Family Home Stay Ch. 01

His mother tapped softly at the door and Jim sat up a little. The door opened a crack and her head appeared, framed by the light from behind her. She stepped in, leaving the door open slightly, so the light outlined her form as she moved toward the bed. Jim could see the shadows of her legs in her filmy night dress.

“Are you okay, honey?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay Mom. Just tired.”

Julia crossed the room in silent steps, her dress rustling against her as she moved. She sat down gingerly on the edge of her son’s bed and reached out a hand to touch his forehead. Her fingers were cool and soft on his skin, and Jim could smell the fragrance on his mother and feel the heat of her body next to his as he lay in bed.

“You never go to bed this early, and I was worried. Trouble with your girlfriend?”

“No Mom. We just aren’t seeing each other that much. She’s nice enough, I guess, but, well, I don’t know.”

“Just want to play the field some more, huh? Don’t worry. There’s plenty of girls out there interested in a handsome young man like you.”

Jim digested this and didn’t say anything. He wasn’t so sure he was handsome, and wasn’t so sure there were lots of girls interested in him. His mother touched his cheeks and then his shoulders. He sat forward a little more and she took him into her arms, hugging him against her and pressing his head into her breasts.

“Umm, that feels nice, Mom. I like it when you hold me like this.”

“Oh baby, I love to hold you, too. You’re such a sweetheart.”

She kissed him on the cheek, then on the lips, and Jim woke up a little. The more his mother hugged and touched him, the better he felt. She ruffled her fingers through his hair and stood up to go. He could once again see the outline of her legs under her gown as she moved toward the partly open door, and as she turned to look at him again, he caught a glimpse of the shape of her breasts back lighted in the doorway.

He wasn’t surprised when he found he had a hard-on after she left, but was surprised that it was thoughts of his mother that had caused it. He played with himself idly, enjoying the feel of his hand stroking his hardness, making it last until the moment of release would bring warmth flushing through him.

The next morning was a Saturday and Jim was up early to shoot some basketball in the park. His sister was still sleeping in, and his mother was at the kitchen table drinking coffee when he walked in wearing his long shorts and loose fitting jersey.