About an hour later, Jason lie in darkness in his room. He had eaten and showered. He felt strangely content and warm and cozy. It was as if the powerful release earlier had soothed his very soul.
Things are going to work out, he told himself.
Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. “Come in,” he called out.
His mom entered his room. She seemed to have showered herself. She wore a familiar white cotton nightgown. It was soft and frilly looking. She almost looked like a teenage girl in the light of his nightlight.
She walked in and sat on his bed. When she spoke her voice was soft and gentle and infinitely loving.
“I’m so sorry about how I’ve acted lately, Jason. I’ve been under so much stress. It wasn’t fair I took it out on you sometimes. I want you to know I love you so much. I love you unconditionally, and I’m always so proud of you. Nothing you can do could ever make me stop loving you. I guess that’s all I wanted to say. Good night Jason. You’ll always be my darling perfect baby boy.”
She raised herself from the bed and walked to the door, and opened it. Just before she was about to leave, Jason spoke up. “Mom?” he asked softly.
“Yes?” she answered at the door.
“I love you, Mom. You’re the best.”
“Thanks.” Jason thought he could feel her smile in the darkness. “Good night darling.”
After she’d closed the door, Jason smiled happily to himself, and reached down toward his dick in their pajamas, which was already starting to get hard again.