It had been a tough divorce. Your Ex got the house and the kids and generous alimony. You felt really low and defeated. Fortunately, mom let you move back into your old room. You told yourself it was temporary. But what with money being short and mom being so understanding, you kinda settled in and time went by. Since dad died, mom had been on her own. She liked having a man to look after again and her cooking was a comfort. So were her hugs when she saw you were feeling bad about yourself and your fucked up life. Forty years old, broke, no family and living in your old room. At first, it felt strange when she saw you were depressed and spontaneously cuddled your head against her breasts which were so soft and cushiony when she wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt. But you gave in to the hugs because it was nice to get sympathy when the world was against you and you felt sorry for yourself. The house was comfortable but not big and sometimes “accidents” would happen. Like the time mom leant over to pour your breakfast coffee and her robe opened and you saw her bare breasts. Poor mom didn't realise what happened but you felt guilty about it for the rest of the day. Or you walked past her open bedroom door when she was standing completely nude at the big mirror brushing her hair. You were embarrassed and apologised as if it were your fault but she laughed and said it was really her who should apologise, an old woman like her being seen like that. You didn't entirely agree even if she was your mom and you weren't supposed to have sexual opinions about her. She still had nice breasts and a nice figure at 65. Everyone said she looked younger. But she was your mom which had to be kept in mind. When you first moved back in, you hadn't felt comfortable about masturbating. Your masturbation had been one of the things your Ex fought with you about. But the old need soon reasserted itself and you'd lie on the bed with Imagefap open on your laptop and play with yourself with no one to stop you now or object or make fun of your weakness. Sometimes, you'd hear your mom moving around the house while you were doing it but you got used to that too. You wondered if she realised you were masturbating because you knew how women pick things up intuitively. If she did, she didn't say anything and you decided it didn't bother you anyway. What she wouldn't know was that you had forbidden thoughts sometimes when you remembered seeing her naked and fantasised about it. The very first time you got off on her, you felt guilty and swore never to do it again. But you did because it felt so good cumming that way. You tried not to but your mind kept coming back to this attractive woman with whom you shared a house. Okay, she was your mother but you were also both adults. It wasn't as if you were still a kid. Why should it be wrong to have the feelings that tormented you? She still treated you like a son but sometimes there was something flirtatious in her manner and there were more and more “accidents”, glimpses down her blouse or up her skirt, her underwear drying in the bathroom, jeans stretched tightly over her butt to show her curves. It was surely innocent on her part but it was happening a lot and the way she spoke to you was more intimate too, not in a come-on way but indicating an extra closeness between you both that was exciting. You'd been so wrapped up in yourself that it had never occurred to you that your mom might be lonely too after 9 years of widowhood and saw you as a man as well as her son. It was a total surprise to you the day she came into the bathroom just as you stepped out of the shower and instead of leaving shut the door behind her. You were standing stark naked and dripping in front of the shower with the towel just out of reach. She reached for the towel and, advancing, began to rub you down. No word was spoken on either side. There was only the towel between her hands and your nude body and then, somehow, the towel was no longer there and her bare hand was gently enclosing your hardening cock.