His dad was a putz, he decided.
Sometime after his parents went to bed, he did as well, and just as he was about to drift off to sleep he was woken by a sound. It was light but grew louder, and he soon identified it as tapping at his door.
“Yes?” he said, quietly.
His door opened, and his mom ducked into his room, closing and locking the door behind her. She was wearing a robe which came down to her ankles but Josh’s heart thumped at seeing her in his room.
“Ssshh,” she shushed, motioning for him to keep quiet.
He nodded and watched as she approached his bed and stood next to it, looking down at him.
“I couldn’t sleep and thought a cuddle would relax me. Can I stay here with you for a bit?”
Seeing her pretty face, hair down around her shoulders, had him thinking of earlier in her bed, but felt like asking for another blowjob would be pushing his luck. Wordlessly, Josh scooched over on his mattress to make room for her to lay down next to him. He lifted his blanket in invitation.
She smiled and untied the belt of her robe, pulling it open. Josh felt his mouth drop open when she revealed she was naked under it. She let the robe fall to the floor, and stood for a second, as he admired her. He took full advantage, starting at her sexy legs, up to her childbearing hips which narrowed to her waist, and then up to her chest, with her impressive breasts. Her nipples jutted out from their upper slopes, berries the size of gumdrops.
Josh felt himself harden in his underwear as he took her in. She lay down next to him, and he drew his blanket over her, cuddling up next to her. His naked chest against hers, his arm over her stomach, his legs pressed up against hers. Unable to resist, he cupped her breast, and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly, tonguing the tip of it.
His mom inhaled sharply at the contact and then sighed, running her fingers through his hair. “You haven’t done that in years. I don’t have any milk for you.”
Josh sucked again, harder, producing another sharp intake of breath. She’d never mentioned breastfeeding him before. Curiosity got the better of him, and he let her nipple go. “How long did I breastfeed for?” He dipped for another suckle while she answered.
“Just over a year. You loved it, could never get enough. It was hard to wean you, but at the time I was hoping to get pregnant again.”
“So I was prematurely weaned?”
She smiled and said, “No, a year is normal. You just didn’t agree.”
Josh looked down at her chest and grinned. “I can see why. They’re magnificent.”
“You think so? Your dad never really paid much attention to them, he was focused on other stuff. Some guys at my work made some inappropriate comments during the period I was feeding you, so when you were weaned I started wearing my old style of bras. The comments stopped when there was nothing to comment on.”
“Mom, you are gorgeous and sexy. I’m sorry you had to go through that, but I’m happy to be here with you now.” He dipped for another go at her breast.
“You have me in your bed, naked, and you’re just going to play with my boobs?” she teased.
Josh wanted nothing more than to make love to the goddess in his bed, but she had her rule, and he was nervous about his first time. He didn’t even try. Instead, he started to touch and caress her all over, taking advantage of having full access.
He didn’t have enough hands. He wanted to fondle her breasts more. He wanted to run his fingers along her legs. He wanted to trace around her belly. He wanted to kiss her for hours.
***
Jean lay next to her son, feeling his hands roam over her. She was wet, she knew, and it was only a matter of time before he knew it as well. Her inner sheath clenched involuntarily each time he got close to her pussy. Her labia were swollen with desire and need, her clit humming with anticipation of his touch.
Despite already having had his finger inside of her, he seemed hesitant to go there, so she grabbed his hand, stopping the tracing of her belly. She looked at him, and he looked back, as she led his hand to her vulva. She nodded at him to continue when she felt his finger dip between her lips. When he glanced across her clit, she opened her mouth in a silent cry. Guiding his finger back to her button, she showed him where it was, and how to rub it.
He did, a look of wonder on his face as he saw her react. React she did, as she had been looking forward to being with him all night.
Josh was amazed at how his mother’s entire body tensed up as he rubbed his fingers across the little nub she’d shown him. She writhed on the bed next to him, her sensual hourglass figure creating art with her movement. He sat up next to her, throwing the blanket off, and put his other hand to work, hunting and finding her opening as he had in the shower. Pushing one finger into her slowly, while still rubbing her clit, he watched his mother come.
Jean whispered her excitement quietly to his room, her entire body tightening as the waves of release washed over her. One hand pulled at a nipple, gripping the bud and pulling it. Her other hand was touching her son’s leg, trying to show she was thinking of him even when coming.
His job done, Josh lay down next to her again, cuddling up close as she calmed down. He kissed around her breast, occasionally pulling her nipple into his lips.
Jean had needed the release. She’d been pent up from the blowjob earlier, and then had to negotiate the evening only allowing an innocuous touch or word to show desire. Josh had been quite adept at it, and each time he did, she’d felt closer to him than ever. Now laying in his bed, bodies close, Jean knew there was only one way to be closer to him.
“Are you still wearing underwear?” she asked, even though she was sure he was.
He nodded against her breast.
“Take them off.”
Movement below followed her words, and then she felt a hot bar of steel against her leg, only inches from her pussy. She felt a twang of need in her core. Her brain rationalized: her rule was a smart one. A necessary one, to prevent what couldn’t be undone. Her heart begged: she wanted him inside of her.