She ignored me and slid in beside me on the soft leather couch and placed her head against my shoulder. Her hand moved up to caress my T-shirt clad chest. The involuntary shudder came. Her hand paused momentarily and then continued slowly, almost unsurely. “Are you sure that everything is ok? You’ve been a little preoccupied of late,” she observed with concern. “Is it a girl problem?”
“No, I just can’t sleep,” I lied. “You should get some sleep so that you aren’t a zombie at work tomorrow.”
“Wow, how out of it are you? Tomorrow is Saturday” She chided me. “If you aren’t going back to bed I will lie here with you”.
With that said she pulled her legs up onto the three-seater and rested her head in my lap as she watched the TV. I rested my hand on the bare skin of her shoulder and gently caressed her. While she watched the tube I took in her beautiful form. The silk gown clung to her narrow waste and fluted over the curve of her hip to where it was pulled tight around her shapely bottom. The gown had bunched up just above her knees with her slender but toned carves revealed by the light of the TV.
Her head moved in my lap as she tried to get comfortable and her warm hand rested on my bare knee. I became aware suddenly that my body was beginning to respond to her presence and her touch. My condition wasn’t aided by the light warm breath that was caressing my left thigh as she intently watched the TV. I grew rapidly, pressing firmly against the satin of my boxer shorts as I anxiously tried to will my tumescence to abate.
To my horror, the head of my growing erection poked through the fly of my boxers and rested against the soft hair of my mother’s head. I tried desperately to work out a way to pack myself away without bringing my situation to my mother’s attention. With no answer forthcoming I sat there with the lured scene of my exposed cock lightly resting against my mother. I tried to shift a little to give me the room that I needed to cram my aching hard on back into my shorts. As I did, Mum moved slightly to assist and her head pressed more firmly into my cock. She stopped moving instantly and she turned around to find herself face to face with my manhood.
My mother’s presence had willed my cock to its full thick 7 inches and it throbbed with the beat of my heart, which was currently running like a freight train. I shrank somewhere into myself under her gaze and suddenly wished that I could crawl away somewhere and die. She didn’t say anything for the longest time, but sat there mere inches away from dick and stared at it in apparent shock.
“Did I do this, Jason?” She asked shakily.
“I’m so sorry Mum,” I barely croaked in response, my voice course like sandpaper.
Her gaze left my penis and locked onto my eyes as she said softly, almost imperceptibly, “you didn’t answer my question”.
I couldn’t answer her. My lips didn’t work. I was paralyzed with fear, fear of hurting her, fear of damaging the most precious relationship that I held, fear of laying bear the shameful truth that I was madly and deeply in love with my mother.