Janet had long since gotten over the exhilaration she felt from getting too close to the line, like how she felt when she masturbated in Barry’s room on occasion. She had no intention of crossing any lines, but if she could add some fuel to her fantasies, what would be the harm?
She turned towards Barry on the couch. “Hey baby…with all the break-ins going on, I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind sleeping in my room tonight? I’m really concerned. Having you there just in case would make me feel safe.” She had asked innocently enough.
Barry couldn’t believe it. He quickly said, “Of course.”
“Ok, I’ll see you in there,” Janet said as she headed off to bed.
Barry could not remember being in his mother’s bed with her before, and it was just dawning on him how exciting the prospect was.
He shut down the TV after Janet left, and stripped down to a long tee shirt and his underwear. He normally slept in just in his underwear, but thought it would be better if he showed up more dressed.
He arrived at his mother’s room — the door opened a crack, inviting him in.
He closed the door behind him as he glimpsed Janet on top of the covers in a nightgown. He slid into bed beside her.
“Hi,” he said.
Janet knew it might be pushing things too far, but her buzz overrode her senses as she responded.
“Thanks for coming baby…I just don’t feel safe right now. Would you snuggle me a little?”
Barry rolled towards her and put his arm over her shoulder, spooning her. She took his arm and pulled it tighter around her so Barry’s warm body was right up against her. She was right, it felt so good.
Barry couldn’t believe the feelings he experienced while pressed up against his mother. He smelled her fresh and fragrant hair and felt the pressure of her butt cheeks against him.
When she pulled his arm more tightly around her, he could feel the swell of her breast against his hand.
Ohhh shit, Barry thought, this might not be good.
He had been keeping his dark secret all these years, and the situation he found himself in was overwhelming, but he had no intention of revealing his fantasy world to his mother.
In most situations he had learned to control his longings, but he could already feel his cock growing by the second.
He tried to put his mind elsewhere, but it was like he had trained his dick to respond to one thing. And that one thing was next to him and all consuming.
Janet realized quickly that she had not thought this through. She knew he fantasized about her, but that’s all they were, fantasies.
Barry’s fantasies had provided Janet with an ego boost. But up until now, all had been innocent in the real world. When she conceived the idea to snuggle with Barry, she truly believed that they would only snuggle, that she would get to feel him close to her as they slept through the night.
That is until she felt something hard pressing up against her butt.
Janet felt terrible. She should have known this could happen. She had allowed her booze influenced whims to put him in this position.
She also realized that she had underestimated her own fantasies. She couldn’t stop thinking about the hardness pressing up against her and the feeling of his body next to hers.
Her pussy responded involuntarily with wetness as she felt butterflies growing in her stomach.
After what seemed like a long time with neither one of them moving, but both of them attempting to contain their breathing, Janet, still buzzing from the wine, reached back impulsively.
In her mind, she imagined she could play it off like she didn’t know what was pressing up against her. Maybe she could just touch it for a second and then go back to pretending to sleep.
Barry didn’t dare move. He could barely breathe. She had to know his cock was pressed against her, but she wasn’t saying a thing.
He felt Janet’s hand move slowly down, unbelievably, onto his cock.
Barry held in a gasp as he felt his mom’s perfectly manicured hand wrap gently around the base of his hard dick.
She started to move her hand away, but then — as though she reconsidered — began to explore his penis.
Her fingers began to squeeze and released as she moved almost imperceptibly up and down the shaft. The pleasure her soft and loving hand created was exquisite.
At first Barry was in shock and thought he might ejaculate immediately, but the barrier his underwear made elongated the experience.
Barry boldly slid his hand down towards Janet’s stomach. She didn’t move to stop him and continued to pretend like she was asleep.
His hand slowly moved across her tummy and down to her nether regions. He was shocked to feel dampness and heat coming from her crotch, burning through her panties.
She didn’t resist as Barry moved his fingers in circles above her pubic mound. He continued to hold still, pretending like they were asleep.
