I decided to help her: “Come in, mom.”
She walked straight in as if my command was to be followed exactly. I raised myself onto my elbows, my legs still spread somewhat and my dick as hard as it had ever been. She came to the foot of my bed and faced me as if she was going to tell me something. She was so lost that she couldn’t think of anything to say. She only stuttered as she stared right onto the head of my throbbing cock.
I knew she was going to bolt and I prepared myself to stop her. Before she could turn to run, I had jumped off the bed and extended my arm to stop her. She ran right into it as I grabbed her by her waist.
“Don’t go, mom,” I said softly as her breast pressed into my shoulder. The force of her bolting body pushed me a little back and as I tried to catch my balance, I found myself pressed against her. Her right breast on my arm, her left breast on my shoulder, left half of her stomach against left half of my stomach, her left thigh pressed into my left thigh and my cock pressing the side of her leg.
“Don’t go, mom,” I said again, as she tried to pull away and pass me by on the side. I moved quickly to put myself in her way, face to face, if possible. She stopped before the tip of my cock could press into her belly. I quickly moved forward and put my arms around her as I pressed my dick between her thighs. She couldn’t move out of my arms but she shifted her midsection to keep my dick from getting onto her pussy. As a result she pushed it to the side and pressed it backwards, almost perpendicular to my body.
“I have to go,” she whispered. “I know what you are trying to do, but I have to go.”
She was hurting my cock so I had to release her anyways.
I could have run after her but I decided not to. I knew she was embarrassed and I felt I should do something to help her deal with it, but I chose to do nothing. She had to face this situation by herself and I knew it was going to be interesting to see what she would do next.
I showered and dressed. Once I was fully clothed and ready to go out, I found her waiting outside my door. She followed me as I backed in and sat on the edge of my freshly made bed. She closed the door behind her and then leaned into it for support.
I waited for her to say something as I looked straight at her.
Her eyes were lowered to the floor and after a long pause, she looked at me, into my eyes and said: “I don’t know what to say.”
I thought for a while, actually I waited for her to say something else but nothing came, so I decided to help her out of the situation by saying: “You don’t have to say anything, mom.”
“I think I do,” She looked at me very seriously. “The least I can say is that I am sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, mom. If anything, don’t be sorry.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to be sorry.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“That I don’t know. But you don’t have to be sorry, that I do know.”
“Son, I was being a voyeur. I was looking at your nakedness with thoughts so unbecoming of a mother that I have to be sorry. I AM sorry.”