Something a mother should never ask a son

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When the movie ended, nothing strange happened. My mother kissed me on the cheek and went to bed. I lay in my bed thinking about what had happened, but I just couldn’t make any sense out of it. I mean, she really didn’t do anything. It’s almost like she was just curious. She didn’t try and caress it or play with it; she just pulled it out and left it there.

The next week, it was my turn to choose a movie. I picked another Indy film and this one was a little more normal. As far as quality though, it still left something to be desired. As the movie was going on, I wondered if anything were going to happen. I watched my mother for signs that she wanted to cuddle or something, but there was nothing. She did dress down though. Instead of the usual sweats that she was in on these nights, she wore a silk robe that clung to her more. She even tied it around her waist which accented the size of her breasts. Instead of hiding in the fabric cloud of the sweatshirt, they were caressed by the cascading of the fine material making them appear raindrop shaped. The robe also showed every bump of her nipples. She may be my mom, but as a breast man, I have to admit that I found them mesmerizing. She didn’t seem to notice though.

At the end of the night she hugged me tight and went to bed just as normal. I was baffled. Nothing seemed to have changed in my mother, but there was a side of her emerging, a side that probably hadn’t been active since my father. I think that my mother was so lonely that she was beginning to crack.

Two weeks after the first incident, mom picked the movie and brought it home. As soon as I saw the movie, I knew what to expect. Shannon tweed was on the cover and that said it all. I love Shannon Tweed and all, but her movies are not usually anything but an excuse for her to show her body. Not a complaint, just a fact.

As usual, I grabbed my beer and lay on the end of the couch with the foot rest. For the first half of the movie, my mother was at the opposite end of the couch in the fetal position, but when we took our almost customary mid movie break, she shifted over to lay her head on my stomach. I begin to curse myself for wearing just boxers again. I had managed to go all through the first half without getting an erection, but now with my mother there and after what had happened, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

Sure enough, after we started the movie up again, the obligatory shower scene started and man it was hot. I’ve got to hand it to her, she just doesn’t get old. However, I had different problems on my mind. I was starting to grow and there was no way that I was going to be able to hide it from my mother.

I decided to play dumb and act like I was sleeping. It was a stupid plan, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I started making wheezing breathing noises and even smacked my lips for emphasis. I felt like an idiot. But I kept going with it.

Then, just as before, I felt the gentle fingers on my boxers and this time all she had to do was move the flaps and it came springing out. I couldn’t tell just how much room there was between her face and my rigid cock, but I could feel her breath on the tip and it was making me throb. Again, however, she just lay there, not doing anything. Perhaps she was observing, or looking at it for some other purpose, but whatever it was, I couldn’t even begin to imagine.

After a few minutes, I felt her pull the fabric of my boxers back over my pointing cock. As she did it, I made more sleeping sounds just to make sure she wasn’t worried.

“Hey, Johnny?” She paused, ‘hey Johnny, wake up.”

“What, is the movie over?” I was acting.

“No, but I think I’m going to bed now. I’m feeling really tired and I think I know how it ends.”

“Ok, Mom, do you need anything before you go?”

“No, thank you sweetheart. I’m just fine.”

Ok, now what in the hell is going on? She’s acting so weird. It wasn’t till later that I put it together and figured that she was going to masturbate. At the time, however, I was so hopped up on hormones that I couldn’t even begin to figure it out.

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