Straight Male / 37
My 63 year old mom decided to get involved in helping others, charity work, etc., after my dad died a few years ago, in her retirement years. She's a slim, shapely brunette that could easily pass for her mid 40's.
One of her gigs is home care, volunteer, for disabled veterans.
It's a noble thing and I am proud of her.
Last week she needed a ride to the guys home because her car was in the shop. His name is Mark and he lost his legs one below, and one above, the knees in Iraq. That was in 2007 or so. He's 33 now and lives alone in a house built for him to get around easily in his wheelchair.
My mom is always talking about what a sweet guy he is and how sad she feels for him. He's never married. His girlfriend left him after he came home an amputee.
She's got a really big heart. I love her.
So I drop my mom off, meet Mark, and tell her I'll be back in an hour or so, maybe longer, as I had to pick up a part for my truck. She said she was going to clean up a bit, and talk with Mark, and would leave the door open.
I got back, probably only took me 30-45 minutes as the part was waiting at the counter, and it was very quiet when I walked in.
I heard them talking in his room so I walked towards it.
My mom was saying something casually about when my dad was in the army. Mark replied with a few comments and then they started talking about pets they had when they were younger and other small talk.
As I approached I could see the dresser mirror showing them both.
The bed faced the mirror and I stood in the hallway looking at the mirror.
My mom was sitting at the side of the bed and Mark was laying down…â€&brvb ar;..and my mom was casually jerking him off as they chatted.
He was completely naked. Mom had her clothes on. His appeared to be folded neatly and sitting on the dresser.
As if it was nothing, just yanking his cock up and down and rubbing the tip with her thumb, and she says "let me put some more lotion on. My hands are so dry today." and lubes it up and continues beating him off as they talk.
I was too stunned to move.
I just stood and watched.
After a few minutes of this my mom sat closer, leaned over, and began stroking it much faster.
Her other hand was massaging and caressing his balls and legs and it appeared she was just staring at it as they stopped talking.
For a moment I thought my mom was going to start sucking his cock.
Mark groaned and said "It's coming" in a low voice.
"Ooooh! Oooops! that's a lot!" my mom said, and laughed, as he blew a load up almost two feet in the air and she smiled.
Mark must've cum for 10 seconds or so and he spewed a large load all over her hand and his stomach.
"Wow! That was a lot!" my mom said, and giggled, as Mark groaned, sighing and chuckling, and she kept beating him off until it stopped coming and then went soft.
Mark was breathing heavy and he said "Thanks Linda" to her, and touches her arm and stroked it, and my mom replies "You're welcome Mark" in this happy voice as if it's all casual.
She reached for his cock as it laid there and wiped it off with a wet cloth as if it was just another day.
"Should I wipe it all up or do you want a bath today?" she asked, reaching for a wipe for her own hands and, after a short pause he replied "A bath, if you'll do that again in the tub today. What we did last week." and he and my mom chuckled.
"You liked that? So did my husband when we were young too!……&a circ;€¦(pause of several seconds)……So did I Mark. My son will be back soon though. I better not. Maybe next time? When we have more time? And some privacy?" my mom offered and he replied "sure" and she touched his face gently and he held her hand.
My mom leaned over and kissed his forehead lovingly.
I walked back into the foyer quietly and opened and slammed the door perhaps a bit too loudly to let them know I was back.
"Mom!" I called out giving her time to cover him.
I felt ashamed.
"We're in here Chris! I'll be right out. I'm helping Mark change!" my mom answered quickly and I patiently waited in the kitchen.
After several minutes he rolled out with my mom walking behind him.
I could tell they didn't think I suspected anything.
I didn't know whether to be proud or angry with her at first but now I am proud of her. She has a wonderful heart
One of her gigs is home care, volunteer, for disabled veterans.
It's a noble thing and I am proud of her.
Last week she needed a ride to the guys home because her car was in the shop. His name is Mark and he lost his legs one below, and one above, the knees in Iraq. That was in 2007 or so. He's 33 now and lives alone in a house built for him to get around easily in his wheelchair.
My mom is always talking about what a sweet guy he is and how sad she feels for him. He's never married. His girlfriend left him after he came home an amputee.
She's got a really big heart. I love her.
So I drop my mom off, meet Mark, and tell her I'll be back in an hour or so, maybe longer, as I had to pick up a part for my truck. She said she was going to clean up a bit, and talk with Mark, and would leave the door open.
I got back, probably only took me 30-45 minutes as the part was waiting at the counter, and it was very quiet when I walked in.
I heard them talking in his room so I walked towards it.
My mom was saying something casually about when my dad was in the army. Mark replied with a few comments and then they started talking about pets they had when they were younger and other small talk.
As I approached I could see the dresser mirror showing them both.
The bed faced the mirror and I stood in the hallway looking at the mirror.
My mom was sitting at the side of the bed and Mark was laying down…â€&brvb ar;..and my mom was casually jerking him off as they chatted.
He was completely naked. Mom had her clothes on. His appeared to be folded neatly and sitting on the dresser.
As if it was nothing, just yanking his cock up and down and rubbing the tip with her thumb, and she says "let me put some more lotion on. My hands are so dry today." and lubes it up and continues beating him off as they talk.
I was too stunned to move.
I just stood and watched.
After a few minutes of this my mom sat closer, leaned over, and began stroking it much faster.
Her other hand was massaging and caressing his balls and legs and it appeared she was just staring at it as they stopped talking.
For a moment I thought my mom was going to start sucking his cock.
Mark groaned and said "It's coming" in a low voice.
"Ooooh! Oooops! that's a lot!" my mom said, and laughed, as he blew a load up almost two feet in the air and she smiled.
Mark must've cum for 10 seconds or so and he spewed a large load all over her hand and his stomach.
"Wow! That was a lot!" my mom said, and giggled, as Mark groaned, sighing and chuckling, and she kept beating him off until it stopped coming and then went soft.
Mark was breathing heavy and he said "Thanks Linda" to her, and touches her arm and stroked it, and my mom replies "You're welcome Mark" in this happy voice as if it's all casual.
She reached for his cock as it laid there and wiped it off with a wet cloth as if it was just another day.
"Should I wipe it all up or do you want a bath today?" she asked, reaching for a wipe for her own hands and, after a short pause he replied "A bath, if you'll do that again in the tub today. What we did last week." and he and my mom chuckled.
"You liked that? So did my husband when we were young too!……&a circ;€¦(pause of several seconds)……So did I Mark. My son will be back soon though. I better not. Maybe next time? When we have more time? And some privacy?" my mom offered and he replied "sure" and she touched his face gently and he held her hand.
My mom leaned over and kissed his forehead lovingly.
I walked back into the foyer quietly and opened and slammed the door perhaps a bit too loudly to let them know I was back.
"Mom!" I called out giving her time to cover him.
I felt ashamed.
"We're in here Chris! I'll be right out. I'm helping Mark change!" my mom answered quickly and I patiently waited in the kitchen.
After several minutes he rolled out with my mom walking behind him.
I could tell they didn't think I suspected anything.
I didn't know whether to be proud or angry with her at first but now I am proud of her. She has a wonderful heart
