I don't know how old I actually was when it started, maybe seven or eight, but my mother used to make me help her to get dressed in the morning. It wasn't like she couldn't do it. She just wanted me to. And don't ask me why I didn't protest when all of this was going on. I suppose that I didn't want to get my mother into any kind of trouble with my father, and most likely, deep down, I really enjoyed what she was doing to me.

It started off pretty innocently. I remember her calling me into her bedroom one day after my father had gone to work and asking me to zipper up the back of her dress. After a while she started to have me do more. She started to have me do the hooks on her bra, and then I was doing the clasps for her stockings. As I got older it finally got to the point where she would make me dry her after she took her morning shower and then totally dress her.

When puberty started to hit my body, my mom would make me take my hard cock out of my pants so she could hold it in her hand and squeeze it. Sometimes she would put it in her mouth or rub it against her pussy. She kept this up until one day I came in her hand. After that she said that she could dress herself.

I don't hate my mom for what she did to me. Actually, I'm kind of glad that she did what she did. Looking back on it, it was a lot of fun, and I was kind of sad when it all stopped. If I had the guts, I'd ask my mom to have sex with me, but I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do.