Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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With each stroke of the brush, her breasts stretched up to strain against the front of her nightdress, starkly outlining their form for a brief moment before her descending arm relaxed the material sufficiently to camouflage her feminine physique. As I drank my hot chocolate, my eyes were drawn again and again to this exposition but I thought nothing more of it than to note that there was more there to meet the eye than Mom thought. It was strange to notice this feature of my mother with such platonic regard, for I wasn't feeling anything sexual about it.. I just noted, with some surprise, that from this vantage point, Mom's breasts were more substantial than I had thought.


Mom took her second drink and looked over to smile at me but she didn't say anything. Feeling suddenly self conscious, I drained my mug in one gulp and stood to leave. As I walked behind Mom, she thanked me again for being so thoughtful. Something made me stop. I leaned past Mom, set my empty mug beside hers, and stopped her hand in mid-stroke, relieving her of the brush.

"I'll do it for you Mom," I quietly offered my services.

"You don't have to do that, Michael."

"I want to. Let me do it for you Mom."

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..