SHARING A BED WITH MY SON

"Quit complaining," I said for the tenth time. "Neither of us is happy about this, but it is what it is."

"I still think I'd be more comfortable in the car," Dominic said.

"I don't want you sleeping in the car," I whispered. "You'd have to move it out into the driveway to run the AC, and this isn't the safest neighborhood. Besides it's just one night."

"Good," he said. "Since we're staying the night in an unsafe neighborhood, at least we're making it easier on any potential murderers by being the same room so he can get us both at once."

"Don't worry," I teased him. "I'll fight him off and you can complain to him about the heat."

"It couldn't be much hotter in the car with it parked in the garage than it is in here," he complained. "And it wouldn't be so crowded."

"Look on the bright side," I told him with a grin. "You can tell all your friends that you slept with an older woman."

"I'll be a hero as long as they don't find out it was my mom," he laughed. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" I asked, squirming on the thin mattress while I tried to get comfortable.

My son Dominic and I were sprawled out on a sleeper sofa with some pillows and a king-sized sheet.

We had come to help my older sister sell her house and move into a tiny one-bedroom apartment. Most of her stuff had been moved, except for the furniture that she was leaving behind to donate, and several boxes of books and junk that she'd saved for me to go through.

My son and I had loaded what I wanted to keep into my SUV and donated the rest, but because of a terrible rainstorm had decided to stay the night before hitting the road for home.

Unfortunately, there was some sort of convention in town and finding hotel rooms had been impossible. We couldn't even find a room to share.

My sister was spending the first night in her new place and had told us that if we could make do with the sleeper sofa, we were welcome to it.

Unfortunately, the air conditioner in her house no longer worked. It was due to be replaced next week, but that wasn't doing us any good on this rainy and humid summer night.

We'd borrowed pillows and the sheet from my sister and decided to make the best of it, the two of us spread out on the unfolded sleeper sofa, the only light in the room coming from the streetlight outside.

"Unless I mention that we slept together to Brian," Dominic said. "He wouldn't be freaked out. He'd be insanely jealous."

"Jealous?" I asked.

I was pretending to be surprised, but I was secretly pleased. Brian was Dominic's best friend, and I'd been catching him staring at me a lot lately.

He seemed to go out of his way to spend a lot of time out on our back deck whenever I was in the pool. More than once I'd caught him shifting around to try to hide his erection.

"Brian has a huge crush on you," Dominic said. "He'd give anything to trade places with me."

"So maybe I'll tease him and tell him I slept with a twenty-five-year-old," I laughed. "That ought to fuel his masturbatory fantasies for a while."

"Oh thanks mom," said Dominic. "Tonight wasn't awkward enough until my own mother mentioned my friend masturbating."

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed about that subject," I said. "Not after all the semen-soaked towels I've picked up off the floor of your room."

"Oh you're one to judge," he laughed. "I know that's not an electric toothbrush I hear humming in your room every night. No one moans like that just from clean teeth."

"Fair enough," I laughed. "Let's call a truce then. Neither of us will mention masturbation again tonight, and neither of us will masturbate tonight."

"Jeezus Mom!" Dominic blurted out. "I assumed that was a given!"

"I'm sharing a bed with someone with a perpetual erection who never clears his search history," I teased. "Just trying to establish some boundaries."

"I'm just a curious young man with a healthy body," he proclaimed in mock defense. "Don't judge."

"No judgement here," I told him. "Although sometime remind me to ask you about the things you've watched on my laptop. When I was your age, I never masturbated to videos of lesbians peeing on each other."

"I fucking hope not," he said. "When you were my age, you were a parent."

We lay still in the dark room for a few minutes, and I was trying to decide how much of this conversation was just teasing back and forth, and how much Dominic might really be embarrassed or bothered by it.

We were usually pretty open with each other, and he shared my sarcastically dark sense of humor.

I eventually decided to give in to one of the personality traits of mine that he's teased me about several times over the years. My inability to let someone else have the last word.

"Parents get horny too Dominic," I whispered with a grin.

"About golden showers and lesbians?" he laughed.

