Son takes care of his depressed mother, Loving My Mother

Sex stories, mom and son, incest, Son takes care of his depressed mother, Loving My Mother My brother sister and I had grown up in a pretty typical home in the Northeast. I was 32 when my parents shocked all of us announcing their divorce. After hearing this news, we all suspected my father was having an affair, or affairs, during all his business travel.

We all agreed not to be outwardly bitter to Dad, since they seemed to splitting on good terms, and Dad took good care of her financially. We also all agreed to take extra special care on Mom. Little did I know how special would be the care I provided?

I saw my mother every few months and always asked her what I could do for her around the house. She never asked for much and I mostly took care of things that I noticed, not waiting for her to ask.


I enjoyed visiting more than normal as I had always had an incestual desire for my mother, and her being divorced and living alone did nothing but fuel my crazy desires.

Mom was a tall petite lady with a perfect shape and small breasts. I guess she was about 5’9″and only 125-130 pounds. She was a brunette and dressed very plainly, but could not hide the loveliness of her body. I had once accidentally seen her naked in the tub when I was about 15, and ever since then I have always preferred petite, small breasted ladies.

Each visit I queried Mom on why she was not dating and she always just blew me off. I was soon asking her if she didn’t miss kissing and hugging, and she seemed embarrassed to even discuss it. She often told me to worry about my own dating as I was not seeing anyone that she knew about.

Mom was not going out at all, and beginning to drink more and I was worried about her taking this to excess. On one of my visits, I insisted that Mom get more active and more involved outside of the house. I soon enrolled us in a gym and we began to go out to dinner and shows at least once or twice a week. Mom loved the dinner and shows, but hated the gym.

I took mom out shopping and we bought her leotards and new cross trainer shoes. Mom was getting almost pissed at this “silliness” but I won. I had her model the outfits, and it made my dick hard looking at her lithe frame in the skin tight clothes. I was totally put out at the idea of wearing these things, and going to a gym, but agreed to make me happy.

Out first visit to the gym went very well. I acted as her trainer even though I had only the basic understanding of how to train. It was that or nothing as Mom was too shy to let some strange guy or gal work with her. I showed her the different machines and light weights and how to use them. I took advantage of the exercises to touch her a lot in safe places, moving a limb to place it correctly, squeezing a limb muscle to explain its action in movement, and placing my hand on Mom’s tummy as she worked out to help her feel the muscle contractions.

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I am sure Mom did not notice or realize how excited I got from seeing and touching her so much in the leotards. I purposely wore tight briefs under my shorts so that I could keep m hard dick up and flat against me, although it sometimes took some maneuvering to get my cock up, when it started getting hard in the down position.

I was also passing on a lot of compliments to her to not only build her self-esteem, but to endear her to me even more. I started with simple comment’s like, “You are looking good,” to then advance to “You’re really Beautiful,” and finally, “You’re a sexy woman, Mom.”

Mom seemed OK with the first two, but really objected when I called her sexy. I saved it for infrequent and special occasions, like a new dress, or after getting her hair done.

We had a nice schedule going with visits to the gym and nice dinners at home or at restaurants. Since getting into the exercise and attention from me, my concerns about Mom’s Isolation and drinking disappeared.

One night after a nice dinner, when we arrived at home, I asked her if she wanted another drink, and she agreed. I made us cocktails and we sat on the couch sipping and talking. About 30 minutes later I refreshed her drink and knowing she had a nice buzz going, I turned out discussion to love and companionship.

I asked, “Mom, why don’t you date?”

“I don’t have the desire or need to get into all the complications that go with that,” She quietly replied.

“But everyone needs companionship and love,” I countered.

She looked at me for a few seconds then smiled and said, “I have you for companionship and love, I am perfectly happy.”

I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, then looking deep into her eyes I asked, “What about making love, physical love?”

Mom sighed and leaned into my shoulder and whispered, “I can live without that if I have what we have here.”

I kissed the top of her head and hugged her close as I responded, “Everyone needs the pleasure and release of physical love, it’s how we are wired.”

Mom, put her arm across my chest and said, “This and you are my physical love sweetheart.”

We sat for a few more minutes and then I pulled away to get us another drink. When I returned Mom snuggled right into my chest with a long sigh, like she missed me for the minutes I was gone.

We sipped our drinks and I stroked Mom’s head and shoulder with my arm that was around her. I then tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips. Mom tensed briefly, but didn’t pull away, and a second later was letting me kiss her lips and cheeks. As I kissed down her neck she tilted her head to the side and offered me an easier access.

I stopped kissing, pulled back a bit and we looked at each other for a long time. I was dying to know what Mom was thinking, and of course was hoping she was thinking about us taking this further. I leaned back in and kissed her lips again, this time letting my tongue slip out and taste her lips. Mom shuddered and then tensed up again. I kissed her forehead and cheeks and said, “I love you so much Mom.”

