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The guilt lay like a rock in my heart; lump in her throat. I thought that I was man enough to try to deny my sins and forget it to go on with the daily affairs of life. But that hasn't been the case. I tried to rationalize my behavior; placing part of the blame on others to make me feel less guilty. I often wonder why we engage in guilty pleasures knowing that guilt is a demon. It is an awful, horrible sensation that eats away at your mind, consuming you if you let it, eventually, leaves you emotionally drained. For several years now, I have been fighting not to let the guilt tear me apart and learn to cherish nothing but pleasurable memories. While I longing to tell my story, I resolved to squirrel away my remorse hoping that you would see it in a different context because even I sometimes feel pleasure outweighs the guilt.

I've been blind-sided by remorse on many favorable and supposedly pleasurable occasion. I am not a pundit to analyze those feeling or to tell the difference between one and another - at least in one occasion that I am going to tell you. 

I grew up in a somewhat normal family, but around the time when the incident that led to my unforgettable memories, my father was away on a UN peace keeping mission. I was a normal guy, despite being underdeveloped for my then age 18. I wish that I can boast being six feet tall, lean and handsome, but the truth was far from it. I must have inherited my maternal grandfather's genes instead of from dad's side to be barely 5'6" with boyish looks. My friends, peers, and girls that I knew accepted me as a nice guy or cool guy, but that wasn't enough to me to be a chick magnet or at least good enough to attract a single girl to go on a date. I often wondered what it would be like to get a hand job, blow job, stick my cock in a girl's wet pussy and so on as imagination new no bounds. But the truth of the matter was that I was desperate to try anything with a woman.

It all started when I came down with the stomach flu. I missed three days of school due diarrhea and vomiting but fortunately got over with it without other complications. One morning I found mom complaining about diarrhea and stomach cramps etc. that I had experienced just a couple of days earlier. Mom got dressed to go to work saying that she could somehow manage but was forced to change her mind when she vomited few times just after her morning coffee.

That afternoon, I remember coming home from school to find mom in the family room, lounged on the couch sideways facing the TV. She had a trash can near and from the first glance at her; I knew there was something really wrong with her. She looked up to meet my eyes as I entered the living room, then immediately sat bringing the trash can to her face, then started vomiting. I watched in dismay as she kept at it. Then she knelt on the floor with her face down to the trash can gagging. Her jaw went slack and a trickle of drool traces slowly down one side of her chin. Her eyes looked completely dead before rolling back as she crumples to the floor in a fit of violent retching and gagging. 

I dropped my backpack to the floor and rushed to help her. Mom looked groggy and disordered, but I managed to bring her to her feet and help her get to the bed before calling the next door neighbor Mrs. Nicholas for help, fearing that mom needs instant care, Mrs. Nicolas immediately took her to the urgent care at the nearby hospital.

Hours later when they returned, Mrs. Nicolas told me that mom had caught the same stomach flu that I had, which without a doubt I knew. The doctor had prescribed her an antibiotic, medicine to stop throwing up and an over the counter flu medication. She further advised me to feed her broth, crackers, and other non-dairy drinks for a day or two till she became better. Mrs. Nicholas stayed until about 9 pm making sure all was well around the house before she left giving me instructions to look after mom.

"I'll be back around 11.00 tomorrow after the meeting at my church. You take good care of your mother." she said as she left. 

Bowl of chicken broth that I gave her took a long time to finish; mom appeared as she regained some of her strength after having some broth and medications. I helped her to the bathroom and then she was able to shower without any assistance. So I left her in her room to rest and went to watch TV for a while before taking a shower myself and getting ready for bed. Then thinking about mom, I went to her room to check on her before hitting the sack myself, upon entering her room; it became apparent that her condition had worsened within the short period since I last tended to her. I found her in bed covered with a blanket, yet shivering as a fish out of the water. She complained about stomach cramps and being very cold. She whine, sob in discomfort turning side to side holding the blanket with her hands as she turned. I knew it was too late to call Mrs. Nicolas, but I had no other option since I didn't have a clue as to what action that I should take.

I dialed Mrs. Nicolas hesitantly and explained mom's condition to her. After listening carefully, she asked me to take mom's temperature and call her back. 

After monitoring mom's body temperature, I called Mrs. Nicolas to report that the reading was nearly 102. She instructed me to remove all covers and blankets from mom and give her the flu medication along with much Seven-Up as she could drink. She asked that I take her temperature again in an hour and call her if it hadn't dropped. I followed her instructions and gave mom her flue medication with Seven-up that she drank holding the glass with her shaky hands.

"Mom, Mrs. Nicolas asked me to take blankets and comforters away till your fever drops down." I said taking covers off her bed.

"You look tied and sleepy. You can go to bed, I will be ok." Mom murmured finishing a sip of liquids. I noticed in her eyes that she was still disoriented by the way her eyes hovered all over the room. 

"I am not sleepy anymore mom, why don't you rest, I'll stay near your room, just in case if you need me." I said not wanting to leave her alone when she was severely ill. Besides, I could think of many occasions that she stood by me when I was sick and tending to her was a tiny return for all that she had done for me.

