Something a mother should never ask a son

Something a mother should never ask a son, incest stories, Just after I started college, my mother and I moved into an apartment in order to save money on the rent. My sister had moved out and we just didn’t need all that space. We also figured it would save the time that we spent cleaning the place. And that it did. When we moved down to two bedrooms, there really wasn’t much time taken up at all cleaning. This left a lot of time to relax and work on things we had wanted to do for a while. Consequently our lives became very active and we both took up hobbies. After a while of being so busy, we hardly ever saw each other. We were both so busy doing whatever we wanted that our lives had split. We began to get very angry with each other and we couldn’t figure out why till one night at dinner my mother brought it up.

“Ya’ know…we hardly spend any time together any more. We’ve stopped communicating like we used to. I think that this might be why we have started fighting all the time. What do you think?” My mother and I had grown very close together after all we had been through. Our lives had necessitated a very strong bond between us.

“Well, mom, as usual, you’re probably right about this. Our lives have begun to grow apart. Maybe this scares us.” I paused. “What should we do about it?”

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“We need some sort of ritual. We need a night where we do something together come hell or high water.”

“We could start with a movie night.” I waited for her reaction. “What do you say every Sunday we watch a movie together and then from there we can change it if we need to.”

“That sounds like a great start. Tomorrow’s Sunday, are you up for it?”

“Well, I was going to go hiking with some friends, but you said hell or high water right?”

“Yes I guess I did.”

“Fine then, I’ll cancel and we’ll start. Since you are the lady, I’ll even let you pick the first movie. Just try to take it easy on me.”

“Ok, Mr. Gentleman, I’ll try to pick something for us both to like.”

And that was how our great movie tradition started. For the first month everything went well. We were having an easy time picking movies because neither of us had seen many movies lately. The second month wasn’t that bad either, but after that, some of the movies started to get a little out there. We had started just picking movies because they could be awful or great like Indy films seem to turn out.

Now my mother was no prude, but I was under age and she didn’t like me drinking. However she had finally given in and started letting me drink a beer or two on our movie nights. This meant that she felt better about having a glass of wine. Neither of us ever drank in excess, but we both enjoyed the light buzz that we got.

Midway through the fourth month, we rented a real sleeper. It was some film shot in a manner that I just don’t understand. I couldn’t follow what was going on and I couldn’t understand who the characters were.

“Should we take a pause?” My mother asked a half hour into the film.

“Yeah, I’ll get another beer. You want another glass of wine?”

“Yes please.” This was three for mom tonight. That was not a rare thing these days though.

I came back in and lay on the end of the couch with the foot rest. My mother liked this because it enabled her to rest her head on my stomach and watch the movie. It was one of our “cuddle positions.”

“Ok, ready to start again?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” My mother responded.

I pushed the play on the remote and the movie resumed. I spaced out and woke some time later with the movie still playing and my mother’s head still on my stomach. Then I started to feel what it was that woke me up. I could feel my mother delicately moving the flaps on my boxers apart. Then with very light touch she pulled my limp penis out and laid it down pointed toward her. This very bizarre feeling started to course though my veins. It’s not that I was thinking about sex with my mother, but the feeling of someone else’s hand on my cock was very exciting. I could feel that familiar feeling that preceded getting an erection. This caused terror to course though me as the thought of getting a boner right in my mom’s face sounded absolutely embarrassing. I stirred as if to make like I was waking up and my mother put my still mostly limp member back into my boxers.

When the movie ended, nothing strange happened. My mother kissed me on the cheek and went to bed. I lay in my bed thinking about what had happened, but I just couldn’t make any sense out of it. I mean, she really didn’t do anything. It’s almost like she was just curious. She didn’t try and caress it or play with it; she just pulled it out and left it there.

