Tragedy pushes a mother and son together

He had wanted to apologise, having forgotten for a moment that it was his ‘mum’, who he had his arms around. He had picked up the scent of her perfume, the smell of shampoo on her hair and the warmth of her body pressed against him. Having now gone without for the last few month’s, the most natural thing in the world happened, as he felt himself start to harden. No wonder she had looked shocked and fled the room, she must think her son a pervert.

Tom woke, sensing that someone was sat on the edge of his bed.

Jessica spoke softly, almost a whisper, ‘I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, you must be disgusted that I tried to kiss you’.

Tom wasn’t in the least disgusted, ‘It’s OK mum, you’ve had a bad time, and then tonight you have drunk a bit too much, you probably just imagined you were dancing with Brian.

‘Anyway, I can confirm that you are nice to kiss.’ He finished with a laugh, trying to inject some humour into the conversation. It was only then that she told him what had previously taken place, he could sympathise with her, hadn’t he also suffered the same fate.

He could hear her crying softly as he reached out, placing his hand on hers and trying to offer her some comfort.

‘I would invite you into my bed, but I’m currently naked,’ he told her, astonished when she told him to move over and slid in beside him.

Even though he could not see her in the darkened room, he sensed that her face was close to his and that she was looking at him. Tom purposely kept a space between their bodies aware that he was naked, and that if he got too close, something unexpected may happen. They lay there in silence, as though she was waiting for something to happen, and then much to his surprise, he kissed her, at first, tentatively, but then as she responded, the kiss became more sensual as she closed the distance between them, pushing her body, still covered by a dressing gown and nightdress, against his.

Jessica felt warm and soft as she pushed her hips and pelvis against his own, even with the clothing she wore, she must be able to feel his cock as it started to expand, he thought to himself, suddenly becoming self-conscious with what was happening in his groin. But either she did not notice or did not care, her hand which had been resting on his chest, started tracing patterns over his bare flesh, her fingers rubbing and arousing his nipples. He breathed in deeply, holding his breath as her hand wandered from his chest and down across his belly, until suddenly he gasped, the air rushing from his lungs as her fingers encountered the head of his cock and she ran her fingertips around it.

Tom groaned audibly as her hand took hold of him, ‘Holy shit,’ he thought, aware that the hand grasping his cock belonged to his mother, just as the sound left his lips.

No longer was she just holding it, she was slowly masturbating him, his shaft throbbing and twitching as she pulled the skin up and down. She released him momentarily as he felt her sit up, and then a rustle of clothing as he presumed, she got rid of her dressing gown and nightdress. His assumption was confirmed when she slid back under the covers, pressing herself against him, and he felt her bare breasts, pushing against his chest. Her hand returned to his groin and her purchase on his cock, as she masturbated him once more. Tom reciprocated as his hand went to her breasts, cupping each soft full orb in turn and running her nipples between his finger and thumb, thus bringing both erect.