The final gift

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My mother, Pat, divorced when I was eight, and I'm eighteen now. She's a petite, sweet-looking short-haired beauty who often wears jeans, even to work. In my opinion, if she grew her hair long and wore a dress, she could hold my gaze for hours. Anyway, I often find myself fantasizing about her beautiful body, and I know that to see those fantasies, I need to plan. To this day, she's never actually taken off her nightgown in front of me; the one time she's ever been completely naked in front of me was when she showed me her sexy legs, her belly, and her cleavage. She's always covered by her underwear in front of me, which I find regrettable. She works hard and takes meticulous care of me in every way. Although she makes me do a lot of housework, I never mind because I love her too. I wanted to touch and feel her charm, but the most I was allowed to do with her was to hug her. At that moment, I could press my strong chest against her soft, tender breasts, and I would always hold my hands tightly against her smooth back, feeling her tension and fascination with this intimacy. Whenever she came home late or made some small mistake, she often made amends by allowing me to sleep in her bed. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night to find my mother sleeping on her side with her back to me. Her pajamas were pressed tightly against the front of her knees; in fact, the edge of the pajamas was slightly torn from the knees, and the bottom was wrinkled and pressed under her thighs. It was a wonderful sight! Her even breathing indicated that she was so tired and in a deep sleep. I knew she wouldn't wake up at this point. So, if I secretly slipped my hand under her pajamas, I could truly feel her soft thighs. Unable to resist the temptation, I reached out and happily moved my hand under her pajamas. She slept soundly. Seizing the opportunity, I slowly slipped my hand inside until I touched my sleeping mother's thigh. Oh! She was so warm and soft, still wrapped in her hazy nightgown. I couldn't resist the urge to cover her with my thirsty lips and tongue. Her breathing was still so gentle and even, so I slowly slipped my entire arm inside her nightgown and caressed her sexy thigh. To avoid waking her, my hand moved very slowly throughout the process. The experience was so wonderful that several times my hand touched the edge of her panties. I became so thirsty and impatient that I decided to take off her nightgown. After confirming that she was still sound asleep, I slowly pulled her nightgown off her lower body. It was a very damp and warm garment. I thought that removing this covering would make her feel more comfortable in her sleep. With the last lift, all her underwear was off, and what a beautiful sight it was! She was wearing white panties, and her round buttocks were sexy and alluring. I seized the moment, throwing myself at her sandalwood-scented vulva, the feeling like paradise. I gently kissed her soft thighs, moving my lips down to her smooth, bare buttocks, sucking them with ecstasy. Gradually, I grew bolder, brazenly grasping and kneading my dream-like mother's sexy buttocks—it felt amazing! I gently moved my fingers along her cleft to her vulva, feeling the warmth within. My fingers traveled south, gently squeezing, until, just before reaching her vulva, she suddenly woke up. I knew it had to end there, so I pretended to be asleep. Unsuspecting, she pulled her nightgown up a little and lay back down facing me. That night, I didn't continue; I just went to the bathroom and exclaimed, "Oh my God!" But I knew I had to try more. As I mentioned, she never wore skirts at home unless it was too hot. I guessed she wasn't used to wearing skirts at home because they were only knee-length, and she could easily keep her legs together at the dining table. But seeing her in a skirt was a real pleasure for me; I would find a spot on the sofa facing her and admire her sexy, long legs and her usual white panties. Throughout this, I would maintain an erection, and throughout the day, the thought of her alluring figure in a skirt would trigger arousal, usually ten to twelve times. Then came a day that was unfortunate for my mother but fortunate for me. She broke both wrists on the stairs after get off work, and had to have them in casts, meaning she wouldn't be able to go to work until she recovered. I was the only person she could rely on, and I was happy to take care of her meticulously. I prayed for her, took a taxi to bring her home from the hospital, and in the process, I seemed to have forgotten my own desires. When we got home, she needed to shower, so she said to me, "Jeff, I need you to help me take off my clothes and then help me shower. I'm sorry to trouble you like this, but I think my wound will heal quickly." Now, my fervent dream was about to come true; I was about to see my mother naked! Although I was incredibly excited, I tried my best not to show my