Misc. Erotica Mother’s Helping Hands

I woke the next morning early and lay in bed, watching the sunrise slowly through the window. My mind was turning over the events of the day and night before. My fantasies for so long might eventually get realized, and my cock throbbed painfully with morning wood as I thought about it. My stepmom usually wakes early, and she came in to check on me just as the sun peeked above the horizon, surprised to see me awake early.

“I’ll go get breakfast started then!” She said.

"Mom," I said, stopping her, I felt embarrassment flush my cheeks, but I pushed through it. At my tone, she came into the room, a look of concern on her face. "Could you help me out…" we both looked down at the massive erection pressed against the blanket.

"Oh my," she said with a hand to her breast, "I don't know, sweetie," her breathing was labored, and I could see her big nipples harden under her loose nightshirt. "Maybe we should wait until this evening for your treatment."

"Ok, mom," I said sadly, "I understand." Her face softened, and she sat down on the bed beside me.

"I can help you this morning Jack," She said, her voice soft as she slid the blankets down my chest and legs, "But we can't make a habit of it."

The sunlight shone off her pale hand as she drew forth my cock, her breath catching when it came into sight. She put a small drop of oil on her hands and then brought the soft skin to my cock.

"Oh god, mom, that feels heavenly," I said, looking up and meeting her eyes.

"Shh, just relax, Jack, mommy will make it better," her hand stroked me with delicious slowness, as my eyes traveled her body. She saw me staring at her breasts beneath her shirt, and she raised one eyebrow at me. I lowered my eyes in shame, and she just laughed softly.

"I'm not blind, Jack," she said, her voice husky, "I know you have been sneaking glimpses of my body."

"I'm sorry, mom, you're just the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I've fantasized about you for years, and sometimes it's torture being near you." I had said too much and regretted it. Her hand paused in its stroking on my cock, and I felt its grip tighten.

"You have fantasies about me?" she asked, stunned. I just kept my head down. Why the hell had, I said anything?!

“Jack, answer me!” she snapped, and I picked my head up, afraid I would see her enraged, but she was smiling broadly.

"Of course," I said as if it was obvious, "no other woman can ever compare to you mom. You're the sexiest woman in town, and you must know the effect you have on men. I have to see you every day, in bikinis and your tight dresses!"

"Oh, my poor boy," she said, smiling gently and cupping my cheek. Her hand once again began to stroke up and down my cock, her motions designed for maximum pleasure. "Mommy had no idea you felt this way."

Suddenly she released my cock and stood, and I groaned out in protest, but then my voice left me as she gathered the long t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it up over her head, her massive breasts swinging free. I looked on in awe as I beheld them in their naked glory. Perfect round orbs were hanging down slightly under their own enormous weight. Then she was sitting back on the bed, with a gentle but big smile on her lips.

"I don't want to make a mess," She said when she caught my eyes, "just lay back, sweetie, and let mommy take care of you…"

Her hand was massaging my cock in glorious pleasure, but my eyes were stuck on her face and tits. The sunlight was shining off the pale milk-white skin, and her flat stomach was leading down to small white panties, covering so little of her body. "Mommy will always take care of you, Jack," She leaned forward, and I watched her breasts swing out over my cock, swaying with her arms stroking.

“Cum for me baby, cum for mommy!” Entirely at her mercy, the orgasm hit me like a truck, pressing flat against the bed as rope after rope of hot jism shot out onto and between my mom’s massive tits.

"Oh, god! Mom!" I cried just as she was saying, "Fuck baby, it's so hot, I love watching this beast shoot!"

She slowed her stroking, milking out the last of my cum and pinching it away with her fingers. She stood, smiling gently and went to the bathroom, coming back after she had wiped off the cum covering her chest and dripping down to her flat stomach.

“Thank you, mom,” I said when she came back, the words feeling far from adequate for the gratitude coursing in me.

"That was my pleasure, sweetie. Now you relax, I'll go make some breakfast for us." She put the tv on, and I lay there basking in the golden glow of post-orgasm bliss, reviewing the memories of her naked breasts and hot stroking hand once more. The vision of her face filled with taboo lust as I shot my cum across her breasts.

