Back where he belongs – Mother and Son – Chapter 3

An hour or so later Andy lay in bed. He had heard his mother make her way to her room not long after him and take her shower. The night was dark and quiet, and he thought she must be sleeping at this point. When he had come to bed, he had still been very horny but once he had gotten into bed and attempted to masturbate, he had found the memories and thoughts of the day would spiral though his mind out of control. Today had been the day when he had first had contact with another person in a sexual way, but it hadn’t been right. It was his mother, and she had no knowledge of the indecent thoughts that he had been having. He had never been so horny in all his life as he had came whilst she held him and he still could vividly remember laying against her as he was near naked not long before, but every time he had tried to enjoy the memories his conscious ate at him. He felt icky and guilty, like there was something deeply flawed in him.

He lay staring at the ceiling, unable to either enjoy himself or go to sleep. Every time he would close his eyes visions of his mother as she lay on the sofa would flash through his mind, the feeling of him laying against her was still so fresh. He could still feel the warmth and softness of her as he had laid on her. And each time his body would react and then guilt would take over all over again.

He briefly imagined going to sleep and when he awoke it would be at the start of the day all over again so he could stop himself from being interrupted masturbating by his mother and so stop all the weird and awkward feelings he had been experiencing ever since. He wanted a reset, some kind of reassurance that things could go back to the way they were before. He wanted to stop imagining his mother’s body in a sexual way, but he couldn’t. It was like he had unlocked something deep inside himself and there was no putting it back.

As he tossed and turned a thought came to him. He had to fight it he knew; he couldn’t go on like this. After all they lived under the same roof and would be for at least another few years. He couldn’t go on like this. He had to prove to himself that he was stronger than one day of confused emotions. He thought about how only a few years ago they had often shared a bed and there was no weirdness, no awkwardness, or bodily reactions. It was just him and her, as mother and son, sleeping next to one another innocently. He needed to get back to that he knew. He needed to know that he hadn’t broken everything.

He got up and sat on the side of his bed. He was naked but knew he couldn’t’ go into her like that. He fished around in the dark for his boxer shorts on the floor and pulled them up. He stood there momentarily and after a deep breath he opened his door and headed down the hall.

Stephanie froze when she heard the door slowly open. She quickly removed her hands from her panties and held her eyes shut tight in the hope that her son would mistake her for being asleep in the dark. She had been lightly caressing herself thinking about the events of the day. When she first had gotten into bed she had intended to hold off, the guilt had gotten to her, and she had tried to put it out of her mind but as she lay there in the dark the thoughts kept resurfacing and eventually her body and her thoughts had won out and she had finally allowed her hand to trace down her body to the fire in her underwear. And not two minutes later had she heard the knock.

What is he doing here? She wondered to herself as she heard the muffled pads of him walking on the carpet closer to her bed.

“Mom?” he whispered softly into the darkness, but Stephanie was too shocked to respond.

“Hey mom” He whispered again, louder. This time she felt him place his hand on her leg through the covers.

Stephanie feigned a tired moan and pretended to wake up. She lifted her head off the pillow and opened her eyes.

“What’s going on Andy? Is everything ok?” She asked. Her eyes began to adjust, and she could see her son standing near the foot of her bed. At first, she thought he was naked, but she could make out that he was wearing a pair of his boxers. He didn’t answer her and instead stood there awkwardly.

“I er… mom. I was…” he stammered nervously.

Was he sleepwalking? She thought to herself. She strained her eyes to study his face and she could see that he looked awake at least. He wasn’t asleep she thought; he was just struggling to get his words out. He looked embarrassed.

“Sorry mom, it doesn’t matter” he said and went to turn.

“Darling what is it?” She had forgotten all about what she was doing when he walked in. But she was incredibly curious to know what had caused him to come into her room at such a late hour.

“You know you can tell me anything”.

He looked unsure of himself and looked at the floor.

“I was just wondering… It’s stupid…” He trailed off.

“Baby whatever it is it’s fine, please tell me”. She reassured him.

He let out a deep sigh.

“I was just wondering if I could maybe sleep in your bed?… Just for tonight. Maybe.”

Stephanie was completely taken aback but she felt a smile cross her face. She never in a million years thought that he would request that but as soon as he did, she realised how much she craved it to. It had been years since they had last shared a bed, but she felt an instant pang of regret that they had stopped. Why had they? Had he just gotten too old?

