Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 3

An hour or so later Andy lay in bed. He had heard his mother make her way to her room not long after him and take her shower. The night was dark and quiet, and he thought she must be sleeping at this point. When he had come to bed, he had still been very horny but once he had gotten into bed and attempted to masturbate, he had found the memories and thoughts of the day would spiral though his mind out of control. Today had been the day when he had first had contact with another person in a sexual way, but it hadn’t been right. It was his mother, and she had no knowledge of the indecent thoughts that he had been having. He had never been so horny in all his life as he had came whilst she held him and he still could vividly remember laying against her as he was near naked not long before, but every time he had tried to enjoy the memories his conscious ate at him. He felt icky and guilty, like there was something deeply flawed in him.

He lay staring at the ceiling, unable to either enjoy himself or go to sleep. Every time he would close his eyes visions of his mother as she lay on the sofa would flash through his mind, the feeling of him laying against her was still so fresh. He could still feel the warmth and softness of her as he had laid on her. And each time his body would react and then guilt would take over all over again.

He briefly imagined going to sleep and when he awoke it would be at the start of the day all over again so he could stop himself from being ...

... interrupted masturbating by his mother and so stop all the weird and awkward feelings he had been experiencing ever since. He wanted a reset, some kind of reassurance that things could go back to the way they were before. He wanted to stop imagining his mother's body in a sexual way, but he couldn’t. It was like he had unlocked something deep inside himself and there was no putting it back.

As he tossed and turned a thought came to him. He had to fight it he knew; he couldn’t go on like this. After all they lived under the same roof and would be for at least another few years. He couldn’t go on like this. He had to prove to himself that he was stronger than one day of confused emotions. He thought about how only a few years ago they had often shared a bed and there was no weirdness, no awkwardness, or bodily reactions. It was just him and her, as mother and son, sleeping next to one another innocently. He needed to get back to that he knew. He needed to know that he hadn’t broken everything.

He got up and sat on the side of his bed. He was naked but knew he couldn’t' go into her like that. He fished around in the dark for his boxer shorts on the floor and pulled them up. He stood there momentarily and after a deep breath he opened his door and headed down the hall.

Stephanie froze when she heard the door slowly open. She quickly removed her hands from her panties and held her eyes shut tight in the hope that her son would mistake her for being asleep in the dark. She had ...