She was aware about the handjob incident as well as the babysitter, so she knew I was sexually active. However, in the end, she was still my mother.

“Please, mom, I just feel warm when you hold me in the bathtub.” I explained innocently.

“Ah… okay… if it’s… just that.” Mom finally relinquished.

Mom slowly began to remove her robe. She was wearing mismatched underwear, a black top and a white bottom. However, they were surprisingly sexy for a woman her age. It was clear to me mom was definitely still a woman who cared about her appearance and wanted to feel sexy. Well, she wore makeup and kept her hair done, so it was hard to deny she wanted to look good.

That said, as she started taking off her underwear, she noticed me watching her. “C-can you not stare at me like that?”

I cocked my head to the side with a questioning look, playing on my innocence to confuse Mom. Exactly why can’t I look at my mother’s naked body? She wouldn’t be suggesting that I was looking at her impolitely, was she? Those were the kinds of thoughts I infused into my eyes, and it was mom who became embarrassed for being modest in front of her own child. She removed the bra and panties, and even though she turned herself to try to hide, I still got a peek of her nice ass, surprisingly pert and smooth for a woman her age. Her breasts were tight and perky, a pair of D-sized bags with perfectly pert nipples. They were exactly what I remembered. It was my time to turn so that mom didn’t notice the erection starting to form.

Once mom straightened and tossed her panties aside, she turned to me with one hand covering her breasts and the other covering her groin. This was the absolute limit my mother could take. Revealing herself any more would truly cause damage to her heart.

“I’ll get in first.” Mom declared tightly, still feeling awkward, like what she was doing right now was in some way wrong, even if her brain couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

She lowered herself into the bathtub, finally removing the hand from her crotch once it was submerged under water and hidden by the bubbles. She let out a sigh as she became immersed in the warm water. She hadn’t had a bath in a while either, so even given the circumstance, she couldn’t help but loosen as her body was immersed in heat. She still kept one hand over her breasts though, while gesturing for me to join her with the other.

It was far more erotic than mom probably realized. A naked woman in a tub, gesturing someone over with one hand while covering her big D breasts with the other, I quickly jumped into the tub. If I was slower, mom would certainly see my erection. She could only let out a cry of surprise as I splashed in front of her, my butt finding it’s way between her legs. She pulled her hands out in surprise, trying to catch me.  Thus, I immediately leaned back, and pressed against the soft pillows of her chest which she left bare. Mom could only make another noise of surprise as my naked skin immediately rubbed against her naked skin. However, she was already helpless to stop it, as I was already snuggled up against her.

She could do nothing but sigh, letting her hands back down and wrapping them around my body. I could keep her nipples, slightly erect, pressing against the top of my shoulders. The last time we did this, my head only went up to her nipples. I’d sit in the bath with her boobs almost resting on top of my head. Now, I was less than a head shorter than her. I was truly too old to be bathing with my mother.

After sorting herself out, mom finally got control of her flustered mind and went to work. Taking a nearby loofah, she put some soap on it and started to clean my shoulders. As she did that, I innocently dropped my arms, my hands grabbing on to my mother’s legs. Mom froze for a second, the shock of being grabbed like that causing her heart to speed up. However, she recovered quickly, choosing to ignore my hands, even as they worked their way to her inner thighs. Kids were naturally fidgety, she figured, and this was just me not wanting to sit still.

Meanwhile, touching her soft thighs was invigorating. I kept thinking about the naked woman behind me, and my own self-control was slowly being whittled away by the soft warmth behind me, and those soft gentle hands rubbing against my skin. My hands continued to fidget their way down her thighs. They made their way higher and higher up her leg, and my cock became more and more engorged with lust, especially as her own hand started rubbing lower and lower, reaching the pubic area just above my cock.

“Eh…” Mom made a noise, and I realized my fingers had gotten too close to her own nether regions.

I panicked and pulled my fingers back a bit, but then I realized mom’s noise of surprise was that her hand had found my pubic hair. Her fingers seemed entwined with my pubic hair, unmoving, as if she was savoring the feel. Perhaps she was thinking ‘when did he become so mature’, or perhaps the feel reminded her of her husband.

Freeing one arm, I grabbed her arm and pulled slightly. I couldn’t wait anymore, pushing down mom’s hand until it hit something long and hard. Her hand felt around it instinctively for a second until her hand gripped the shaft. This is when she finally came out of her stupor and realized what she was holding.

“Eh? Ah! B-baby! That…”

“I’m sorry, mom,” I turned back. “It got hard again when mom was touching me.”

Mom gave a wry smile. “Th-that’s fine, honey, I’ll go get a maid to take care of this right away.”

Mom moved to try to stand, letting go of my member. However, she stopped when I grabbed her wrist tightly, preventing her from pulling it away. She looked down at me in shock.

“Mom, can’t you just take care it?”

Mom’s wry smile turned sickly. “Honey… that… it’s not appropriate for your mother to…”

“Please, mom.” I begged her, not letting her build her defenses up. “You’re the one who made it this way, it has to be you who takes care of it.”

“Ah? Me? Wh-why would you-“

“Mommy is just so warm and soft and beautiful.” I pushed forward, not giving her time to think. “I get hard whenever I think of you. Doesn’t mother need to take responsibility for this?”

When I said this, I use my hand to push hers back on to my shaft, wrapping it around the fingers. I then turned back to mom with pleading eyes.

“Honey…” Mom was at a loss of what to do, her hand didn’t leave my shaft however.

After a looking at me for a moment, her eyes firmed and she started moving her hand up and down my shaft. My eyes closed and I pushed my face against mom’s chest. She could only let out a breath, but she kept moving her hand. Unlike the inexperienced maid or my youngest sister, mom had enjoyed a great deal of sex with my father. She was one of the very few women in this world who had developed a technique and had enjoyed sex enough times to be familiar with what she was doing.

Thus, her hand movements were done with skill and experience, quickly pulling up and down on my cock until I was in sexual euphoria. However, I couldn’t let things end here. I wasn’t just looking for a quick tug. I wanted to be balls deep in a woman. I wanted to cum deep inside her. Mom could be said to be the only woman right now who met the criteria needed.

I opened my eyes and looked up at mom. She was watching my face like she had done when she was using the maid to get me off. It seemed like watching the erotic expressions on her partner’s face during sex was a habit of my mother’s. What mom didn’t realize is that her own mouth was agape and she was panting slightly, clearly aroused by the pleasure she was giving me.

“I love you, mom.” I said as her hand continued to work over my shaft.

“I-I love you too honey.” Mom said, her voice almost sounding breathy.

It was clear that mom was trying to disconnect herself from the act. She was doing a job, a duty for her family. She was trying to hide her emotional feelings. In truth, her heart was racing and her mind was muddy. She was way out of her depth right now. However, she was the adult in the situation, so she could only show a stoich face and do what needed doing to make her child happy.

“I’m going to cum soon.” I informed mom.

Mom’s stoich face only twitched slightly, “Please cum, honey.”