Mom's Helping Hands Part 1

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

“Here, honey, let me get that for you!” Jack’s mom said, reaching past him and opening the front door for him.  They had just arrived at home after his mom, Marjorie, picked him up from the hospital after being treated for severe burns to his hands. 

Jack had been home for the summer break from college and was working on the engine of their lawn mower, trying to fix a problem with the fuel line when he accidentally dropped the screwdriver he was using.  It hit the concrete and created a spark, and the gasoline that had spilled onto the concrete burst into flames.  Jack’s hands were covered with gasoline so they also caught fire, and by the time he could extinguish the flames he had suffered second degree burns over both hands, front and back.  There was no permanent damage to his hands, but he was going to have to keep the blisters covered for the next week or so which meant that his hands were going to be completely swathed in bandages for a while.

And that meant his mom was going to have to help him with a lot of things, one of which was opening doors.  If they’d had a lever-style doorknob on the front door he could have done it himself by just pushing down on it with his elbow, but they had a standard round doorknob on the door, so his mom had to open it for him.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jack said, smiling at her as he walked into the house.

“You’re welcome, honey,” Marjorie said, following him into the house and closing the door behind her.  “I guess I should get used to doing things like that for you for the next week or so, huh?” she said as she walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water.  Jack went into the living room and sat down on the couch, resting his bandaged hands on his lap.

“I guess so, yeah,” he said.  The pain killers the hospital had given him were starting to wear off, and his hands really hurt.

“Can I get you anything to drink, Jack?” his mom asked from the kitchen.

“No, Mom, I’m okay,” he replied.  She came into the living room and sat down in the chair next to the couch, taking a drink from her bottled water before she spoke again.

“I’m so sorry you burned your hands, honey,” she said, looking over at him, “but I’m going to take good care of you for the next week or so until the bandages come off.  I’m sure by the end of the day we’ll have figured out what I’ll need to do for you, so that’s no big deal,” she said, smiling at him.

“Does Dad know what happened yet?” he asked.  His father was out of town on a business trip when the accident happened so Jack wasn’t sure if he had been told or not yet.

“Yes, honey, he knows” she replied, “I called him and told what happened, and he said he’d be on the next plane home if we needed him.  He loves you very much, you know,” she said.

“I know he does, but he doesn’t need to come home, I think, not right now anyway,” Jack said.  “I hope that’s what you told him.”

“I told him just that,” she replied, nodding as she spoke.  “I told him that there wasn’t anything he could do that I wasn’t capable of doing, and that there was no need for him to rush home.”

“Good!” Jack said, smiling.  He loved his father very much and didn’t want to interfere with his job.

“He wanted me to tell you that he loves you and will see you in five or six days, as soon as his job there is finished,” she said.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jack said, smiling at her.  “Right now, though, there is something that I need your help with,” he said.

“What’s that, baby?” Marjorie asked, sitting forward and leaning her forearms on her knees.  “What can I help you with?”

“Well,” Jack said, hesitating for a moment, “I gotta pee.  The hospital gave me a ton of fluids with that IV and now I guess it’s ready to make the rest of the trip.”

“So how does that involve me?” his mom asked.  He loved his mom more than anything, but she could be a little ditzy sometimes, and this was one of those times.

“Well, uh, I don’t think…” he said, pausing to choose the right words, “I don’t think I’ll be able to pull down the zipper on my jeans and get them open with my hands like this,” he said, holding up his bandaged hands.

“Oh, my, I guess not!” Marjorie replied, putting her hand to her mouth and smiling.  “I’m sorry, honey, I should have thought of that!”

“No problem, Mom.  But there is one thing I just thought of, though,” Jack said.  “While I’m in the bathroom I think it would be a good idea if you were to go into my room and get my basketball shorts out of my dresser and put them out for me.  Zippers, buttons, and shoelaces are gonna be a bit of a problem for me for the next week, so I’m gonna have to run around in my basketball shorts, a tee shirt and my boat shoes for a while.”

“That’s a good idea, honey,” she said, nodding in agreement.  “I’ll take care of that while you’re in the bathroom taking care of business!  Do you…well, do you think you’ll need my help in getting undressed?” she asked, hesitating just a bit.

“No, Mom, once my jeans are unzipped I think I can handle the rest of it okay,” Jack replied.  “But right now, I really need to pee!” he said, standing up.

“Okay, well, then let’s go!” his mom replied, standing up as well.  She followed Jack into the bathroom and lifted the lid and seat up on the toilet once there.  Then she turned to face him, looking down at the button and zipper on his jeans.  She had never noticed it before because she never had reason to look at his crotch, but now that she was looking in that direction, she noticed the quite sizeable lump in the front of his jeans.  Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open slightly as she saw the big lump there, and she hesitated just a bit, a little scared of touching him in that area.

“Okay, well, uh, let me just, uh…” she stammered, her hands fluttering in the air at his waist as she couldn’t decide just where to begin, unable to take her eyes from the sizeable lump in the front of his jeans. 

