Eventually, we moved into her room, sitting on the bed. She looked at me very seriously and changed the topic. “Can we talk about you getting embarrassed over your erection the other morning? You know you have nothing to be self conscious about, right? It was morning wood, and your body doesn’t know the difference between your mom and any other woman in the bed with you.”
“No, it’s not that,” I began.
“Well…” she interjected, pushing me along.
“I was having a really sexy dream, and I’m kinda pent up the last few weeks. I haven’t gotten laid since I dumped Becky, and I haven’t even been able to jerk off since Dugan got here because I have barely used my room, plus he was so loud and always wanting in the bathroom or asking me something. I haven’t had a moment’s quiet since he got here.”
“Poor baby,” she said as she pulled me into a close hug, and I felt a little uncomfortable stirring in my crotch due to her proximity. “And I’m sorry I teased you. It just felt nice to have a hard dick against me, even if it wasn’t meant for me. I’ll try not to do that in the future.”
“Well, with me sleeping back in my own bed, it shouldn’t be an issue.”
She pulled away, looked down and screwed up her expression a little bit. “Yeah…you know, I knew it was going to be an eventuality. I just really enjoyed cuddling with you.”
“That’s the point, mom, I was enjoying it way too much,” I replied.
“Oh my god… you were more that just hard. You were gonna cum!”
“Yeah, that was the point. I didn’t want to make a mess on your ass.”
“I wouldn’t have taken it personally. Plenty of other guys have done so and wanted to.” Her words had a slight linger, I noticed. She was definitely more buzzed than me, and I was feeling the effects pretty strong.
I just laughed. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“No you aren’t baby. You need to jerk off tonight.” She stood up and started to get ready for bed, which just consisted of her shucking her jeans and pulling off her tank top and bra with her back turned to me, followed by her throwing on an old tee. “Maybe twice. And we need to find you some oral slut.”
“I had one,” I grumbled in reply.
“Oh yeah, we haven’t even had the chance to talk about it. What happened with little Miss Becky?” She said the very last bit with a slight southern drawl, a little mocking, as she hadn’t liked her very much. Truthfully, neither did I, she was sweet and pretty but dumb as all hell. “Why’d you dump her? I thought she was a fun little lay.”
“She was okay. She really loved sucking dick, though. Unfortunately not just mine.”
“Ouch. I’m so sorry, babe,” she replied. I was vaguely aware of her hand on my thigh, warm and gentle on my skin right below the hem of my shorts.
“Me too.” An uncomfortable silence hung for a few seconds.
“Well at least you got your dick sucked, even if she was a shitty lay and cheater!” she shot back cheerfully.
“Yeah…”
“So…what was good about it?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I giggled despite my foul mood. She could always make me laugh.
“She just had a passion for it. Her technique was good, not crazy articulate but she’d deep throat me with ease, and just keep going. She’d suck me until I finished in her mouth, swallow it all, and then pop off and thank me. Then sometimes she’d just keep going until I tried to push her off because I was sensitive, and then she’d work to get me hard again so we could fuck.”