I lay in bed, listening to silence. My door was open, as was the door to her room. I thought I could even hear my mother breathing down the hall. I wanted something to happen, but I was unsure what, and had no idea what to do.
Finally, I heard my mother’s soft voice, calling from her room:
“Sweetie, would you come in here for a minute?”
Without a sound I got up and walked into her room. I held my hands in front of my crotch, to cover where my pajamas were tenting.
“Yes, Mom?”
“It’s kind of weird not having your Dad home, isn’t it?”
Actually, my Dad had always been away on business a lot. It was weirder, in some ways, when he was home. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I just agreed.
My mother nodded. “I know you’re kind of old for it, but would you like to come sleep in my bed tonight? I mean, it would be nice for me to have some company too.”
Without answering, I lifted the covers and slid into the bed, next to my mother. I noticed that she was wearing the same satin chemise she had been wearing last week, and also the same perfume. I was nervous, so I lay in the bed with my back to her. I felt her reach over and start to gently rub my back. Sometimes when we watched TV on the couch, I’d put my head in her lap and she’d rub my back, but this felt very different.
“Have you done anything new with your girlfriend lately?” she asked softly.
“Not really. I tried–” I cut myself off.
“You what, sweetie? It’s okay. You can tell me.”
“Well, I tried to touch her between her legs, but she brushed my hand away, so I stopped.”
I heard the smile in my mother’s voice. “I’m proud of you for being a gentleman about it. And don’t worry. She’s just not ready yet.” My mother moved a little closer. I could feel the heat of her body. Her hands were now starting to rub my sides and occasionally venture around to my chest. When she reached around, I could feel her breasts brush against my back. She spoke again, “Sometimes I think it’s kind of unfair. I mean, boys are ready to do lots of things sexually right away, but girls take a longer time to be ready. But then when girls grow up and get to be my age, they’re as horny as teenage boys. So sometimes teenage boys can’t get what they want, and older women can’t always get what they want.” She paused, letting what she had said sink in. Then she added, “Isn’t that unfair?”
My voice was almost hoarse as I said, “Yes.”
“It’s hot in here. Wouldn’t you like to take your pajama top off?”
I sat up and took it off. I looked down at my mother in the bed beside me. She was looking up at me with longing, vulnerable eyes. How could anyone resist her? I turned toward her and we embraced. She gasped in excitement as we wrapped our bodies around each other. Her hair smelled so sweet, and here face felt so soft next to mine. My cock was rock hard, and pushed desperately against the pajamas and panties that were separating it from her.”Oh, sweetie,” she moaned. “Your skin is so smooth and soft. It’s so sexy.”
“It feels so good to touch you, Mom.”
“Does it? Would you like me to teach you some things? So that you can show your girlfriend when she’s ready?”