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious embarrassment.  His mom’s reaction was one of two reactions he’d always get whenever a woman got a glimpse of the size of his junk for the first time – they were either stunned or terrified, and his mom was obviously stunned.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, smiling at her as he spoke.  “Just pull the zipper down and then open the button.  I can take it from there,” he said.

“Oh-okay,” she said, tentatively reaching down for the zipper.  She couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge in his jeans and was careful not to touch it as she pulled the zipper down.  Then she unfastened his jeans and stepped back, quickly pulling her hands away. 

“Okay, done!” she said, looking up at him and giving him a nervous smile.  Then she quickly turned and left, closing the door behind her but not all the way so that Jack would be able to just pull it open when he was done. 

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled his jeans open and then pulled down the front of his boxers with his bandaged hands, letting his big, long cock hang free.  His cock was unusual in a couple of ways, those being that when it was flaccid it was both longer and thicker than an average man’s penis; it was also much heavier.  His cock was nearly six inches long and four inches around when soft, and when it was fully erect it was eight inches long and six inches around.

In other words, Jack was hung like a horse.

 He did what he needed to do and then pulled his boxers and jeans back up, flushing the toilet with his foot as he held his jeans up.  He left the bathroom and went to his room to see that his mom had already gotten his dark blue shorts out for him and had laid them out on the bed.

“Just like she used to do when I was a kid growing up,” he said to himself, smiling.  He managed to get out of his shoes, socks, jeans and boxers with no problem, leaving the t-shirt on as he slipped into his basketball shorts.  He didn’t bother to keep the boxers on because that was going to be just one more thing in his way when he had to pee again and besides, they wouldn’t prevent his big cock from swaying when he walked or give it any more support than the shorts would. 

It would also be funny as hell to see his innocent, strait-laced mom trying not to stare at his cock.  The mischievous part of him liked this idea, and he smiled as he slipped his shorts on and then his leather boat shoes.  When he was dressed, he looked in the full-length mirror on the outside of his closet door; the outline of his cock was easily visible, and it swayed heavily back and forth when he moved his hips from side to side.  He chuckled again as he opened the door and walked out of his room, heading for the kitchen where his mom was busy cooking dinner.

“Smells good, Mom, what are we having?” he asked as he walked into the room.  His mom was smiling as she turned to look at him while she was standing at the stove, stirring what she was cooking.

“Beef strogano-oh my!” she said, her eyes going wide and her mouth falling open as she saw the long tube of his cock swaying inside his shorts as he walked towards her. She quickly turned back to the stove, feeling her cheeks get hot as she blushed.  She didn’t see the grin on Jack’s face as a result.

“Beef stroganoff, my favorite!” he said, walking up and standing behind his mom and acting as if he hadn’t heard her stunned reaction to seeing his cock swaying in his shorts.  He put his bandaged hands lightly on her shoulders, being careful not to touch her anywhere else as he put his head over her shoulder and sniffed.

“Mmmm, smells delicious!” he said, then he stepped away from her and went over to the refrigerator to get a drink.  He sat down at the kitchen table facing him mom, who was still concentrating on the stroganoff to avoid looking in his direction lest she be distracted by his monster cock waving at her.  He managed to get the screw cap off of the soda by using his teeth to loosen it, then took a drink before putting the bottle down on the table. 

“Dinner will be ready in a little while, honey, so why don’t you go into the living room and relax?” she said, an obvious ploy to get him away from her so she wouldn’t be tempted or distracted.  “I’ll call you when it’s ready!”  Jack chuckled softly for a moment before replying.

“Okay, Mom, sounds good!” he said, getting up from the table.  He walked into the living room, taking his drink with him, and Marjorie glanced over her shoulder at him as he walked away.  Then she turned back to the stove, letting out a big sigh as she resumed cooking.

‘Oh, my, but he’s got a big cock!’ she thought, ‘much bigger than his father’s!  I wonder how big it is?’  She was slightly ashamed of herself for having that thought, but she was a woman after all, wasn’t she?  But still, he was her son, so she had to get those thoughts out of her mind immediately.

‘Yeah, good luck with that!’ she thought to herself, one side of her mouth turning up in a small smile.

Dinner was uneventful once they were seated at the table.  Before then his mom made it a point not to look in his direction, and once they were sitting down it was no problem as the lower half of his body was concealed from view by the tabletop.  She was able to carry on a conversation without letting on that the image of her son’s big cock swaying inside his shorts was constantly on her mind, and that she couldn’t keep from wondering just what it looked like up close and personal.