"If you want, but I am better now. I should take a short nap before I getting ready for work." She insisted and then said "Or you can lay here with me and try to get some sleep, you poor thing" It quickly struck me what Mrs. Nicolas said about high fever and being disoriented when mom mentioned of getting ready for work. 

I was hesitated for a moment looking at mom's eyes to see if she was serious. I hadn't slept with mom as long as I could remember and wasn't even sure if it was a good idea start now.

"Here, come and stay with me." Mom said and slowly moved to the other end slowly, making room for me to lie. Undecidedly, I first sat, and then lied on my back without bothering to look at her. Mom turned to her side trying to get some rest that she badly needed. Few minutes later, I heard her mumbling and then she grumbled about being very cold.

"Hold me please, I am cold..." She begged. How could a son turn down such a request from his loving mom? I rolled towards her and onto her side placing my arm loosely over her waist. Mom mumbled, kept trying to adjust her position to be comfortable and her warm body pressing closer to mine. When she finally settled, I wondered if she realized that her buttocks were firmly pressed against my pajama shorts covered crotch. It made me uneasy, but the sensation of having her soft body against mine felt great and therefore I remained calm hoping to comfort my loving mom.

We I remained in that position for a while. Being tired and sleepy myself, I must have dozed off for a period of time. Then when I was awoken by being hot, uncomfortable and sweaty, I found myself still holding mom, except my hand wasn't where I placed it over her earlier. It was right over mom's breasts and she had her hands over mine to keep it locked in position. To my horror, I also realized that my cock had gotten swollen during my short sleep and the cock-head had emerged from the crotch since the pair of PJ's that I wore that night had a missing button and my cock was resting on mom's thigh. Apparently, mom had adjusted her legs during her sleep or I may have moved closer to her, spooning her. I raised my head and took a peek at mom. I was relieved to see her faster sleep.

I remained frozen not knowing what to do. I didn't want to move much, fearing that mom would wake up, then I feared mom finding me with my shaft rubbing on her upper thigh. In the state of predicament, I suddenly remembered one morning mom coming to my room to wake me up and pulling my sheets to find me with a morning wood. I immediately covered it with both hands. She smiled and said that it was normal for boys my age to become erect in mornings. 

With that thought, I relaxed and let my cock rest on mom's warm and silky thigh. It felt fantastic and my cock had never felt anything like that before. The sensation was no comparison to my own hands. I may also mention that in her mid-thirties, mom was a still beautiful woman. Not very tall, but she was leggy, had a round butt that perfectly matched her breasts that were equally round.

We remained glued to each other, my cock pausing relentlessly on mom's thigh. Keeping my eyes close to acting as I was asleep, I slid a little towards mom and pressed my hips forward, finding a gap between her upper thighs where my cock could slip into for added comfort. No sooner I found my cock-head slipping in, I stopped and waited for a moment to read mom's breathing, then pushed forward slowly. It felt awesome!!! I didn't want the feeling to end, so I waited to persevere the sensation of her warmth and velvetiness. 

Before long my pre-cum started to leak off my cock, flooding between mom's upper thighs. As I pressed my hips gently forward. Moms bent her knees, slid up and her back pushed towards me locking my cock tightly between her cushiony thighs at the same instant, giving me immense pleasure. As I slowly pressed my hips towards her, I feeling the radiation emitted from her hole. Jut the though was enough to get meal fired up and wild. The pleasure was too much for me to bear. Movement of my hips picked up speed without being violent and my balls started to heat preparing to send a large load of cum. 

However hot I was, I knew that I shouldn't shoot my load to make a mess between mom's thighs. I slowed down and fucked to lengthen the outcome while enjoying every split second of my new found sensation. When I reached the point of no return, I quickly, yet reluctantly dislodged from her, rolled off the bed holding my cock. Once I stood up, I grabbed few tissues from the box on nightstand, held them with one hand, stopped to take a good look at where my cock had been and whacked my cock with my other hand. Gawking at mom's pearly thighs and butt that were still exposed below her risen nightdress greatly enhanced my thrill of shooting the load.

After I came, I felt remorseful for what I had done, but it was too late. I grabbed few more tissues and softly cleaned between mom's thighs off my pre-cum and for my relief; she slept through the entire episode. 

Not wanting to wake her up, I placed my hand on her forehead and neck to monitor her temperature and found her body to be warmer than normal, but not ho as running fever. I watched her breathing patterns, her tightly shut eyes and body that was motionless except for the chest that moved with each breath that she took. I became worried even though she was breathing, some strange fear shot through my mind seeing lying motionlessly for the most part. Then it hit me that either she was too tired after vomiting nonstop for a good length of time or the multiple medications that she was prescribed could have been the reason. Taking the medicine bottle that I gave her from the night stand, I read the label, which said two teaspoons every six hours. Then it quickly became apparent that I used the wrong measuring line of the cup and gave her two tablespoons full of it just a couple of hours earlier.

