I nodded, unable to say more now. Shit! She must think that I’m a pervert now! Getting hard because of my mother! “Mom,” I finally said, “it’s me that’s sorry. I feel so ashamed. There’s no reason that I… Fuck.” For once, she didn’t correct my language. “You must think I’m sick!” I added, unable to look at her.
“No no baby. Never.” She said, swimming close to me. “In fact, I admit that I had noticed that you had begun to look at me differently this last year.”
“What!! No! that’s not true! Mom, I swear—”
“Shhh,” she stopped me. “Don’t go swearing things that are not true.” My mom said, with a smile on her lips. “Look at me.” I did. “I really should have thought about it, son. How long has it been since you broke up with Lisa? Six months now?”
“Mom!” I cried, then sighed. “Yeah. Closer to seven now”
“Closer to seven… That sounds about right.” My mom added with a peculiar smile. Wait, was she talking about Lisa, or my cock? Nah, that was impossible! In any case I didn’t have time to think on it further, as she kept talking. “I know we’ve had the sex talk when you were a lot younger, mister, but remember that it’s normal. A healthy, good-looking twenty year old male, sexually active for a long while, and now this long pause…”
“Mom! Please!”
“Shush again!” she said, laughing this time. “You still have lots of things to understand about your body and your sexuality. And about the fact that you can’t control what, or who, will turn you on.” A brief pause. “So, if you want to swear something to me, swear that you don’t really think that you’re insane.”
“Alright… I don’t really think that. Still! Isn’t that weird?” I asked, really unsure.
“Bah… I depends on who you ask. Let me tell you this little secret, it may give you perspective.”
Mom paused, then looked left and right before continuing. “When I was young, I had the same type of attraction to your granddad.”
“What? Really?” We both laughed at the thought.
“Sex isn’t as simple and straightforward than they make it seem in hollywood movies, and even less than in porn.” My eyes opened wide when my mother said the word porn. But she didn’t comment on it and continued “So, are you alright now?”
“Yeah. I guess. Still feel like I have to apologize though.”
“Forget it… I feel like I should give you a hug right now, but…” We both laughed again, the tension really dispelled.
“It’s alright, I’m not… well it’s gone down… Shit.”
“You’re not hard for your old mother anymore?” mom added, a wicked smile on her face and she moved in for her hug.
A hug that lasted too long. Way too long. Even stunned as I was at that moment, I was fully aware of that fact. About 30 seconds in, inevitably, my cock began to harden again. And this time it was pressing directly against my mother’s pussy. When I clamped my muscles, making it bulge slightly, my mother made a small sound in her throat and pulled away gently. She was still smiling, a very soft and caring smile, even though she had just felt my cock bulging against her pussy.
She turned around and climbed the ladder, and despite everything I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her ass. The climb had pulled a lot of the material between her cheeks, and I could see most of her ass. This morning, though, instead of straightening it out, she didn’t touch it and walked to the door. Just as she was about to reach it she said, not turning around, “Are you staring at my ass young man? Because that would be really naughty!” I didn’t bother to reply. When she turned to look at me I was grinning widely, and she winked at me before grabbing a towel and entering the house.