Josh pushed forward until the bulge in his pants was pressed against her.
His mom sighed and hugged him harder. “Part of me is afraid I’m going to wake up and find out this is just a dream. Part of me is sure this is a bad idea. You’re my son!”
“Yeah, it’s weird for me too. Really weird. When we went to our rooms, you know, after, I felt awkward.”
“Oh yeah, me too. I thought I was going to freak out when I was getting dressed, and I thought about just staying there forever. I forced myself to come in here to talk to you.” She paused and then said, “Are we going to be okay? If this is going to ruin us, then we need to stop.”
Josh thought about it for a bit, trying to separate the question from his lust and his desire to see his mom naked again. “I think we’ll be okay. We can put some more rules into place, beyond your one rule.”
The way he said the final two words caught her notice. She pulled back and looked him in the eye. “You’re wondering where the bombshell came from,” she stated.
He nodded.
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and moved back to her chair. Josh missed her warmth immediately.
She sighed and said, “We got messy outside of the shower, and it felt natural to get cleaned up together. When you touched me, it felt good, I started to relax under your hands. I didn’t think we’d go as far as…you know…but I needed to tell you so the boundary was set. I’ve had the rule forever, but in hindsight it’s a great rule for us to have anyways, being mother and son.
“I had a friend who got pregnant at 18, and it caused a bunch of problems for her. Family, school, etc, and then the guy left her. I decided back then I’d only ever have intercourse with someone I was happy to get pregnant by. Your dad is the only person I’ve done it with, and everyone before him knew of the rule. And now you do.”
“You don’t have sex with someone unless it’s for making a baby?”
“Kinda. If I’m okay with getting pregnant by a man, I’ll have sex with him. It’s always a possibility, right? No matter how safe you are. With this rule, I ensure I’m safe, and it makes the act very special, knowing what could result. It’s not like I expected to get pregnant every time I had sex with your dad. He and I were active for years after you were born, but only one pregnancy.”
“Did you want more kids?” Josh was surprised to realize the topic had never come up before.
“I do want more kids. Things are difficult with your dad and I right now, but I am still holding out hope. Anyways, enough about that, it’s between your dad and me. Let’s talk about you and me. We got sidetracked there a bit. We were going to discuss the rules.”
“Rule one, no sex,” he reiterated.
“Rule two, no talking about it outside of the house, and not around your dad.”
“Okay. What about being affectionate? Is that allowed?”
“Affectionate how?” she asked, curious.
Josh felt heat crawl up his neck. The words were reluctant to form. He cleared his throat. “I dunno. Touching. Cuddling. Kissing.”
“You want to kiss me?” she asked, surprised.
The heat spread to his face. “I dunno. Maybe. Just feels like what you do when you’re intimate.”
The word must have not been what she wanted to hear, because his mom’s face went through a few contortions. “Intimate. Yes, I guess it’s an apt word, though I had been avoiding thinking in those terms. Just being silly, I guess.” She searched his face, and then said, “Do you want to kiss me?”
Josh wasn’t sure. He’d kissed his mom many times in his life, but never in the context of intimacy. It might be weird, but he stepped closer to her anyway. She stood up and they met in the middle.
Leaning forward, he went most of the way to her, watching her mouth as he approached. Her lips were together, with a faint sheen of moisture like she’d just licked them. When he stopped with an inch of her, she closed the gap, and their closed lips met.
It was fine. He pulled back and looked at her. “How was that? Did it gross you out?”
She shook her head, a small smile lingering as her eyes flicked around Josh’s face. She reached out and grabbed his hands.
He leaned in again, and the kiss lasted longer this time. He softened his lips, and she responded. He had to take a breath in through his nose, and he got a lungful of her scent. The same scent she’d had for years, but this time it went to his head. Josh pulled her close.
His mom opened her lips, and he felt her tongue slip out to lightly tease his lips. He moaned and responded with his tongue. She tasted good. He opened his mouth wider, and she echoed the move, and they were chasing tongues. She surprised him by capturing his bottom lip in her teeth and tugging playfully before letting him go.
Josh showed his appreciation by stepping close to push his bulge into her middle. She groaned and pushed back. Josh noticed his mom’s mouth was a lot wetter than his own, and he delighted in feeling it on his tongue.
With a final nip at his lips, his mom pulled away, and they stared at each other, breathing hard.
“Kissing is allowed,” she said, cheeks rosy. “But you can’t fuck me.”
There was the rule again. He hadn’t been thinking it, but his cock said otherwise, as it tried to escape his pants. Who was she reminding? He nodded his agreement and smiled. He pulled her in for another kiss.
Eventually, they separated, her stating she had things she wanted to get done. Josh agreed, but only because he needed to jerk off, and she didn’t seem inclined to give him another handjob.
To his surprise, she said, “If you can hold off relieving yourself, I’ll get you off later, before your dad gets home.”
“Not now?” he said, more than a little plaintively.
“If I don’t put my foot down, we’ll never get anything done. Remember, we need to maintain a normal life too. I’ve got some chores and shopping to do. You may like what I come home with, my personal landscaper.”
Curiosity piqued, Josh agreed, and they went their separate ways.
***
Jean was an emotional mess when she left the house. The most passion she’d had in years, and it was with her son instead of her husband. A big part of her loved what they did, but guilt tainted the enjoyment.
The shower, the talk, the kissing, it all fell under the same umbrella of crazy Jean’s life had become in the last few hours. She hadn’t had to think about her rule in over 20 years, and yet the shower was the closest she’d come to breaking it. It wasn’t truly close, she was fully in control, but she hadn’t had to tell anyone about it in so long she almost forgot she had to. A young man like Josh would be fully capable of going all the way without thinking of the consequences, it was up to her to keep it in mind like she had since she was 18.
She was still gooey in her panties from the feel of his cock pressing against her while they were making out in the kitchen. The feel of him against her, pressing, displaying his arousal, had gotten to her head, and she’d had to remind them both of her rule.
Jean drove to the mall intending to buy clothes which would more closely match her new outlook on her comfort and style. Softer, more relaxed fit. Supportive while showing off what she had. She had some other criteria in mind, but time would tell if she would find anything suitable. Chuck was coming home tonight and he’d get a surprise with her new wardrobe – if he even noticed. She was sure Josh would notice.