When they finished eating Jack went into the living room to watch TV while his mom cleaned up.  Normally he would have helped her, but with his hands bandaged up she was on her own.  At least she didn’t have to avoid looking at him while she did it, and for her that was a plus.  He got another soda out of the refrigerator by holding it between his two bandaged hands, and then went into the living room to sit down.  He was going to turn on the TV but found that he couldn’t, so he just waited for him mom to finish in the kitchen and then come into the living room with him and turn on the TV.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, with both of them watching TV and chatting as they always did.  The only difference this time was that Jack caught his mother stealing glances at his crotch more than once and knowing what she was doing made him smile.  He knew he should feel terribly guilty about teasing and tormenting his mother like this, but he just couldn’t – it was all too funny right now.  And besides, his mom appeared to be enjoying the view.

Three hours later Jack realized how tired he was, so he decided to call it a night.  He got up from his place on the couch and stretched, lifting his arms up above his head and stretching his back – which also gave his mom a clear view of his cock outlined against his shorts.

“That’s it for me, Mom, I’m gonna hit the sack,” Jack said, dropping his arms back down to his sides.  He caught his mom looking at his crotch for a split second as he looked down at her, and he smiled.

“Is there anything I can do for you before you go to bed, honey?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling.

“No, Mom, I’m good,” he replied, walking over to her and bending over to kiss her on the cheek.  It was all she could do to not look at his crotch as he approached, but she managed it.  He kissed her on the cheek and she returned the kiss on his, running her hand along the side of his face as she always did when he kissed her goodnight.

“Good night, Mom,” he said, smiling down at her.

“Good night, honey, sleep tight,” she said, returning the smile.  She resisted the urge to turn and watch him as he walked away, focusing instead on the TV. 

“Oh, my!” she said softly to herself when Jack was out of earshot; that was all she could manage.  “Oh, my!” she said again, holding her hands to her chest.  She began to blush as she realized that her nipples were hard, and that there was a not-unpleasant tingling going on in her pussy. 

‘He’s my son and I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him, but that cock is so big!  I just can’t help it!’ she thought to herself, ashamed and aroused at the same time.  She picked up the TV remote and started surfing the channels, looking for something to take her mind off her son and his big cock.

As Jack was lying in his bed, he couldn’t help but grin at the evening’s events.  He had teased and taunted his mom pretty good, and it had been quite some time since he had seen her that flustered.  But he figured that enough was enough and decided to stop tormenting her by wearing something a lot looser and much less revealing for the rest of the time his hands were bandaged.  Then he rolled over and went to sleep.

An hour later Marjorie went to bed herself, unable to get the image of her son’s big cock outlined against his shorts out of her mind and wondering how she was going to make it through tomorrow, much less the next five or six days.

The next morning Jack came into the kitchen to the wonderful aromas of his mom cooking breakfast.  He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of black lounge pants with the strings dangling untied in front of him.  The pants were baggier than the shorts of the previous day, so Marjorie was spared the sight of the outline of his dick against his pants.

“Good morning, honey!” she said brightly, relieved that there was no visible distraction this morning.

“Morning, Mom,” Jack replied, walking over and kissing her on the check.  He sat down at the table where his mom had already poured a glass of orange juice for him.  He smiled when he saw the glass there, then gingerly picked it up and took a sip.

“How are your hands today, honey?” his mom asked, setting a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns down in front of him.

“They hurt,” he said, picking up the fork.  His thumbs weren’t bandaged to the sides of his hands so he was able to manage picking up a fork.  “A little more than yesterday, but that’s to be expected, I guess,” he said, beginning to eat his breakfast.  The bandages on his hands and how much they hurt forced him to go slow and easy.

“Yes, I guess so,” his mom replied, sitting down across from him with her own plate and beginning to eat.  They ate in silence after that, and when Jack had finished he put his fork down and looked over at his mom as he spoke.

“There’s something we gotta talk about, Mom,” he said, “something we have to figure out how to do.”

“What’s that, baby?” his mom asked, looking over at him.

“How am I gonna take a bath?” he said, holding up his bandaged hands.  “I can’t take a shower, and I sure can’t wash myself with my hands bandaged up like this.  And the doctor said not to take them off to change them for at least 48 hours, and that’s tomorrow,” he said.  “I can’t wait that long to take a bath.  You may not have noticed, but I’m getting kind of ripe!”  He smiled at his mom in an effort to lighten up the conversation.

“Oh, my, you’re right,” his mom said, looking at his hands.  “Well, I guess I’m just going to have to give you a sponge bath, won’t I?” she said, returning his smile.

“Well, yeah, I kinda figured that, but Mom, there’s one thing I don’t think you’ve considered,” Jack said, not knowing how to say it. 

“And what’s that, honey?” she asked innocently, holding her coffee cup up in front of her mouth.  She was having another ‘ditzy’ moment and didn’t realize it, but Jack did.  He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right way to say it before he finally spoke again.

“You’re going to have to wash me with a washcloth,” he said, pausing again to see if it would sink in.  It didn’t.

“I know, honey,” his mom replied, smiling.

“All of me,” he said.

“Yes, honey, I kno – OH! Oh, my!” she said, her eyes flying open and her mouth falling open as the full realization of what she would have do to finally hit her.  Neither of them spoke for a few moments, and it was his mom who broke the silence.

