SHARING BED WITH MY MOM

I'm sorry, sweety. This is the best I can do," said my mom with a guilty look on her face. I surveyed the small studio apartment. It was barely 15 feet wide and 20 feet across. It had a small kitchenette on one end and enough space for a single bed. My mom and I had moved a few times since my parents divorced, but even as my mom worked hard to get raises, the extra money seemed to be eaten by the limitless appetite of the real estate industry. I had started to supplement her income once I turned 18, but it was still tight.

"It's ok, mom. We've been in tighter spaces before," I said. We moved our bare furniture into the studio. One small dining table with two chairs. One queen sized mattress and bed. One small two seater couch. A TV. Yeah, that was pretty much it.

My mom and I had gotten used to sharing close quarters. We had learned to give each other privacy. We had also learned to take our clothes into the bathroom when we showered, so that we were dressed when we came out. My mom usually wore a robe after her shower to make it easier.

We had also learned to accept and give each other privacy at night. I would sometimes wake up to the sound of my mom touching herself. The bed would gently shake until I would hear a few sharp breaths as my mom climaxed. I would never let her know that I had heard her. I'm sure she has heard me rubbing one out at night. I've learned to masturbate almost silently. Still, she was a mom. I'm sure she didn't have to guess why she had to replace the tissue box on my side of the bed more frequently than hers, haha.

As we settled into the new apartment, the first night was strange. The neighborhood was different. New sounds, strange lights from outside. I laid in bed trying to get to sleep. I was about to get up and get myself a drink of water and a sleeping pill, when my mom shifted in her sleep.

She brought her knees up with the sheets creating a tent. It was usually what she did when she was about to start touching herself. I froze, not wanting to disturb her.

My mom spread her legs, opening up her crotch. She would usually then bring up her hand inbetween those spread knees and then get to business.

This time, her thigh nestled up against my legs. It was bare skin against bare skin and it sent a jolt of electricity through me.

I half expected her to recoil, but she kept her leg against my leg. The warmth was intoxicating and the hairs on my leg stood up. My cock had also started to pulse in response.

Then, instead of retreating into her space, my mom lifted her leg over my leg so that her leg straddled my legs.

Then, she started to touch herself. At first, it was a gentle stroking, but as she started getting into it, I could feel the muscles in her leg tense up and relax. It was a surreal experience to have my mom be practically straddling me as she was masturbating.

Soon, I could hear her breath get a little raggedy. I knew my mom's routine quite well and was familiar with how she reached a climax. What was different this time is that I could feel every single twitch in her thigh and glute muscles as she rode up to the top of the hill and climaxed in a flurry of contractions down to earth. It was the hottest thing ever.

My mom slowly moved her leg back to her side and her breath slowed back down to normal. Soon, she was fast asleep.

What had just happened?

The next morning, I was getting ready to work as my mom was already heading out the door to work. "Good morning, Sweety!" she said, with no change to her voice. I gave her a slightly awkward hug good bye. Maybe she didn't realize that I knew what she had done.

I was incredible horny that night, but I was a little too self conscious to try anything. The following night, I finally got the courage. I slowly pull my boxers down to my ankles and grasped my slowly hardening cock. I hesitated to make sure that my mom was fully asleep.

Just as I was getting ready to work on my dick, my mom shifted. She turned on her side and faced me. I turned and looked at her, and she seemed to be fast asleep. She mumbled again and then reached her hand over and around my waist to hug me. She pushed her knee up so that her leg was straddling my leg. Like yesterday, it was bare leg against bare leg, but I was also naked waist down and my right hand was mid grasp around my swollen penis.

My mom was blissfully unaware of my situation and she snuggled even closer, burying her face into my side. My cock twitched in both anticipation and despair as it looked like I wouldn't be able to finish what I was doing.

The clock seemed to tick slower and slower and time practically stood still. How will I be able to pull my boxers back up without her noticing?

