“If you want, but I am better now. I should take a short nap before I getting ready for work.” She insisted and then said “Or you can lay here with me and try to get some sleep, you poor thing” It quickly struck me what Mrs. Nicolas said about high fever and being disoriented when mom mentioned of getting ready for work.
I was hesitated for a moment looking at mom’s eyes to see if she was serious. I hadn’t slept with mom as long as I could remember and wasn’t even sure if it was a good idea start now.
“Here, come and stay with me.” Mom said and slowly moved to the other end slowly, making room for me to lie. Undecidedly, I first sat, and then lied on my back without bothering to look at her. Mom turned to her side trying to get some rest that she badly needed. Few minutes later, I heard her mumbling and then she grumbled about being very cold.
“Hold me please, I am cold…” She begged. How could a son turn down such a request from his loving mom? I rolled towards her and onto her side placing my arm loosely over her waist. Mom mumbled, kept trying to adjust her position to be comfortable and her warm body pressing closer to mine. When she finally settled, I wondered if she realized that her buttocks were firmly pressed against my pajama shorts covered crotch. It made me uneasy, but the sensation of having her soft body against mine felt great and therefore I remained calm hoping to comfort my loving mom.
We I remained in that position for a while. Being tired and sleepy myself, I must have dozed off for a period of time. Then when I was awoken by being hot, uncomfortable and sweaty, I found myself still holding mom, except my hand wasn’t where I placed it over her earlier. It was right over mom’s breasts and she had her hands over mine to keep it locked in position. To my horror, I also realized that my cock had gotten swollen during my short sleep and the cock-head had emerged from the crotch since the pair of PJ’s that I wore that night had a missing button and my cock was resting on mom’s thigh. Apparently, mom had adjusted her legs during her sleep or I may have moved closer to her, spooning her. I raised my head and took a peek at mom. I was relieved to see her faster sleep.
I remained frozen not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to move much, fearing that mom would wake up, then I feared mom finding me with my shaft rubbing on her upper thigh. In the state of predicament, I suddenly remembered one morning mom coming to my room to wake me up and pulling my sheets to find me with a morning wood. I immediately covered it with both hands. She smiled and said that it was normal for boys my age to become erect in mornings.
With that thought, I relaxed and let my cock rest on mom’s warm and silky thigh. It felt fantastic and my cock had never felt anything like that before. The sensation was no comparison to my own hands. I may also mention that in her mid-thirties, mom was a still beautiful woman. Not very tall, but she was leggy, had a round butt that perfectly matched her breasts that were equally round.
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