She came back thirty minutes later with the food, and we chatted about the news and the day while we ate. She informed me that her sister would be coming back by today to check on me and hang out by the pool with her for a few hours. Also, she may stay for dinner again as they had such a great time catching up the night before. Mom removed the food tray and helping me up, she helped me get dressed, and we went outside and walked around the block for half an hour. With all the bruising and soft tissue damage I had taken, my body was still stiff, but moving around felt good, and by the end of the walk, I was feeling much more mobile. Then we went back home, and I sat on the couch for about an hour before the pain in my arms was too much, and I had to lay back in bed with them supported.

It felt good to be moving around somewhat normally. Also, as I sat on the couch, my mom spent the time cleaning the kitchen and living room. She was wearing a tight sleeveless button-up blouse and small white shorts that hugged tight to her perfectly shaped ass. The shirt threatened to burst at the seams, and it was so unlike her to wear such revealing clothes that I couldn't help but stare. Mom didn't seem to mind and even winked when she caught me gazing down the neckline of her blouse. Needless to say, I was plenty worked up as I lay in bed watching a movie that afternoon.

Aunt Lauren came over around two, and she and my mom spent a couple of hours out by the pool relaxing and sunbathing. Then I heard them in the kitchen talking and preparing dinner. They brought it up to my room after dark had fallen, the two of them bustling about chatting with one another about things while they tidied and cleaned up. Then they dragged another comfy chair in closing the blinds and set the second Lord of the Rings movie to play.

We had finished the baked ziti, my mom feeding me as we watched the movie. They had cleaned the plates and poured a glass of wine each, and then we returned to the video. When they returned, I couldn't help but notice my mom and aunt had both removed their bra's, and their massive breasts swung free within their blouses. I was staring at my mom on one side and my aunt on the other, finding it hard to concentrate on the movie when my aunt turned in her chair, pausing the video.

"Jack, are you feeling ok?" She asked the concern in her voice thick.

"Yes!" I said, tearing my eyes away from their scrutiny of the buttons, barely holding my mom's blouse together. Mom turned just in time to see the strained glance.

“Jack, sweetie?” She asked.

"Umm, Lisa," aunt Lauren said, "I think I see the problem." She was looking down at the massive bulge pressing against the leg of my shorts.

"Oh my!" Mom said when she noticed. Her wide eyes glanced from me to her sister and back, a small, shy smile forming on her lips as her eyes met mine "I think maybe it's time for your treatment, what do you think Jack?"

I glanced over to my aunt, who was watching with avid interest, "But aunt Lauren?" I said in a strained voice.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” aunt Lauren said, her eyes burning bright with interest as she watched, sipping her wine and kicking one foot delicately.

My mom didn’t say anything else, her hand slid under the waistband of my shorts and fished out my cock. I lay there nearly paralyzed with pleasure as my mom stroked my big dick with her dainty hand, while my aunt watched with a small smile and intense eyes.

"Give the boy something to look at, Lisa," aunt Lauren said, her voice one of calm command. Her sister glanced at her, face going red for a moment, then to my surprise, mom reached up with one hand and popped the first few buttons of her blouse. Then with slow movements, she reached into the blouse and pulled one great breast out, the puffy nipple firm under her grazing thumb. I watched her give the boob a squeeze and a gentle pinch to the nipple and very nearly came right then. The wet sounds of my mom's stroking hand filled the bedroom along with the heavy breathing of us three. Each was silently watching the other and keyed up by the taboo and naughtiness of the moment.

"Mom, I'm going to cum…" I said softly, not wanting to break the quiet mood but unable to hold back anymore. My aunt moved forward quickly and in her hand was a small handkerchief. Placing one hand on the mattress, she leaned over me, her massive breasts visible inside her loose top, then she cupped her other hand over the tip of my cock with the handkerchief.

"Cum for us, Jack," my aunt said, and I felt my mom slide her other hand around my cock, both working it in tandem, and the orgasm shot out of me so powerfully I was nearly shaking. When I opened my eyes, both women were smiling at each other in deep contentment and then turned to look at me. Each stroking the hair from my face and giving me not quite chaste kisses on the lips as they left me to rest.​