He moved his face onto the back of her neck, smelling her skin and hair. Her breathing increased as he continued moving his fingers delicately across her panties.
Janet loved hearing the change in Barry’s breathing and response she got from stroking Barry’s cock through his underwear.
She didn’t dare touch his cock directly, and she had to pull Barry’s hand up when he tried to slip it under her waistband and into her panties.
In her mind knowing that they were touching each other through their underwear made this situation not as bad, since they weren’t really touching each other directly.
It didn’t take long before Barry tensed up and blew his load into his underwear. Janet could feel his cock spasm as her son ejaculated.
The wetness of his warm cum oozed through the cloth and onto her butt. She moved his hand away from her wet panties and back around her waist, signaling that they were to snuggle again.
It wasn’t long before Barry, having spent his load, fell asleep still holding Janet tightly.
Janet knew this experience would probably fuel both their fantasies for years to come.
She had crossed a line, and regretted that, but she would claim — somewhat truthfully — that she was drunk if it came to that.
Either way, things would go back to normal. Normal being of course that she and her son repressed their attraction and sexual urges toward each other.
The next morning Barry woke up and his mother was gone as though it were a dream — other than the fact that he was in her bed and had dried cum inside his underwear.
He got up, showered, and went to work. Neither one of them brought up what happened that night. They went back to their normal routine as mother and son, happy to avoid any awkwardness speaking about their situation.
Of course, it was not truly out of either Janet or Barry’s minds. They still continued to fantasize about each other — and only each other.
They went into their respective rooms each night and masturbated, often remembering what it was like to be so close to one another, imagining what it would be like to have gone further than they had.
* * * * * * * A Confrontation
Although Barry had little relationship with his father, he would visit him once a year on holidays.
Unlike Janet, his father pissed away his wealth over the years and clearly held a grudge against his mother for retaining her wealth and becoming so successful.
Barry stopped his relationship with his father when, in a desperate attempt to get money, his father sued Janet hoping to get a payout.
Over the course of Barry’s teenage years, the lawsuit was a constant stress on his mother. Her normally relaxed and fun attitude was weighed down by his father’s constant legal maneuvers.
The situation came to a head one day when Barry came home from work and heard yelling coming from inside the house.
Barry rushed in and towards the sounds of his mother whimpering. Barry could not believe what he saw.
His father had pinned her to the floor in the living room. He was yelling at her, “you’re just a fucking bitch… a fucking cunt whore!”
Janet was clearly overpowered and terrified. As Barry looked closely, he saw with shocking clarity, why.
Janet’s legs were splayed and his father had pulled his pants down and was fumbling around in an attempt to rape his mom.
Almost on autopilot, Barry reacted, yanking his father off Janet.
Barry noted with relief that, although Janet’s work skirt was hiked up, she still had her panties on.
His father’s semi-hard dick was bobbling with each step he took backwards. It was clear to Barry that his father’s plan — whatever he intended — did not factor in Barry showing up.
Barry was unquestionably larger and stronger than his undersized and paltry father.
Barry said, “You know, if you get killed attacking someone in their house, as part of self-defense, that is admissible by law.”
His father had a look of pure terror as Barry walked towards him and punched him in the gut, causing him to collapse to his knees.
After recovering from the blow, his father tried to get up and pull up his pants at the same time.
Barry just said, “Stay down.” To which his father complied.
Barry said in a menacing tone, “If you ever contact us again, we’ll press charges and you will be in prison. If you ever send another legal notice or try to extort any money, we will press charges. And if I ever see you again, I will kill you.”
His father was whimpering and crying, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… yes, I’ll never contact you again.”
“Now get the fuck out” Barry exclaimed as he punched his dad in the face.
His father tumbled to the ground, running towards the door with his pants still around his ankles.
With a final pause at the door to pull them up, his father ran out of the house and drove off, never to be seen again.
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