Charley sat on the edge of his mother’s bed for a moment. She lay on her side, facing away from him. He laid what he hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder. She took his hand in hers and held it so tightly that it actually hurt him, but of course he couldn’t tell her that.
“Just stay with me awhile, dear,” she said, relaxing her grip on Charley’s hand somewhat but not releasing it. “I’m still not used to being alone in this bed.”
“I’ll stay as long as you want me here,” he said.
“Then you’d better make yourself comfortable,” she said. “Move that damned golf club out of the way and lie down where your father would be if he was here.” Charley did as she asked, lying on his side facing his mother’s back as he assumed his father would choose to sleep. Her body would have spooned snugly against his if he had been closer to her, but he was sure that snuggling up to her in any sort of sexual way was not what she would want him to do.
The two of them lay side by side in silence. Paula kept her son’s hand firmly in her own. Some minutes later her breathing became deeper and slower, and Charley realized that she was dozing off. He planned to let her sleep for a short while, and then he would free his trapped hand and return to his room for the remainder of the night. Paula made things a bit trickier by moving her hand down her front, taking her son’s hand with it, to where they both came to rest just under the swells of her unrestrained breasts.
This was becoming more awkward for Charley. His eyes were now fully accustomed to the darkness, and he began to feel uncomfortable in a familiar and pleasant way that was entirely inappropriate to this situation. He could make out the curves of his mother’s hips and buttocks in her full length nightgown. He inhaled her various smells and found them disturbingly arousing. His hand, still held in his mother’s, was now lightly in contact with the undersides of her breasts. He was getting horny. Horny was something he knew that he should definitely not be. Not now.
Oh, shit. He was getting a hardon. Soon it would need to be touched somehow. He needed to free himself and get back to his own bed. There he could get his mother out of his perverse mind, replace her with some celebrity slut who was better suited as a fantasy fuckmate for him, and jerk off until a big cum would put his disgusting horniness to bed for the night.
But apparently his mother wasn’t about to release his hand. In fact, she had moved her own hand more fully onto her breasts. She seemed to be caressing herself in her sleep, taking his hand along for the ride.
To make things worse, his cock was now fully erect. It was pointed right at his mother’s bottom cheeks. Its head now actually touched the warm fullnesses of her generous ass. Charley couldn’t back away from her, because she was now holding his hand firmly against her boobs. He shifted the position of his cock, trying to find a way to make it poke less embarrassingly against the fleshy globes of his mother’s bottom. At that precise moment she shifted her hips and accidentally helped him to achieve what he was trying to do on his own. This meant that the tip of his cock was now lodged comfortably in the crease between her buttocks. He was no longer pressing rudely against her. Now she was unconsciously pressing rudely against him.