All characters are over the age of 18.
AFFECTION
Danny was like most boys. Into sports, and girls. His mom Mary had long realized that she wasn't one of his top priorities anymore. Probably not since he started high school. And that's normal, she always told herself. He was making his own life.
That changed one day, however. Danny had come home from school to find his mom reading on the couch. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But, her little skirt she was wearing had ridden up her legs, and Danny was getting a lot of legs. He stared for a few seconds, never really realizing how hot his mom was.
Mary was petite, about 5"1", with a tomboy pixie haircut (some people even called her Tinkerbell as a nickname). She was 41 years old and in fantastic shape, as she was an avid runner. She worked from home, so she was always around the house. In that moment she was lost in her book and hadn't heard Danny come home.
Danny found himself mesmerized. How had he never realized how great her legs are? he asked himself. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he wanted to touch her. He couldn't explain it if he tried. It made no sense, but it was suddenly an overwhelming urge.
She finally looked up from her book. "Oh hi honey," she said, sitting up and pushing down her skirt. She was surprised to see him home, and hoped she hadn't given him an accidental peep show. Like he would even care about that, she thought.
"Hi mom," Danny replied awkwardly, before heading to his bedroom. He had a growing erection in his pants, just thinking about running his hand up his mom's legs, and under her skirt. But it was crazy. She would never let him do anything like that. Right?
Later after dinner, Danny was watching his mom clean up the kitchen. He was still feeling that urge. Mary closed the dishwasher, and started towards the fridge. Danny stopped her. "Thanks for dinner mom," he said, giving her a hug.
"Aww thanks sweetie!" Mary glowed. Danny pulled her close into him. "That's so sweet!" she said. Danny then gave his mom a quick kiss on the cheek. "And a kiss too... wow! You really did like that dinner!" she laughed, moving past him.
All for the better, Danny thought, as he again felt his cock coming to life. He tried to make it go away. "One more," Danny said, hoping he wasn't pushing his luck. He grabbed his mom from behind this time and gave her a bear hug. "You're being so sweet!" his mom said, as Danny wrapped his arms around her midsection. "Is everything ok?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. I just realized I hadn't been appreciating you recently. So I'd like that to change," Danny stuttered, trying to make something sound believable. He did mean it, but what he really meant was that he just wanted his hands on her. Everywhere. As soon as possible.
She patted his hands as he released her. "Thanks Danny. That means a lot."
Five minutes later, and Danny was upstairs in his bedroom furiously masturbating. It was the first time he had ever cum while thinking about her.
The next few days went by somewhat normally, with one exception: Lots of hugs. Danny was suddenly really into that. Mary thought it was sweet, but did feel like her son was acting differently. It was a change for the better though, she thought.
One night, the two were watching tv, just like any other normal night. When it was time for bed, Mary went upstairs to shower. She came down after she was done to say goodnight to Danny.
She yelled "Goodnight!" to him at the base of the stairs, wearing only a towel wrapped around her body, and a towel wrapped around her head.
Danny had an idea, but just thinking about it made him pitch a tent in his pants. He had to talk it down. Eventually, he met his mom at the stairs. "Goodnight kiss?" he asked, thinking this may be pushing too far.
"Of course!" his mom replied, beaming. Danny thought to himself that he needed to be careful. This couldn't look sexual. He leaned down to reach her, and gently gave her a peck on the lips. Then another. And another. She giggled, as Danny slowly began to push her up against the wall.
More pecks on the lips, as Danny felt his mom's chest pressing against his. He took a moment to look down at her cleavage just above where the towel was tied. He watched the swell of her breasts rise and fall.
Danny moved to kiss her again, pressing her up firmly against the wall. Finally, Mary called it off. "Thanks honey. That was sweet. Goodnight," she said, patting him on the head as she headed off to bed. As he had done every night that week, Danny jerked himself off thinking about his mom before going to sleep.
The next few days were more of the same. Danny stealing hugs when he could, with the occasional kiss on the cheek, and goodnight kisses on the lips. Mary loved it. Finally her son was paying attention to her, and showing her some affection.
Danny was at a crossroads. He needed to up his game, but he didn't know how to do that without looking like he was making a move on his own mom. One Sunday afternoon, he proposed a picnic in a public park. Mary thought that was a great idea, and packed them some snacks and a blanket.
