She was looking back over her shoulder and saying something to me – but I had no comprehension of what it was because all the blood had rushed from my cranium and surged directly to my now rock-hard johnson. Mom stood up and took a step back. But her heel caught the corner of one of the remaining boxes, and she stumbled a little backwards to me. I held my ground to help steady her – the end result being that her buttocks came to be planted firmly against my raging, hard-on.
Neither one of us moved. Maybe Mom was still unsure of her footing. And I sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere. Then subtly, she shifted her position so that my downward pointing erection now pressed directly into the crevice between her ass cheeks. Still she didn’t pull away. Instead, I felt her push back against me even more, pressing my erection deeper into her crack. “Wow,” she said at last. “Is that a bottle of water in your pocket – or are you just happy to see me?”
“Um, no Mom. That’s just me. And I’m always happy to see you. Sorry though,” I said sheepishly. I don’t know why I felt the need to apologize – but at least it was something to say.
“Oh, Honey – no need to apologize. It’s fine really. These things happen sometimes.” Neither one of us had broken contact, my dick continued to press into the depths of her ass crack. She continued, “It actually feels… really… good. I haven’t felt a man like this… in such a long time.”
Hearing her say that broke me up a little bit. The realization hit me hard. My Mother was a beautiful, vibrant woman with wants, needs and longings of her own – all of which had been unfulfilled for so long. “Mom,” I stammered, “we could… I could… maybe we could…” I didn’t know what I was trying to say. But I think Mom understood the gist of it. She gently dis-engaged her ass from my erection and turned to look at me with tears welling up in her eyes.
“You are so sweet, my Son,” she said softly. “I’m flattered that I can have such an effect on you. You make me feel very… sexy when we are together.”
“Mom you have no idea what you do to me…”
She cut me off… “I know Baby. Believe me. I know what I do to you. And it’s not fair to you, really, I know. And I’m so sorry honey. It’s just that… one moment, you’re my little boy, my beautiful son… and you always will be. But then the next moment, you’re this gorgeous, total hunk of a man – and I feel so confused sometimes. And – especially lately – I just have these urges… and I don’t know what to do…” Her voice trailed off, her thought left incomplete.
She stepped away seemingly to turn her attention back to the boxes that lined the shelves. Shifting the topic a bit, she asked, “You… are a man now… aren’t you, Honey?”
I knew exactly what she was asking me. “Yes Mom, I am a man – if having sex is what makes a man – a man.”
“I knew you were. You have that kind of self assurance about you. Who was it with… Monique?” She removed a box from the shelf and was poking through the contents absentmindedly.
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