"You don't know my life!" I teased. "Maybe I have some lesbian peeing fantasies."

"Well let me know if you ever decide to act them out at the house," he said. "I might want to get to know some of the participants. Or at least watch."

"Maybe my fantasies aren't about those two things specifically," I admitted. "But not all of my fantasies involve the missionary position in the dark."

"If any of them do involve lesbians just remember that both my birthday and Christmas are just around the corner," he said. "And I don't need more socks or another sweater."

"I'll get you paper towels and some lube," I giggled. "And you can get me batteries.

"Are you really that old and boring?" he asked. "Your fantasy is more batteries for your vibrator?"

"You couldn't handle one of my fantasies," I told him. "But it would make your peeing lesbians seem tame."

"On that note we should try to get some sleep," he laughed. "I'm not sure that laying in the dark swapping sexual fantasies with my mom is a good idea."

"Have it your way," I grinned.

I stretched out as best I could, waiting for almost thirty seconds before adding one final word.

"Coward," I whispered.

He laughed and squirmed around, looking for his own comfortable position.

"It's so fucking hot," he said, about ten minutes later.

"Shut up," I laughed. "At least you're not wearing a shirt. I'll never get to sleep like this."

I was wearing an oversized t-shirt that I sometimes slept in on cold nights. Normally I slept naked, but I had planned on being in an air-conditioned hotel room. Knowing that Dominic was in the bed next to me I'd kept my panties on too.

"Take if off it you have to," he said. "I promise not to look at your old lady boobs."

"Old lady boobs?" I laughed, smacking him in the arm. "I am far from an old lady. My breasts are amazing and a sight to behold."

"A sight to behold?" he laughed. "Who the hell told you that?"

"Well no one recently," I admitted with a grin. "But I certainly don't think I look old."

"Fine," he said. "I take it back. Take your shirt off so you can try to get comfortable, and I promise not to behold your breasts."

The idea of taking the shirt off did appeal to me. It was sweltering in the room, and I always slept better without anything on.

"It would be weird," I said tentatively.

"Weird?" Dominic asked. "What could possibly be weird about a twenty-five-year-old grown man sleeping in the same bed as his forty-five-year-old mother? This is the most normal thing in the world Mom."

"Don't look," I said, sitting up.

"Fine," he said.

I pulled the shirt over my head and lay back down, feeling slightly better in the hot room.

"You're not wearing a bra!" Dominic exclaimed after about thirty seconds.

"It's too hot for a bra," I told him. "And you said you weren't going to look anyway."

"Well I couldn't help it," he laughed. "I'd never forgive myself if I didn't at least peek."

"I hope you're satisfied," I told him, laughing along with him in the dark room.

I knew he was probably kidding, but I was still a little flattered.

"Oh I am," he said. "Your tits don't look a day over fifty."

I smacked his arm again and we laughed together.

"We need to try to sleep," I told him. "We have a long drive tomorrow."

"Agreed," he said.

We lay side by side, staring towards the ceiling, each of us with our own thoughts swirling around our heads.

~

I don't know how long I lay there, but I hadn't been able to get to sleep. In addition to thoughts of the long drive ahead of us tomorrow, the heat was definitely making things uncomfortable.

I had rolled onto my side about twenty minutes earlier, and without moving I opened my eyes, not wanting to risk waking Dominic up if he'd managed to fall asleep.

And in the dim light I saw that he had an erection.

Although I'm not sure that the word erection is sufficient to explain what I saw tenting the front of his boxers.

Because he wasn't just hard. He was totally and completely engorged, and as I stared, it appeared to throb ever so slightly.

Like me he hadn't planned on sleeping where anyone would see him, so he hadn't brought anything to sleep in. He was wearing only a pair of boxers.

His cock was tenting them perfectly, and they looked ready to tear open from trying to accommodate his arousal. I wondered how close his cockhead was to poking through the hole in the front of them.

I lay perfectly still and stared, wondering if he was asleep, or if he was awake and in aroused agony as he lay there unable to even touch his aching cock.

And as I watched, he reached down and squeezed himself. He didn't stroke, but he gave it a squeeze so hard I would have thought it painful, holding it for several seconds and then letting it go.