“Well, it’s not that big of a deal, really,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.  ‘It’s a big dick of a deal is what it is!’ she thought to herself.  The thought of seeing Jack’s cock naked right in front of her was making her nipples hard, and she hoped Jack wouldn’t notice.

“Are you sure, Mom?” Jack asked, concerned.  “I mean, I can find another way to take care of it if I have to.”

“And just how would you do that?  Hmm?” she said, smiling demurely at him over her coffee cup.  “After all, it’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before, you know.  I used to give you a bath every day when you were a baby,” she said.

“I’m not a baby anymore, Mom,” Jack replied, “Things have changed.  I’ve grown up since then – I’ve grown up a lot!”

‘Yes, you most certainly have!’ Marjorie thought to herself before answering.

“I know, honey, but you have to remember that I’ve seen a full-grown man naked before.  After all, how do you think you came along, anyway?” she said, smiling at him again. 

“I know, Mom, but this is different!  I’m your son, after all,” he said.  “Wouldn’t that make you uncomfortable, to see your own son standing naked in front of you?”  ‘And probably with a raging hard-on to boot, once you start washing my dick!’ he thought to himself.  Jack had no way of knowing that what he just said had the effect of making his mom’s pussy start to get wet as her nipples were already rock-hard inside her bra beneath her shirt.

‘Horny, yes, uncomfortable, no!’ Marjorie thought to herself as she replied.

“I suppose it would initially, but that’s something I think I can handle.  After all, if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all, right, honey?” she asked, smiling as she took a sip of her coffee. 

‘Not really!’ Jack thought to himself, although he said something entirely different.

“Well, yeah, I guess so,” he said, standing up and picking up his plate with both bandaged hands.  He walked over to the counter and put the plate in the sink.  His mom picked her plate up as well and did the same thing, standing next to him and putting her hand on his upper arm as she spoke.

“Really, honey, don’t worry about it,” she said, her voice soft.  “I can handle it.  Just let me wash the dishes and finish cleaning up in here and then I’ll take care of everything, okay?” she said, smiling.

“Okay, Mom,” he said, giving her a kiss on her cheek.  He turned and walked away, headed towards his room to get ready for his sponge bath.  Marjorie watched him walk away, one hand involuntarily going to her breast, squeezing it beneath the palm of her hand.  She was scared, nervous, confused, excited, and aroused all at the same time, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

“Oh, my,” she said softly, leaning against the counter for support.  She stayed there for a few moments, then turned to wash the dishes in the sink. 

She was a jumble of emotions as she washed the dishes.  She was nervous as hell at seeing her own son naked in front of her, especially since Jack was right – things most certainly had changed!  Just as the thought of having his big dick right there in front of her made her nervous, it also excited her in a carnal way that was taking her by surprise.  She never in a million years thought that she would be having sexual thoughts and fantasies about her own son, but she was – and she was both excited and ashamed at the same time.  She wasn’t quite sure how she was going to handle it or what would happen, but there was no avoiding the fact that in just a few more minutes, her own son was going to be standing naked right in front of her with his big dick hanging out in the open.

And the thought of that was making her wet, something else that she didn’t know how to handle just yet.

When she finished with the dishes she went to Jack’s room and looked inside to find him lying on his bed, a pair of ear buds in his ears and listening to music from an app on his cell phone.  When he saw her in the doorway he took one of the earbuds out, and Marjorie spoke up.

“Are you ready for your sponge bath now, honey?” she asked, smiling but still nervous as hell.

“Sure, Mom,” he replied.

“Okay, let me go into the bathroom and get things ready.  It’ll only take a few minutes, okay, honey?” she said.

“Okay, Mom,” Jack replied.  He put the ear bud back in his ear as his mom turned to head for the bathroom across the hall from his room.  He got up and slipped out of his boat shoes, then gingerly pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, taking care not to bump his hands in the process.  He tossed the shirt into the hamper in the corner so it could be washed, and then padded barefoot into the bathroom.   He left his lounge pants on because he didn’t want to walk into the bathroom stark naked; things were going to be uncomfortable enough for his mom as it was without him making it worse.   His mom was bending over the tub checking the water temperature when he came in.  She turned her head and smiled at him, her fingers under the running water.  She had run about two inches of water in the tub, and already had a bar of soap and a clean washcloth sitting on the edge of the tub.

“I figured it would be easier to just run some water in the tub and use it to wash you with than to try and do it in the sink,” she said, turning off the water and then standing up in front of him.  “Once you’re in the tub you can either lay down in the tub to get wet and then stand up so I can wash you, or I can spray you with the shower head and then wash you.  Whatever you want will be fine with me,” she said.  Jack could tell that she was a little nervous, now that the big moment of truth was almost here.

“I don’t want to put the weight on my hands, so I’ll just stand in the tub and let you hose me down, I guess,” he said, and his mom nodded in agreement.

