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My c***dhood was pretty great for the most part. When I was in middle school, my not parents perfect happy marriage

started falling apart. By the time Christmas break came around, my not mom was sleeping on the couch and they

fought all the time.

On Christmas, my not parents watched my not sister Allison and I open presents, and then my not dad left. He didn't

stay for lunch, he didn't go with us to our grandparents, nothing. He just left. The next morning, my not mom explained

that her and not my dad were separating and that he wouldn't be living with us anything. He didn't fight for custody,

and I only saw him a handful of times until I was an adult. He'd been having an affair for over 12 years and my not

mom finally figured it out. He abandoned us, wanted nothing to do with us, and refused to pay c***d support. My not

mom had to take on another job which meant she worked late, and left early.

Around that time, Allison got in the habit of sleeping in my bed. I wasn't sure when she'd crawl in bed with me, but I'd

usually wake up to her foot in my back or something, and instead of moving her, I'd go sleep in her bed.

She woke me up one night, both her cold feet were pushing on my back and damn near kicking me out of the bed. I

was 14 at the time, so I started to wake her up but decided against it, and went to her room. She'd wet the bed, which

explained why she got in mine. I would have just changed the sheets, but we didn't have any clean ones. I threw the

dirty ones in the washer and got in my not moms bed. I figured I'd go sleep on the couch or something once she got

home.

When my not mom got home, she didn't know I was in bed, and she just went straight to her bathroom. It woke me up,

but I didn't get out of bed. She went in the bathroom and started changing out of her uniform. She stripped off her

panties and bra, and put on one of those faux silk gowns. I got a little hard watching her, which was odd then because

I'd never been interested in my mom, but I guess it was just seeing a naked woman in person for the first time. Before

she got to the bed, I sat up and told her I was sorry, and explained what happened with Alli's bed and that I'd go sleep

on the couch.

"No, it's okay baby, you can sleep here tonight if you want." She climbed into bed, and quickly fell asleep without

saying any more about it.

The next morning I woke up with my not mom snuggled into me, I was lying on my back and she had one arm across

my chest. I almost woke her, but I liked it too much. It felt, really nice. I lay there hoping my morning wood would go

down before she woke up, but the feeling of her warm body next to me was making it incredibly difficult. I easily

worked my way out from under her arm, and headed to the bathroom. I jacked off in the shower, half thinking about my

not mom and half about girls at school. I felt sick doing it, honestly. I tried to shove it out of my mind, and got dressed

for school. By the time I was out of the bathroom, Allison was already awake and getting ready.

She came up to me in the hallway, sniffling, and said, "I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to," and I hugged her

and told her it was okay. She said it wasn't because she was too old to still be wetting the bed, and I told her not to

worry about it. It rarely happened anymore anyways, and she'd been through a lot.

Normally we carpooled to school with a neighbor, but not my mom said she'd take us. She dropped us off at school,

and before I got out of the car, she grabbed my arm and asked if we could talk. Allison went on into school.

"Don't feel bad about last night, I don't mind if you sleep in there. I don't know why Alli keeps taking over your bed, but

if it ever happens again, don't worry about it." I told her I was sorry again and she just waved her hand a little and said

it was fine, then kissed me on the cheek and said, "It was nice having company, now have a good day at school."

That night, Alli didn't kick me out of my bed, so I didn't have a reason to be in not my moms. I thought about it, though,

and I kind of wanted to see her naked again.

It was a few weeks before I got the chance. We lived on the East coast, which meant we got hit pretty badly by

hurricanes. It was a really windy, rainy night and Alli was still sort of afraid of thunderstorms (though I think she used

this as an excuse then to not sleep alone) so I agreed to let her stay in my room. Not mom had gotten off earlier that

night, I remember hearing her come home, but Alli was actually curled up in the corner of my bed instead of sprawled

over it so I didn't get up right away. I lay in bed thinking about what excuse I would have to get in my not moms bed,

and then decided to go for it.

I snuck into her room and she was already asleep. I lay down in bed beside her and she mumbled something about

me not being able to sleep, and dozed back off. I fell asleep pretty quickly, too, because it was nice just lying beside of

her.

The next morning was a Saturday. I remember because we slept in kind of late, and we didn't have school. My not

mom worked Saturday nights but had nothing of a morning.

I woke up before not my mom, and realized she was naked. She was lying on her side, but the sheet had slipped

down and I could really only see her back.

