My Mother Learned How to Relieve Me After the Accident

Marlene had her children too young, and at forty-two she still looked like Vanesa’s older sister. Fair skin, dark hair always pulled back in a ponytail, a narrow waist, and two big tits that filled out any garment. But what really made heads turn was her ass, huge and firm, impossible to hide under any fabric. I had noticed it a thousand times and a thousand times forced myself to forget it, grinding my teeth and lowering my pants alone in my room to take the edge off while thinking about her.

That afternoon we were in the ER because of me. I had broken my right arm being an idiot at the park, and now my wrist and forearm were in a cast that smelled of fresh plaster.

—And how are you going to take notes at college with your arm like that? —Vanesa asked, sitting beside me.

—I’ll learn to write with my left. And if not, I’ll photograph the board —I answered, watching the nurse put the finishing touches on the bandage.

—Only you would break yourself doing something stupid —my mother sighed.

—Done. As soon as the doctor signs the discharge, you can go home —said the nurse, and left the room.

—Mom, go on ahead. As soon as they give me the paper I’ll catch up —I said.

—We’ll wait for you, son.

—Better let’s go, Mom, we’ll get ice cream in the meantime —Vanesa insisted.

—All right. Text us if anything —Marlene conceded, and the two of them left.

I was alone for a few minutes until the nurse came back with the discharge in hand. She was a woman in her mid-thirties, sharp-eyed and quick to smile.

—Hey —she said, stopping short— was that your mother?

—Yes.

—Your real mother? The one who gave birth to you?

—Pretty sure, yes.

—My God. She’s smoking hot. Now I understand why you’re like this.

—Like what? —I asked.

She lowered her gaze to my crotch. Under my sweatpants a huge erection was straining the fabric, the tip clearly outlined against the cotton.

—Sorry, I didn’t mean to… —I stammered, red with embarrassment.

—Relax, it’s perfectly normal —she said, not taking her eyes off my bulge—. With a mother like that, any guy would get a hard-on.

—You really mean because of her?

—Don’t play dumb. Have you seen that ass? And those tits. Don’t tell me a man like you has never noticed.

—Honestly… maybe I’ve noticed more than I should have.

I said it without thinking, and for once I didn’t regret it.

—You know what? —she said, glancing back toward the door— There’s a bathroom at the end of the hall. Private. Lock it. When I knock three times, open up.

And she walked out without waiting for an answer.

***

I waited a couple of minutes, got up, and walked to the bathroom she’d pointed out. I locked the door. My heart was racing and my cock wouldn’t stop throbbing inside my pants. Three sharp knocks sounded on the door. I opened it, and she slipped inside, locking it again herself.

—Let’s see what you’ve got there, with a broken arm and an urgency that can’t wait —she said, biting her lip.

I sat on the edge of the toilet and yanked my pants down to my knees. My cock sprang out like a coiled spring, hard and pulsing, the tip already glossy with precum.

—Holy mother of God —she murmured, eyes wide—. And for my job I’ve seen quite a few cocks, trust me. But this one…

—You like it? —I asked, emboldened.

—I love it. It’s huge, thick as hell. Look at it pulse.

She knelt between my legs on the cold tiles. The white bathroom light fell over her tied-back hair. She grabbed it with her right hand, squeezing the base, and with her thumb spread the drop at the tip over the whole head until it was shining.

—It’s been a long time since I’ve had one this close —she said, and slowly stroked up and down with her fist closed, watching the skin stretch and bunch—. Can I?

—Suck me off —I answered without thinking—. Please.

She ran it over her cheek first, smearing her face with the liquid already beading from the tip, leaving a sticky trail from her cheekbone to her lip. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked it from bottom to top, from my balls to the crown, pausing at the frenulum and pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit to bring out more precum. When she finally opened her mouth, she took the whole head in and sucked, drawing her cheeks in and making a vacuum that tore a hoarse groan from me.

—Fuck… —I panted.