My hand was still grasping my dick. I could also feel my mom's breasts pushed into my side. They were nice C cup breasts and I could tell from how soft they felt on the side of my arm that she wasn't wearing a bra.

It wasn't helping my situation. My dick quickly powered back up to becoming rock hard and throbbed in my hand.

My mom shifted a little and nuzzled her face into my bare chest. She loosened the arm that was hugging me around my waist and slid it down a little.

Down to where my boxers should have been, except that my boxers were down by my ankle now. She slid her arm down a little bit more until her palm was over my pubic hair and stopped.

My heart was pounding. My dick was throbbing. Time literally stood still.

Then, my mom's hand felt my pubic hair a little as if to evaluate what it was that she was touching.

I half expected her to sit up and give me a stern talking to. What had I gotten myself into?

Instead her hand opened up a little and she wrapped her hand around my hand that was grasping my dick. She gently moved my hand away and lovingly held my pulsing and throbbing dick in her hand.

No words were said.

No words needed to be said.

Slowly, she moved her hand up and down my rigid shaft and she moved her leg over further as she scooted up closer to me. Her pelvis was ground up onto my thigh. I could feel the prickliness of her pubic hair brushing up against my thigh and I could also feel a little moistness.

Was my mom horny from being close to me?

My mom's hand was now gathering a steady tempo as she gave me a handjob in the middle of the night. It wasn't a rough handjob. It was firm, but sensual. A loving handjob that only a mom could give.

Soon, my balls started to feel tighter and my back arched a little. I gave a little grunt and then released spurt after spurt, covering her delicate hand with my spunk.

It was such a glorious high. I sank back into the bed swimming in a sea of good feeling hormones. My mom's hand was sticky and covered in goo. As I started to drift off, I felt her lean over to the side table to get some tissues to clean her hand up. She then tucked herself into her side and went to sleep as if nothing had happened.

The next morning was awkward to say the least. When I opened my eyes, my mom was already up and I heard her in the shower. I leaned over to see her side of the bed. No used tissues. No evidence. Well, there was only one thing left to do. Get out of bed. Wait for mom to come out of the bathroom. Face the music.

"Hey Sweety!" said mom as the bathroom door opened. She gave me a warm smile like she always did. She had on a white robe and her hair wrapped in a towel. She got my coffee ready like she always did. I still felt like a fish out of water and decided to go get ready in the bathroom and avoid too much contact.

That evening was normal. We both came home tired and after a quick dinner and some mindless TV, we both fell asleep.

The following morning, I woke up all horny. I had had a wild, wet dream. The mystery woman in my dream who I had been making out with was quite similar to my mom. Brunette with a nice little rack. I shook my head. The experience from the prior night had clearly started messing with my head.

I heard the bathroom door open and my mom came out. She was dressed in a robe and had her hair in a towel as usual. I could see some beads of water drip down her shoulder blades and down her chest and into the robe. It was so hot!

As she busied herself making coffee, my judgement got compromised as my throbbing and aching penis got the better of me. I walked over to the kitchen counter, stood behind her and put my arm around her waist.

"Hey Sweety! Good morning! Thanks for the hug."

I could feel the achy sensation in my balls and I felt my dick throb. I gave a reply to greet her, but it came out half English, half grunt, half moan as my body tensed up. I reached into her robe, cupped her left breast with my hand. It was warm, and still a little damp from her shower. I stroked her tit and found her nipple and gave a low moan.

My mom turned around and gently took my hand out from under her robe. I looked up at my mom's face with lust in my face. She smiled at me with a kind expression and gently shook her head.

"Let's not do that, Sweety!" she smiled. "Here, I made you some coffee."

I was devastated. How did I misjudge the situation so badly? Maybe the other night had never happened? What if I had just dreamed it? How stupid I felt. I quickly went to the bathroom and jumped in the shower.

