Kevin continues comforting his mother. When he gets dumped, it is his mother's turn to comfort him. All characters are 18+
By the time I woke up Mom had slipped out of my room. There was part of me that didn’t believe last night had happened, but a large, dark spot on the side of my boxers was still damp with female sexual juices. There was no denying what had transpired. I took a moment to get my head on straight and process my feelings about it. Then, throwing on basketball shorts and an undershirt, I left my room in search of breakfast.
I was the last one up this Sunday. Cora was already fully dressed sitting at the kitchen table sopping up egg yolk with a piece of rye bread. Mom had changed out of her little black dress into a fluffy pink robe and was doing her best not to make eye contact with me as I entered. She hadn’t managed to get all of her disheveled mascara off, I noted as I took a seat across from my sister and began buttering toast.
Cora gave no indication she picked up on the tension in the room. She chatted with me like it was a normal Sunday. She chatted with Mom like it was a normal Sunday. It didn’t even appear to register to her that Mom and I couldn’t look at each other, let alone talk. Within a few minutes of my arrival in the kitchen Cora stood and indicated she was going to meet up with a friend to study for some test. Kissing each of us on the cheek she flounced out of the room leaving Mom and me to our silence. Once she was gone, Mom slumped down in her chair. She had only been holding it together for my sister.
We both knew something needed to be said, but neither of us wanted to lead. Mom stared intently at her orange juice. I poked bacon around on my plate like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. The atmosphere hung thick between us, first merely uncomfortable and then downright oppressive. I was about to flee the room when Mom finally cleared her throat and spoke.
“Listen, Kevin, about last night…”
I didn’t life my gaze from my plate, but I held my fork aloft and made an indeterminate gesture. No words came out, but I did my best “no-big-deal” vocalization to suggest the matter didn’t bear discussion. Mom wasn’t having it.
“No, listen baby, it’s important I say this. I’m really sorry about last night. It shouldn’t have happened. I was drunk and lonely, and that’s not an excuse just an explanation. I even knew it was wrong at the time. This has been hard for all of us, and you deserve better from me than...than molesting you. I don’t expect your forgiveness immediately, but I want you to know that I’m going to work hard to earn it. Something like that will never, ever happen again. I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I’ll be a better mother going forward.”
I finally looked up across the table at Mom. Her voice had not once wavered as she delivered her apology, instead bearing a steely resolve that was unusual for her. But as soon as I saw at her face I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. She had such a firm handle on her emotions in every other way, but the silent droplets streaming from her eyes revealed just how much internal agony she was going through. It broke my heart. I nearly started crying myself.
Before I even knew I was moving I was on my feet. I think it surprised Mom too. My chair tipped over onto it’s back as I strode around the table and took up a position behind Mom. She looked up at me, stone-faced, wet cheeked, eyes begging for forgiveness. Leaning down, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close. My head rested on her shoulder as my cheek pressed against hers. She was trembling.
“It’s okay, Mom.” I said quietly, soothingly. “I’m not mad at you. I never was. It’s all okay.”
Mom leaned back against me and began bawling. I held her as tightly as I could while she let it out, rocking her gently and desperately trying to soothe her with just the power of my presence. It was much the same as the night before. Finally the weeping subsided into sniffling and I continued talking.
“You’ve bee such a rock for Cora and me, and I know that can’t be easy. We may have lost our father, but you lost your husband. It’s normal to need support, and I want to be there to give it to you. If that means sometimes you need to come do what you did last night, that’s fine with me. I won’t judge you for anything; you’re my mother and I love you. I want to help support you as much as you’ve helped support me.”
Mom turned her head up and stared into my eyes. Her agony had been replaced with pure love.
“You sure it’s alright, baby? You don’t hate me or anything?”
I chuckled, “Seriously, Mom, it’s not a big deal. Sometimes you just need physical touch. I get that, and I’m happy if I can do that for you. Better than the shitty plans your friends had for how last night was going to go.”
Mom chuckled with me at this. Though her face was still wet, she was no longer crying and even had a grin on her face. It was like a stone had been lifted from deep in my stomach.
The tension resolved, we both leaned in at the same time. I think our intention had been to hit each other’s cheeks, but somehow our lips ended up connecting. Pressing my face into my mothers, I felt her tongue hit my lips. I opened my mouth, and for a brief perfect moment we made out. At the time it just seemed like a natural extension of our love for each other, it didn’t even strike me as odd until days later.
