At eighteen years old, I was the man of the house, since Dad was away on a business trip. He was thousands of miles from home and couldn’t cut it short. The trip must have been pretty important.

Mom was thirty-five and in the prime of her life. She was a petite woman, with beautiful shoulder length brunette hair and a little body that would make women half her age jealous.

I had just graduated high school and was staying home for the summer before heading off to college. Dad had asked me to look after Mom while he was gone.

Everything was going well, until she took a really bad fall that resulted in both wrists being badly sprained, leaving both hands pretty much useless.

I was driving her home from the emergency room, and she was pretty out of it due to the pain meds that she’d been given.

Once we were home, I helped her out of the car and into the house. She groggily said, “I need to take a bath and lie down. You’re gonna have to help me, Jimmy.”

I was a little taken aback. “How am I gonna do that, Mom? Your clothes will get wet.” She answered, “You’ll have to strip me ... gotta take a bath. Help me ... Jimmy. Help Momma take a bath...”

I thought to myself, “I have to strip and bathe my own really sexy mother!” I lovingly picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

She was so out of it, I’m not sure she knew what she was asking. I asked her, “Can you stand on your own while I ... take all your clothes off?” All she said was, “Bathe Momma ... baby.”

Okay then, I was gonna get to see my own mother nude. Hell, I’ve had dreams about this ever since I realized that my mother was an incredibly sexy woman. Call me sick, call me perverted, just don’t judge unless you’ve seen her. Virtually every one of my buddies told me they’d love to fuck her. And now, I had to strip her and help her bathe.

It didn’t look like it was going to be too difficult. Being that the weather was warm, she was only wearing a little T-shirt and shorts that seemed to have an elastic waist, along with little sandals. Her breasts were small and perky, so she seldom wore a bra. Her titties seemed to defy gravity, even at thirty-five.

I said, “Mom? Can you stand long enough for me to start filling the tub?” She didn’t answer, so I tried to keep one hand on her while reaching for the spigots. Once the water was started, I stood in front of her and took hold of the hem of her shirt. Not wanting to take too long, I swiftly pulled it up and over her head, then completely off.

My mom’s titties were magnificent! Like I said, they were small, a “B” cup at the most, but they were perfect! Her light brown nipples still sat up high on her tits, and their shape! My god. They reminded me of little ski slopes. They came to sexy little points where her nipples were. Her areolas were maybe the size of a nickel. The nipples themselves were like pencil erasers, and looked painfully hard. I became overwhelmed. I had to take at least one of them into my mouth. After all, she was in a pain med-induced stupor. She’d never remember anyway.

I boldly bent down and captured one between my lips and suckled like a thirsty baby. My Mom let out an extremely sexy little moan, and that made my eight inch cock come to life. I simply couldn’t help myself. I had to suckle the other one. Meanwhile, both my hands had drifted down to caress and fondle her curvy little butt. She responded by quietly moaning again. She shocked me by groggily saying, “Mmmm ... you suckling my pretty little titties, baby? That’s it, suckle your wife’s pretty titties.” Good God! She thinks I’m ... Dad? Hey, I’m a horny, red-blooded teenager, with a half naked woman in my arms. Who am I to correct her? Don’t judge!