Mothers Comfort

The first time I really noticed my mother as a woman was when I was thirteen and mom was twenty nine. We were getting ready for bed. I had already undressed, turned off the light and got in bed. Mom usually went into the bathroom, closed the door, took a shower and changed into a long t-shirt for bed. This time she did not close the door completely when she went in. I looked across the bed and saw that I could see her in the mirror. She took her dress and slip off and laid them down on the side of the tub. She stood there looking at herself in the mirror, running her hand up and down on her stomach. She took both hands and lifted her breasts in her bra. That was when I noticed I was getting an erection. Up until this moment she had been just “mom”. Mom looked hot. She was not overweight like some of my friend’s moms. She was hot. She was around 5’ 6” and I would guess 110 lbs. I was about to look away when she reached behind her to take off her bra. I felt funny watching but I could not take my eyes off of her. Once her bra was off she dropped it on top of her dress and then reached down and took off her panties. I had never seen pubic hair before. I didn’t think my friend Jimmy’s Playboy magazine should count.

Mom’s hair was light blond and formed a neat little triangle. I pulled my eyes away and looked back up to her breasts. They were just a bit on the small side but she had large nipples. I knew I was staring and should stop before she turned and caught me. Mom then reached over, closed the door and started the shower she took each night before bed. When she was finished she came back into the bedroom wearing her night t-shirt over her panties and got into bed.

Even at my age I knew that most sons did not sleep in the same bed with their mothers. It started right after my dad died. I was just six. We had to move from the house we rented to a one bedroom apartment. Mom had the bedroom and I slept on the sofa in the front room. I was so sad with dad gone that I would wake up crying at night. After a couple of days mom had me come in and sleep with her. That helped and after a few days the crying stopped. For whatever reason, year after year, we just never changed and I continued to sleep with mom. In fact, for several years, starting at that time, I would periodically climb on mom and fall asleep on her.

As I lay there, the more I thought about mom naked in the bedroom, the more I wanted that closeness of lying on top of her. I did not know much about sex at the time and did not realize it was my half-hard dick thinking for me. I turned over and put one arm across mom’s body. At first she thought I was just going to kiss her goodnight. But I continued turning over. I put one knee between hers and she spread her legs apart.

Mom put one hand on my shoulder to stop me, asking, “What are you doing Bobby”?

I continued moving over on top of her. “Mom, I just felt the need to be close to you like we used to do”. By that point I was on top of her with both of my legs between hers. As I had moved between her spread legs she had lifted her knees up along my thighs and then dropped them down towards the bed. That was something she had not done before. Usually I just laid there with my legs on top of hers. This was much more comfortable.

Mom seemed a bit alarmed. “Honey, you are really too old for this”.

With a little sound of pleading in my voice I replied, “Oh, please mom? We have not done this in a long time. I don’t see you much any more and I just wanted to be close to you”.

“Well okay, for a little while. Then we should get some sleep. I have a long day tomorrow”.

I laid my head on her shoulder. I could feel one of her nipples getting harder against my neck. I squirmed around like I was trying to get comfortable on her just so I could feel it better. And that had the effect of making my cock harder. I tried to relax to make it go away before mom noticed but it was too late. I could feel the head pushing up between mom’s legs against her panties. I thought if I don’t move maybe she won’t know.