My hand traveled across her chest and squeezed her other tit tightly before my fingers found her nipple and manipulated it. I wished I could have been doing that as she lay still so I could read every reaction, but the grip she had on the base of my cock told me she enjoyed me playing with her nipple, especially squeezing it tightly. I was starting to lose control and my little head began to think for me.
“Mom, I want more of you,” I stupidly said. I should have been happy with the little progress that had been made that night.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth and her hand began to fly up and down quickly on my cock.
“Tell me when you’re going to cum, Jeremy,” she said in a dull tone.
“Damnit!” I thought to myself. “I fucked it all up!”
I remained silent until I felt like I was about to cum.
“I’m almost there, Mom,” I announced.
She yanked my hand out of her shirt and moved to the floor, on her knees between my legs. She gripped my cock tightly in her hand and moved it up the shaft at a painfully slow pace.
“You should be happy with what you get, Jeremy,” she said as she studied my cock.
“I’m sorry, Mom, I just…” I started before she interrupted.
“Mom knows best,” she said before lowering her mouth over my cock and resumed the blowjob she started earlier. Her head bobbed up and down quickly a few times before she released me.
“I know you want to fuck me, but you can’t,” she said as she continued sucking my dick.
“Well, this is new,” I thought to myself. The sensation of my pending orgasm did not return, and I was glad. I wanted to see where this was going.
After a few more head bobs, she pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop like the girls in porn do.
“I can’t even do this without a significant amount of alcohol for now, so you’re going to have to be happy with what you get,” she repeated.
“I am so happy with this, Mom, I think I’m going to cum soon,” I informed her as that feeling came back to me.
She released my dick and stood up, quickly dropping her pajama bottoms but leaving her panties on. She straddled my waist and rubbed her panty covered pussy against my cock.
“You’re going to cum on my panties,” she informed me as she pressed my cock against her pussy with her open hand and began to gyrate her hips against me. “I want this so bad but I’m so embarrassed!” she whispered in my ear. “We can’t fuck, baby!” she announced as she began to go wild with her movements.
It felt like she was trying to put up passive resistance in case she lost the battle and gave in to what it seemed she really did want. I dared to touch her without her permission by placing both hands on her ass and helping her grind against me.
“We’re not fucking, Mom. It’s okay, we’re not fucking!” I reminded her in a calm voice.
“Jeremy! I’m going to cum! Cum on my pussy!” she said in a deep, grunting whisper.
I was so close; she didn’t need to tell me twice.
“I am, Mom!”
I pulled her tightly to me and began to move my hips. In my mind I was shoving my cock deep inside her pussy and filling her up with cum. In reality, the head of my cock was teasing her clit and she was joining me in a mutual orgasm for the first time. I felt her shake against my chest as the first rope of cum left my dick.
“UGH!” I grunted loudly.
She pulled back and grabbed my cock, coaxing the final shots of cum from my balls and pointing them to her panty covered mound.
When I was done, I fell back onto the couch trying to catch my breath. When I finally looked at Mom, she had a hand over her nose and mouth and her eyes were bloodshot.
“Fuck!” I thought to myself, “She’s going to remember this and never forgive me for it!”
She jumped off me and dropped her panties on the floor and quickly pulled her pajama bottoms up before running to her room and slamming the door. I shoved my cock back into my shorts and in a fit of rage, found the first object to take my anger out on and swung my fist at it.
That was a mistake.
I instantly heard a bone snap and fell to my knees in pain. I looked around in a panic trying to figure out what to do. I went into the kitchen to get a Ziploc bag and filled it with ice. I went to my room and grabbed my keys and left the house with a slam of the door. When I got to the car, I took my phone out of my pocket and slid it into the drink holder and awkwardly started the car with my left hand. I managed to get to the nearest Doc-in-a-Box before they closed.
There was a surprising number of people in the waiting room. After I registered and sat down, I got a text from Mom.
“Where did you go? I heard a loud noise and then the front door slam. I’m sorry if I made you mad,” she said.
I looked around to see if anyone was able to see what I was writing.
“It’s not you, Mom. I was angry at myself for upsetting you like that. It’s my fault and I should not have pushed everything so far,” I admitted.
“Where did you go?” she asked.
