A grown son seduces his mother

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Helping mom to bed again, I tucked her in and kissed her. By this time, there was no denying that our kisses were obviously well beyond that which is typical between mother and son. I held the kiss between us longer than I ever had, opening my mouth to draw her lips into mine. I moved from the lower lip to the upper. When I did that, she responded by opening her mouth.

For the first time ever, we were both instigating erotic kissing at the same time! We had both begun making pleasure noises in our throats. It was without doubt a wordless expression of sexual longing, and tonight I was ready to take the next bite.

Standing bent over her after our kiss, I whispered “Do you remember how I used to crawl into bed with you, mom? You were so good to me when I was so afraid. I love you so much.”

“Of course, my son. I remember it as though it were yesterday. Do you know that I got as much comfort and reassurance from you as you did from me? I felt so abandoned and unloved. You absolutely made me realize that I’d never be truly alone. My son loved me and needed me.”

“Mom, would it be okay if I crawled into bed with you for a bit? I could use some of your wonderful mommy snuggles. Or is that weird now that I’m grown up?”

Mom hesitated just a moment before inviting me to lay down with her. Victory! I slipped off my t-shirt, shoes and socks and crawled in next to her, turning on my side and opening my arms to her. How amazing when my mom slid over to me, entering my loving embrace, and lay with her body pressed to mine. My hands moved up and down my own mom’s back, rubbing, caressing, and even gently scratching her back.

For her part, one hand went to the back of my head, her fingers in my hair as she held me close. Nothing had happened that wasn’t innocent nor socially acceptable, but the position of our bodies and the proximity to the object of my love, lust and desire made me react physically. I grew hard, and my erection pressed against my mother’s thigh. I wanted to rub against her, but felt that would be too big a bite. Mom didn’t say a word, but eventually did move her thigh just a bit, creating a delicious friction between her leg and my swollen cock. Yes! Mom could feel my cock pressed against her, and she had gone with her instincts as a woman, not as a mother.

My hands grew bolder, tracing patterns further down her back, almost down to her ass. Suddenly, mom chose then to decide to go to sleep, and with a soft, lingering kiss on my mouth, she rolled over for sleep. She hadn’t asked me to leave, so I rolled toward her, my hand on her hip, not moving. I would stay until she fell asleep, I told myself. When I heard her breathing deepen and grow regular, I knew she was asleep.

Oh, the sexy, wicked things I thought. My lovely, sexy mother was there, asleep and vulnerable. I realized that I might be able to touch her as I never had before. I patiently bided my time, letting her go deeper into her sleep cycle. I slid my hand from her hip to her ass, caressing one cheek. No grabbing, nothing that couldn’t be interpreted as simple motion, rather than groping. For all she would know, if she woke, I might simply be moving in my sleep. Not a move from her! I again caressed her ass, this time sliding my hand down to the bottom of her impressively firm cheek, cupping where ass became leg.

My breathing was shallow, I was getting so aroused! Here I was, lying next to my own mom and fondling her ass. And I wanted more — so much more! I was on a complete high from the excitement and danger of violating my mother in her sleep! I returned my hand to her hip, feeling her move as she breathed. Still steady and deep. I ran my hand up her side, the tips of my fingers caressing the side of her breast. She stirred a bit, and her breath seemed to catch. I stopped immediately, and forced myself to imitate the deep breath of sleep.

No sense mom knowing that I was feeling her up in her sleep. Only the rock-hard erection in my shorts would give lie to my innocence. Not like mom was likely going to look for that kind of evidence, though. More’s the pity, I thought. I lay there long enough that, eventually, I too fell asleep, my hand still on my mother’s body, only the thin nightgown separating our skin-to-skin intimate contact.

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