I decided to pretend like nothing had happened. That evening, we got home and had our usual routine of dinner, and a little TV. Soon, it was time to go to bed. We switched off the light and got under the covers.

I really wanted some release, but decided to play it safe and not try to do anything given the situation from the morning. As I closed my eyes to try and get my mind off my aching balls, I felt the bed shift as my mom turned around to face me.

She snuggled up to me like she had done a couple of nights back. Unlike the last time, her hand went straight for my crotch instead of just hugging me. She found the elastic band of my boxers and pulled it over my throbbing dick. I stuck my butt in the air and she pulled my boxers all the way down to my ankles.

She gently held my rock hard dick in her hand. She reached further down to feel my balls.

"You wanted to feel my breasts this morning," she whispered in my ear.

"Do you want to feel them now?" she asked.

I nodded and my hand shakily reached over. I was shocked to realize that she was completely nude. I gently massaged my mom's tits.

She scooted her head down and kissed the tip of my dick. Her lips were soft and the sensation on the head of my cock was electric.

She opened her lips and took my dick in her mouth. It felt gloriously warm.

She explored my dick with her tongue as she rubbed her tongue along the base of my shaft.

It was a sensual, gentle blowjob.

I continued to caress her tits and massaged them with my hands. I imagined how it would feel to have my dick nestled between her tits.

My mom had great technique while giving head. It helps to have a couple of decades of additional experience. Her tongue action and he ability to suck at just the right moments was driving me insane.

Soon, I felt my balls tighten. My mom felt it too and she held my balls and caressed them with one hand while tightening her grip on the base of my dick.

I grunted. Rope after rope of cum shot out of my dick and into her inviting mouth.

Holy shit! I just came into my own mom's mouth.

I felt her gather up my cum to her tongue and swallow.

I relaxed and laid back into the bed. My head was swimming with good feelings. My heart rate was a little elevated. My dick was still in my mom's mouth and was slowly deflating. Both my hands were cupping her breasts.

After a few minutes, my mom scooted back to her side of the bed.

"May I help you?" I asked, reaching over to touch her pussy.

"Maybe not today. I'm still not sure I know how I feel about all of this. I don't want to do anything that will hurt you." she said. She reached over and kissed my cheek. Then turned around and went to sleep.t had been a week since that night. I keep replaying the events. How my mom's soft mouth slid back and forth over my dick. How it brushed over every ridge and every vein in my dick. The moment when my balls tightened and I shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. My own mother's mouth.

I also kept remembering how unsure my mom felt about doing it. Things had definitely gotten a little weird since then. She wasn't avoiding me or anything, but she certainly kept a little distance. She didn't give me the warm hugs or kisses on the cheeks or the pats on my butt that she normally did. I'm sure many families would consider that normal, but my mom was usually a bubbly, affectionate person and it felt really different.

I stared up at the ceiling in our new studio apartment. I could hear my mom's soft breathing to the side in the bed that we shared in our cramped city home. I had neither had any experiences with her since then, nor had I had the courage to take care of myself.

I finally decided that it wasn't healthy to just be pent up like that. I quietly slid my boxers down and started to fondle my flaccid dick. At first, I quietly touched the base of my dick and caressed my own balls. In my mind, I kept getting visuals of how my mom had touched me the previous week. It took me a little longer than usual, but my dick was soon medium hard. Hard enough to stroke it, but I was clearly very preoccupied and not my usual self.

I decided to be more daring and I slide the sheets aside as my dick was exposed to the cool summer night. I also decided not to be quiet and started to stroke myself more vigorously, causing the bed to shake. If my mom was awake, she would definitely know what was going on.

I paused. Just the rhythmic breathing and soft snoring from my mom.

I resumed my vigorous stroking and soon felt my cum streaming up through my dick. I grunted audibly, making sure that I created a scene. My cum noisily spattered on my belly. I gave a long, loud sigh of contentment.

Still nothing from my mom. She must be fast asleep.

I sighed.

