In my state of indecision, we stayed like that for a while. His penis was really hard, I mean it was so hard that I thought he had a steel pole in his pants. It felt very strong against my softness and the feeling stayed with me long after I let go of him. He ate his breakfast and went somewhere as I busied myself with things around the house. I tried very hard to get the feelings out of my skin but throughout the day I felt his penis constantly pressing into me. I tried to shake the thought from my head but nothing doing. At one time I even went to my bedroom and tried to massage the feelings off. Instead I duplicated them from my privates to my hand. Now I was feeling his hardness both between my legs and on my hand.
One problem though, I really didn’t want to lose the feelings. His hardness had felt kind of nice and the feelings that it left behind were exciting. The fact that we had touched involuntarily made it all the better. I had experienced my son’s erection without either one of us doing it for sexual reasons, and it had felt good. The circumference of the area where he had pressed grew as the day passed and by the time night came, the feeling had spread to my entire body. I could feel his penis pressing all over me.
I failed to hold on to the feelings during the night, though. I lost them during my sleep.
The next morning when I hugged him, he didn’t need to squirm that much. His erection was not there, for whatever reason. He had resigned to my overt affection and let me hug him as much as I wanted. This time I hugged him longer than I had intended to but failed to get his erection to come in contact with any part of my body.
The same went for the following morning. I hugged him to my heart’s content but I didn’t feel any erection pressing into me. I even changed my position and my angle a few times, nothing. I hugged him some more during the day but again, no dice. He had found a way to conceal it from me, and for some reason I felt disappointed. I realized that may be he did something during his shower to get rid of his erection and if I wanted to feel it again, I had to catch him before he went to the bathroom.
The next morning I was in front of his door as he came out of his room. He was still half asleep, wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms as I wrapped my arms around him. He struggled to make sense out of what I was doing but I was duly rewarded for my effort. His fully erect, hard as a rock cock pressed between my thighs as I pressed myself into him as far as I could.
“Mom,” he protested.
“Don’t mom me, young man. I had a nightmare and I just had to come and hug you as soon as I could.”
He seemed a bit upset. “Mom, I am not a little boy any more. This kind of, sort of…”
I responded curtly, “You are my little boy and you’ll always be my little boy, so knock of the kind of, sort of, talk.”
“I can’t mom.” He said with some resignation in his voice. “There are a few things different about me and I feel uncomfortable at such close physical contact between us.”