BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS - Sex Stories

BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS

... sex anymore. Either way, Billy had thought it a bit strange, not for a moment suspecting how strange things would actually become. It had started just a few weeks after Billy's 12th birthday. His Mom started seeming a little less sad, if perhaps a little d***ker after her Friday nights out, and being a little more cuddly with when came into his room for the usual goodnight kiss. And the time she spent holding him before staggering away to her own bed became longer. After a while all she starting saying things to him -- strange things, like how he wassoon to become a man, with a man's wants and a man's needs. Then one night the goodnight kiss she gave him was more than just a goodnight kiss -- for she had kissed him hard on the mouth so that he felt her tongue against his lips, before she abruptly rose from his bed and hurried off, as if shesuddenly needed to be away from him. Billy had heard her crying again in the next room that night and wished with all his heart that he could make her happy, at one point coming close togetting up and going to her room to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be all right. And then everything changed. She got up the next day and seemed happier, making Billy wonder if the special comfort she had given him and the crying afterward the night before had somehow been the start of her finally getting over Dad. .Sure enough, when Friday came, she acted especially happy when she went out -- seemingly really happy for once, not faking ...

... it. It seemed to Billy that finally everything was going to be truly all right, a feeling reinf***ed by the fact that when she came home it was two hours later than usual, leaving Billy to listen closely to hear if she was finally bringing home a man as Chuck's Mom did. But no, she had come home alone as usual, and d***ker than ever. She had come to his room as she always did, and given him the expected hug and goodnight kiss. Except this time it had not been a goodnight kiss, because unlike all the other Friday nights, this time she didn't leave. Instead she had lifted his covers and slid into bed beside him, groaning loudly and squeezing him tightly, then kissing him wetly on the mouth before resting her head on his shoulder and passing out. Looking back, maybe he should have told her then that he didn't like that very much -- that there was not enough room for the two of them in his small bed. And besides, it was just not right for a mother to be in bed with her son, especially a son who was old enough to have the beginnings of hair sprouting out down between his legs and old enough to get a big hard-on even though the soft, warm woman lying beside him was his mother. But he had felt sorry for her, simply laying awake on his back beside her saying nothing, his hard cock pressing painfully upward against the sheet and blanket that covered them, his heart beating a mile a minute for what seemed like an hour until finally she moaned and turned over away from him in her sl**p. ...