She saw him standing there, embarrassed and looking ashamed of his request.

“Sorry it’s ok… I’ll go. I’m sorry.” He said, staring at his toes. The room was silent, and Stephanie didn’t quite know how to respond to his request. He turned to leave…

“Baby of course it’s ok!” She blurted out. Whatever was going on in his head she didn’t know but she knew that she didn’t want him to leave like that, she didn’t want him to feel silly or rejected for asking such a thing.

He stopped, not quite sure of himself.

“Come here and get in baby” She beckoned.

She lifted her arm to open the covers and leave a space next to her. Andy came over to the side of the bed, ready to get in yet he stalled for a moment, his eye’s widened slightly and he looked like he didn’t know what to do. He looked away again. Stephanie realised immediately what was wrong; she was topless, her breasts completely exposed to him in the half light. She hadn’t even thought about it as she almost always slept like that in the summer months. She had been too concerned with being caught masturbating that she hadn’t even thought about her top half.

“Baby, it’s ok. You can get in.” She reassured him. “Or would you like me to put something on?” She wanted to give him the choice.

“I think it’s ok” he stammered and then moved towards the bed and climbed in. He lay on his side placing his back towards his mother.

“Is everything ok honey?” She asked, remembering back to the earlier events of that evening. The memory of him grinding against her whilst her thought that she was asleep on the sofa. The guilt of what she had done to him as he slept on top of her had left her once she woke up to his movements. She had realised in that moment that they were just two people searching for a connection with each other that had been frayed slightly as they went about their lives. She knew she loved him and would never do anything to hurt him, and that although she had never planned to do anything again with him physically, that he yearned for her embrace. That he needed his mother.

“Yeah, I think I just miss… us a bit”. He replied after a long silence in the dark. The words melted her.

“Oh honey, why don’t you scoot up to me? Like we used to do.” The space in between them didn’t feel right anymore. It felt unnatural, like the void between them was because they were holding themselves up to a set of rules that didn’t make any sense anymore.

“OK” was all he said. She could tell that was what he wanted when he came in. She felt him shuffle over to her. He seemed tentative but he kept going until he was inches from her and stopped, she knew that she needed to be the person that closed the gap. She placed her arm over him and put her hand to his chest and she gently pulled him closer until she felt her nipples touch his back. She could feel his heartbeat in his chest, and he let out a quiet gasp as he felt her nipples on him. Careful to ensure that it all felt natural to him she continued to pull him closer until he was against her, her breasts pressed into his back. She lifted her knees slightly so that her legs were against the back of his and he copied the action, so he was curled up against her. The back of his head against her neck, spooning into her.

They lay like that for a bit, each content in the embrace but not knowing what was going to happen next. Stephanie hadn’t really considered what all this meant, she just knew that her son wanted to be near her, and she wanted to be near him. The moisture that continued to seep through her panties was signalling to her what her bodies reaction was, but she wasn’t allowing the thoughts of the reality of the situation to properly penetrate her consciousness.

Andy lay in his mother’s embrace; he had never felt so comfortable but as soon as he had gotten in the bed with his bare-chested mother his erection had come and not gone away. He loved the feeling of being against her again, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that he was lying in bed with his near naked mother.

They lay there, together in the dark for what felt like hours. Andy could feel the breath of his mother against his head and the slight heave of her breasts against him. Her motion and warmth lulled him into brief moments of sleep. Stephanie began to drift in and out too, the familiar smell of her son sending her back to memories of them laying together in bed all through his childhood. Her grip on his chest son loosened and she felt her hand drop down towards his stomach. She felt him move slightly and she realised that her hand was sitting at his bare naval, the place that they had been attached by for nine months whilst he grew inside of her. Instinctively she let her finger trade a circle around its edge, feeling the texture of his soft skin. She hadn’t thought anything about the action, but she suddenly felt Andy’s body go rigid in reaction and she realised that he was holding his breath. Instinctively she moved her hand away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, she moved it down slightly and felt the back of her hand hit against something hard and Andy’s body jerked.

Stephanie’s breath caught in her throat; she realised what she had done immediately, and she didn’t know how to respond.

