Without thinking, I put my hand on her and started stroking her back. Because she was on her side facing the TV, it was easier to stroke her further down, so my hand soon found itself resting on her hip. Moments later, it moved again. I didn’t even realize that I was touching my mother’s round bottom, but that’s what I was doing.
One of mom’s hands was on the top of my thigh. At first, it just seemed to rest there, but then I noticed that it was moving. Stroking. Touching. Mom had her head in my lap, the back of her head nudged up against my stomach. Then her hand moved.
“Men… I love men – they’re so hot… sooo hot…” she mumbled.
Her hand definitely moved, right? I could feel it nudging my lap. The middle part. The between my legs part. I swallowed, not sure what to make of what was happening.
“Mmm… mmhm…”
She kept mumbling while stroking my thigh with her hand, occasionally touching me between my legs. What was going on? Stroking me once may have been accidental, but the hand wasn’t going away… Was she actually touching me down there? On purpose? My heart started beating faster. My pants started getting tighter and tighter as my member hardened. She was definitely touching it now. I felt her hand on my lap, kneading at that hard spot and causing it to stiffen more and more until I had a big bulge down there under my mother’s hand.
“Uhm… mom…?” I whispered.
She didn’t respond. She just lay there, breathing softly as if she was sleeping, but also stroking my manhood actively with her hand. I swallowed heavily. What was I going to do? What could I do? Mom was effectively lying on top of me, resting her head on my thigh, so I couldn’t just stand up, could I?
I tried nudging her slightly, stroking across her hip and back to see if she was awake. She moaned sleepily, but didn’t stop touching. The feeling started to overtake me. No woman had actually touched me down there before. It was really good. I was torn between wanting to sneak away and wanting her to continue.
As the superheroes on the screen were battling away in all their glory, mom took it further. Nimbly and without warning, she snuck her hand down the inside my pants and started touching me directly. My cock twitched as her fingers stroked across it, jolting again and again when her hand closed around the shaft. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Mom was actually stroking my naked cock underneath my clothes.
Then she went even further. With a surprisingly quick motion, she opened my zipper and let my pounding erection out of its cloth cage. Earlier in the evening, she hadn’t even been able to unlock a door, but now her fingers nimbly fished out my virgin cock and held it up right in front of her face. Before I had time to reflect on the implications of events, it was inside my mother’s mouth.
The sensation was incredible. Warm, soft, wet… all at once. Being uncircumcised, the head of my cock was insanely sensitive. Her hand pulled at my flesh until the swollen head was revealed, and as soon as it registered my mother’s wet tongue, millions of nerve signals were sent right to my spinal cord, causing muscles all over my body to jerk uncontrollably. I started breathing faster and faster. My pulse was going crazy.