My not mom was average, honestly. She wasn't overweight, but she had birthed two c***dren so she wasn't exactly fit

and slim like she was in her twenties. She was short, about 5'1", with shoulder length reddish blonde hair. Her entire

back was covered with tiny little freckles, and she wasn't exactly tan, but definitely not "pale redhead" by any means.

Of course I was already hard when I woke up, and seeing her naked almost made my dick hurt. I lay down on my

back, with my head turned so I could still see her. I rubbed my dick through my boxers, but made sure I was quiet so I

could hear if she woke up. She rolled over onto her back and I could very clearly see her breasts and nipples. Her

breasts weren't very big, maybe a C, though I didn't know bra sizes then. Her nipples were a lighter shade of brown,

which struck me as odd then because I thought nipples were only pink from what I had seen in porn. They were still

beautiful, though, and I was dying to touch them.

I kept jacking off, not too fast, because the last thing I wanted was to wake her up and get caught. I felt myself getting

close to cumming so I stopped and jumped out of bed. I headed to the bathroom to finish myself, because I certainly

didn't want to cum all over my not mom’s bed. Well, I did, but not without her permission.

When I got out of the bathroom, my mom was taking a shower in hers. Alli was still fast asleep in my bed, and I didn't

see a reason to wake her up yet.

When my not mom finally came out of her room, she looked kind of nervous and almost like she was avoiding me. She

asked if she could make me anything for breakfast, and then started making pancakes. I sat down at the table, just

watching her cook. My attraction to her was definitely getting stronger, but I was young, and had next to nothing in

terms of experience with girls. All I knew was that I really wanted to get naked with her.

She asked me to wake Alli up, and before I left the kitchen, she said, "Wait, I want to talk to you."

I sat back down and she came over and sat next to me. "Did you sleep in my room last night?" she asked. I nodded,

sheepishly, waiting for her to get angry.

She could tell I was uneasy, and she placed her hand on top of mine. "It's okay, Caleb. I don't mind. Just next time tell

me, or knock first, so I can put on some clothes, please? I feel horrible."

It never occurred to me that she didn't know I was in there. She apparently didn't remember waking up and asking me

why I couldn't sleep. I told her I was sorry, and then lied and said I didn't notice she was naked.

"It's fine honey, you and Allison are welcome to stay in my room if you don't feel comfortable being alone, but it's also

not appropriate for me to not have my pajamas on."

I was pretty let down, thinking I'd never see her naked again.

I didn't go back in her room for a while after that, and Allison stopped coming to my room altogether.

By the time I was 16, I was still very much attracted to not my mom, and masturbated thinking about her regularly.

Allison was 13 then, but could have easily passed for 18 when she wore make up. Her friends were the same way,

and it was hell for me every time she'd bring one over. I'm not sure why, but all of her friends tried to flirt with me or

would hug me or want me to play truth or dare with them. I avoided them as much as possible.

Allison was having a sleepover one night, and since our rooms were right beside each other, the constant giggling and

squealing of her and her friends kept me up. I went to the livingroom and watched TV. I was still up when not my mom

came home. She walked in, took her shoes off, and sat down on the couch beside me.

"Hey honey, girls keeping you up?" she giggled as she sunk down in the couch. I nodded. My not mom then

suggested we watch a movie or find something on TV. It was late, but she said she missed spending time with me.

She snuggled up to me, and rested her head on my shoulder.

I can't remember what we were watching, because we both fell asleep pretty quickly. By the time I woke up,

infomercials were playing. My not mom had slipped down from my shoulder to my chest and I had my arm around her.

She looked so beautiful, even though she still had her uniform on and not much make up left. I immediately got hard,

and started worrying about how I could wake her up without her noticing it.

I moved my arm from underneath her and scooted away a little. She didn't wake up, and as much as I hated leaving

her asleep on the couch, I really wanted to go jack off. I went to my room, and couldn't hear any noises coming from

my sister’s room, so I shut the door and took my clothes off. I didn't even bother with porn.

Kind of ashamed to admit this, when I was younger, I didn't really get much privacy since my bedroom door had no

lock. Alli liked to walk in unannounced a lot so I usually jacked off in the shower. Basically, I got used to standing up or

sitting when I came, so laying down felt unnatural to me then. I sat down in my desk chair and started jacking off. All I

could think about was how warm my not mom felt lying beside me, and how it felt to have her head on my chest. I

thought about her naked, and how I wanted to feel her hands around my dick. I still didn't really fantasize about

fucking her, mostly just her body or her sucking something or me.