“Okay, honey, we’ll do that, then,” she said.  “So, uh, now, I guess it’s, uh, time for me to get started, huh?” she said, smiling nervously at him.  “Let me – uh, let me take…take your pants off for you, honey,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of him. 

“I can do it, Mom,” he said, reaching for the waistband of his pants. 

“No, honey, no, I’ll do it,” she said, gently putting her hands on his and stopping them.  “I don’t want you to hurt your hands!”  She looked up at him and gave him a quick, nervous smile, then looked back down and at his crotch for the first time.  She hesitated for just a moment before she reached up and grasped the waistband of his lounge pants in her hands, taking a deep breath and then pulling his pants down over his hips and letting them fall to the floor around his ankles.  She let her gaze follow the pants down to the floor and held it there for a moment before looking up.  And when she did look up, she found herself face to face with the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen.  Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open with surprise.

“Oh…oh, my!” she gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth.  “It’s…uh, I….it’s, uh….so….” she stammered, unable to take her eyes off of Jack’s cock.

“Are you okay, Mom?” Jack asked, both amused and concerned at the same time. 

“What?” Marjorie said as she looked up at him and managed a nervous smile, her hand still at her mouth.  “Oh, yes, honey, yes, I’m fine!” she said, looking back down at his shaft and then up at him again.  “It’s just that…well, I didn’t expect…I mean, your…your penis is, well…”

“It’s big.  Yeah, Mom, I know,” he said, smiling down at her.

“Honey, it’s not just big, it’s huge!” she said, finally recovering enough to find her voice and put together a coherent sentence.  She looked back down at his cock again as she continued. 

“It’s the biggest penis I’ve ever seen!  Not that I’ve seen all that many of them, mind you,” she said, looking back up at him and smiling as she spoke, “but it’s certainly bigger than any I’ve seen before now – and it’s much bigger than your fathers!” she said, her eyes falling back down to his cock for a moment before she looked up at him again.

“Please don’t tell him I said that!” she asked, and Jack nodded as he replied.

“I won’t say a word, Mom,” he replied, and his mom smiled at him.

“How do you – I mean, how do you walk around with that in your jeans all day without it hurting?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s a learned skill,” Jack replied.  “That, plus I wear loose fitting jeans and boxer shorts – when I wear shorts at all, that is,” he said.

“That makes sense,” Marjorie said, nodding.  “Well, I guess…I guess I should get started, huh?” she said, glancing down at his cock once more before getting to her feet.  “Go ahead and step into the tub and let me spray you down, and then I’ll wash you off,” she said.  Jack did as she said, stepping out of his lounge pants and then into the tub.

Marjorie sprayed him down with the shower attachment and began giving him his sponge bath, starting with washing his hair and then soaking the washcloth in the tub water, lathering it up with the soap before washing the rest of his body.  She washed his face first and then worked her way down to the rest of his body, washing his arms, chest, stomach, back, and legs until nothing else needed to be washed except his butt and his genitals.  She was concentrating very hard on what she was doing which helped her to not look at his naked cock, and she was doing pretty good at it until the very end. 

She was on her knees in front of him outside of the tub, rinsing the soap from his legs with the shower attachment when she realized that she only had one thing left to wash.  She paused for a moment, glancing at his cock right in front of her face, then reached for the washcloth again.  When she had it lathered up she reached for his cock, hesitating and looking up at Jack for a moment.

“It’s okay, Mom, really it is,” he said in as calm and soothing a voice as he could manage.

Marjorie looked back down and nodded, reaching for his cock with the washcloth in her hand.  She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and lifted it up, and her eyes went wide in surprise.

“Oh!  It’s so heavy!” she said, glancing up at Jack before looking down again.  Then she slowly began washing him, starting with his shaft and working her way down to his balls.  Jack just stood there and watched, and he had to admit that it felt really good to have her washing his cock and balls the way she was.  It felt too good, really, and Jack had a feeling that it was only going to be a matter of a very short time before the inevitable happened.

And then it did.  Marjorie was trying hard to concentrate on doing a good job rather than the fact that she had her son’s huge cock in her hands, but her concentration went right out the window when Jack began to get an erection.  His cock began to swell in her hands, quickly getting bigger, longer and thicker right before her eyes.  She gasped, her eyes wide, as his cock grew, and she looked up at him in surprise.

“Oh!  Uh, honey, it’s…it’s getting…uh, it’s getting bigger!” she said, looking back down at his cock.  Without realizing it she maintained her grip on his cock, still rubbing it with the washcloth as it grew.

“I know, I can’t help it, Mom!” Jack said.  “I’m sorry!”

“No, honey, it’s okay, really!” his mom replied, looking up at him and smiling but still gripping his cock and rubbing it with the washcloth as it continued to grow in her hands.  “There’s nothing you can do about it, so don’t feel guilty, please!” she said, looking back down at his cock.  He was fully erect now, the bulbous head pointed upwards, the thick shaft pulsing slightly with the blood rushing through it. 

