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

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... him.

“It’s okay, honey. Here, let me.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore. She grabbed his hips and pulled him up against her. She pressed her legs against the outside of his and held him close. So close that the only thing separating her vagina and his butt was the fabric of his swimsuit and her pajama shorts. She draped both arms around his chest and hugged him tight from behind, just like she used to do when he was a kid. As she did his scent rose to meet her; the smell of his hair and body was so familiar to her, the same as it ever was, and yet…. yet it was changing too, like she could identify the fact that hormones were now circulating in his body, changing him from her boy into a man. It was an intoxicating mixture and made her want to hold on to him even more.

“It’s been so long since we did this.” She let out.

“Yeah mom. It’s been ages” Andy replied, still not quite relaxed into the situation. He too was aware of his mother’s loosely covered breasts against him, her nipples felt hard and poked him in the back and they were about all he could think about. He tried blanking his mind and just focusing on what was on the TV as she held him but the feeling of her against him was more than distracting, it was influencing his body. He became hyper aware of his state of undress and his face flushed, any sign of arousal would be plainly obvious and in the eye line of them both he knew.

Please don’t get a boner, please don’t get a boner, please don’t get a ...

... boner. He repeated to himself internally.

His swimwear was tight against him and although he had begun to get used to the idea that the outline of his dick and balls were there for anyone who looked, he absolutely wasn’t ready for the idea that his mother of all people would see him hard whilst in them.

God, what is wrong with me? He thought. Why was he even thinking about getting a boner at the touch of his own mother?! He knew it was wrong and felt deep shame. He had never looked at her in that way before, so why now? Why was he even thinking like this. His mind drifted back to the incident in his room. It was so confusing, her holding him as he came on himself. He hadn’t wanted her to catch him jerking off… ever. But he had to admit to himself that it was her touch and the feeling of her against him that had sent him over the edge. He was sure that she hadn’t noticed but the guilt still got to him. After she had left his room and when he had pulled his sticky underwear off and saw the contents he had stood there in silent shame at what he had done. It felt like something that he could never take back, like he had broken something innocent and fundamental between them.

“Are you tired?” She asked, breaking him out of his trail of thought. At least the shame had prevented him from getting a boner he thought.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m so tired. Practice was hard today”. It was true he realized. He was exhausted and it was only his whirling mind since the incident earlier ...