Just as I was about to cum, my not mom knocked on my door. It took everything in me to keep everything from coming

out of me when she opened the door. Sadly, I didn't have time to grab any clothes so when she walked in; I was still

sitting in the chair with my hands covering my junk.

"Oh shit, OOOOH shit, honey, I'm so sorry!" my not mom almost cried when she realized what she was looking at. She

immediately slammed the door and I could hear her rush down the hallway.

I didn't know what to do. I grabbed my boxers, opened the door, peaked out and made sure no one was around, and

dove into the bathroom to finish myself. I came harder than I ever had, and immediately felt like shit when I realized

my mom had seen me jacking off. I stayed in the bathroom for a while, afraid to come out in case I ran into her.

The next morning I slept in late, and when I got up Alli had left to go stay at one of her friends houses. I didn't like this

because it meant I might have to be alone around my mom. I sat down on the couch and started playing a game. My

not mom came in a little later and sat down next to me. She asked me to put the controller down and talk to her.

"Caleb, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have opened the door on you. I keep forgetting how old you are, and I'm

sorry."

I didn't say anything, and she scooted closer to me and put her arm around me.

"Please don't feel ashamed. You didn't do anything wrong. Everyone does it." She laughed at the last part, which

made me feel a lot better, but I still felt so fucking guilty.

I told her thanks but she didn't get up.

"It's really okay, honey. You know, it could have easily been the other way around," she laughed again and I was

definitely listening now.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She looked at me nervously and giggled again.

"Like I said, everyone does it. I haven't been with anyone since your not dad, what else am I supposed to do?" She

was laughing really hard now, but still awkwardly.

I hadn't been with many girls then, and the times I had had sex, the girls never seemed to enjoy it. I still, then, believed

that girls weren't really into sex like guys was, and I had no knowledge of the female orgasm. So... I was dumbfounded

that women actually masturbated. I knew what sex toys were because of porn, but I thought they were only used in

porn. Definitely not by 40 years old moms, right?

Now I had a new fascination. I had to either find my not moms sex toys, or catch her masturbating. I had to. It was all I

thought about. I started listening through her door once she'd get home from work, I snooped through her drawers in

the nightstand, the dresser, in her closet, in the bathroom, fucking everywhere, trying to see what my mom used to get

herself off. When I was home alone, I was hunting.

The day finally came when I came home from school early. It was a half-day, so my not mom had only been gone for a

few hours. My mom usually came home around 4 to change into her uniform for her other job, but Alli and I were never

home for it because the bus didn't drop us off until 4:30. Alli told me she was going to a friends house down the road,

and I quickly headed into my room, got ass naked and pulled up some porn. When I was done, I started looking

through my not mom’s closet. I noticed she hadn't put her dirty clothes in the laundry or made up her bed. I wasn't

really into the panties thing, but I liked looking at them and seeing what sexy things my not mom owned. I sat down on

her bed and heard something hit the floor.

It was a vibrator (rabbit vibe to be exact, but I had never heard of those) and I was instantly hard again. My not mom

had used it that morning and left it out. Holy shit, was all I could think, to my horny 16-year-old brain, it was the fucking

jackpot. I don't know why I was so mesmerized by this, but it was proof that my not mom did get horny and, well, I

wondered if she ever thought about me.

I came up with a new plan.

When my mom got home to change, Alli was still MIA. I met her in the kitchen.

"Hey, I went ahead and put your dirty clothes in the washer. How was work?" I asked.

"Thanks, honey. Didn't have time this morning." I bet you didn't... I thought to myself.

She messed around in the kitchen for a few minutes, and finally, I asked, "Uhh... can I ask you something?" She shook

her head yes, and I retreated back to her bedroom. She followed me.

I picked up the vibrator that I had left lying on the bed. "What is this?" I asked, as innocently as possible.

"Why do you have that? Why did you look under my mattress?" It never occurred to me to look under the goddamn

mattress.

"I didn't... it was laying beside the bed when I got the laundry. I'm sorry, I didn't.." I was trying so hard to play it in my

favor.

"No, no, no.. It’s okay." she cut me off. "Sorry honey. Remember when we talked about privacy and the thing I told you

was okay to do because everyone does it?" I nodded.

"Well... it's like that. Sometimes women don't use their hands like men do. Does that make sense?" I nodded again.

