Once I was down to my boxers I climbed into the other side of Mom’s bed. I shifted closer to her and once again felt her arms encircle me.
“Roll over, sweetie,” she whispered.
“Okay.”
I turned so that my back was to her and her naked breasts pressed against my bare skin. She hugged me to her and gently kissed my shoulder. I was too horny to stay still for long, but I didn’t know how to communicate the problem. Mom’s hand brushed against my cock, making me jump at the sudden, unexpected contact. Her fingers maneuvered delicately around the tent in my boxers. I didn’t know exactly what she was up to, but her intent was clear.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“It’s okay, Mom.”
“It really isn’t.” Her hand slipped into my boxers and grasped my hard shaft. I felt her breath on my neck as she moved her lips closer to my ear. “I shouldn’t have let this happen.”
“I’m old enough to make decisions for myself.”
“Not this kind of decision. This isn’t one I should ever let you make. I’m supposed to be more responsible than this.”
She pulled my cock out of my boxers and stroked it slowly. She had taken me in a light grip, so physically it wasn’t doing much for me. Mentally, however, she was causing a whirlwind of confusing and conflicting thoughts inside me.
Mom was right, we really shouldn’t have been doing this. I recognized that fact intellectually, but emotionally I felt something very different. She’d always had the ability to make me feel good. There had never been anything sexual about it in the past, but I’d changed that. I didn’t regret my choice. We both needed this, but had been unable to admit it even to ourselves.
Mom’s grip tightened on my cock. Her mostly-naked body pressed against mine, and she buried her face between my neck and shoulder. Her breath was hot on my skin. I groaned involuntarily at the sudden increase in contact and stimulation.
“Oh god,” I breathed.
I felt so good. Mom obviously knew what she was doing. She seemed able to read the way my body reacted and adjust her hand’s movements accordingly. Along with the feeling of her bare skin against mine, it made the experience far better than jerking myself off.
Suddenly she stopped. She pulled her hand away and rolled onto her back. I waited a couple seconds, then turned to face her. I wasn’t sure what had happened.
“I can’t do this,” Mom said.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You mean aside from the obvious?”
Mom tried to smile, but the expression was humourless and it vanished as quickly as it appeared. All at once the regret and guilt that I should have been feeling the whole time flooded over me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I never should have started anything. I shouldn’t have… I don’t know. I don’t even know what I was thinking. It was so stupid.”
“No, honey. Don’t say that.” Mom reached out and stroked my hair. “It’s not your fault. We wouldn’t have ended up here if I didn’t want to.”
“Well… maybe. But-”
“Listen. You were right. There is something between us that we didn’t want to think about, or talk about. Maybe this was inevitable, the way things have been going. Who knows. Maybe I should have dated more. Maybe you should have.” She shrugged. “I’ve always loved you a little too much for my own good, and now it’s caught up with us.”