The next week, it was my turn to choose a movie. I picked another Indy film and this one was a little more normal. As far as quality though, it still left something to be desired. As the movie was going on, I wondered if anything were going to happen. I watched my mother for signs that she wanted to cuddle or something, but there was nothing. She did dress down though. Instead of the usual sweats that she was in on these nights, she wore a silk robe that clung to her more. She even tied it around her waist which accented the size of her breasts. Instead of hiding in the fabric cloud of the sweatshirt, they were caressed by the cascading of the fine material making them appear raindrop shaped. The robe also showed every bump of her nipples. She may be my mom, but as a breast man, I have to admit that I found them mesmerizing. She didn’t seem to notice though.

At the end of the night she hugged me tight and went to bed just as normal. I was baffled. Nothing seemed to have changed in my mother, but there was a side of her emerging, a side that probably hadn’t been active since my father. I think that my mother was so lonely that she was beginning to crack.

Two weeks after the first incident, mom picked the movie and brought it home. As soon as I saw the movie, I knew what to expect. Shannon tweed was on the cover and that said it all. I love Shannon Tweed and all, but her movies are not usually anything but an excuse for her to show her body. Not a complaint, just a fact.

As usual, I grabbed my beer and lay on the end of the couch with the foot rest. For the first half of the movie, my mother was at the opposite end of the couch in the fetal position, but when we took our almost customary mid movie break, she shifted over to lay her head on my stomach. I begin to curse myself for wearing just boxers again. I had managed to go all through the first half without getting an erection, but now with my mother there and after what had happened, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

Sure enough, after we started the movie up again, the obligatory shower scene started and man it was hot. I’ve got to hand it to her, she just doesn’t get old. However, I had different problems on my mind. I was starting to grow and there was no way that I was going to be able to hide it from my mother.

I decided to play dumb and act like I was sleeping. It was a stupid plan, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I started making wheezing breathing noises and even smacked my lips for emphasis. I felt like an idiot. But I kept going with it.

Then, just as before, I felt the gentle fingers on my boxers and this time all she had to do was move the flaps and it came springing out. I couldn’t tell just how much room there was between her face and my rigid cock, but I could feel her breath on the tip and it was making me throb. Again, however, she just lay there, not doing anything. Perhaps she was observing, or looking at it for some other purpose, but whatever it was, I couldn’t even begin to imagine.

After a few minutes, I felt her pull the fabric of my boxers back over my pointing cock. As she did it, I made more sleeping sounds just to make sure she wasn’t worried.

“Hey, Johnny?” She paused, ‘hey Johnny, wake up.”

“What, is the movie over?” I was acting.

“No, but I think I’m going to bed now. I’m feeling really tired and I think I know how it ends.”

“Ok, Mom, do you need anything before you go?”

“No, thank you sweetheart. I’m just fine.”

Ok, now what in the hell is going on? She’s acting so weird. It wasn’t till later that I put it together and figured that she was going to masturbate. At the time, however, I was so hopped up on hormones that I couldn’t even begin to figure it out.

The next day my mother pulled me aside and said that she needed to talk to me. We both walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She had a very worried, sorry look on her face.

“Johnny, I need to talk to you.”

“Sure mom, you OK? You look kinda worried.”

“Well, I think I’ve done something bad, and I need to make it right.”

“Jeeze mom. You’ve got me worried. What it is?”

“Well, last night, I did something that I shouldn’t have. I violated your privacy.”

“What did you do?” I knew where this was going a while ago, but at this point it was almost a game to play stupid.

“Well, while we were watching the movie, you fell asleep.” She paused and looked at the ground. I leaned in to encourage her to continue. “And while you were asleep, I took out your penis to look at.”

“Oh.” I said with my best look of surprise.

“I’m so sorry honey; I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done it. What kind of depraved woman looks at her own son’s penis? I feel so bad about it. I hope you’re not mad…Are you?”

“Well…no, mom, I’m not mad. I have to admit though; I don’t understand why you did it.”

“It’s just been so long since I’ve seen one and the way that I was laying, you were right there, and my curiosity got the better of me. All I did was look, I swear.” She was completely omitting the first incident. This was not a fluke.

“It’s OK mom. I have a confession to make too.”

“What?” she looked hopeful.

“I wasn’t really asleep. I was just pretending to sleep because I was embarrassed to have an erection in front of you.”

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