She smiled with my cock in her mouth and started taking me deeper, centimeter by centimeter, until I felt the soft resistance of her throat. She gagged a little, pulled back with a string of saliva hanging from her lip, breathed, and went back down to the base. The second time she didn’t gag: she swallowed it all, nose pressed against my pubic hair, and stayed there for a few seconds, swallowing hard around my shaft.

—Do you like how I suck you? —she asked as she came up, her voice rough from the strain in her throat—. Imagine I’m her if you want. I won’t be offended.

—You shouldn’t say that —I gasped.

—But it turns you on, doesn’t it? Imagine your mommy sucking this huge cock. Imagine that gorgeous woman’s mouth swallowing her own son.

I didn’t answer. With my left hand I held her by the back of the neck and pushed a little deeper. She didn’t resist; on the contrary, she settled in, braced both hands on my thighs, and sped up. Her head rose and fell, lips tight and red around my cock, her tongue working me underneath on every stroke down. I heard the wet sounds, the slurps of saliva, the small muffled grunts escaping her chest every time I shoved her all the way down.

—I’m going to come —I warned.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth in time, yanked open her blouse, and shoved her bra down, letting two white tits burst free, topped by hard dark nipples. She pressed my cock between her breasts, clenched them around my shaft, and began moving up and down, spitting into her cleavage to lubricate it and rubbing the hot flesh against me at a brutal pace.

—Finish here —she said—. Come between this nurse’s tits and think about whoever you want. Think about her, about your mother, paint my tits thinking about Mom.

I clenched my teeth. Pleasure surged up my spine like an electric current and I spilled between her breasts in violent spasms, shooting load after load that painted her cleavage, neck, and chin. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch the last few drops, letting thick beads fall onto it. When I finished, she squeezed my cock from base to tip to wring out the last drop and licked it clean from the head.

—My God, you were holding a lot in there —she laughed, wiping herself with a paper towel, unhurriedly—. Come on, get dressed and get out before someone asks questions. I’ll clean up this mess.

I got my clothes back in place as best I could with one hand. Before I opened the door, she stopped me.

—One piece of advice —she said—. Don’t waste what you’ve got at home. Mothers understand more than you think. Be straight with her.

***

I came out with the discharge in hand and met them on the street.

—Ready? —Marlene asked when she saw me.

—Yes, let’s go.

—Did you have fun? —Vanesa blurted as we walked toward the car.

—What do you mean? —I turned my head, incredulous.

—I mean, did the nurse take good care of you? Just look at your pants.

I looked down. There was a small, telling stain on my sweats.

—I… —I began.

—Relax, you don’t owe me an explanation —she cut in, shrugging—. Mom always says men need to be looked after, and it’s our duty to lend them a hand.

I stayed speechless for the rest of the walk. Did my mother say things like that?

***

At home, the night passed with suspicious normality. We had dinner, everyone went to their room, and around midnight I got up to use the bathroom. I couldn’t sleep. The nurse’s words and my sister’s kept spinning in my head.

“Don’t waste what you’ve got at home. Be straight with her.”

Without realizing it, I was hard again. I leaned over the sink and started stroking my cock slowly with my left hand, remembering the afternoon. The door was ajar, but the house was asleep. Or so I thought.

—Son.

My mother’s voice froze me. I turned sharply. Marlene was in the doorway, wearing a thin robe and her hair loose for the first time all day.

—I… I was just… —I stammered.

—You don’t owe me any explanation —she said, and started to close the door.

—Mom! —I called.

She opened it again.

—What is it, honey?

—Come in, please. I need to talk to someone I trust. And it has to be here.

Marlene hesitated, but came in. She took the chair in the corner and sat down, turning her back to me while I remained facing the sink.

—Tell me what’s wrong —she said.

—With my arm broken, everything is twice as hard.

—I understand that, but…

—Let me finish. What you just saw… I was relieving myself. The thing is, something happened at the hospital.

—What happened? Don’t scare me.

—The nurse called a urologist. They say I have a… —I searched for the word— a condition. If I don’t release often, the pressure goes up and it can lead to something serious.

—And why didn’t you tell me? —she said, alarmed.

—Because I wasn’t going to show my cock to my mother.

—It’s your health, idiot. You don’t hide things from me. Turn around.