‘My God, it’s beautiful!  It’s the biggest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen!’ she thought to herself, slowly washing it with the lathery washcloth.  She felt it throbbing in her hand as she gripped it tightly, barely hearing Jack moan when she did so.  She was so entranced and excited by the huge cock in her hands that she totally forgot who it was attached to, and she very quickly let her sexual desires overcome her common sense. 

“I’m going to…I mean, I want to use my hands without the…” she stammered, glancing up at him briefly and then dropping the washcloth into the water at his feet.  She picked up the soap and rubbed it in her hands, putting it back down and then wrapping both hands around the shaft of his big cock.  She began washing him with her bare hands, gripping his shaft like a baseball bat and rubbing her hands up and down the length of his cock, at first stopping when she got to the head but after a few minutes not even stopping there.  She moved her hands all the way up over the head of his cock, making Jack twitch and groan as she pulled and tugged on his slick, soapy cock.

‘Holy shit, my mom is giving me a hand job!’ he thought to himself, watching his mom work on his cock.  The look on her face was that of total entrancement coupled with unbridled sexual desire, and he knew there was no way to stop her even if he wanted to.  And he absolutely didn’t want to – she was giving him one hell of a hand job, and he’d be cumming all over her in a few minutes if she kept it up.

Marjorie couldn’t believe what she was doing to her own son, nor could she believe how good it felt.  She could feel her son’s cock pulsing and throbbing in her hands as she ran them up and down the length of his thick shaft.  He hadn’t gotten much longer when he got hard but he got considerably thicker, so much thicker that she nearly couldn’t get her fingers all the way around his shaft.  But she did, and now that she had his cock in her grasp she wasn’t going to let go of it until she made him do something she had begged her husband to do for years but that he had always refused to do, saying it was ‘too demeaning’ and ‘too degrading’ to do to her.

She was going to make her son give her a facial.  She had desperately wanted her husband to cum on her face for years, and now that she had the chance to make it happen she was going to do just that, even if it was her own son that was going to do it.

“Oh, my God, your cock feels so good in my hands!” she said softly, one side of her mouth turning up in a smile as she ran her hands up and down his shaft, gripping it tightly.  “It’s so big and so thick, I just love it!” she said, looking up at him and smiling as she continued.  “Does that feel good, honey?” she asked.

“It feels fantastic, Mom,” Jack replied.  “But…I mean, should you – should we be doing this?” he asked, his brow furrowing.  As much as he wanted to cum in his mom’s hands he knew it was wrong, but deep inside he was excited about it all and the fact that it was so wrong was what made it so exciting.  The forbidden and taboo was always more exciting, that much he knew – and this was almost as forbidden and taboo as you could get.  Almost.

“Do you want me to stop, honey?” she asked softly, looking up at him while she slowly stroked his cock in her hands.  “I don’t want to, but I will if you say so.”  Jack paused for a moment before he replied.

“No, Mom, I don’t want you to stop!” he said, making his mom smile.

“Good!” she said, smiling broadly up at him.  She stroked his cock a few more times before she looked up at him and spoke again.

“I want you to do something for me, honey, something that’s really important to me and would mean so much to me if you were to do it for me,” she said, still stroking his cock. 

“What’s that, Mom?” he asked.  Her answer nearly floored him.

“I want you to give me a facial!” she said, smiling up at him.

“You what?” Jack said, his surprise evident.  “You want me to do what, Mom?” he asked.

“I want you to give me a facial, honey,” she said, still stroking his cock in her hands as she spoke, “I want you to cum all over my face!”  She looked back down at his cock in her hands as she continued speaking.

“I’ve always loved the feeling of a man’s hot cum all over my face!  I’ve wanted your father to do it to me for years, but he always refused,” she explained.  Then she looked up at him as she continued.  “But now that I have you here like this, with your big, hard cock in my hands, well, why not?” she said, smiling.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Jack asked.  The woman who was once his conservative, strait-laced, sort of uptight mom had transformed into a randy, sexy cum slut right before his eyes, and he just couldn’t believe it. 

“Yes, honey, I’m serious,” she replied, nodding at him.  “Will you cum all over my face for me?  Please?” she asked, smiling sweetly at him.

“Sure, Mom,” Jack replied, returning her smile.  “And I have to warn you that the way you’re going, it won’t take much longer, either!”

“Good!” his mom replied, looking back down at his cock.  “Because it’s been so long, so very long, since I’ve had a man’s cum on my face that I just can’t wait any longer!  I want to feel your cum on my face, and I want to feel it now!”

With that she began gripping him harder, sliding her soapy hands up and down his throbbing shaft faster, running her hands all the way up his shaft to the head of his cock and then over it as well, making him jump at the flood of sensations that went racing through him.  She stroked his cock hard and fast for several moments before moving one hand down to his balls, massaging and squeezing them as she continued stroking his cock with her other hand. 

“Oh, shit, Mom, I’m getting close!” Jack warned, his breathing coming much faster now as he felt his balls shifting in preparation for his orgasm.