I couldn't help myself.

"Honey?" I whispered. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said, jerking in surprise and sitting up in an attempt to hide his cock. "I'm okay. Why?"

"You don't have to try to hide," I said softly. "I saw it. It doesn't bother me."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean for it to happen."

"You don't have to apologize," I told him. "I'm not offended. Erections happen."

He lay back down, and I saw that it hadn't diminished a bit.

"What caused it?" I asked him. "Did you have a dream?"

"No," he said. "I haven't been asleep yet. It's too hot. I was just laying here thinking."

"What were you thinking about?" I asked.

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Does thinking about nothing always make you so hard?" I giggled softly.

"Let's just say my mind was wandering and leave it at that," he said.

"Fair enough," I said.

We lay there for a few more minutes, and my eyes kept traveling back down his body to his cock, and I realized that I got a rush of pleasure every time I saw that it was still rock hard.

Eventually he reached down and gave it another squeeze, and my curiosity got the best of me.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered.

"No," he said. "It's uncomfortable, especially since it's unable to...you know...get out."

"Get out?" I asked.

"It's stuck in my boxers," he said. "The constant pressure on it just makes it worse."

"Oh," I said. "I guess that makes sense. Do you need to let it out?"

"I don't need to," he said. "I'll survive. It'll just keep me awake all night."

"So let it out," I told him, rolling onto my back. "It's pretty dark in here and I promise not to look."

"Mom," he said, "that's weird."

"No one will know," I said. "Besides it's a natural human body function."

He was still for several seconds, and then I felt him shift around before settling back against the mattress.

"Better?" I whispered.

"Maybe," he replied. "At least it feels better."

"Good," I said.

I rolled my eyes sideways to see if he was looking at me, and then glanced down at his cock, and almost gasped at the sight of it poking straight up in the air through the flap in the front of his boxers.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I lied. "Just trying to get comfortable."

"You looked at it," he laughed.

"I did not," I lied again.

"My fucking mother is a pervert," he said.

"Says the man with his boner out a mere twelve inches from his own mom," I teased. "Judge much?"

"I'm not judging but if you keep looking at it it'll just get harder," he said.

"Jeezus," I whispered. "You mean it can get even harder?"

"Well...yeah," he said. "Especially with a topless woman staring at it."

"I didn't stare," corrected him. "It was just a look."

"That's okay," he laughed. "I'm working hard not to stare at you."

"Should I cover up?" I asked.

"No," he said. "It's too fucking hot for that. I just need to think about something else."

"Does it usually go away on its own?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Well usually it doesn't have to," he said. "Most nights I take care of it."

"Oh," I said.

I hadn't thought of that, although I should have known. A good orgasm always helped me get to sleep.

After several more minutes, and several more subtle glances at the hard cock right next to me, I once again shifted on the mattress, trying to get comfortable in the oppressive heat.

"What if we open the window?" I asked. "I think the worst of the rain has passed, and if they're the double hung kind, we can open it at the top and let some of the wind in. At least the air will be moving, even if it's still hot air."

Dominic rolled off the bed and went towards the window, and in the light from the fluorescent streetlamp outside I could see a perfect outline of his body. And of his thick erection bouncing as he moved.

He grabbed the window latch and worked at it for a minute, and then lowered the top of the window about five inches.

"Let's see if that helps," he said, returning to the bed.

"It's not any worse," I said after a few minutes. "Maybe."

I closed my eyes and unsuccessfully willed myself to go to sleep. But instead, all I got were visions of Dominic's cock pointing lustfully at the ceiling as he lay beside me.

I tried to think of anything else, but my mind kept going back to what it would be like to feel the heat of him in my hand.

Or pressed against me.

Or dragging up my inner thigh as I spread my legs open.

Or pushing against my cunt as my slippery lips parted for him and then closed around him as he pushed into me all the up to the hilt.

"Fuck," I whispered.

"What's wrong?" Dominic asked.

"Just too hot to sleep," I lied. "I can't get comfortable."

I grasped the pillow and rolled over, drawing one leg up as I ended up almost face down on the bed.

