Incest The Mom Memories" by 'alwayswantedto' collection

[sarit11]

 
I was rewarded with a big smile. “Ok. That’s so sweet of you.” Mom adjusted her position on the seat, with a pleased wiggle as I began pulling the brush slowly and gently through her reddy brown hair.
 
I brushed Mom’s hair for quite a while and after she took the last drink from her mug, she leaned her head back, looked up at my face, and asked me to do the front, meaning the part that dbangd down over her ears. She closed her eyes, leaving her face turned up toward me, and leaned back against me. That was my undoing.
 
As I looked down, carefully brushing the hair beside Mom’s face, I realized that I had an unobstructed view of Mom’s chest, barely covered by the thin nightgown. It was readily apparent that Mom was not wearing a bra and this time, I definitely noticed that her small but pert breasts were very sexy. I quickly jerked my eyes away but they returned when I realized that with Mom’s eyes closed, I was free to look. I could see the dark red spots encasing her nipples and a thrill rippled through me when I noticed her nipples poking into the silky material of her nightgown. I focused first on one nipple and then the other. As my gaze traveled between them, I realized the sides of her breasts were bare because the nightgown delved down in a big ‘V’ to the top of her tummy.
 
This wonderful vista generated a twinge in my groin and I became suddenly cognizant of a boner growing in my jeans which were pressed against the spongy flesh of my mother’s back. I couldn’t pull away because Mom was leaning too far back and she would have lost her balance. I had to act like nothing was happening. I willed my cock to behave itself, admonishing myself for getting hard while looking at my own mother. When that didn’t work, I started thinking of horrible things, like a hammer smashing my balls on an anvil but even that didn’t work.
 
Mom sighed and purred, “That feels wonderful.”
 
She moved her head slightly from side to side, just enough to press her back harder against my scrotum, my softness slowly stiffening away.
 
“Put the brush down and massage my head like your father does.”
 
I leaned forward to set the brush down on the dresser, my errant appendage pressing even harder into Mom’s back. I worked my fingers over Mom’s head, gently massaging her scalp and then down to erase the stress lines from on her forehead, letting my fingers stretch down her cheeks and along her jaw line before returning to her head, the way I’d seen my father do it many times before.
 
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Mom sighed, slowly twisting her head and neck, making the constrained ball within my jeans grow another inch.
 
Maybe she didn’t realize what was happening to me. Maybe she couldn’t feel it through thick material of my jeans. Of course she can’t, I reasoned, I was no porn star. I relaxed and my eyes strayed back to Mom’s tits, now stretching the nightgown tightly across her upthrust nipples which seemed longer than they were moments before. They may be small, but they were fucking nice!