“Cum for me, honey, cum for me!” his mom urged, her voice low and breathless as she gripped his cock tightly with both hands again.  She shifted her position so she was right up against the side of the bathtub and pointed his cock right at her face as she continued to stroke it in her hands. 

“Cum all over my face, baby, cum all over my face!  Give it to me, baby, please give it to me!” she implored, looking up at him with pleading eyes, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for breath, stroking his cock harder and faster with both hands.

“Here it comes, Mom!” Jack gasped, and before his mom had a chance to react, his orgasm hit.  His cock exploded in her hands, the first blast of hot, thick cum hitting her in the middle of her forehead and splattering all over. 

“OH!” she gasped, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in surprise.  The second blast caught her square in the mouth, hitting the back of her throat and making her choke a little.  But to his surprise she swallowed the cum in her mouth and hung on to his cock, pumping it with her hands as it continued to pulse and throb, pumping stream after stream of cum onto her waiting face.  She closed her eyes and grinned with her mouth open, moving her head from side to side as stream after stream of hot, sticky cum came blasting out of his cock to land on her face.  When it was all over and his cock finally stopped spurting, Marjorie’s face was covered with at least six strands of white, sticky cum.  It was running down between her eyes and over her nose, down her cheeks and out of her mouth to drip from her chin and fall on her chest.

“Oh, my!” she said, looking up at Jack and smiling.  Jack was left gasping for breath by the force of his orgasm; it had been a couple of days since he’d cum, so this one was not only intense, but he had a lot of cum stored up as well.  And now all of that cum was splattered all over his mom’s face!

“You came a lot, honey!” she said, still gripping his cock with her hands but pumping it slowly now, pushing out the last of his cum.  When the last big drop of cum appeared at the tip she leaned forward and rubbed it onto her face, moaning in pleasure as she did.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good!” she said, smiling up at Jack.  She released his cock from her grasp and then leaned forward, rinsing the soap from her hands in the water he was standing in.  Shaking the water from her hands, she then began scooping up the cum from her face, wiping it onto her outstretched tongue.  She was looking Jack right in the eyes as she did this, and the sight of his mom wiping his cum from her face and then putting it on her tongue nearly made him hard again.  She did this three times, closing her lips around her fingers on the third time and sucking the cum from them.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned again, swallowing his cum.  “Your cum tastes so good, honey!” she said, scooping up the rest and wiping it on her tongue again before swallowing it down, never taking her eyes from his.  The look on her face as she swallowed the last of it was pure ecstasy as she closed her eyes and held her head back, savoring the taste of his cum and the sensation of it sliding over her tongue and down her throat.  When she finished she opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling.

“I bet you didn’t know your mom was such a cum slut, did you, baby?” she asked, one side of her mouth turning up in a smile.

“No way in hell!” Jack replied, his breathing finally returning to normal.

“I just love the taste of cum, I always have,” she said, scooping up the little bit that was on her chest and sucking it from her fingers before continuing.  “I’ve always loved giving blowjobs and swallowing cum, and I think that’s one of the reasons why your father fell in love with me – I gave the best blowjobs in the whole school!” she said, referring to her college days when she had met his father.

“But he never gave you a facial,” Jack said, and his mom shook her head.

“No, he never did.  He always said it was too degrading and never did it, no matter how much I begged,” she explained.  “And I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me, Jack!  It means more to me than you’ll ever know!” she said, looking up and smiling at him.

“I love you, Mom, and I ‘d do anything for you,” he replied, returning her smile, “and if this doesn’t prove it then I don’t know what will!”  They both laughed at this, with his mom getting to her feet.

“Let me get you rinsed off now, okay?” she said, reaching for the spray attachment and turning on the water

“Yeah, and then I think I need to get out of here, I’m getting kind of cold!” Jack said.  His mom laughed a little as she sprayed him down, rinsing the soap from his cock and balls and then rinsing off the rest of his body to warm him up with the hot water coming out of the spray attachment.  Now that their escapade was over Marjorie was slipping out of her ‘cum slut’ persona she had managed to keep hidden so well for all of Jack’s life and back into the conservative, strait-laced mom he was used to.  The transformation was smooth and quick, and Jack was amazed at how well she did it.

When she had finished he stood there for a few moments, letting the water run off of his body before stepping out of the tub and onto the plush mat next to it.  His mom got a thick Turkish towel from the cabinet and began drying him off, a smile on her face.

“Mom?” Jack said as she was drying his thighs and lower legs, stealing glances at his now-soft cock as she did.

“Yes, dear?” she said without looking away from what she was doing.

“What about Dad?” he asked.  “What are we gonna do about him?”  His mom stopped what she was doing and stood up, looking him in the eyes.

“We’re not going to do anything, honey,” she said, softly.  “There’s nothing we can do.  We certainly can’t tell him that I just gave you a hand job and had you cum all over my face, now, can we?” she said, holding the towel down in front of her. 

