My Mommy's Good Boy

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Mom hesitated just a moment before inviting me to lay down with her. Victory! I slipped off my t-shirt, shoes and socks and crawled in next to her, turning on my side and opening my arms to her. How amazing when my mom slid over to me, entering my loving embrace, and lay with her body pressed to mine. My hands moved up and down my own mom's back, rubbing, caressing, and even gently scratching her back.
For her part, one hand went to the back of my head, her fingers in my hair as she held me close. Nothing had happened that wasn't innocent nor socially acceptable, but the position of our bodies and the proximity to the object of my love, lust and desire made me react physically. I grew hard, and my erection pressed against my mother's thigh. I wanted to rub against her, but felt that would be too big a bite. Mom didn't say a word, but eventually did move her thigh just a bit, creating a delicious friction between her leg and my swollen cock. Yes! Mom could feel my cock pressed against her, and she had gone with her instincts as a woman, not as a mother.
My hands grew bolder, tracing patterns further down her back, almost down to her ass. Suddenly, mom chose then to decide to go to sleep, and with a soft, lingering kiss on my mouth, she rolled over for sleep. She hadn't asked me to leave, so I rolled toward her, my hand on her hip, not moving. I would stay until she fell asleep, I told myself. When I heard her breathing deepen and grow regular, I knew she was asleep.
Oh, the sexy, wicked things I thought. My lovely, sexy mother was there, asleep and vulnerable. I realized that I might be able to touch her as I never had before. I patiently bided my time, letting her go deeper into her sleep cycle. I slid my hand from her hip to her ass, caressing one cheek. No grabbing, nothing that couldn't be interpreted as simple motion, rather than groping. For all she would know, if she woke, I might simply be moving in my sleep. Not a move from her! I again caressed her ass, this time sliding my hand down to the bottom of her impressively firm cheek, cupping where ass became leg.
My breathing was shallow, I was getting so aroused! Here I was, lying next to my own mom and fondling her ass. And I wanted more -- so much more! I was on a complete high from the excitement and danger of violating my mother in her sleep! I returned my hand to her hip, feeling her move as she breathed. Still steady and deep. I ran my hand up her side, the tips of my fingers caressing the side of her breast. She stirred a bit, and her breath seemed to catch. I stopped immediately, and forced myself to imitate the deep breath of sleep.
No sense mom knowing that I was feeling her up in her sleep. Only the rock-hard erection in my shorts would give lie to my innocence. Not like mom was likely going to look for that kind of evidence, though. More's the pity, I thought. I lay there long enough that, eventually, I too fell asleep, my hand still on my mother's body, only the thin nightgown separating our skin-to-skin intimate contact.
The years in the Army had made me a light sleeper. It was important to be aware of any threat at all times, so the slightest change in noise, even, would bring me quickly to full awareness. I'm not sure exactly what brought me around. Maybe it was the change in mom's breathing, or the barely noticeable shifting of the bed. More likely it was that my mom's nightgown-clad ass was pressing up against my shorts-covered cock, which was well on its way to full hardness.
I continued to breathe as though I were still asleep as I came to the realization that mom's breathing was shallow and rapid. Could the shifting of the mattress mean that my dear mother was doing something 'wrong'? Could she be playing with her pussy as she pressed her ass back against my cock? This was delicious!
Occasionally, mom's ass would flex, as though her cheeks were trying to pull the length of my cock in between them. No doubt, now. Mom thought she was violating me the same way I had violated her! I didn't want to do anything to spook her, and besides, I wanted her to associate me with memories of being sexually aroused and satisfied.
I lay motionless, though I wanted with every fiber of my being to roll over on top of her and let us go crazy on each other. But no. Mom was skittish, probably at the extreme limit of her comfort zone, and I didn't want to risk missing out on what I was now sure this would eventually lead to. I simply lay still, letting mom do whatever she wanted to me.
Eventually, she tensed up, her body trembling as half a dozen small gasps escaped her lips. My own dear mother had just gotten off, and had used me to help! I don't think my own orgasm would have brought me more satisfaction in that moment.
I stayed in bed with mom all that night, but didn't allow myself to so much as touch her again. The next morning, I let her get up first, pretending to be asleep. I could hear her start coffee, then went out to the kitchen to greet her before she had the benefit of caffeine to bring her fully awake.
"Good morning, mom. How did you sleep?" I asked, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist as she stood at the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish. I pushed close to her, my crotch to her butt, imitating our position from the night before. "I slept great," I continued, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist and pressing my cock more firmly against her backside. "I had a really good time, too."
"What do you mean?" mom asked nervously. I turned her around in my arms so we were face to face and kissed her with intent. A small kiss followed by another, and yet another. Each time pulling her lip between mine, and finishing with the tip of my tongue briefly lighting against her lip. She was standing with her back pressed against the counter, and couldn't move away if she'd wanted to.