"At least you can roll around," he chuckled. "If I tried that I'd break myself."

I lifted my head and glanced over my shoulder.

"Still?" I whispered.

"It's here to stay," he said dejectedly. "I'm just going to have to live with it."

"What if you...you know...took care of it?" I asked him.

"Took care of it?" he asked. "Do you mean...?"

"If it won't go away," I said, "then maybe you should...you know...relieve the pressure. Besides guys always sleep better after they...you know...ejaculate."

"Ejaculate?" he asked. "I'm not sure what's worse. My mother telling me to jerk off or my mother using the word ejaculate. And how do you know what happens to guys after they...do that?"

"Not all the orgasms of my life have happened from vibrators you know," I giggled. "I've encountered a few real cocks in all my years. And I won't say ejaculate any more if it bothers you so much. How about I say something like 'shoot your man gravy'?"

"That might be even worse," he laughed. "Where the hell did you hear that?"

"I read it on Literotica," I giggled.

I rolled over onto my back again and glanced down at him.

"That seriously looks uncomfortable," I said. "Isn't it a problem if it's that hard for too long? Like medically? Like those commercials for blue pills?"

"I don't think this would count," he said. "At least with those pills you can get some relief."

"So relieve it," I whispered. "If it's something you need to do, it's something you need to do. I won't tell anyone."

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said.

Despite his objection, his voice was filled with hope. Unless I missed my guess, my son wanted to jerk off.

And the truth was that I wanted him to as well.

"Oh get over it," I said. "You need to relieve the pressure, and it will probably help you sleep. One of us should get a few hours of rest."

"I just meant that it will...make a mess," he said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I hadn't thought of that."

I was thinking about it now though.

I was wondering what it would look like when he orgasmed.

Would it shoot out in several spurts?

Or in one powerful spurt followed by several dribbles?

What would it smell like?

What would my own son's semen taste like?

What would it feel like if it landed on my skin?

What would it feel like to have him come inside me, pumping his hot orgasm against my quivering cunt walls?

"Here," I said, pushing the top sheet towards him. "Do it onto this. We sure as hell won't get cold enough to cover up with it. And Aunt Kim said to keep it. So we can take it home and wash it or throw it away."

He took the sheet and unfolded it a bit, and draped it over his body so it covered his belly and thighs, with his hard cock sticking up uncovered.

He was looking over at me, and in the dim light I saw his eyes lock onto my breasts, and I got a sudden thrill from the realization that my son was about to make himself cum just a few inches away from me.

"Do you want to roll over?" he asked.

"Do you want me to?" I whispered, shocking myself. "I can stay like this. If you want."

Was I seriously offering my body as a visual masturbatory aid to my own son?

"If you want to," he said. "This will take a while."

"A while?" I asked. "You look like you're ready to pop."

"When it builds up like this it always takes a long time," he said. "And makes a huge mess."

He wrapped his hand over his cock and started to slowly milk it up and down, and I averted my eyes and purposefully looked at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry honey," I said softly. "I wish there was something I could do, but I guess I'll just leave you alone."

"If you stay like that," he said, "that will help. I like looking at your breasts."

"So the old lady boobs are working for you huh?" I asked with a grin.

"They're beautiful," he whispered.

I looked over at him then, and to my surprise our eyes locked.

"Thank you," I whispered.

I could tell by the rise and fall of his shoulder that he was stroking his cock in a slow and steady rhythm.

"Do you always stroke that slow?" I asked softly.

"I always start slow," he said. "The closer I get the faster I need to go."

"Okay," I said stupidly, wondering how many lines it would cross to tell him I teased my clit the same way.

He kept stroking and it suddenly occurred to me that I could see what he was doing a lot better if I sat up.

"Let me give you a better view," I said, sitting up. "To help you."

"Thank you," he said. "I love looking at your breasts. At all of you really. Your nipples look delicious."

I felt my belly tighten at that phrase, and I resisted the sudden urge to lean forward and push one of my tight nipples against his mouth.

"They're really sensitive when I'm horny," I whispered, blurting out the first thing that came into my mind.

"They're so stiff," he whispered. "They must really be sensitive right now."

