I [f19] live with alone with my mother [f40]. It's always been just the two of us at home, so we've always been incredibly close and open with each other.

We were always comfortable talking about our sex lives, dating, masturbation, and things like that. Nothing had ever happened between us, but we were often comfortable getting changed together, seeing each other naked, and even showering together on occasion.

In the last few years, my mother developed a condition which made it more difficult for her to go out regularly. She was still able to live her life normally, just had to use crutches regularly which made going out and meeting new people difficult.

This was one of her main enjoyments, and her main way of finding relationships and people to sleep with. She's always been very sexually open, and missing out on that was difficult for her, and difficult to see.

A few months of this had passed, and the two of us were laying together on the sofa, chatting generally. The issues she was having had been on my mind, so I decided to ask her about if she'd been meeting people. She said not too much, but still able to see her close friends regularly.

I curiously asked how or if she was having sex, I knew her sex life was important to her. She was initially reluctant to tell me, but eventually confessed that her friends sometimes helped her out with sexual favours. I found that surprising, but somewhat exciting to hear about.

Over the course of the next few nights, I asked her a few more questions about these encounters. She said if wasn't as often as she liked, but every few weeks she'd meet up with a friend, or a couple friends, have some drinks and sometimes experiment together, or go a bit further. She talked about how amazing it was and a release for her.

I asked more questions about what she liked, how often they did it, and what she wanted in the future.

She said she had one incredibly close friend, also female. Who, although wasn't lesbian, was willing to help her out. She described she'd touch herself while her friend (who was a masseuse) would massage her boobs or bum. Eventually, as they both became more comfortable, they'd both do it naked, which became very sensual and amazing.

My mum talked about how much she loved those nights, but because of busy schedules and her condition, it was few and far between. This weighed on me heavy the next few days, I didn't like seeing my mum lonely, and the thought crossed my mind that... maybe I could help her in that way? I thought to myself it wouldn't be too weird for me to just give her massages...

I thought on it for a couple days, before I worked up the courage to bring up the idea to her. We were cuddling on the sofa one night, as we often did, and I brought up what she'd told me about her friend. After a short catch up about it, I asked whether she'd like me to help her out in that way too, and that I'd be okay with it if she wanted.

It took her a while to respond, clearly weighing up the idea of being intimate with her daughter. But she asked what I'd be comfortable with doing specifically. I was honestly open minded, and told her I'd be open to doing whatever she wanted from me. She said she'd need a day to think on it, so that evening we just watched a movie, cuddled up, then both went to bed.

The next evening came, and the topic came up again. I asked her if she'd thought on it. She said she had, and she had an idea in mind. She asked if I'd be comfortable just massaging her boobs to start with, and we can see where it goes from there.

I didn't admit this at the time, but the thought of this had been on my mind, and been incredibly exciting to me. The idea of being intimate with my own mother was exciting and intriguing. I told her that I'd of course be happy to do that.

It was initially awkward, she asked if I wanted to do it with her right now, which was surreal, but I said yes with a smile and giggle. She asked if I was okay with her getting topless, I'd seen her topless before, but this was a completely different context. I told her I'd love that.

She slowly removed her top, revealing her large boobs without a bra, and let them bounce free. I will admit I did feel a tingle in my clit, seeing her like that.

She asked if everything was okay so far, which I told her it was, she then guided my hands to gold both her boobs. She told me I could do whatever I was comfortable with.

It was a surreal moment, I can't deny how much it turned me on, I felt wet almost instantly. I started to massage and play with her boobs, and she quickly responded with light moans. We got comfortable together surprisingly quickly, I felt more relaxed to massage deeper, I even started playing with her nipples.

I didn't expect it to go to far the first night, but it was surprising how natural and comfortable this felt. After a few minutes of me playing with her boobs, she asked "do you mind if I?..." she said this while sliding her hand down her tummy, I knew what she meant, and nodded my head.

Seeing her masturbate was divine, I wish she was naked so I could see everything, but maybe that would happen another time. Watching her moan and move her body was so sexy, and so satisfying knowing that I was helping her.

We kept going for a while, she was growing less and less shy each minute, moaning louder, getting wetter. I heard the sounds of her soaking pussy being frantically fingered, knowing she was edging closer.

After a few more minutes, I felt her entire body shudder against me, I was witnessing her orgasm and it was so hot. She moaned loudly, told me she loved me right before her muscles collapsed and she smothered me with a hug. Feeling her boobs against me, having my arms around her bare chest was perfect.

We cuddled in silence for a few minutes, before we both couldn't help but giggle. She thanked me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. After that, we cuddled some more, watched a movie, and went to bed.

I was so excited for the next night.

--thank you for reading! Let me know if you'd like a part two :)