All too soon we parted, breathing heavily. Mom smiled at me like a million bucks, “Thanks for being such an amazing son, Kevin. I have to go get ready for work.”
***
I half expected her not to, but Mom did take me up on my offer to help her feel good. It wasn’t immediate. If you’re expecting one of those stories where that very night she hopped into bed with me and we fucked like rabbits, you will be disappointed. Enough time passed between our conversation and her doing it that I sort of figured she wasn’t going to, that really what she needed was the reassurance she hadn’t fucked up our relationship.
Then, one random Tuesday night, I woke up to her sliding into bed with me. Cora had taken to sleeping on a nice big armchair I had in the corner of my room, so I immediately knew it was Mom. I could feel the smooth satin of her pink pajamas caress my torso, but beneath it Mom was trembling. Wanting to reassure her, I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. As she nuzzled into my side I could feel her calming down. My positive reaction must have assuaged whatever bad feelings she was having.
We lay there in silent stillness for several minutes, just enjoying the oxytocin spike from our physical touch. Then Mom spoke, her voice redolent with unspoken emotion.
“Sorry, baby. I just miss him so much right now. I need him.”
I nodded. Then realizing Mom probably couldn’t see me I replied.
“It’s okay.”
That was all that needed to be said.
Mom scooted into me, pressing the length of her body into my side. In the darkness I could hear her take a long whiff of my natural scent. She ran her hand gently along my pecs, breathing getting deeper as her arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me in closer. Once again her legs wrapped around my own, gripping my thigh and pressing herself firmly against it. I could feel the warmth there as she slowly began grinding against me.
Some part of my brain knew this was a weird way for mother and son to be with each other, but that didn’t bother me. I really did want to do anything I could to make Mom feel good. Adjusting my grip on her shoulder slightly I squeezed her tightly. Her breasts mashed into me, only increasing the effect the situation was having on my cock. Mom’s face pressed into my neck and I could hear her panting, needy moans. She was riding my thigh now, humping it with desperation. Rotating my leg, I pressed into her. She groaned as I helped apply pressure to her molten nether regions.
Mom grew bolder at this. She began matching her humping to the movement of my leg, maximizing her pleasure. Her hand no longer just rested on my chest, it was actively exploring it. From my solid shoulders to my toned abs she ran her hand all over me, not in a casual loving way but in the way of a woman appreciating the body of a man. She didn’t touch my genitals at all this time, which disappointed me slightly, but soon I could feel her speeding up. The smooth satin fabric against me was being joined by a frankly impressive amount of moisture. Mom panted like a dog in heat.
Then, in a heartbeat it was over. Mom’s entire body tensed as she gripped me hard enough that it hurt a little. A slight trembling passed through her and she let out the quietest, cutest little gasp I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Oh.” She said. Not a scream, not a primal yell. In another context it would have come off as a simple expression of surprise. As if she had just realized something mildly unexpected.
Then she went slack. Her entire body collapsed against me and her tension was replaced with a restful relaxation. Mom had finished. Not wanting her to feel weird about what happened, I figured I needed a way to reassure her. I turned down and kissed her gently on the forehead.
“Good night, Mom.” I said, “Sleep well.”
Mom nodded into my shoulder, then proceeded to do just that.
***
There was no awkward conversation after that incident. The next morning was totally normal, and if anything Mom and I had grown closer. Our shared, dirty secret bound us together. Instead of fastidiously avoiding eye contact, we shot knowing glances at each other several times over breakfast and broke out into big smiles. It was nice.
After that it became just another part of our relationship. It wasn’t every night. Cora still liked to spend the night in my room, and I think Mom was able to handle herself most of the time. But every few weeks, especially if things had been hard for her at work, Mom would find a chance to slip into my room and masturbate herself against me.
And surprisingly that’s as far as it went for a long time. Mom got more overt and less hesitant in doing it, but it seemed like we both had this idea in our heads that as long as we stuck to “the rules” it wasn’t anything that weird. Mom always wore pajamas, there was never any direct contact with the other person’s genitals, we didn’t talk dirty during the act, and though Mom would feel up my junk over my boxers, she didn’t actually give me a hand job or acknowledge how hard I got while she rubbed herself against me. If something hadn’t happened, I think that might have been as far as it ever went.