It did not feel anywhere near as fulfilling to cum without my mom participating. This really sucked. I need to figure out a way to get my mom out of my head so that I could go back to being a regular guy.

I turned to my side and forced myself to go to sleep.

The next couple of days were a blur. I forced myself to be cheerful around my mom and do regular mom and son activities like eating dinner and watching TV.

At night, I had the urge to pull my boxers down and jack myself off, but I decided that it would be healthier if I had a few days of abstinence to wipe the slate clean.

I heard my mom softly breathing on her side of the bed. That was a fun couple of roller coaster days while it lasted. I turned to face her and extended my arm around her waist to hug her.

Huh.

I felt the skin on my arm touch warm flesh. I slowly moved my arm up and down and felt my mom's waist.

Where was my mom's usual night T shirt?

I slowly slid my arm up until I felt my mom's underboob brush my fingers. It was soft, yet full, just like I remembered feeling them a few days ago. I then slid my hand down the side of her body and felt the swell of her hips. I kept going until I felt my mom's thigh.

No underwear, either!

I brought my hand back to my mom's waist. I debated whether to turn around and force myself to sleep or to continue. My dick was now painfully hard and throbbing, and I followed my dick's advice and continued.

I slowly stroked the side of my mom from her armpit down to her thigh. Gentle, loving strokes. After a couple of minutes of stroking, my mom stirred. Was she asleep? Her breathing was still deep, but there was a slightly out of breath aspect to it. She turned slightly so that she was now leaning onto me and she dropped one of her legs over my legs so that her own crotch was slightly parted. My dick was nestly snugly in her crack. I still had my boxers on.

I didn't stop stroking her. I simply switched to stroking the front of her body. I started at the top of her chest, following the curve of her tits, my fingers briefly snagging on her now erect nipple. My hand continued to follow the contours of her body past her chest to her taut abdomen. She was a remarkably fit woman for her age. I continued down to the front of her right leg, consciously avoiding her crotch. I continued down past her inner thigh. Then, I reversed direction and continued to stroke her all the way back.

After a couple of minutes, my mom started to visible squirm and her breathing was a little ragged. She was also moving her ass ever so slightly to give some rubbing motion on my cock. The back and forth motion had also pushed my boxers down a little and the head of my cock was now exposed. It was a surreal feeling to feel the soft flesh of her ass envelop the head of my dick. I matched her back and forth motion so that I was dry humping her crack.

My mom was clearly getting a little frustrated with all the teasing that my hands were giving her. As I continued to stroke her body again, she grabbed my hand as it neared her hips and shoved it into her bush.

I felt the rustle of public hair on my fingers. I also felt a pervasive moist feeling. My mom had been so turned on that she had been practically gushing. Her public hair, her pussy lips and her inner thighs were all dripping wet.

I decided to continue the teasing a little bit longer and I pushed her legs apart and softly touched the flesh in the inner most little nook between her inner thigh and her crotch. I slowly drew an invisbile line along the folds of skin there, causing my mom's hip to buck up and down a little.

Again she grabbed my hand and put it directly on her pussy.

"Please" she whimpered. "I want it."

I touched her pussy, exploring the inner and outer folds of skin that were now gooey and dripping. I slowly touched her clit, coaxing her little knob out of its hood. As I gently rubbed her clit, I could feel waves of pleasure go through my mom. The muscles in her inner thigh were clenching and relaxing in tandem with my stroking.

I drew my mom closer to me so that my cheek was now touching her cheek. Her entire back was skin to skin on the front of my body. My pelvic thrusts continued to rub my dick into her crack. Her abs were twitching in a somewhat irregular fashion as she got more and more aroused.

Soon, she exhaled deeply and arched her back a little. I continued to stroke her clit and felt a gush of fluids on my hands. Her abs contracted and she gave a short series of gasps as she came. It was a sensual, deep orgasm and I could tell that she was completely absorbed in her orgasm.

