My mom and I have been living together for about 6 months and have become very close and are able to discuss almost anything openly.
Mom is 50, and is a very petite brunette, standing about 5'8" and weighing about 125 lbs. Her small breasts must be about 34B and that was what I attributed the reason for my lust for small breasted women my whole life. She is very attractive and I also have always fantasized about seducing my mother, but never had the nerve to try.
I am 6'4" and weigh about 230 lbs., and most women tell me I am attractive. Actually I think most just like my height. Surprisingly I married a short woman with a very large tits, 36DD, but she and I didn't last. I had married at 24 and was divorced at 30.
Mom and Dad divorced a few years ago, after what they both describes and a "growing apart and loveless marriage."
Since we are both single now, we decided to live together to not only pool resources, but to provide emotional support to each other. It was a very comfortable and productive arrangement which grew quickly into our present situation, very close and very open.
Mom and I can freely talk about the issues that wrecked out marriages and even lightly discuss sexual issues and loneliness. Mom was at first reluctant to be too open about her sexual history, but through the weeks of open hearted discussion of feelings, we have gotten so that nothing is off limits.
While my past sex life was typical male, varied and horny all the time, Mom's was more typical of the women of her age group. She was rather reserved and said that sex was not an important part of her life. Dad was a "Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am" type, and she was fine with that, "Just get it over with."
We have long discussion about what I feel she is missing, and she just brushes me off, but then she always turns it around to pointedly telling me to get out and find a lover.
Recently we have started sleeping together in her bed. This lovely arrangement came about through convenience and sheer luck on my part. We stayed up late every night talking, and often fell asleep on the couch. I often carried her into bed and then returned to my bedroom.
A few weeks ago, while deep in discussion about the state of kids now-a-days, she suddenly suggested, "We are going to fall asleep out here again, why don't we just get ready for bed, crawl into my bed, and then continue talking till we fall asleep. You can go back to your own bed whenever you want, or sleep there with me."
I was flabbergasted and excited beyond words! One of my fantasies always started with us just sleeping together. I had to calm myself and take this as it was presented, sleeping together out of convenience.
I have only one pair of pajamas since I usually sleep naked, a pair I bought for occasions when I was a guest at others homes, and had to use a hall bathroom. I realized I was going to need to get more pajamas or we'd be doing laundry every day.
That first night was heaven. We were a bit awkward as we got ready for bed, I changed in my room while she got ready in her room. I was reluctant to go back to her room too early, and waited till she was quiet before I knocked and asked if I could come in. Mom asked me in and patted the bed next to her, and I of course was lusting for my mother in her very proper old lady pajamas. Luckily I didn't get too obviously hard walking to the bed.
We talked for hours and then she rolled towards me and said, "This is really nice, to talk and to have you next to me, so safe, and so comfortable."
I smiled at her and kissed her forehead, then told her, "If your sleepy go ahead and go to sleep, you don't have to entertain me, I will just stay and enjoy your beauty and company until you're asleep."
Mom said, "You're silly, but sweet," and rolled over facing away from me.
I scooted up against her back and put my top arm around her and hugged her to me. I nuzzled her neck, laid my face next to hers, and then whispered, "I love you Mom".
Mom sighed a long, "Hmmmm" and seemed to relax back into my arms. She was soon asleep.
I was conscious of my arm laying across her breasts, and had to keep my hips pulled back a bit to keep her from feeling my hard cock. I soon fell asleep as well.
In the morning I awoke first and was thrilled to find my mother in my arms although she had rolled toward me. I watched her sleep for about 30 minutes and when she awoke, we just smiled lovingly at each other.
This became our standard nightly arrangement, and I never returned to my bed. We simply went to bed and enjoyed each other's company until we fell asleep, and I each night I did my best to not let her feel my hard cock.
We didn't bother getting me more pajamas, we decided that since I liked sleeping naked, I would just get into bed while she was changing in the bathroom.
Tonight started out the same. We talked on the couch, got a bit tired, and then got into bed. We had been talking about loneliness and missing the sexual contact love usually offers. I was trying to convince her that it was a natural need and all people should have the need, and take care of it. Mom was trying to convince me that it was not for everyone, and like her, many people saw it as a chore, but necessary to make their significant other happy.
We continue this discussion in bed and we are spooned with her back to me as was our habit. I was now frustrated at her reluctance to consider that all people needed sexual contact, and blurt out, "Fine, if it's just for making your significant other happy, that is me now, why don't you make me happy?"
I could feel Mom's whole body tense, and after a minute she said, "You're not serious are you?"
I replied, "Sure I am, we love each other, I am your significant other, and I would love to have you make me happy."
There was a long silence then she said, "You are my significant other, and I want to make you happy, but we can't do that, I'm also your mother."
I press my hard cock against her ass and whisper in her ear, "Mom, I love you, I need you, and it doesn't matter what the world says about this being taboo. We are consenting adults and we can make each other happy if we choose."
"Oh, Doug," she answers, "We can't, I want to do anything for you, but we can't."
Even as she voiced those words, I feel her resolve weakening as she reaches down behind her to hold my hip against hers.
I reach up for her tit and lightly squeeze it through her pajama top, saying, "We can do anything we want Mom, please make me happy, and let me make you happy."
Mom's hand shoots up to cup my hand, and at first I am afraid she is stopping me, but instead she kneads my hand against her tit. She said, "Oh Doug, I do love you, I will try to do anything to make you happy."
I start kissing her neck and she arches her back into my chest. As I roll her nipple between my fingers she starts moaning and pushing her hips back into mine. I want to feel her skin so I lower my hand and dip it under her top to cup her tit in the flesh.
I begin humping against her ass as I fondle her tit, and I am pleasantly surprised as she starts unbuttoning her top. I felt the fabric fall away and I pull her top from between us, and start fondling both of her tits. I find that she moans more when I roll her nipples gently in my loving fingers.
I am kissing her neck and cheek and then lower my mouth to her shoulder and bite her gently. Mom groans and says, "Oh I like that, do that."