“No, I guess not,” Jack replied.  “But he’s no dummy, he’s gonna ask how I managed to take a bath with my hands bandaged, you know,” Jack said.

“I know, honey, and when he does ask we’re simply going to tell him that you didn’t take a bath until the bandages came off,” she said.  “He won’t be home until after they come off anyway, so he’ll never know the difference.”

“Okay, Mom, I think that will work,” Jack said, bending down to pick up his lounge pants so he could put them back on.  His mom saw what he was doing and bent down, picking them up and then holding them open so he could step into them.  Then she pulled them up to his waist and began tying the string in the waistband.

“In the meantime,” she said, glancing up at him with a slightly evil smile on her face, “I have the next four or five days to enjoy giving you a bath!” she said, tying the strings around his waist into a bow and letter her ‘cum slut’ persona show for the briefest of moments.  “If that’s okay with you, that is,” she said, looking up at him and smiling.

“It’s okay with me, Mom,” he said, returning her smile.  ‘I just hope she means what I think she means!’ he thought to himself.

“There!  All done!” she said, patting him on the upper arms.  “Now you go finish getting dressed while I go clean myself up and change, okay, honey?” she said, smiling up at him.

“Okay, Mom,” he said, walking out of the bathroom and into his room.  When he got there he pushed the door partially closed, then sat on the bed and grinned.

“My mom just gave me a hand job, and I just gave her a facial!” he said to himself, grinning.  “And tomorrow I think she’s gonna do it again!  Holy fuckin’ shit!” he said, the grin getting bigger.  He sat there for a few moments longer and then finished getting dressed, putting on a sleeveless shirt and his leather boat shoes.  When he was finished getting dressed he walked out of his room and headed for the kitchen.

When he walked into the kitchen he saw his mom already sitting at the table, all cleaned up and wearing a clean shirt.  Looking at her you never would have known that less than 15 minutes ago her face had been covered with his cum.  He went over to the refrigerator and got out a soda, then walked over to the table and sat down.

“Here, give me that,” his mom said, reaching out for the soda bottle.  He gave it to her and she twisted the cap off, then handed it back to him.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said, taking it from her and putting it to his lips to take a drink.

“Honey, there’s one more thing we have to talk about,” she said, looking at him with a serious look on her face as she held her coffee cup in both hands in front of her.  She paused for a moment before continuing.  “I know I’m stating the obvious, but I have to say this so please bear with me, okay, honey?” she asked, looking over at Jack.

“Sure, Mom,” he replied.  He had a feeling he knew what was coming, and he was right.

“No one can ever know about what happened in the bathroom,” she said, intentionally using vague terms to speak about the hand job and facial that had just taken place.  “And when I say no one, I mean absolutely no one.  Not your best friend, not my best friend, not your girlfriend, and certainly not your father!”  She was fully back into her ‘mom mode’ now, something that was not lost on Jack.

“I know, Mom,” Jack replied, his voice soft.  “Don’t worry, I won’t ever tell anyone about it, no matter what.  It’ll be our little secret, okay?” he said, trying to lighten the mood.  It worked, because it made his mom smile.

“Thank you, honey, I knew you’d understand,” she said, reaching out and patting his hand very lightly.  Then she stood up from the table, picking up her coffee cup and carrying it over to the sink.

“What would you like for lunch, honey?” she asked as she put the cup in the sink.

“Grilled cheese sandwiches!” Jack said.  He had a sudden desire for grilled cheese sandwiches and had no idea why.

“Grilled cheese sandwiches it is, then!” she said.  “We’ve got a couple of hours before lunch, so I’m going to go run some errands and I’ll fix lunch for you when I get back, okay, honey?” she said, turning to face him and leaning against the counter.

“Sounds good, Mom,” Jack replied, getting up from the table and taking his soda with him.  “I’ll just go into the living room and chill on the couch, watch some TV and just take it easy.”

“Okay, honey!” his mom replied.  She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, then smiled at him.

“I love you, Jack,” she said.

“I love you too, Mom,” he replied.  Then she turned and left, and Jack went into the living room and sat on the couch.  He sat there for several moments after his mom had left, letting the events of the morning run through his head, a smile on his face.  Then he picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV, turning it on.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, with his mom acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place that morning.  But Jack did catch his mom stealing glances at his crotch every now and then throughout the rest of the day, and he had the idea that maybe tomorrow he’d put on his basketball shorts again so as to give her a better view.

‘Yeah, that’s what I’ll do,’ he thought to himself as he sat on the couch watching TV, his mother sitting in the chair next to the couch.  ‘After my mom gives me a bath and maybe another hand job, that is!’

When they went to bed that night they both found it hard to get to sleep, Jack because he was hoping that his mom would give him another soapy hand job and have him cum on her face again, and Marjorie because she could hardly wait to get her hands on her son’s big dick again and make him come all over her face.

They were both smiling when they finally dropped off to sleep.

To be continued…