I stopped stroking her clit, but continued to thrust my own dick back and forth. It was such an intense experience having my mom cum when she was practically over me that it didn't take long for me to reach my own climax.

My precum was flowing freely and it had created a slippery and gooey channel between my mom's ass cheeks. I continued to thrust faster and faster.

Soon, I felt my balls tighten. I grunted and hugged my mom's waist tightly. My body twitched and my dick throbbed. A gush of semen can bubbling up my shaft. Spurt after spurt of cum spurted out of my dick onto my mom's lower back and dribbled down my mom's crack. Some of it splashed onto my tummy.

I stopped thrusting. My mom didn't move. I didn't move either. Both of our breathing was a little ragged as we caught our breath. We drifted off to sleep without even bothering to clean ourselves up.

The next morning, I was surprised to realize that I had woken up before my mom. Usually, my mom would already be up and about my the time I opened my eyes. This morning, I opened my eyes and realized that my mom was still in my arms. I was still spooning her in the exact same position we were in last night. Right! Today was Saturday. No work. We could both sleep in.

I was awake but continued to enjoy the feeling of my mom's bare skin on my body. My dick had also powered back up to a medium mast. It was a combination of morning wood and feeling my mom's ass on my dick.

After a while, I felt my mom stir and wake up. As she tried to get up, we realized that our cum had dried and crusted overnight and had glued us together. we had to slowly pull ourselves apart. She turned around and giggled. "Good morning, Sweety!" she said and winked.

"Good morning, mom!" I replied as usual.

"We need to get ourselves cleaned up, don't we?" she said turning around and looking at the cum stains on her back.

It was a little surreal to be having a conversation with my mom while we were both naked. Till now, all of the hanky-panky had happened in the dark with practically no words exchanged.

"Come on, get up!" she said, ruffling my hair. "We should get showered."

'We' should get showered? I wonder what she meant. Get showered one at a time so that we could get ready for the day? I was curious enough that I got out of bed, stood up beside her and then stretched.

As I yawned and extended my arms out to stretch, my erect dick prominently stuck out.

My mom giggled and reached down and touched my dick and gave it a gentle stroke. That is all that it took for my erection to go into overdrive as I became hard as a rock.

I looked down at my mom, her petite frame, my soft tits that had at one time sustained me as a baby. Her athletic frame. Her nicely rounded ass. Her bushy crotch with dark brown pubic hair. She was a hot MILF!

I reached over and lifted my mom's chin and gave her a deep kiss. She practically melted into my chest as she returned my kiss. Our tongues rubbed against each other and we tasted each other's mouth.

I gently pushed her down on the bed again and followed suit on top of her.

I reached down to find my throbbing cock and pushed it in the direction of her pussy. I felt her hand go down and meet my dick. She slowly guided it towards the opening in her slit.

I thrusted a little so that my head touched her pussy lips. My mom gasped.

I thrusted a little more and I felt the warm, enveloping folds of her vagina. She was incredibly, dripping wet and my dick felt no resistance as it slid into her. My dick was average sized. Maybe 5 or 6 inches long, but it had a decent girth to it. I noticed that my mom's pussy was a little looser than those of my other teenaged girlfriends. What she lacked in tightness, she made up for with experience and technique. Her pussy would tighten around the base of my cock when I was deepest in her, so that I would feel every ridge on her vagina as I withdrew my dick slowly back.

I continued to pound her as I slowly increased my pace. Soon, I felt a warm gush and I felt my mom's pussy flutter. My mom dug her fingernails into my back and she held on to me as she grunted in please as she climaxed. I was very close and feeling her orgasm pushed me over the edge as I emptied my balls into her pussy.

We collapsed into the bed, panting. My dick was still throbbing and I could still feel her pussy twitching and contracting as we both slowly returned back to earth.

We decided to close our eyes and enjoy a couple of more lazy hours in bed, still intertwined and on top of each other.