The Final Gift (Translation) (Part 1)

The Final Gift

Original Title: Finally I Had Her 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Author 　　:
Americanstrat1c 　　Translator
: Zizai World 2009/06/24
First published on: Spring in the Courtyard

**************** ... Even now, she has never actually taken off her robe . The one time she was most naked in front of me was when she showed me her sexy, alluring legs, her abdomen, and her cleavage. She's always wrapped in her underwear in front of me, which I find regrettable. 　　She works very hard and always takes meticulous care of me in daily life. Although she makes me do a lot of housework , I never mind because I love her too. I want to touch and feel her charm, but the most I'm allowed to do with her is hug. At those times, I can press my strong chest against her soft, tender breasts, and I always hold my hands tightly against her smooth back, feeling her tension and fascination with this intimacy. 　　Whenever she comes home late or makes some other small mistake, she often makes up for it 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 down, and the bottom was wrinkled and pressed under her thighs. It was a wonderful sight! 　Her even breathing indicated she was in a deep sleep, so tired. I knew she wouldn't wake up. 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 made my way under her pajamas. She slept soundly. Seizing the opportunity, my hand slowly slipped inside until I touched my sleeping mother's thigh. Oh! It was so warm and soft, still shrouded in the hazy pajamas. I couldn't resist the urge to cover my thirsty lips with it. 　　Her breathing was still so gentle and even, so I slowly slipped my entire arm inside her pajamas and caressed her sexy thighs. 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 remove 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 . 　　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 this beautiful moment and pounced on her, inhaling the sandalwood scent of her vulva. It felt like heaven. 　　I gently kissed her soft thighs, moving my lips lightly down to her smooth, bare buttocks, sucking them with ecstasy. Gradually, I became bolder and bolder, brazenly grasping and kneading my dream mother's sexy buttocks. It felt absolutely wonderful! 　　I gently moved my fingers along her cleft to her vulva. I could feel the warmth inside as I slid my fingers southward, gently squeezing. Just as I was about to reach her vulva, she suddenly woke up . I knew that was the end of it for today, so I pretended to be asleep. 　　Without suspicion, she pulled her nightgown tighter 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, allowing her to comfortably 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 the entire process, I maintained an erection with excitement, 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. After work, she broke both her wrists on the stairs, requiring casts, and 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 inner 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, but I think my wounds will heal quickly." 　　Now, my fervent dream was about to come true; I was about to see my mother naked! Although I was extremely excited, I tried my best not to show this joy. 　　My mother had a lot of confidence in my abilities, so 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 this shirt?" 　　I slowly began to unbutton it. As usual, she was wearing blue jeans. She tried to avoid eye contact; she seemed a little uncomfortable. I pulled the unbuttoned shirt off her arm and stared at her.

I gazed at her firm breasts encased in a bra and the delicate cleavage between them.

Mom: "Well, 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 relaxed. Now, help me unbutton and take
off !"

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 began to step into the bathtub, asking me
to help her put her clothes in the closet. She turned her back to me, pressing her cast-covered hand tightly against
the towel .

Mom: "Could you help me unhook 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 unhooked
her bra and was about to take it off.

Mom: "Slow down!"

I could feel her breasts relax
a bit after her bra was removed from under the towel she was holding it down. At this point, I could almost see her bare buttocks. I moved my fingers above her panties
and tried to pull them off. Now, my face was right in front of her alluring buttocks, waiting for her thighs to emerge from her
panties . I tried to slow down the whole process because I wanted to prolong this wonderful moment.

She pulled one leg out as she tried to hide it, but I still caught a glimpse of the slit—what
a beautiful sight! She then pulled out the other leg.

Mom: "Bring the water over! Adjust the temperature." So I did as she asked.

Mom: "Wait outside for a bit. I'll call you when I'm done." With that, she stepped into the bathtub.

I closed the door and stood guard outside, not wanting my mother to suspect anything, diligently completing every task 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 her wrapping a towel around her upper body from under her armpits, and she asked me
to keep it wrapped while wiping her body. While wiping, I focused on feeling
the softness of her body, not spending 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 gave her the clothes, still
wrapped in a towel. I put the panties on the floor, and she walked over and put her feet in, then I helped her pull them
up . When it came to putting on her bra, she turned her back again.

Mother: "Hmm, let me remove the towel." So she dropped the towel, covered her breasts with her arm,
and tried to use one hand to help me smoothly put one side of the bra on. Then she reached out her other hand to help
me put on the other bra, finally managing to lift her arm a little.

"Okay, now you can put them in place."

I tried not to touch her breasts, but that was difficult, so my hand occasionally brushed against
the base of her breasts. She shuddered slightly but said nothing. I then helped her secure one bra, followed by
the other. Next, I unhooked the back of her bra, but standing behind her, I couldn't see anything.
Next I helped her put on her skirt, which she had suggested herself, as she thought pajamas would be inconvenient at night
.

Yes, this was my only chance to have full contact with her. That night, when she needed to go to the bathroom, she
came over and woke me. I stood in front of her and asked if she needed help. After she told me, I
slowly take off her pants. Although I tried not to look during this process, when I noticed her eyes were still closed, I
saw her thick pubic hair and swollen labia, and then I quickly regained my senses.

After she finished using the toilet, I handed her some tissues, wanting to please her and make her feel good. My mother
grabbed my shoulders to help her stand and said, "Give me a few more tissues." So

I stopped imagining her and tore off more tissues. I gently wiped her along the cleft of her buttocks
, and when my fingers brushed against her clitoris, my lower body involuntarily hardened. She shivered at the
same , but she thought I hadn't noticed.

She finished quickly afterward and stood in front of me, and I helped her put her underwear back on.

That night, I stayed with her until she needed me, always at her beck and call.

(To be continued)

Haha. Caught the first one. A good article deserves a heart! Thank you for sharing. The plot is a bit simplistic, too narrative, and the descriptions aren't detailed enough! Looking forward to the next one , hehe.
It's been a long time since I've had a new work; this is one. Regarding this type of subject matter, I genuinely have some good new works; let's work together. The plot is straightforward, and the descriptions of the sex scenes are ordinary and thin. Just supporting the hard work of the person upstairs in posting. The description is good, but it's a pity there's too little; it's only a small part. It's alright, though. There are hardly any good long works these days. What have they all been doing? The psychological portrayal of incest with the mother is truly excellent; that desire coupled with fear is so alluring. I really love this work! Support the author! The psychological portrayal of incest with the mother is so well done; I was so happy at the time. I hope you understand why I was the first to comment. I don't really like this type of story. Father-daughter stories are more acceptable. But thank you for your hard work. I express my gratitude here.

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