joy. My mother had a lot of confidence in my abilities, and I replied, "Of course, Mom. I know you can't take care of yourself for a while, so let me do it. What can I do for you?" My mother pointed to her shirt and said, "Could you help me unbutton my shirt?" I began to slowly unbutton her shirt. As usual, she was wearing blue jeans. She tried her best not to meet my gaze; she seemed a little uncomfortable. I pulled the unbuttoned shirt off her arms, gazing at her firm breasts encased in a bra and the delicate cleavage between them. Mom: "Okay, all done, my jeans are finally off. My God, Jeff, please don't mind, I'm really embarrassed!" Jeff: "Mom, please don't think like that. I'm your son, I'm calm, and you don't need to be embarrassed!" Mom: "Just pretend none of this happened, okay?" Jeff: "Mom, there's nothing to hide. You're injured, and I have to help you!" Mom: "I'm glad you're so easygoing. Now, help me unbutton and take off my jeans!" I pulled down her jeans and helped her take them off. Throughout the process, I saw her eyes were tightly closed. I tried hard not to tremble, anticipating the exciting part to come. She started to step into the bathtub, asking me to help her put her clothes in the closet. She turned her back to me, pressing a towel tightly against her chest with her cast-covered hand. Mom: "Could you unbutton my bra and take it off for me?" I looked at her back with disappointment. I was already hard and needed a complete release. She unbuttoned her bra and was about to take it off. Mom: "Slow down!" I could feel her breasts relax considerably after her bra was removed from under the towel she was pressing down on. At this point, I could almost see her bare buttocks. I moved my fingers above her panties, trying to pull them down. My face was now right in front of her alluring buttocks. I waited for her thighs to emerge from her panties, trying to slow down my movements as much as possible to prolong this beautiful moment. She pulled one leg out as she tried to conceal it, but I still caught a glimpse of the gap—what a beautiful sight! She then pulled out the other leg. Mom: "Bring the water over! Adjust the temperature." I did as she instructed.I did it. Mom: "Wait outside for a bit, I'll call you when I'm done." Saying that, she stepped into the bathtub. I closed the door and stood guard outside. I didn't want my mother to suspect anything, and I tried my best to do everything she asked me to do. I went into my bathroom and masturbated, then waited for the opportunity to wipe her body. After a while, my mother called me in. I saw that she had wrapped a towel around her upper body from under her armpits. She asked me to keep this covering while wiping her body. While wiping, I carefully felt the softness of her body and didn't spend too much time on her breasts and thighs. When she came out of the bedroom, she asked me to bring her her underwear, so I brought the clothes to her, who was wrapped in a towel. I put the underwear on the floor, and she walked up and put her feet in, and then I helped her pull them up. When it came time to put on her bra, she turned her back again. Mom: "Hmm, I'll take the towel away." So she dropped the towel, covered her breasts with her arm, and tried to use one hand to help me put one side of her bra on. Then she stretched out her other hand to help me put on the other side, and finally she tried to lift her arm up a little. Mom: "Okay, now you can put them in the right place." I tried not to touch her breasts, but it was difficult to do so, so my hand occasionally touched the bottom of her breasts. She shuddered, but didn't say anything. I then helped her secure one bra, then the other. Next, I unhooked the back of her bra, but I couldn't see anything from behind her. Next, I helped her put on her skirt, which she suggested herself, as she thought pajamas would be troublesome when she needed to use the restroom at night. Yes, this was the only time I had a chance to fully touch her. At night, when she wanted to go out to pee, she came over and woke me up. I stood in front of her and asked if she needed any help. After she told me, I slowly helped her take off her pants. Although I tried not to look during this process, when I noticed her eyes were tightly closed, I saw her thick pubic hair and swollen labia. I quickly regained my senses. After she finished relieving herself, I handed her some toilet paper, wanting to please her and make her feel good. My mother grabbed my shoulders to help her stand up and said, "Give me a few more toilet paper." So I stopped imagining her and tore off more paper. I gently wiped her buttocks, and when my fingers brushed against her clitoris, my lower body became hard. She shivered at the same time, but she thought I didn't notice. But she finished quickly and stood in front of me. I helped her put her underwear back on. That night, I slept with her, and I was there whenever she needed me.

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