Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... his Speedos. He felt it embedded in his mom’s thigh and he yearned to grind himself against her. He half opened his eyes, and the hazy world came into view. The room was quiet except for the television, the sounds of their breathing and his mother’s heartbeat in his ear.

With only his eye’s he looked down at himself. It was so strange to be nearly naked on top of his mother and he could see that where he where his groin met her thigh. Her breast was right next to his face, and it gently heaved up and down with her breath. He couldn’t handle it, he fought the urge, but he felt like he had to. He had never had his erect penis against another person before in his life, against their warmth and softness. All memories of the guilt from before began to melt away in his dozy haze and it barely mattered to him in the moment that it was his mother that he was touching. Slowly so as to not wake her, he rocked his hips into her. His covered penis rubbing into her and causing his foreskin to slide down his tip and back again. The feeling was electric, imagining it to be the closest feeling to sex that he had ever experienced. He rocked back another couple of times gently, savoring every inch of movement. He wanted to grab hold of his mother’s leg and start to pump against it, but he knew that was way too far.

Suddenly his mother let out a labored breath. Andy froze, the reality of the situation hitting him like a slap in the face. His hard cock pressed against his mother’s leg ...

... as she slept. He thought about the excuses that he could use; he could say that he was simply asleep too. But it didn’t matter, whatever he said there would be a very awkward situation that he wanted to avoid no matter what. He had to get up before she woke up.

Carefully as he could he lifted his right leg off hers and put it back where it was when he fell to sleep and twisted himself back, so he was laying with his back against her again. After a few moments of laying still to ensure that his movement hadn’t woken her he sat up and carefully lifted himself up out from between her legs. As he did, he couldn’t help but feel his butt rub heavily against the area between her legs and as he thought he heard another sigh escape from his mother’s lip and as he lifted himself away, he felt the sticky moisture that was trapped between them.

Oh no, he thought¸ I really must have sweated a lot in my sleep.

He stood up and turned back to look at her. She was slayed out on the sofa now, her breasts hanging apart in her tight pajama top and with legs open, bent at the knees. She looked so beautiful he thought. She looked warm and slightly unkempt and whatever it was about her turned hm on even further. He wanted nothing more than to climb back down on top of her but looking down at himself – his hard penis trying to make its escape from its confines – and he knew he had to get out of there quickly. Turning on his heels he tip-toed out of the room.

Her eyelids still closed; ...