“The doctor, I think I broke my hand or something. I’m sorry,” I said.
“Jeremy! I could have taken you!” she scolded.
I kind of snickered at her motherly instincts taking over considering all that happened.
“I didn’t think about that at all, Mom. But now that I’m here, I think it would look weird if I showed up with a broken hand and you showed up looking devastatingly upset.”
There was a long pause before she replied.
“You’re probably right. Wake me up when you get home, I wanted to talk to you,” she requested.
“Okay, Mom, I love you.”
She sent me a red heart as she always done. I knew she wasn’t hurt deeply but I needed to know what she was thinking and what hurt her heart. It would have destroyed me if anything we had before was lost for good.
They finally called me back and after a cast application and a prescription for pain killers, I was on my way home after midnight. I thought about what Mom asked me to do and I wasn’t prepared to wake her up. With it being Saturday, we could talk in the morning.
When I made my way into the house significantly quieter than when I left, I saw a single light on in the living room. I tip toed into the room and saw Mom’s face dimly lit from the fake candlelight in the room. She was sleeping soundly. I reached under the couch and pulled out Mom’s favorite blanket and covered her with it before turning off the candles. I noted the panties on the floor were missing as I walked past the couch on my way to my room.
I took one of my pain killers and drifted off to sleep as I considered everything that took place that evening.
Four
When I woke up, I realized I had been in a hard, dreamless sleep all night. Little could have woken me including the fact that Mom had climbed into bed with me. I turned to face her and watched her dream. Was she dreaming of me? Was she having nightmares of what we did the night before?
I wanted to be the son she knew before all this happened. I also wanted to take her clothes off in that bed and wake her up the way I thought she wanted. I was torn, but I knew what the right thing was to do. I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose before quietly slipping out of bed.
I went to the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt and boxers with the intent to make breakfast for Mom.
“Okay,” I sighed, standing in the middle of the kitchen, “eggs, bacon, and toast,” I said as I pointed to where I knew the items to be.
I pulled each one out and stared at them.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I reminded myself.
I didn’t know how to cook the bacon or how long it would take so, I was going to wing it and hope she liked the result. Not too chewy, but also not too crispy is what she would say. I put several strips onto the griddle and began to cook the eggs. Once I was done, I was mildly impressed with my effort. I had just gotten my product onto a plate when Mom came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.
“You didn’t wake me up, love,” she reminded me as she laid her head against my back.
Her word choice wasn’t lost on me at all. She had always been affectionate with her children, but that term of endearment was new to the house, including her own husband. I put my hand over both of hers and felt a flutter in my heart. I felt like we were both flying down a rabbit hole uncontrollably. It was an adventure I was willing to go on even if I didn’t have any control of it.
What is happening? I thought to myself.
“I have breakfast for you, Mom,” I informed her without either of us moving.
“I know, baby, I could smell the bacon.”
“From my room?” I asked knowing full well that’s where she was.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned happily. She put her hand on my cast. “What did you do to yourself?”
“I’ll explain later,” I told her as I motioned with my head toward the table.
She released me and went to the table. I was quickly behind her and noticed she was wearing the T-shirt she had on the night before but also a pair of my boxers. The dirty mind in me wondered if she had panties on underneath. I dismissed the thought, but the consequences of those thoughts were already taking place between my legs. I caught Mom stealing a glance before looking up at me like she was caught.
We both sat at the table eating in an awkward silence until she brought up the elephant in the room.
“Why were you angry last night?” she asked without looking at me.
I looked at her in obvious confusion, though she was eating and not looking at me.
“Well, it was probably because you were upset and got up and ran away without saying a word to me. I was sure we went too far and that it was my fault,” I admitted.
She continued eating and not looking at me.
“Why do you think it was your fault?” she asked between bites.
It seemed she had that line of questions already planned out. That thought led me to believe she intended to drive this conversation to a predetermined outcome.
“I feel like after the first time, I kind of…” I paused trying to think of how I could word what I wanted to say, “wanted it to happen enough that maybe I ensured all the conditions were met for another encounter?”
“Did you purposefully instigate the first one?” she asked, finally looking at me.
“No, I had nothing in my mind about it. It wasn’t something I thought I wanted at that time, only after it had already begun,” I responded.
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