Something always happens.
The thing that ended up happening was Jade. Or rather, Jade stopped happening. You remember Jade, right? My girlfriend, mentioned her in like the 6th paragraph of the first chapter. It doesn’t matter, she isn’t in this story much. Just long enough for me to feel like we were growing closer after the death of my father, only for her to rip my heart out, stomp it into a ruined mess on the ground, then spit on it for good measure.
She dumped me, is what I’m trying to say.
I’m being uncharitable to her. I don’t think she was actually malicious. She really did try to help me after Dad passed. She wasn’t very good at it, but she tried. The problem was, she didn’t like how close my mother, sister and I had become in the aftermath of the accident. And we did get a lot closer. Like I’ve said, we were the only ones we could rely on to understand how we felt. Jade didn’t even know about what my mom and I had started doing, but something about the way I interacted with them really got under her skin. It all came to a head when she learned that my sister was still sometimes spending nights in my room.
“That’s fucking weird, Kevin!” she said, “She’s you’re sister, you’re both too old for that. It creeps me out.”
I wasn’t having it.
“It’s not weird. She’s still processing what happened to Dad. Being close to me helps her. If that’s what it takes for her to get a full night’s sleep, then she can sleep in my room whenever she wants.”
For some reason, that was it. Jade didn’t get angry. I think a huge fight would have left me feeling better about the breakup. She just went listless and cold. There was zero emotion in her eyes when she did it.
“I don’t think this is working any more, Kevin.” She was like an automaton. “You were always a little too close to Cora, but since the accident it’s gotten creepy. I feel bad for you guys, I really do; I can’t imagine what you’re going through. But I’m trying to help you and you just aren’t listening to me. I can’t do it anymore. I’m done. We need to break up.”
One look at her told me she was serious. I was crushed. But I wasn’t going to let her see that.
“Okay.” I said. Standing from where we had been sitting on her bed I grabbed my hoodie and walked out. I think both of us were expecting the other to stop and say something. Neither of us did. I drove home barely cognizant of the world around me, blew past Mom and Cora as they greeted my early return, and went directly to my room to lie in bed. There was no sleep, just staring vacantly at the ceiling.
And that’s how I was for the next few days. I told Mom and Cora that Jade and I had broken up the next day, so they knew what had me in this funk. I didn’t cry or even stop doing the things I normally did, but something about the breakup reopened wounds in me that were only just starting to heal. I was only dimly aware of how I must have looked to those on the outside, but I didn’t really care.
Mom and Cora both tried reaching out to me. Cora spent the night in my room a lot more, and I could feel her watching me in the dark. Mom kept trying to make jokes with me. Like if I could just laugh everything would be better. Hell, maybe she was right. But I wasn’t laughing. I wasn’t crying. I was just going through the motions. It sucked. I missed Jade in so many ways. And yeah, sexually was one of them. So there I was, depressed, sexually frustrated, disengaged from my life and the people who loved me.
But like I said, something always happens.
I was lying in bed one night staring at the ceiling pretending to sleep. Cora had, I think, gotten a little depressed at how depressed I was, so she was in her room that night. Just me and my thoughts. What a perfect combination. Suddenly, I heard my door creaking as it opened a crack. A head poked in. It was Mom.
“Hey, baby. You asleep?” She whispered into the darkness.
“Not really.” I replied dully.
The door opened wider and Mom walked into the room. She closed it behind her and approached my bed. She’d gotten pretty good at navigating my room in the dark. Without saying a word she kicked off her slippers and climbed under the covers with me. Her comforting scent filled my nostrils. It was the first time she’d come to my bed since the breakup, and as she draped her arm across my chest I had to admit that the warmth of her body against mine felt good.
Mom snuggled into me. She pressed her face into my neck and her body into my side. Her strong, slender legs wrapped around my thigh. She was wearing a nightie tonight, and her cotton panties were already damp as they made contact with my bare skin. I put my arm around her. Even though I was in a funk, I still thought it was important that I be here for Mom. Slowly she began rolling her hips against me, stimulating her pussy against my leg. I could feel her quivering breasts. Her breathing intensified; it was hot against my neck.
