Touching my mom while she sleeps

Hello, my name is Pedro José, I’m 25 years old, and I live in Mexico in a rather hot city, since I live in the southeast of the country on the beautiful beaches of Quintana Roo. The story I’m going to tell you is about my mother, María, a story that, although it may seem unbelievable, is very true. But before going into detail, I’d like to tell you a little about myself and my mother. She’s married to my father, Víctor, with whom she has problems, and I have a younger brother, Manuel, who is 7 years old. And of course, my mother and I all live in the same house. My mother is very loving, like any mother. She always makes us breakfast and treats us very well, always making sure we’re okay. My house is small; we call it an Infonavit house. It has a living room, kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small patio.

Maria is a beautiful woman. She has light brown hair, full lips, and she’s neither chubby nor thin; I’d say she’s rather curvy. She’s 41 years old, with long, wavy, shoulder-length hair and enormous eyes. And what can I say about her huge breasts that I love? They measure 1.50 meters in bust size. I know this because I go with her to get my clothes tailored, and her bra size is 36C. As you can see, they’re large. And her buttocks, even with her fuller figure, look delicious, since she teaches dance classes to the mothers at the school.

My story is almost always about family problems. My mom argues with my dad about the messages they receive, and the truth is, they’ve had problems for a while now. I think it’s because the spark fades over time. The wonderful thing about technology is that now you find out everything without them even noticing. I won’t lie, I know a little about computers, but not much. I do know some things; I taught my mom how to use her phone and set it up for her, so I know her passwords and all that.

The day my dad and mom had a fight, although it wasn’t serious, he was traveling because he’s a refrigeration technician and had to go to another town to maintain equipment at hotels there. So I stayed with my mom and my little brother, who isn’t bothered by playing video games. He’s happy and quiet and usually falls asleep after 10 pm. That night, at least here in Mexico, most families bathe before going to sleep. That’s what we do at home. I hadn’t bathed yet, but my brother was already bathed and ready for bed since we were going out the next day. We do that on Saturdays. We were going to see a video game he had promised us. I was watching TV with my brother when I heard my mom say, “Pedro, I’m going to take a bath,” and that I should be ready in case someone called. I answered yes and continued watching TV as usual. After a while, I heard her call to me since the bathroom is right next to my room. I went over and asked her what she needed, and she said, “Check if there’s any water left in the tank. I’m using soap on my face and hair.” To do this, I’d have to go out to the patio,climb through the small window in the bathroom. There’s a sink downstairs, so it’s easy to climb from the sink to the window and from there to the roof. I replied that I would do it shortly. At that time, I didn’t see my mother with lust, but rather as the woman I love so much. But when I went out to the patio and saw that it was dark and only the bathroom light was on, as I climbed up, I could clearly see inside the bathroom, and there was my mother. I could see her naked, her back to me, looking at the shower. I saw her buttocks, those delicious buttocks. Seeing them sent a shiver through my body, and my legs started to tremble. I never imagined my mother had a body like that. Seeing her naked, her buttocks were lighter than her skin. What one could see, which were her arms and face, were clear and very beautiful, large, and I won’t say they looked like those of a young man, but the truth is they didn’t look like those of a lady of that age, they looked very good, and for that reason I stared for a few seconds and when I reacted I quickly climbed onto the roof and saw that indeed the tank was empty and I shouted to her;
Yes, mom, the tank is empty.
She replied, “Don’t be mean, please pass me the bucket that’s outside.”

Since we always had buckets full, when I went downstairs I saw my mom pulling back the curtain, grabbing a towel, and covering herself, revealing part of her breasts. It excited me even more. I caught a glimpse of a dark, large, but firm breast, I suppose because of the cold. Without further ado, I hurried to the door and knocked. She said, “Come in and leave it at the entrance, please.” I grabbed it and said, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll put it in the shower now, just cover yourself.” She said, “Thanks, son.” When I went in, I could see her underwear, which she had taken off, in the laundry basket, and the pajamas she was going to wear. But I didn’t see any other underwear, or clothes she was going to put on instead of what she had already worn. So I put the bucket in, and she was covered. I couldn’t see any more and I left.

Thinking about my room, I stopped paying attention to the television and waited to see my mother come out of the bathroom since I was going to follow. Then I noticed that my brother was asleep, and my mother came out and told me to go take a shower, that she had left me some water. I saw her go hang the towel outside, and since the patio faces the kitchen, I approached her casually to ask her something. She told me that she was going to make some tea because her head hurt and that she would take a sleeping pill because she wanted to be refreshed tomorrow and would drink her orange tea (she sometimes had migraines, poor thing). I clearly noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra; she was wearing a cotton nightgown and shorts. That’s why I hadn’t seen any other underwear in the bathroom, so I assumed that the ones she had been wearing were in the bathroom.

Without further ado, I went to take a shower, and when I entered, I closed the door and saw that, sure enough, there were her panties and bra wrapped in the blouse I instinctively wore. I picked up the brown bra and stared at it until I smelled it. It had a faint scent of her perfume and was large. I put the bra down; my penis was about to burst, so I left it there and looked at the panties, which were somewhat large, gray, and lacy. I stared at them for a while and saw the part where my mother’s vagina was, those lips I longed to see. I brought them close and smelled her scent, a woman’s scent, a scent that excited me so much that even a touch of my own would make me ejaculate. I smelled it again and again and started masturbating. I quickly came and wiped myself with that little cloth that smelled like her vulva, leaving my semen there. I put everything away, took a shower, and got out.