—Are you sure?

—Turn around and come closer.

I turned, still erect, and took a step toward her. Marlene brought a hand to her mouth.

—Good Lord —she murmured—. Why didn’t you tell me? Look at the size of it.

—Does it look really bad? —I asked, pretending concern.

—No… on the contrary. —She swallowed, not taking her eyes off my stiff cock a foot from her face—. I’ve never seen one like that, honestly. Not even close.

—Never?

—Never, son. Your father doesn’t have half that thickness.

—Do you think I’ll scare women off?

—Quite the opposite. I think they’ll like you more. —Her voice had dropped to a rough whisper—. We all like them… that big.

***

—What a shame it’s because of a condition —I said, letting the trap do its work.

—You mentioned something about pressure —she said, trying to sound practical—. Is there any way to fix it?

—Yes. I have to release often to compensate. But that’s the problem.

—What problem?

—That my good arm is the right one, and I’ve got it useless. With my left I can’t get any sensation. I’ve gone days without being able to come.

Marlene went quiet for a moment, staring at me, swallowing again.

—And what do you want me to do about it, son?

—I don’t know. You’re a woman. Maybe you could… help me get the stimulation.

—What an outrageous thing to say! —she said, standing abruptly, though she didn’t move toward the door—. How am I supposed to help you with that?

—I’m not asking you to touch me. Just… let me look. To get the stimulation I can’t get with my hand.

She thought about it for a very long time. Then she sighed.

—You sit in the chair. I’ll stay standing —she ordered in a very low voice—. And don’t speak loudly, you’ll wake your sister.

We switched places. And then, slowly, my mother began to undo her robe.

—What are you doing, Mom?

—What you asked for. Just so you can get your stimulation. Nothing more.

Under the robe she was wearing a red lace set I had never seen before: a bra that barely held her tits in and a thin thong buried between her cheeks. She turned, giving me her back and that enormous ass that had kept me awake so many times.

—Now do it —she said without looking at me.

—Looking at you?

—Of course, idiot. Who else?

I started moving with my left hand, eyes fixed on the curve of her back and the lace that barely covered anything.

—Do you like what you see? —she asked.

—Very much. You’ve got an incredible body, Mom.

—Don’t hold back. Say what really turns you on. No shame.

—I’m embarrassed with you.

—You won’t finish with embarrassment, son. Tell me the dirty things men like. Your father says them to me, men say them to me in the street. Why can’t you? If anyone has the right to look at me, it’s you.

—Really, I can?

—I gave birth to you. If anyone has the right to desire me, it’s my own son. Come on, say it.

—You’ve got the richest ass I’ve ever seen in my fucking life —I said, speeding up my hand—. You make me hard just walking around the house. How many times have I come thinking about burying my cock between those cheeks.

—I didn’t expect that one —she laughed softly, shaking her ass side to side for me—. You like your mother’s ass that much?

—It drives me crazy. I want to bite it, Mom. I want to bite all of it.

—Take a few steps back —I blurted out—. Please.

Marlene backed up until she was just inches from me. I stood without thinking and rubbed my cock against her ass over the lace, pressing my head into the hot hollow between her cheeks.

—Son! No, that wasn’t the deal —she protested, but arched her back and pushed her ass back without moving away.

—I can’t feel anything with my hand, Mom. Help me, please.

—Just rub yourself —she relented, breathing hard—. Nothing more than that.

I kept rubbing against her, slowly at first and then with more urgency, gripping her hip with my good hand and grinding my cock between her cheeks over the fabric. I pushed her one step closer to the sink and she braced her hands on the marble, offering me her ass without realizing it. The red lace got pushed aside on its own, buried between her flesh.

—Are you at least enjoying it? —she asked, and her voice no longer sounded reproachful.

—Too much.

—I can see that. You’ve made me soaked.

I lowered my left hand to her thong and shifted it aside. I saw the wetness shining between her thighs, the dark, neatly trimmed hair, the swollen lips. I dragged my cock up and down her slit without pushing in, soaking it in my own mother’s juices.

—Son, no… —she whispered, but spread her legs wider.