Mom ran her hand across my chest. Normally she did it in a lazy, indulgent way. This time, though, the movement was more directed. After briefly stroking my pecs and abs, her hand swiftly moved south. Soon, she was caressing my admittedly hard penis over my boxers. Again, for her to do so was not unusual, but the way she was stroking me today was much more intense. She wasn’t merely running her hand over my package, she was really fondling it. Rubbing the tip, gripping the shaft, fondling my nuts. Sure, a layer of fabric still separated our skin, but something about it felt much more intentional. Like she wasn’t doing it for her, she was doing it for me.
“Mom, what are you doing?” I asked, my hips squirming at the pleasure of her ministrations.
“Shhh.” She whispered huskily, her mouth a millimeter from my ear. Goosebumps shot across my body. “Shhh. Let Mommy take care of you. You’ve done so much for me over the past little bit, now it’s my turn to make you feel good.”
I opened my mouth to say more, but Mom swiftly leaned forward and planted her lips against mine. Her tongue shot into my mouth, and as I reciprocated her passionate kiss Mom slipped her hand under the waistband of my boxers. Her delicate fingers finally made contact with my naked cock for the first time. The pleasure was so intense it was like I had been physically struck. I gasped as her hand wrapped around my manhood, and let out a long low moan as she began slowly stroking up and down my length. Mom broke our kiss for a moment and giggled at my response. Even in the dark I could see the pure love in her eyes.
Then she melted back into me. Picking up the pace with which she was jerking me off, Mom planted her lips back onto mine. We made out like high-schoolers as she ground her pussy into my leg. With absolute mastery of her task, Mom got to work getting both of us off. She matched her tempo to mine, keeping the level of her own sexual arousal perfectly synchronized with my own as we writhed together in bed, doing our very best to lick one another’s tonsils. For how assertive and skillful she was, it struck me that there was something ironically chaste about our interaction. She was a mother of two. I myself was no blushing virgin. And yet the simple act of mutual masturbation had us out-of-our-minds horny. Even knowing how good our bodies could make each other feel, there was still part of us pretending that if we took it no further then what we were doing wasn’t really incest.
Mom pumped her hand up and down my shaft. Her fingers were soft yet held me with just the right amount of force. From base to tip she stimulated my entire length. I could feel myself throbbing in her grasp. Letting go for a moment Mom rubbed the tip of my cock with her palm. Precum oozed out, covering my head and smearing all over her hand. Properly lubricated, she gripped my meat once more and began effortlessly gliding up and down it. Were the moans filling my ears Mom’s or my own? I couldn’t tell anymore.
I was putty in my mother’s hands. My entire body was overwhelmed with the pleasure she was making me feel. I tried my best in our kissing and undulations to make sure she was enjoying herself too, but honestly I could barely control my spasmodic motions as pure ecstasy coursed through my body. Time dissolved, and I gave myself over to enjoying the feeling that could only come from having a woman pressed against you.
Suddenly, my entire awareness focused sharply on my penis. It had passed the point of no return. My testicles tightened almost painfully and I could tell it was happening. I broke our kiss and let my mother know.
“Fuck, Mom I’m about to cum!” I shouted.
Mom started pumping my cock faster and ground her clit into my thigh needfully.
“That’s right baby, cum for Mommy!” she husked into my ear, “I’m so close too, cum with me baby. Let’s cum together. I want to feel your hot cum all over my fingers as I go over the edge.”
I obliged. Mom’s grip on my dick tightened as I thrust my hips into her hand. With a long grunt my load exploded out of me. My cock jerked violently with each spurt. I didn’t know orgasms could be so intense. The first blast soaked my underwear, leaving Mom’s slender fingers coated in my seed. I saw stars as unbelievably thick ropes shot out of my cock. From my balls through my shaft to my very tip I was pulsing with the force of my ejaculation.
Mom was also true to her word. As I started coming down from my overwhelming orgasmic high, I could feel her body shuddering against me. Her hips bucked wildly and I could feel her leaving a slick trail of fluid along my thigh. Mom was cumming so hard her thin panties were utterly unable to absorb her flowing juices.
We both lay panting in the dark. Periodically a small aftershock would jolt through Mom causing her to writhe against me. I held her close and grinned like and idiot. Part of me wanted to stay up and observe this unbearably sexy woman ride through her post-orgasmic glow, but the soporific effects of my own climax were quickly setting in.
I kissed Mom on the top of her head, “Good night, Mom. I love you.” I said. Then I was out.