Here lately, my parents are fighting constantly. My Dad will run out the door mad leaving my mother crying. One Saturday they had another episode. Dad walked out and my Mom ran into their bedroom. I wasn't sure what to do. I walked down to her room and listened outside the door. I heard crying.
I cracked the door open and looked in. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing. I walked into the room.
"You shouldn't be here Roger," my Mom said to me.
I was twenty years old at the time. I was tired of being treated as a kid. I walked over to the bed and looked down at my mother. She was just in her early forties and quite attractive. She was wearing a low cut top that day. I could see her cleavage. I placed a hand on the top of her head. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts that morning. My crotch was right at my Mom's face.
Mom reached out and put a hand onto my thigh. My cock was beginning to stir. We normally never touched each other this way.
"Your father is seeing another woman,' she told me.
Maybe I just lost it right then. I pushed her hand away from my thigh. I reached to my waistband and pushed my shorts and underwear to the floor. My dick was already half hard. There was silence for a few moments. Mom reached out with one hand and took my prick. She stroked me a few times.
"Suck on it Mom," I pleaded with her.