—Helping the man of the house, Mom? —said a voice from the doorway.

We both froze. Vanesa was leaning in the frame, watching us with a smile that judged nothing.

—Daughter! For God’s sake, it’s not what it looks like —Marlene pulled away from me, trying to cover herself with the robe.

—Relax, Mom. I’m not here to complain. In fact, I’d like you to keep going.

—What?

—You yourself once told me that women come into this world to care for the men we love —Vanesa said, coming in unhurriedly—. I’m not going to make a drama out of seeing you follow your own rule.

—I don’t want this to scar you, daughter.

—It won’t scar me at all. Besides —she added, looking at me—, I’ve known for a long time that you like Mom, little brother.

—Is that true? —Marlene turned to me.

—You’re smoking hot, Mom. Even the nurse at the hospital said you looked like a goddess.

—The women like you too, Mommy —Vanesa laughed.

—And why didn’t you ever tell me, darling? —Marlene asked, with no trace of anger left.

—How was I supposed to tell you I wanted to fuck my own mother?

—I would have been understanding. As long as you don’t have anyone, it’s my job to take care of you. —She stroked my cheek with a tenderness that disarmed me—. As long as you have your mother, you’ll never be short of somewhere to unload that cock.

—Take advantage of the offer, little brother —Vanesa said from the doorway, crossing her arms like someone settling in for a good show.

Marlene turned all the way around, let her robe fall to the floor, and held my gaze with a new resolve, as if she had just crossed a line she’d been skirting for years.

—Lock the door —she told me—. And lower your voice. What happens tonight stays between the three of us.

I slid the bolt with my good hand. When I turned back around, Mom had finished taking off her bra, letting two big, firm tits spring free with dark, erect nipples. She pulled down the soaked thong, let it drop to the floor, and stood naked in front of me, her skin flushed and the hair of her pubis shining with how wet she was.

—Come here —she whispered.

I stepped closer and pressed myself against her body. She grabbed my cock with her hand and started stroking it slowly, looking at it, gauging its weight and thickness.

—God, son… it doesn’t even fit in my hand. Come, sit down.

She pushed me toward the chair and knelt between my legs, just as the nurse had done a few hours earlier. But this was my mother. This was Marlene. The mouth that had given me bottles, the one that had kissed my forehead before bed, was now opening around my head with reverent slowness.

—Mom… —I moaned.

She closed her lips around the crown and went down, sucking me with her whole mouth, helping herself with her hand at the base. Her tongue ran all along me from underneath as she went up and down. Then she pulled off, spat a string of saliva over the head, and swallowed me again to the base, making those wet sounds that echoed off the bathroom tiles.

—You’re incredible at this —I gasped.

—Years of practice, sweetheart —Mom said, her voice rough—. And I’ve never had one this good in my mouth.

Vanesa had sat on the edge of the bathtub to watch better. She had hiked her nightgown up over her thighs and had her hand between her legs, touching herself slowly while watching Mom eat my cock.

—Swallow it whole, Mommy —she whispered—. Feel it in your throat.

Marlene obeyed. She relaxed her jaw, took a deep breath through her nose, and sank my cock to the base, until her lips pressed against my pubic bone. She stayed there, her throat squeezing me, until her eyes started to water. When she came up, a strand of saliva mixed with precum hung from her chin.

—Stand up —I told her—. I need to see you all of you.

She got to her feet. I grabbed her by the waist with my good hand and turned her around, pressing her against the sink. The image hit me hard: my mother naked, braced on the marble, that huge upturned ass aimed at me, her back arched in anticipation. I slapped one cheek and the flesh bounced.

—Ahh… —she moaned, and shook her ass asking for more.

I bit the back of her neck, grabbed one tit with my left hand squeezing the nipple between my fingers, and shoved my cock along the crease of her ass until I found the soaked entrance of her cunt. My head sank barely two centimeters and I already felt her opening around me, tight and hot as hell.

—Careful, son —she whispered—. It’s very big. Put it in slowly.

—Bear with me, Mom.