After eating, Mary laid down on her back. "This feels good.... I might just take a nap here." Danny looked at her stretched out next to him, looking quite cute and sporty in her little khaki shorts and tight polo top. Her firm breasts were pointing straight up. Danny moved closer to her.
"Thanks for lunch mom," he said quietly, putting an arm around her. He moved closer.
"You're welcome honey," she replied, feeling her son's arm come to rest across her chest. "I'm just glad I get to spend some time with you."
Danny stayed like that for a few moments. He didn't want to spoil anything. He gave her a light squeeze, pulling her closer to him. Nervously, he reached out and touched her chin with his fingers. He directed her face towards his. They were only a few inches apart.
Slowly, Danny leaned in and touched his lips to his mom's cheek. She giggled softly. He gave her a quick kiss there. And then another. He slowly moved his lips closer to hers, and kissed her on the side of the mouth.
Danny squeezed his mom tighter, moving her even closer. He was almost laying on top of her, with his lips resting right next to hers. He adjusted slightly, and kissed his mom fully on the lips. He felt her laugh between kisses.
"So much affection today!" she said, beaming, as Danny looked up and down his mom's tight little body. He had an idea.
"It's hot out here.... I'm taking my shirt off," he said, sitting up and stripping it off. He tossed it to the side and laid back down next to his mom. His bare skin touched her arm, as he again lowered himself and kissed his mom on the lips. Mary loved the attention.
After a few quick pecks, and making sure he hadn't freaked her out, he whispered in her ear, "Are you hot, Tinkerbell?"
"I am, actually," she said truthfully, smiling at the cute nickname. "But it feels good. Good thing I dressed for it," she said, motioning to her small shorts and shirt.
Danny went for broke. "Too bad you can't take your shirt off too," he said, sheepishly.
Mary laughed. "Yeah it doesn't really work that way, sport."
He kept trying. "It's ok, if you want. No one is out here." It was true. They were the only ones there. She just laughed, and patted him on the head. Danny swung his leg around his mom's waist, and straddled her there, looking down at her.
Danny's hands were shaking as they went to the base of her shirt underneath him. This was nuts. "Really mom, I don't mind if you want to take it off."
He pulled the bottom of her shirt out of her little khakis, and began pushing it up. Mary sat up on her elbows and watched her son slowly exposing more of her abdomen. "Let me take it off of you," he said, still pushing it up, until it caught on her breasts.
Danny took a deep breath. This was so dangerous. But he was desperate to see her topless.
Mary looked down her torso at her son straddling her, and slowly lifting her shirt. He was about to get it up and over her bra. She loved this newfound attention, and how he was making her feel. But she didn't want it to have to stop.
Danny saw the base of his mom's bra come into view. He pushed up more, and just as he lifted the shirt up over her bra, and as it came to rest bunched up near her neck, her hands caught his.
She gave him a quick peck on the lips to show she wasn't upset. And another. "I think it's time to go home," she said, pushing her shirt back down. "Thank you so much for the fun afternoon baby," Mary said, as she started to clean up. Danny would have to sit for awhile before his was in a condition where he could stand.
The next couple of days were more of the same: As many hugs and quick kisses as Danny wanted. His one attempt at getting a layer of her clothing off at the park had gone nowhere. He thought he'd probably just have to make do with the occasional motherly hug and quick pecks on the lips.
That Saturday night they went out to see a movie. It was a comedy, and not a particularly good one. The movie was about two-thirds over, and they were sitting towards the back. The theater was mostly empty, with just a few other people there, all in front of Danny and Mary.
Danny's mom was wearing a skirt and a button-up blouse. He could barely take his eyes off her. He took a chance, and brought his hand to her leg. She looked at him briefly and smiled, and went back to watching the movie. She really did love the attention.
He gently ran his hand up and down her right leg. From her kneecap, up to her black skirt. He took another chance, and slipped his fingers just inside of his mom's skirt. She didn't react. He caressed her leg again, all the way down, and back up to under the skirt.
Danny kept repeating this motion, and each time his hand would slip a little higher up under his mom's skirt. She was making no effort to stop him. Again, she was enjoying the feeling. Nothing wrong with that, she thought. That's just how her son show's affection.
