“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.”
“So why didn’t you say anything when I was doing it.”
“I didn’t want to make you feel bad. Besides, all you did was look. There’s no harm in that right?”
“You are so sweet.” She smiled beamingly. “All this time I was worried that I had taken advantage of you and everything was fine.” We hugged.
That seemed to be the end of it. We didn’t really talk about it after that. Our movie night kept on going and nothing really changed between us, till a few weeks later that is. I had snuck a beer from the fridge hoping that mom wouldn’t notice. I downed it before the movie so that I could get an even better buzz. So far as I know, I got away with it. Mom came in with my usual beer and handed it to me. Tonight she was dressed a little different. She wasn’t in her robe or her sweats, she was wearing a little spaghetti string top that left about six inches of cleavage open. It was quite stirring to say the least. Like I said, the shape of her breasts was a perfect droplet. The nipples crowning them I had yet to see, but I imagined them to be perfect for that size of breast. The top she was wearing tonight accented her shape perfectly.
To be honest, I don’t even remember what the movie was called that we watched that night. I do remember that it had a pretty good sex scene in it though. And it was enough to get me excited again. The tent went up in my boxers and my mother kept checking on it visually. Finally I got up the nerve to make an offer.
“You now mom, like I said, there is no harm in looking, right?”
“Umm…”
“If you want, I can pull it out. I really don’t mind. It might even feel good to get it in the open air.”
Mom just sat there as if she wanted to say yes, but were afraid. Instead of waiting for her to decide, I made the decision for her and pulled it out.
“It’s really OK, mom. I don’t mind.”
She let out a breath and smiled slightly. Then I knew she was OK with it when she slid up next to me on the couch and snuggled in. The movie kept on playing, but I don’t think that either of us was really paying attention. I was staring down her top and she was staring at my rigid prick.
“Johnny, I have a really big favor to ask you. I know that this isn’t a thing that a mother should ask a son, but it would mean a lot to me if you would do it.”
“What is it mom?”
“I want you to let me touch you while we watch the movie. You don’t have to do anything. You can even pretend that it’s someone else if you want. It’s just been so long, I can’t stand not touching it when it’s so close. Is that OK with you?”