“I have dated here and there but nothing long term.” She answers honestly. “The last date I went on was with this woman I met at the convenience store.”
“You date women?” I ask shocked. “Are you like…you know.”
“Am I gay? No, I’m not gay. I like men, I had to like at least one man for you to exist. I like both. Get with the times, Steven.”
“I have no problems with it. I just never knew you were into girls. It’s kind of cool.”
“Women are beautiful, hun. Why do you think I watch Pride & Prejudice so much.”
“Looks like we’re both looking at Keira Knightley.”
“The things I’d do for a night with her.”
Now she’s mentioning a scenario where she is the one having sex. This is new territory for us as far as conversations go. My mind can’t help but wander to think about her with a woman. The same lips that kiss me on the cheek have pleased another woman.
“Ew, stop,” I say faking disgust.
“Sex is natural. I’m sure there are no virgins in this room.” She says leaning on my shoulder.
“Yeah, definitely no virgins here…”
“You’re kidding, are you a virgin, hun?”
“Can we not talk about this?”
“Awh, my sweet little virgin son. That’s a shame. If I were your age I’d take you for a spin.”
We spend the rest of the movie talking quietly. We’ve seen this so many times so it’s not something we really need to focus on. It’s fine to talk because we know what is coming next. Her head has been on my shoulder and her hand has been in my lap the whole movie. If her hand went a couple of inches higher she would feel how hard I am. I’m praying she doesn’t accidentally move her hand up any higher. I can’t stop thinking about her “taking me for a spin.” My heart is pounding and I hope she can’t feel or hear it. My body feels all tingly. This isn’t right. I need to push these thoughts away. She’s my mother, my flesh and blood. The woman who gave birth to me. But for some reason that only makes it more exciting. It gets me more excited to think about putting my dick inside the place I was born from. The idea of her creation fucking her drives me crazy inside. But it’s more than that. I genuinely think she is an amazing and beautiful woman. It isn’t just some deranged incest fetish. I think she’s perfect. Anne may have a thing for me but my mother loves me unconditionally. There is no question to her love and nothing I could ever do that would cause her to stop loving me.
Suddenly my mother’s hand slides up for a second and brushes against my hard dick. My worst fear came true. She’s going to think I’m some kind of weird freak that’s getting excited by a mother’s touch. But surprisingly, she doesn’t do anything or even scoot away. She just moved her hand back to where it was on my lap and kisses me on the cheek. My whole body shivers when she does this. She kisses me again on the cheek and I think I’m going to pass out from the excitement. Everything about this situation is thrilling to me. Her hair hanging over my shoulder. Her face resting against me. Feeling her body move slightly as she breathes.
“Alright, I’ll just grab some blankets and sleep on the couch,” I say as the movie ends. “Goodnight, mom.”
“Awh, honey, I’d feel so bad if you slept on the couch.” She says standing up and stretching. “There’s enough room on my bed, I’ll be the big spoon.”
“Are you sure about that, mom?” I ask. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“What’s uncomfortable to me is the thought of you sleeping on this uncomfortable couch when I have a big warm cozy bed with room for two.”
When we get to her room she pulls down her pajama pants and I try my best to keep my eyes up. She’s wearing a black thong that barely covers anything up. I can see the edges of her pussy lips and her entire ass. I can feel myself getting hard all over again. She gets in bed and scoots over to give me room. I pull off my shirt and jeans and get in bed with just a white undershirt and boxers. I lay down on my side facing away from her because I don’t want my hard-on to be seen. Immediately she scoots closer to me and spoons me. Her arms wrap around me and I feel several small kisses on my cheek. I feel so warm and safe during times like these. Her hand is sliding up and down my side and it feels tingly all over when she does this. I feel like I could cum in my boxers just from her doing this. Suddenly her hand slides lower and bumps into my hard dick. She giggles and slides her hand back up.
“I’m sorry, hun,” She says giggling. “I didn’t know it was still so hard. You’re quite gifted, babe.”
“Mom!” I say in my best attempt to fake disgust. “Please don’t talk about that part of me.”
“We’re adults, it’s okay. You have a penis and I have a vagina. Don’t feel ashamed.”
“Mom, I’m going to sleep.”
I’m going to go crazy if she keeps talking to me like this. Now she is mentioning her vagina? This is too much. Is she flirting with me or is she just a very open person? I don’t want to test the waters with this. It’s not like when a female friend is being flirty with you and you can gauge the situation. This is my mother and if I cross a line I can’t go back from there.
“How can you sleep with such a boner?” She asks softly. “You can do what you need to do to take care of that. Pretend I’m not here if you need to or don’t pretend.”
“Mom,” I say. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you can masturbate.”
“You want me to go to the bathroom and masturbate?”
“No, I want you to masturbate right here. I don’t mind.”
“You want me to masturbate?”
“Actually…no.”
“Okay, because that was a little wei-.”
Suddenly I feel her hand reach into my boxers and wrap around my cock. I must be dreaming right now because this is too good to be true. Her hand is so warm and soft. She starts to slowly stroke it which causes me to moan loud.
“Does this feel good, baby?” She whispers into my ear pressing her body into mine. “I just want you to feel good, you deserve to feel good, baby.”
“It feels fantastic, mom,” I say gasping as she strokes me faster. “Are you okay with this? Is this okay?”
“You’re so sweet. Of course, it’s okay. I’m the one grabbing your dick.”
She licks my neck and kisses it gently while she strokes. Her hand is moving at the perfect pace. It’s like she knows exactly what I like and how I want to be touched.
“Rollover and face me.” My mother whispers. “I want to see how good you feel.”
She lets go of my dick and I rollover. I’m looking directly into the eyes of my mother. The most beautiful woman in the world. She is smiling so big and looks the happiest I’ve ever seen her. She kisses me directly on the lips. I’ve kissed girls before but I’ve never felt lips this soft. I can feel the love from these lips. As she’s kissing me I feel her hand wrap around my dick and begin to stroke me again. The kiss and the handjob are almost too much to handle. She is stroking my dick so perfectly. I feel her thumb rubbing the tip of my cock and as she pulls back I feel my cock rubbing against her soft stomach through the boxers. My own mother’s hands. I can’t believe this is happening. I also can’t believe I’m lasting this long. It’s as if my body wants to prolong this experience because who knows if this will happen again. We might regret this when we aren’t horny and are thinking clearer. She’s kissing me so hard. Her tongue pushes past my lips and into my mouth. She moans loudly into my mouth as she strokes my dick fast and then suddenly she stops stroking. An extreme sense of worry comes over me because what if she is disgusted? What if she hates this and regrets it? What if she thinks she’s done something horrible?