"They are," I said, taking them in my hands and rolling each nipple so he could watch, pulling on them and feeling my cunt throb with need.

"Jeezus fuck," he said.

His hand started to move even slower, and I realized that he was savoring this experience. And for some reason that made me so horny that I almost moaned.

"Does that feel good?" I asked him, staring at his cock.

"Yeah," he said. "It's dry, but I'm so fucking hard that anything would feel good."

"What if I help?" I asked him in a hoarse whisper. "My hand is really soft."

Without waiting for an answer I reached over, and he let go of his cock as I wrapped my fingers around it.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, feeling my panties suddenly drench with my arousal. "That feels so hard Dominic."

"It feels good Mom," he whispered, his eyes wide.

It was so hard and hot in my hand that I just squeezed for a moment, wondering what I was doing, but knowing that I'd be unable to stop for anything.

And then instinct and need took over and I started to stroke him up and down, using the same slow rhythm he had been using, but squeezing my hand as I stroked down and loosening my grip as I pulled it up his shaft, watching his face contort with ecstasy.

I was staring into his eyes, my hand working up and down his cock, both of us panting in the hot room.

"That feels so fucking good," he groaned again. "It's driving me wild."

"Me too baby," I whispered. "it's making me horny."

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Don't be sorry," I replied. "I love to feel myself get wet down there. It feels so right."

"You're wet?" he groaned.

"Soaked," I whispered. "Your hard cock is making me that way."

"I wish I could help you Mom," he said.

"Do you mean it?" I asked him.

He nodded his head vigorously and I felt his cock jump in my hand.

"Can I make myself cum too baby?" I asked him, pushing my other hand into my panties.

"Do you want to cum on my cock?" he asked softly. "To ride me to your own orgasm?"

"I was going to use my fingers," I gasped. "But is that what you meant? For me to make myself cum on you?"

He took in several breaths, and I felt my clit pulse against my fingertip as I kept stroking him.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, please Mom. I want you to feel good too."

Without a word I let go of his cock and rolled back on my ass, pulling my panties off and straddling my own son. I grabbed his erection and lined it up with my clenching hole and pushed myself down onto him with a sob.

I pumped my body up and down on him, leaning forward and staring down at him as I took him into my body. He lifted his head and his mouth closed around one of my nipples, and I flexed myself around him and we both moaned.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned, his mouth still suckling at me as we fucked.

For several long minutes I ground my pelvis up and down on him, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way as I rolled my hips up and down.

I could feel him pushing against the innermost parts of my womanhood while his tongue and mouth worked on my breast, and I put my head back and moaned as loud as I could, shaking with lust and power and need.

Slow and steady we fucked, his hands on my hips and his mouth on my nipples, the only sound besides our labored breathing was the rhythmic squeaking of the metal sleeper sofa frame as my own son fucked up into me.

At last my pleasure reached a point where it couldn't grow any more, and I felt my body begin to tense with the inevitability of a powerful orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered.

"Do it," he urged. "Cum for me Mom."

Hearing him call me 'mom' triggered something deep inside me, and with a sudden scream my orgasm slammed into me like a wrecking ball.

Waves of pleasure exploded behind my clitoris as I fucked up and down as fast as I could, wailing uncontrollably as my pleasure took charge of my body.

On and on it pushed me, and I felt myself clenching and throbbing around his wonderfully thick and stiff cock as I screamed into the dark room, thrashing like I was possessed.

At last I collapsed forward and felt my perspiration slick body press against his, his chest hair matted with his own sweat.

He wrapped his arms around me and as if it was the most natural thing in the world he kissed me and I took his tongue into my mouth as I felt him flex his cock inside of me.

He fucked up into me and I gasped into his mouth, feeling my body respond to his urgent need.

I put my fingers to his cheek and licked his lips.

"I want you to cum too." I whispered, my lips against his. "I need your cum baby. Bad."

"Like this?" he asked softly, holding my hips as we rocked together and his cock throbbed inside me.

"Any way you want sweetheart," I whimpered. "I want it to happen however you want it to."