It was killing me that my not mom really believed I had never seen a vibrator. Technically, I had never seen one like

hers, but I knew what it was.

"But what's that for?" I asked, pointing to the little rabbit ears on top.

"Shit... Fine, okay," she hesitated, "Women are made differently, you know that. Sometimes women need a little 'extra'

to get them there. You can't just shove something in a hole and expect anything to happen. Women have a clitoris; it's

a little bump above the vagina. It's extremely sensitive, and if you learn how to treat it the right way, you'll make some

woman very, very happy."

I really, really hoped that woman would be her. I knew what a clitoris was, technically. I didn't know they were that

much fun, or that woman wanted to be touched there. Explained why my ex's didn't really enjoy sex. I had no fucking

idea what I was doing then.

Aside from realizing my not mom got horny, something else changed, too. I felt more comfortable around her. She was

easier to talk to. I didn't feel ashamed for masturbating anymore and I felt like maybe one day I could open up to her.

That night, Alli called and said she was staying with a friend. It was a Friday so I knew mom would okay it.

I slept in my not moms bed that night, waiting on her to get home. I heard the door open and tried to fake-sleep and be

as quiet as possible when she walked into her room. She started stripping down before she made it to the bathroom.

She turned the light on, and I could see her perfectly. God... she was gorgeous to me. I watched her unhook her bra,

and shimmy out of her underwear. She picked up a t-shirt and put on some new panties. They were black with little

white polka dots. She stepped back into the bedroom and looked toward me.

"Shit, Caleb?" she whispered. I tried not to move, so she'd think I was sleeping. "What are you doing in here? Caleb?"

she whispered again. I had my eyes closed and didn't open them until I heard her feet hit the tile in the bathroom. I

watched her take her t-shirt off again. She started to pull her panties off, but hesitated and left them on.

What is she fucking doing, I thought. Why did she get naked again? She shut the light in the bathroom off and I closed

my eyes tight again. I heard her walk to the bed, and suddenly, I felt her pull the covers back and climb in.

Holy fucking shit, my not mom knew I was in here and got naked anyway. I could feel her body heat radiating toward

me, and all I wanted to do was get closer to her.

I couldn't fall asleep. No way.

I laid there for probably an hour or more waiting to see what would happen. Just as I was about to doze off, my not


mom rolled over and put her arm over my chest.

I was stunned. Terrified to move, afraid she'd wake up and move away from me. My arms were close by my side and I

could feel her nipple on my arm. My dick was throbbing, and I had no idea what I could do.

I was so tired and so horny, but I knew if I fell asleep I might miss something. I stayed awake as long as I could, and

finally when I was satisfied that she wasn't going to flip back over or freak out, I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to her pulling herself off of me. She was putting on her shirt by the time I opened my

eyes.

"Caleb, what the hell?" she asked. She sounded angry but even I could tell it wasn't real.

I looked at her, confused, and asked what she meant.

"You know what I mean! I told you, you couldn’t do that, Caleb. Just can't. You're too old to sleep in here, and it's not

appropriate."

I was kind of angry. She knew I was in bed and she was the one who took her shirt off. Fuck it.

"I'm sorry, your beds just bigger and I thought you'd wake me up. Why didn't you wake me up anyway?"

"I didn't know you were in here, Caleb! I'm too tired when I get home and I usually just pass out in bed. Jesus christ, I

asked you not to do that."

I didn't want to argue with her, because I knew she had seen me, why else would she have said my name?

She left the room and so did I. When I got to the kitchen, she was pulling clothes out of the dryer.

"I have to pick up Allison. I'll be back later." She was snappy. My not mom usually wasn't. She was mostly calm and

collected, with a warm smile and a voice that made you want to be rocked to sleep.

"Mom, wait... I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry." And I was, even though I had seen her take the shirt off, maybe I was

reading it wrong, or maybe she was too tired to notice. I didn't want her to be mad at me anymore.

"Caleb, baby, it's okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It would... well, it would be really bad if Alli walked in on that, or

something. It wouldn't look right."

She came over and hugged me, resurrecting my boner, but I tried to ignore it. She hugged me a bit tighter and it was

impossible for her to not have noticed how hard I was. My mom was short, and I wasn't. She had to of felt my dick

poking into her belly button or something.

She pulled back from me and apologized again.

"NOT Mom?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She was folding clothes on the couch, and obviously looking for a certain piece of clothing.

