But in an instant, that changed.
Mark hugged me and whispered “thanks” in my ear, with his hands on each of my ass cheeks. He pulled me closer. “I appreciate your care, mother.” We were crotch to crotch, and I could feel his appreciation and while I lingered there a bit too long, I did pull away.
“Mark,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “That’s not something we should be doing?”
“Hugging?”
“Hugging LIKE that, Mark. Your hands…and pulling me in…I mean, really.”
“I am sorry, mom. I wasn’t thinking.”
I wanted to say that his penis was doing the thinking for him, but I didn’t. I was standing there in shock, but I also knew my pussy was wet. My son’s hard cock pressed up against me, with his hands on my ass, had aroused me, and at the moment I didn’t know what to make of that.
We ate together like nothing happened, and he helped me clean up. We talked about normal stuff – his job hunting and a date he was going on this weekend. I talked about my new job and how I landed a nice contract on my first day out. It was our usual mom and son conversation, except that I was wearing what I was wearing and not paying much attention to how the robe had opened again.
We decided to watch a show or two before hitting the sack. We sat side by side on the sofa watching reruns of Seinfeld, laughing at the antics of George and Jerry. At one point we were laughing so hard, Mark placed his hand on my thigh one of my breasts slipped out of my bra.
We looked at each other, both of us not sure what was happening or what to do about it.
I fumbled to get my breast re-covered and he took his hand away and that was that. I was flustered and I am sure he knew it. “I am tired, Mark. I should go to bed.’
“Me, too,” he nodded. “I think I will shower first.”
“Okay,” I chimed. “I prefer to…”
“Shower in the morning, I know, mom.”
That night was a tough one. I eventually fell asleep, but I figure it took a good hour because all I think about was touching myself, but I didn’t. I just laid there, aware that my pussy was wet and pulsing and wondering if Mark was having the same feelings. God, I thought, what have I done?
Thankfully, Mark slept in and I was out the door before having to face him. Feeling like I had lost control over my senses, I dressed conservatively for work, a black skirt, button down white blouse and black jacket. I did wear nylons and garters, but I always did that, had for years. I had several calls to make today and sat my desk planning out my strategy with each customer. But I must admit I was having a hard time concentrating on work. My thoughts kept returning to my evening with Mark.
He had clearly seen and enjoyed looking at my bare breast and there was that hugging incident and his hard cock pressed up against my wet pussy. It was the oddest feeling. I was simultaneously ashamed and aroused, with the latter seeming to be more prominent, as I could feel dampness in my panties.
I looked up and saw my boss, George, standing in the doorway.
“How long have you been there?”
“A few moments. You looked like you were deep in thought.”