[The Final Gift] (Translation) (Part 1)

【Translation】The Last Gift

Original Title: Finally I Had Her 　　Author :
AmericanStrat1 C Translator 　　:
Free 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 that she was so tired and in a deep sleep, and 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 was fast asleep. Seizing this 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 a day. 　　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, okay, 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 my jeans and take them
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 unbutton my bra and then 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, intending to take it off.

"Wait!" Mom said.

I could feel her breasts relax
considerably once the bra was removed from under the towel she was pressing down on. 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, waiting for her thighs to emerge from her
panties . I tried to slow down the whole process, wanting to prolong this beautiful moment.

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

Mom said, "Bring the water over! Adjust the temperature." I did as she asked.

Mom said, "Wait outside for a bit, I'll call you when I'm done." She stepped into the bathtub.

I closed the door and stood guard outside, not wanting my mother to suspect anything, diligently completing everything she
asked to do. I went into my bathroom and masturbated, then waited for the opportunity to wash her
body.

After a while, Mom 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 around her while I wiped her body. While wiping her, 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 gave
her the clothes, still wrapped in the towel. I put the panties on the floor, and she walked over and put her feet in, and then I helped her
pull them up. When it came to putting on her bra, she turned her back again.

Mom: "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 put on one side of the bra. 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, so my hand occasionally brushed against
the base of her breasts. She shuddered slightly but said nothing. I then helped her fasten one bra, followed by
the other. Next, I unbuttoned the back of her bra, but standing behind her, I couldn't see anything.
Next, I helped her put on her skirt, which she suggested herself, as she thought pajamas would be
inconvenient when relieving herself at night.

Yes, this was my only chance to fully touch her. At night, when she wanted to go to the bathroom, 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 take off her pants. Although I tried not to look during this process, when I noticed that her eyes were always closed, I
saw her thick pubic hair and swollen labia. Then I quickly regained my senses.

After she finished relieving herself, I handed her some toilet paper. I wanted to please her and make her feel good. Mom
grabbed my shoulders to steady herself and said, "Give me a few more sheets of toilet paper."

I stopped imagining her and tore off more paper. I gently wiped her along the cleft of her buttocks
, and as my fingers traced her clitoris, my penis involuntarily hardened. She
shivered , but she thought I didn't notice.

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

That night, I slept with her, always available whenever she needed me.

(To be continued)

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