He rolled me over, and then he was on top of me, and I spread my legs wide and grabbed his shoulders, my cunt throbbing in anticipation of his orgasm.

If we'd been making tender love before, now we'd suddenly transitioned into passionate fucking.

He braced his weight on one arm and used his other hand to roll my nipple, and I moaned and pushed back at him as he began to pound against my body.

His engorged cock pushed in and out of me like a machine designed to teach my cunt a lesson, his whole length sliding against a tingling spot just inside my opening, while his cockhead kept pushing against the deepest parts of me.

His cock was expertly touching every nerve ending buried inside my cunt, and without thought I dug my nails into his shoulders and grunted with need.

"Oh fuck you can make me cum again," I gasped. "Just like this and I'll cum again!"

"Go ahead," he grunted. "Cum for me Mommy!"

I grabbed my breast roughly and pinched my other nipple as I fucked up at him. I stared into his eyes as I felt another orgasm building inside me, even more intense than my first one.

"I'm going to cum hard," I sobbed.

"Do it!" he said.

"Really fucking hard," I wailed. "What are you doing to me?"

"Do it!" he panted. "Cum again for me Mommy!"

"Really fucking....fucking.....oh god fuck me now!" I screamed. "Now! Now! Now! NOW! NOW!"

He railed his cock into me through the orgasm and my pleasure spun out into another explosion, two orgasms ripping through me in such rapid succession that I thought I might actually pass out.

Spots danced in front of my eyes and my head throbbed in time with my pounding heart, as his cock took me to an orgasmic high that I hadn't had in years.

And then he slowed down and lowered himself to my body, kissing my neck and holding my breast tenderly as I spasmed and shook beneath him, aftershocks rolling through my body that were so pleasurable that they were almost like orgasms all by themselves.

"Mom," he whispered with his lips on my ear. "I'm going to cum soon."

I rolled my hips and flexed my cunt around his hard prick.

"Cum for your mom," I begged. "I want your orgasm."

He started to fuck me again, no longer pounding against me, but fucking me with a steady pace that he wasn't in control of as his body's need for release took over.

"Just let it happen," I whispered, stroking the back of his head. "Whenever it happens just let go and fill me up."

"It's close," he groaned. "I can't hold it much more."

"Don't hold back sweetie!" I called out. "I need it. Mommy needs your cum! Fill me up!"

He grunted against my neck, and I felt his cock get even harder inside me as it filled with his cum, and then he screamed into my ear as I felt a flood of wet heat pulse down into my cunt hole.

Bolt after hot bolt of his semen pumped into me, and I felt a physical and emotional completeness that I'd never before experienced as we shared his pleasure.

He shuddered and gasped and flexed against me, and his cock kept cumming and cumming and we cried out together, each of us enjoying his spurting release. I felt him pulsing and jumping inside me, and I knew that I'd give anything to fuck him again after tonight.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He thrust into me a few more times before pulling his cock from my slippery hole and collapsing next to me.

I reached over and took his hand, feeling a warm dribble of his cum slide out of my cunt and trickle down my pussy lips towards the bed.

"Mom, I love you," Dominic said.

I looked at him and he was staring into my eyes.

"I love you too sweetheart," I whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I guess we broke your rule, didn't we?" he asked.

"What rule?" I asked back.

"About not masturbating in this bed?" he grinned.

"Neither of us really masturbated," I reminded him with a wink.

"I guess you're right," he chuckled.

We were quiet then for several minutes, both of us pleasantly sweaty and exhausted by our shared pleasure.

"Are you okay?" he asked, after a long pause.

"I'm very much okay," I told him with a smile. "I loved every moment of this. All of it. And I'm so glad we could take care of each other like this."

"Will we be able to do it again?" he whispered.

I had been wondering the exact same thing.

"I think we should," I told him. "I think we should get up, get dressed, put the last few things in the car and then drive for an hour or two. Once it gets light, we should stop for breakfast, find a hotel, check into a nice air-conditioned room and shower and sleep. And then fuck each other again."

He rolled against me and got between my legs, and I felt his rock-hard cock poke against my slippery cunt hole.

"I meant right now," he whispered.