Mom eventually relaxed and let her hand fall away from my head. I straightened and gazed up at her. She smiled at me, her face a picture of contentment after having been eaten out by her son. I smiled back, proud of myself for my performance.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she said. “That was… it was so good. Better than I imagined.”
I felt myself blush. “You’re welcome.”
I found that I didn’t know what to say. I felt awkward and uncertain, but not in the way I expected. It wasn’t that I regretted anything Mom and I had done, I just wasn’t sure how to proceed. I was horny enough that one of us was going to have to deal with it, but I didn’t know if she was up to that or not. I didn’t want to push too hard and have it backfire on me. Luckily, she solved my problem before I had to.
“Stand up,” she said softly.
I climbed to my feet. Mom reached out and pulled my boxers down. My hard, needy cock pointed at her as begging for attention. She looked up at me.
“It wants some attention too,” I said, pointing out the obvious and hoping it would spur her to action.
Her lips twitched in amusement. “Honey… I think you should take me to bed.”
Competing emotions flashed through me as I tried to figure out what she meant. Either she wanted to go to bed alone, or she wanted me to stay with her. The two possibilities would have very different consequences for me.
“You mean, like-”
“I mean come with me. To bed.” She stood up and stroked my cheek . “I think we both know it’s going to happen sooner or later.”
I couldn’t repress my grin. I took Mom’s hand and gently pulled her along behind me. She followed me without hesitation to her room. I stopped beside her bed and turned toward her.
Before I could speak, her hands went to the bottom of my shirt. She lifted it up and I raised my arms so she could pull it over my head. Removing the last of my clothing left us both naked. She dropped my shirt to the floor and ran a hand over my chest. I looked down between her legs, contemplating my next move.
“Are we going to need, you know, protection?” I asked as the thought occurred to me.
Mom shook her head. “I’m not sure which question you’re asking, but no. Either way, it’s not necessary.”
“Are you sure?”
Mom forced a smile and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat next to her. She took a moment to think about her next words.
“I guess I never actually told you this, but… I can’t have kids. Not since you were born.”
“Oh. That actually kind of explains some things.”
“Mm-hm. Like why you don’t have siblings? Or why I’ve always loved you a little too much?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Basically. I don’t think you would have loved me any less if you had other children, but… maybe I’m a little bit selfish ’cause I like not having to share you.”
She gave me a real smile this time and leaned forward to kiss me. I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently backward, moving with her so that we didn’t have to break the kiss. She ended up on her back with me above her. Her legs were still over the side of the mattress.