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Mom answered in a very low breathy voice, “I love you too, I have never been happier.”

I decided to risk it, and I whispered into her ear, “I want to tell you about something I have wanted for many years. I want to make love to you.”

Mom froze and I could feel all her muscles tense. She turned toward me and growled, “Is that what this is all about? You have come sniffing around your old divorced mom, and tonight plying her with drinks, all to get into bed with me? That is so disgusting!”

Mom got up, and stormed out of the room, dropping her glass loudly in the kitchen sink.

I was devastated and ashamed at what just happened. I had read this all so wrong, or let my fantasy take the lead over common sense, and now the love of my life was totally put off by me.

I went to bed but could barely sleep. I tossed and turned all night.

In the morning I didn’t even want to face Mom, but finally went into the kitchen where she was working at the stove.

Mom looked back at me and said, “Oh my God, Doug, you look like death!”

I sheepishly looked at her feet and responded, “I feel like death. I am so sorry for last night Mom. I love you so much and never meant to do anything to hurt you.”

Mom turned and opened her arms to me, and I stepped into them. She was talking into my chest, “Stop, I overreacted, I was so startled and instead of accepting your sweet offer of love with appreciation, I ran. But we are mother and son, that kind of love is never appropriate.”

My heart soared, and I said, “Mom you are so special, that is why I love you so much. I thought last night I had ruined any relationship we had.”

“Get a cup of coffee and let’s talk,” Mom said as she took her coffee cup to the living room.

I got a cup and followed. I sat next to her on the couch with a respectable space between us.

Mom patted the couch next to her hip, “Move over here, as we discuss what happened and how we go forward. I certainly do not was to lose the closeness we have built up over the past few weeks.”

I slid over and Mom picked my arm up as I did and put it around her shoulders. She looked up at me and said softly, “Kiss your mother.”

I dropped my lips to hers and kissed her lightly on the lips. I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

Mom smiled and said, “I love that, and I love the feeling I get when you hold me in your arms. I feel safe and wanted.”

My mind was reeling in confusion, and I blurted out, “That is all I want for you Mom, to know how much I love you and that I will always be here for you.”

Mom searched my eyes and replied, “I know, and I love you so much and never want anything to come between us, we just need to show our love within appropriate limits. I never want to push you away, and I never want to have you worry about being totally honest and open with me. Now kiss me again.”

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I kissed my mother’s soft lips and while I did not risk slipping my tongue out, we kissed for a long time and I noticed she was breathing heavy like I was.

When we broke, Mom smiled and said, “All better? Do you forgive me for last night’s outburst and are you willing to talk openly?”

I kissed her quickly and answered, “Yes of course, I was my fault not yours.”

“Shhh, no one’s fault, now tell me what brought about all that talk about such an inappropriate topic?” She asked.

My mind was racing trying to figure out what, and how much, to tell her! I realized we had agreed to be open and honest, so I jumped right in.

“Mom, since I was a teenager I had always found you to be the most special and most beautiful woman I ever met. I have wanted you as a lover all these years, but of course fought the feelings.”

Mom gave a light laugh and said, “Most boys have fantasies about their mothers at some time in their lives.”

I looked at her and offered, “I know, but I never grew out of it. Every lover I ever had was as close to being a spitting image of you as I could possibly find. That was so that I could, in my mind, make love to you, every time.”

Mom looked worried and said, “Oh my, that is too much. What on earth did I do wrong to lead you on like that?”

I was hurt that she blamed herself, and immediately corrected her, “You did nothing wrong! Your just so beautiful, and the quintessential perfect woman. Very practical, very loving, and caring. What man would not be totally consumed with desire for you?”

Mom gave that little laugh again, then said, “My goodness, such devotion and unearned praise. I am certainly not deserving all that. I just took care of you like any mother would.”

“Mom, you are so much more to me than that, I have never been able to truly love another woman due to my desire for you. The past few weeks have been a dream come true for me,” I told her.

Mom’s look softened and she buried her face in my chest, “It is so nice to be so desired, I love that you feel like that about me, and I love you more than any other man, but we need to keep this in check.”

“I understand, I just need you so much, I don’t think I will ever want another woman like I want you,” I truthfully told her.

“Well I am sure you find someone to replace your old mother,” she replied.

I lifted her head and looked into her eyes deeply, and said, “Absolutely no way, you’re not old, you are the only one I want. And besides, what about your needs, when will you find someone to take care of your needs?”

Mom was still drilling into my heart with her deep brown eyes as she said, “I don’t have needs, other than what you’re giving me now. Sex has never been important to me.”

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