Mommy's Bosom 2 - Sex Stories

Mommy's Bosom 2

I woke the next morning stuck to my sheet. My dick skin stretched as I peeled them off of me. It pulled so hard I thought I'd pull my dick off. I stripped the bed when I finally broke

I made my bed and then showered to get the dried-on spunk out of my curly hair. It was summer break, and I usually lazed around the house. After last night, I didn't know what to do. Mom was already up by the time I'd gotten to the kitchen.

Mom was in the same faded blue robe that was loosely tied. She was naked underneath, as usual in the morning after her shower. I watched her tits wiggle and sway as she brought the food to the table. The sight of them and visions of last night made me hard. My erection tented my gym shorts.

It surprised me because she would sleep in after a night of drinking like last night. It shocked me to see breakfast on the table like before DadDad left. We ate together, and it seemed normal, if only for a little while.

"I'd like to talk about what happened last night," Mom started.

"Yeah, me too," I cut her off. "I liked what we did, and I think it should happen more often. I think you need to be reminded that you are a beautiful woman, despite what asshole Dad says."

"Don't talk that way about your father," Mom scolded. "He's still your father."

"He's also the one who fucked up our family, and I won't forgive him for that," my response was filled with anger.

"OK, but we still need to talk it out last night," Mom replied. "I think we were both ...

... vulnerable and needed to comfort each other. That's all, and we shouldn't do it again."

"I disagree," I said. "I think we should do that every night until you get it in your head that his leaving wasn't about you. It was him being a selfish jerk. He pawned his issues onto you."

"Honey, please," Mom tried to stop me.

"Mom. You weren't the one who cheated!" I reminded her. "That asshole did! You need to remember how he treated you. They always belittled you and gaslighted you, making it seem that it was always you. Your fault. He's a fucking narcissist."

"Hey! That's about enough of that! Your Dad had nothing to do with last night," Mom raised her voice to speak over mine. "I was having a pity party and got a little too drunk. When you started touching me, I couldn't bring myself to stop you, so I let it happen. I'm sorry, I should have stopped you."

"No one got hurt, Mom," I assured her. "I liked what we did. We both are feeling rejected by Dad, and we both needed it last night. It wasn't a mistake to comfort each other. I think it made us both feel good."

"Dad always made me feel rejected, but last night I didn't," I said with tears welling up in my eyes. "He was a mean SOB, and you weren't. I have no one but you. I began to quiet that rejection by jacking off every night thinking of you because you're the only one who hasn't rejected me. I began to self-soothe."

Mom came over to hug me. My hands reached into her robe as she as she pulled me close, marking ...