"What.... well, what if I like sleeping in your room?"

She looked up at me, quizzically, like how a dog does when it hears an unfamiliar noise. I picked up a stack of clothes

and sat down beside her.

"I mean, what if I like sleeping in your bed or something?"

"Is there something wrong with yours? I guess you are a little too big for a twin bed..."

"No, mom, no, not that-" I tried to cut her off, but she was ignoring me.

"Maybe... maybe Thursday we can go look at some beds.. hmm.. there might be an old queen frame in the

basement..." Typical mom.

"No, seriously, just stop. I don't want a new bed. I mean that I like sleeping in your room, with you. It's... nice. I mean," I

tried to continue before she cut me off again.

"Caleb, no.. That’s not a good idea."

Her face was red, and she looked like she might cry. I didn't know what to do and suddenly hated myself for opening

my mouth.

"I'm sorry, I just... I like it. I don't like sleeping by myself and I can hear every noise Alli makes."

She shrugged, and put her head down into her hands, "I don't like sleeping alone, either honey. And I do like it, too.

But you're my son. It's not appropriate."

"It's just sleeping..." I responded, again, trying to sound innocent. She hesitated again, before telling me she'd think

about it. She sifted through the clothes again and picked up a pair of jeans. Before she left, she leaned down and

kissed me on the forehead.

I stayed in my room the rest of the night, afraid of confrontation and the awkwardness of it.

Things simmered down for a few days, and I tried to act as normal as possible. I loved my not mom, and I didn't want

to make her upset. Yet, I needed to see her, needed to feel her next to me again. My mom had changed, though, in a

good way. She was friendlier to me, talked to me more like an adult. She started letting me drink beer as long as

Allison wasn't home and we'd stay up late talking on the couch. During, it never got inappropriate and I never tried to

do anything with her. She opened up to me; I got to know her as a woman instead of just my not mother.

By the time summer came around, my mom had helped me get a job working in a car lot. Her best friend from high

school ran it with her husband, and they wanted someone to wash their cars. The job sucked. My mom had quit her

second job because she'd gotten longer hours, so instead of coming home at 2 in the morning, she came home

around 6. It was nice to have family dinners again.

One Friday night, I got home a little later than usual. Not Mom and Alli had already eaten dinner. Normally I would

have spent Friday nights with my girlfriend, but we'd broken up the week before and I was still a bit bummed over it.

She was the 3rd girl I'd had sex with, and I'd taken my not moms advice about making her feel good, too. Didn't really

work, her parents were overbearing and made her stop seeing me once they found out we were having sex. When I

got home, my not mom was sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and what looked like a pair of my Spiderman pajama

bottoms. She patted the couch cushion and asked me to sit down.

"Hope you don't mind," she said, pulling at the pajama pants, "I forgot to get the clean clothes out and they smelled a

little funny so I'm rewashing them... these were clean, though!" she giggled. Ooh, god, I thought, she's drunk. Okay,

she wasn't drunk, but tipsy. I asked where Alli was and she said she went to the movies with some friends and was

spending the night with another girl.

"You want a beer, baby?" she asked as she stood up, heading toward the kitchen. I told her sure. When she came

back, we talked a little about work. She stretched out on the couch and put her feet in my lap.

"You know what fucking day it is?" She asked. It was rare for my mom to say 'fuck', she usually stuck to 'shit' and

'damn' but only if she was flustered and then it was kind of cute. This time, it was anger. I told her no, I didn't.

"It's our goddamn anniversary... well, it would be. Ha, nineteen years today. Doesn't seem possible." It hadn't really

occurred to me how young my mother was when she married my dad. She was 21 when they married, had turned 40

that year, and hated every bit of it. It took a lot of encouragement from Alli and I to even get her out of bed some

mornings. To me, she was the most gorgeous woman in the world.

I told her I was sorry, and started rubbing her feet a little. She squirmed at first, and then sighed, "Thanks, baby... feels

good..." I had to hold my breath, she looked so sexy with my pants on, her hair in a ponytail and her t-shirt that was

tight in all the right places. I could easily see she wasn't wearing a bra, and could make out her nipples poking into the
shirt. Her feet were lying in my lap, and one of her heels was just slightly pressed against my crotch. And what do you

know, boner.