I pushed with my hips and slid into her centimeter by centimeter, feeling how the walls of her cunt stretched to let me in. When I reached the bottom and my balls hit her, Mom let out a long, muffled moan, biting her wrist so she wouldn’t scream.

—All the way in —I panted—. You’re all mine, Mom.

—All yours, sweetheart. Fuck me. Fuck me the way you’ve wanted to for years.

I pulled almost all the way out and shoved back in to the hilt. Then again, and again, gripping her hip with my good hand. Her big ass shook with every thrust, slapping against my pubis with a wet, fleshy sound. She pushed back, looking for me, rubbing against the marble.

—Like that, son, like that… harder… break my cunt…

—Look at her, little brother —Vanesa whispered from the bathtub, two fingers sunk between her own lips—. Look how everything moves on her. Mom always knew what she needed.

I sped up. I grabbed the ponytail that had formed in her hair again by itself and tugged, forcing her to arch her back more. Her tits bounced against the sink. The bathroom filled with the sound of thighs slapping, ragged breathing, the small moans Mom let out even as she tried to bite her lip.

—Your ass, Mom —I gasped—. I want to taste your ass too.

—Not yet, son, you’ll split me open… —but as she said it, she pulled away from the sink and turned—. Come on, first I want to look you in the face while you fuck me.

She knocked me onto the floor with a decisiveness I’d never known her to have. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, and started lining it up herself, lowering slowly until she sat down on it. I watched it disappear all the way into her cunt as she threw her head back and sighed.

—Like that, sweetheart —she said, resting her hands on my chest—. Now let me do the work.

She started to move. Riding me slowly at first, circling her hips with my cock buried to the hilt. Then she began to rise and fall, her tits bouncing in front of my face, her mouth half open. I grabbed one breast with my good hand and brought it to my mouth, sucking on the nipple hungrily.

—Yes, son, nurse me like when you were little —she panted—. Suck my tits while I ride your cock.

Vanesa came closer, knelt beside us, and kissed Mom on the mouth, a long kiss, tongue against tongue. Then she pulled away and licked Mom’s neck.

—She’s doing you a huge favor, Mommy —she whispered in her ear—. Fuck him good.

Marlene sped up. Her ass bounced against my thighs with a wetter and wetter slap. Her cunt closed around me, squeezing me in waves.

—I’m going to come, son —she moaned—. I’m going to come all over your cock.

—Come, Mom. Come good.

She sank to the bottom, stayed there, and began to tremble. I felt her cunt throbbing on my cock, clamping me in spasms, while a muffled moan escaped her throat and her nails dug into my chest. A hot gush soaked my thighs.

—My turn now, Mom —I said, gripping her hip—. Turn around again. I want to fill you from behind.

She stood up shaking, turned, and bent over the sink again. I got behind her and drove my cock in with one thrust. I started fucking her without restraint, gripping her hips with my good hand, slamming into her with all the force I had. Her ass bounced in waves, the marble creaked, and she began to beg softly.

—Come inside, son… all the way in… that’s it, your mother can’t get pregnant… fill me…

That did me in. I felt the current rising from my balls, clenched my teeth, and buried myself to the hilt just as I exploded. Shot after shot of hot cum filled her cunt, so much that it began to overflow at the edges and run down her thigh before I even finished coming.

—God, Mom… —I panted, pressing my forehead against her sweaty back.

—Shh, easy, sweetheart —she murmured, still trembling—. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.

I pulled out slowly and watched a thick white thread of semen slide from Mom’s cunt and run down the inside of her thigh to her knee. Vanesa crouched down, ran a finger through it, collected it, and brought it to her mouth, sucking it slowly.

—Save some for tomorrow, little brother —she said, winking—. That condition of yours seems contagious.

Marlene turned around, still naked, and kissed me on the mouth. A deep kiss, a woman’s kiss, not a mother’s. Then she stroked my cheek with a tenderness that disarmed me again.

—When you need it, come to me —she whispered—. Any time. No shame.

I took one last look at the bathroom: my naked mother painted with my semen, my sister with shiny lips, the bolt locked, the house asleep. And for the first time I understood that that invented condition at the hospital was going to cure my whole life.