Andy felt his face go flush with the heat of embarrassment. He had started getting hard as soon as he had gotten in bed with his mother but his hope had been that they would both fall asleep, and any indecent thoughts would drift off with them and everything would be okay. He was frozen, he thought to again to pretend to be asleep, but he knew deep down that she knew he wasn’t. He had ruined everything he thought to himself, and he wished that he had never came into her room at all. He felt stuck. His mother’s arm was still draped over him, he could still feel her breasts against his back, and worst of all his cock was still hard. He had nowhere to go.

They lay against one another, each not knowing what to do. Each trying to make as little movement as possible. Stephanie turned her options over in her mind as the silence filled the room. She tried to make as little movement as possible to minimise any awkwardness, but she couldn’t stop breathing and with every breath she took she could feel her breasts press into her son. She felt bad for him, she knew how embarrassed he must be feeling. She wanted to whisper that it’s okay to him, but she thought maybe it was better to just let the moment pass and allow themselves to fall asleep. The issue however was that the accidental touch of her son’s penis had caused a new flush of moisture through her pussy. Her panties were drenched, and she was beginning to worry that the drippings would be noticeable to him. She tried to remain calm and clear but knowing the reaction that she – again – was having on his body was causing a deep need within her. The feel of his butt and back up against her and the thought of her son’s erect cock right next to her hand was sending her wild. She still yearned for the orgasm that he had interrupted when he entered her room.

“Mom?” she heard him whisper into the darkness, interrupting her thoughts and the silence that hung between them.

“Baby?”

“I’m sorry.” He spoke.

Her heart melted for him all over again.

“Baby, you have got nothing, nothing to be sorry about. You did nothing wrong at all.” She desperately needed for him to know that he shouldn’t be ashamed of anything. If anything, she felt responsible for everything that had happened today and the fact that he was apologising now broke her heart.

“It’s okay baby” She continued “It’s just your bodies reaction and it’s perfectly normal. It’s natural.”

He didn’t reply, instead he lay there in her arms. He must be still too embarrassed she thought.

“Baby?” she whispered into his ear.

“Yeah?” he answered although he sounded void of emotion, like he was trying to hold something in. Stephanie thought hard about what she should say next. They had crossed a line here and she knew that things wouldn’t be the same after what had just happened. She knew that he must be feeling so embarrassed and insecure over the situation, and it was so important to her that it didn’t cause him to become distant from her or ruin their relationship entirely. On top of that she couldn’t ignore how horny she was, some part of her knew it wasn’t right to be having these feelings towards her son but there wasn’t something within her driving to a conclusion that she couldn’t get away from. She needed more and more of his contact, she felt like any amount would never be enough until she had him completely and in every way; and her mind was whirling telling her that the path the body wanted was the correct one. It made sense to her; she had to rebuild his confidence and make sure that their relationship would be ok. She wanted him to enjoy their closeness and touch; not be afraid of it. She needed him to know that she was there for him in every way that he needed, whatever it was and that she felt the same. That they were in this together.

“Baby, it’s okay I promise you…My body is having the same reaction too….” She whispered.

The words hung in the air as the they both processed the impact of what they meant.

“Mom… it is?” He asked. She could hear the confusion and curiosity in his voice. He sounded so innocent, yet she felt like she could detect some hope in his voice. Whatever it was, she was glad. Her words had started to melt through the discomfort that she knew he had been feeling.

“Andy, do you want to lie naked with mommy for a bit? You know, like we used to do?”

Again silence. He lay still, obviously contemplating her words. It had just slipped out. It was the first time that she had referred to herself as ‘mommy’ since he was a child, and she didn’t know what it was about the situation that had bought it out of her, but it had felt right. It was how she felt in that moment, like his mommy, there to take care of him. Despite how wet her pussy was for him, she first and foremost wanted to nurture him, to make him feel good and feel protected. She worried that she had pushed him too far with it, maybe he didn’t like her referring to herself like that. She waited for his response.

“I think so mommy.” He finally replied, whispering back.

“OK” she said. Her heart and pussy briming with pride and lust. “Let mommy help you”.

She reached for his waist band with her left hand and began to pull at his boxers. He straightened his legs as he lifted his right hip slightly off the bed so to help her. She got a hand on each hip and pulled. They came down a bit but seemed to get stuck. She gave it a tug and heard him grunt and Stephanie nearly let out a laugh once she realised what had happened.