I was worried but at the same time very relived. Even though I unintentionally over drugged her, it may have caused mom to get much needed rest. I took a closer look, leaning over her and saw that her eyes were closed and determined her breathing was very regular, in all appearance she was asleep. Her breasts wavered with each breath she took clearly showing their size beneath her transparent nightdress. My hand reached inside my crotch without deliberating with my brain and squeezed my semi hard cock head. Keeping my eye on mom, my mind began to consider as to what I should do next. I wanted to have a good look at her pearly thighs that led to her most intimate private area very closed to where my cock got wedged during my sleep. 

I knelt by the bed gaze her marvelous thighs adoring them while holding my cock that responded immediately by becoming stiff once again. Part of me wanted to wake her up and give her some more Seven-Up since she had a running fever, yet another part of me rejected the idea. 

At last, I found enough courage, I took the edge of her nightdress and I lifted it slowly above her butt. I studied her legs that were very straight and without any hint of hair on them. Back of her thighs looked so smooth and round and they gleamed in the dim room light as they were carved from ivory. I continued lifting her nightgown until it was around her mid back from the rear and stopped with my heart beating in excitement mixed with adventure. I paused to enjoy the sight of her half naked body and I couldn't see one single thing that I would want to change in her flawless figure. From her long straight legs to her firm juicy delicacies, she was perfection. Her buttocks were very round with good size cheeks and as I stare at her, I began to feel saliva starting to run from the corners of my mouth while my cock was already twitching in my hand.

After debating for few minute, I resolved to lay by her for a bit longer to monitor her fever. I slowly touched between her upper thighs feeling some sticky spots that I missed when I clean her off of my pre-cum earlier. In pure lust, I caressed her thighs, soft ass checks and slowly worked down the crack towards her pussy, part that was visible between her legs. I could feel her soft thigh with the tips of my fingers that sent shock waves throughout my body. As I experienced the sensation of her slick ivory skin, my cock pushed against the crack of her bottom. I knew that she could feel my stiff cock if she wasn't over drugged and being weak from the virus she fought.

I drooled over back of my mom's thighs that were very pale. From my previous encounter, I already experience the sensation of her soft skin produced when I rubbed my cock on her. My cock was now twitching in appreciation to what my eyes witnessed. I knew that I would never get tired of staring at her mind stimulating the body. I could have never imagined that my own mother could so sexy, even when she was so sick and lying in bed.

Very slowly I raised one hand and I gently placed it on the soft, warm flesh of her left breast, I let it remain there very still. As soon as I felt no reaction, I gently lifted her breast and I tried to go estimate its weight. I was surprised to find how hefty it was, at the same time, it felt delightfully licentious to know that I was actually holding and fondling my own mother's breast. I could restrain myself from thrusting my throbbing cock from pushing against her bottom.

My cock traveled between the gap between mom's upper thighs once more and I was so excited when I sensed the heat generated from her pussy panting my cock. I took a deep breath and gently pushed my cock towards the heat source. I wanted to see if mom would react when the head of my cock gently violated her pussy folds, but to my utter delight, she kept breathing normally without making any movements.

Encouraged and being bold, I reached her hole with a finger, I stopped right where I guessed her hole was and waited to see if she would react again, but no signs were seen. Hooking my finger, I pressed forward, I was surprised when I felt that her pussy was somewhat saturated. Perhaps, she dreamed of dad in her feverish state.

I guided my cock to where my finger was, sliding down the bed to get a better angle and pressed forward with my hips slipping between her folds. My cock-head slithered into her warm pussy. Oh...what a feeling! I waited to hold my breath and enjoy the feel of mom's slick pussy walls that ringed around my meat. The sensation was so astonishing, it caused my entire body to shake to the phenomena. I thrust my cock against her, more out of instinct than design.

I pressed forward again inching more and more of my cock into her hole that was so drenched and slimy while caressing her soft thighs gently with my top hand, knowing that I have offered my virginity to my own mom. My cock slid in and out of her hole and my hand wandered on territories that I had never explored before, but I did so tenderly not to cause any unnecessary stirs and commotions. As I kept pushing in and out, I soon noticed that mom was beginning to respond by pressing her lower body toward me each time I gave her a shove and pulled it away, she would push back to meet my cock half way into her precious tunnel, perhaps involuntarily.

Having cum once, I lasted longer, but I soon reached "the point of no return". I knew I would soon empty my sack again. I wanted to withdraw, but kept promising myself to do so after another stroke, and then another before I could prevent the unwanted squirting inside mom's pussy. But instantly I began to flood the deep inside of her cunt, shivering and holding her as I did. The surges of intense pleasure sustained for a long time when my sexual appetite was fulfilled to the rim. I kept pressing inside hearing the soppy sound that her pussy was full of my cum mixed with her own nectar.

Once it was over and my cock began to deflate, I remained motionless still holding mom. Slowly my cock slid out of her pussy followed by thick liquid that we produced together that seeped along her thigh. At that moment, I am still not sure what came over me, I scooted further down pressed my tongue on her thighs and licked every bit of my cum that mixed with her juice eagerly. My tongue reached her hot hole to suck out every drop of syrup before getting off the bed to grab a moist towel to clean the rest. I only left the room after assuring every trace of my sins were erased from everywhere, except my mind.
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