I started to move her feet from my lap, but she twisted her foot to where she was almost cupping my boner with it. I'm

not a feet guy. Not really anyway. I know what sexy feet are, but I won't go out of my way to touch them if I don't have

to. My mom, was different. I'd do just about anything to touch her, even if it was just her feet.

We talked some more, about not dad, him cheating; all the while I was massaging her feet. Finally, she sat up and

went to the kitchen. She came out with a bottle of Jim Beam, and a small glass.

"I think I need the big guns tonight, Caleb," she began as she sat down, "No judgement, got it?" She poured a little in

the glass and threw it back.

My mom returned to her original position and asked me to keep going; as she wiggled her cute little toes at me. Her

toenails were painted red, and she had the softest feet in the world. I hadn't really felt anyone’s feet then, except for

mine, and mine were rough and calloused, so it was definitely new.

She kept drinking, until finally she said she was ready for bed. She had a hard time standing up, so I helped guide her

to her room. She kept falling into me and laughing, and then would say, "I'm sorry and start laughing all over again.” I'd

never seen her that drunk, but it wasn't bad.

As soon as we got to her room, she pulled the pajama pants she was wearing down, revealing the same black polka-

dotted panties she was wearing the other time. I stood in the doorway, watching her. "Whoooops," she said, as she

stumbled toward the bathroom. "Close your eye’s," she mumbled, and I just replied "Yeah, right."

Of course I didn't close them. She pulled the t-shirt up over her head, and turned around, her eyes meeting mine.

"Caleb... what did I just tell you?" she giggled, but her nervousness was showing through.

"I don't know, not mom. You're drunk, do I have to listen to you now?" I k**ded. She smirked at me and we just stared

at each other. My eyes kept wandering from her breasts to her eyes, and if her eyes had been looking down, she

would have seen how hard I was.

She started walking toward me, and at first I was scared she was going to snap out of drunken not mom and turn into

pissed off mom, but she didn't. She slinked closer to me, her breasts jiggling with every step. Finally, she was about a

foot away from me, and she extended her arms.

"Come here, baby," she whispered as she motioned for me to hold her. I stepped forward, feeling her warm arms wrap

around my sides. Her head came to just my shoulder, and I could feel her breasts pressing against me. How I didn't

bust a nut right then, "Goodnight," I said as I kissed the top of her head. I wanted her, bad, but not like this. She was

drunk, and sad, and most of me knew she wasn't coherent enough to realize she was rubbing her naked body against

her not sons. I started to pull away from her, but her grip tightened.

"No, Caleb, no.. stay here tonight?" she looked up at me.

She led me to her bed, and we got underneath the covers. At first, I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling wondering

what the fuck was happening, while she laid there curled into a ball, facing me. Suddenly, I felt her hand slide up my

shirt. She rubbed my chest, playing with what chest hair I did have. Every so often, her hand would creep farther

down, past my belly button but stopping before she reached my pants.

Her hand eventually stopped moving and I could hear tiny snores coming from her. Fuck, I blew it, I had a chance and

I didn't do anything.

I woke up a few hours later, my not mom still passed out hard. She was still in my arms, one hand under my shirt, and

her head nestled under my arm. I scooted out from under her and stood up. I didn't want to wake her up, but it was

uncomfortable as hell, no matter how sexy it was. She mumbled something, and rolled over onto her side. I hesitated

for a second, before pulling my shirt over my head and taking my pants off so that I was only wearing my boxers.

Decisions. I had too many of them. I could go to my room and ruin any chance of this happening again, or I could get

back in bed, almost naked, with her, and also ruin any chance of this happening again if she regretted everything in

the morning. Obviously I chose the latter, because I needed to feel her next to me again.

I climbed back in bed, and lay down. Finally, I held my breath and rolled over onto my side as well. I moved closer to

her, until there was only an inch or so between us, and I exhaled. I was terrified she'd scoot back and feel my cock,

which was determined to poke its way out of my boxers. I just didn't want her to be mad at me.

Eventually, I pressed myself against her, and pulled her back into my arms. My cock was throbbing, and I kept moving

my hips trying to find a comfortable place to put it. I gave up finally, and pushed my hips forward so that my cock was

pressing right on her ass. I immediately regretted that decision, because all I wanted to do was cum. I wanted to fuck

her, I wanted to hear her moan like women in porn did. I just fucking wanted her.

But she was still my not mother, and there were still many boundaries and hoops I needed to jump through before any

of that could ever happen. I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to sleep. Holding her that night would have to be

enough. To be continued