I was puzzled by Joe's memory loss, but it always seemed to happen in his sleep. I decided maybe the way to break his amnesia was for us to have sex in the daytime. We had to do it when there was no time for him to fall asleep and forget. I thought about it in bed on Friday night and decided the best time to start would be Saturday morning. That way, he'd be wide awake and have a whole day when he wouldn't fall asleep and forget.
I set my alarm and woke up early on Saturday. I took a shower, did my hair and makeup, and put on the sheer negligee that Joe had bought me. I went in the kitchen and made him coffee, scrambled eggs and toast and a glass of orange juice and put them on a tray. Then I knocked on his door and entered.
Joe was still asleep, with a single sheet pulled over him. I gently shook his shoulder.
"Joe!" I said, "Wake up! I brought you breakfast in bed."
Joe turned over and rubbed his eyes.
"Hi mom," he said, "Is that for me?"
"Yes," I said, "I made you eggs and coffee. Where should I put it?"
Joe sat up and the sheet slid down his bare chest. He looked at me and took in the sheer negligee. As he stared, still groggy, at my legs and breasts, I noticed something stirring under the sheet. An outline of Joe's erection appeared through the cotton.
"Where would you like it?" I asked him.
Joe slid his hand over the sheet to conceal his bulge, but that just made it more obvious.
"I could put it on your lap," I said, "but it looks like that might be uncomfortable. Should I put it here on the bedside table?"
"Yeah, thanks," Joe said. He glanced down at the sheet, "I just woke up like this, sorry."
"Oh don't apologize," I said, "It's natural. You're a young man. I'm sure it happens a lot."
"Yeah," he agreed, "It does, and I have to say..." he trailed off and looked away.
"What Joe?"
"Well... it especially happens around you." He looked at me and grinned wickedly. Then he dropped his eyes.
"Really Joe?" I sat down on the edge of the bed. My bare thigh brushed his arm as I crossed my legs. My nipples were sticking through the negligee and I was lubricating freely.
"Does it bother you? That you get excited around me?"
"Well... I don't know," he said, "It's embarrassing. Like, you're my mom. I'm not supposed to be that way around you."
I caressed his hair gently. "I know it feels weird Joe, but it's bound to happen if you're a normal male. I may be your mom, but you've never known me that way. I'm more a woman than a mom to you and you see me coming out of the shower and in my bikini and your body reacts. Do you want to know something?"
"What?" Joe said.
I pulled his chin up and looked in his eyes. "I feel that way too sometimes."
Joe's eyes widened. "Really?" he said.
"Yes," I said, "I'm a young woman and even though you're my son, you're a hot guy. I can't help noticing the bulge in your pants. No girl could. I get turned on too. So tell me, now that we're being honest, do you think about me when you're in bed at night?"
Joe looked away. The bulge under the sheet had grown. I licked my lips without thinking, and wondered if Joe noticed.
"Yeah, I think about you sometimes," he said, his voice a little husky.
"What do you think about?"
"Stuff..."
"And what do you do when you think about stuff?"
His cock was now a rigid pole, sticking through the sheet. A damp spot appeared at the head, making the cotton almost transparent.
"You know..." he said softly.
"Well Joe," I said, "you're young and you need to relieve yourself, that's ok. If it helps you to think about me, I don't see why there's anything wrong with that."
I touched his concealing hand and my fingers brushed the wet tip of his penis through the damp sheet.
"Do you need relief right now Joe?"
Joe's eyes widened. "Uh... yes ma'am, I guess I do."
"I guess I shouldn't have worn this negligee," I said, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."
I sat there in silence for a moment. I could almost hear Joe's thoughts. "Is she going to jerk me off? Suck me? Fuck me?"
Then I smiled and said, "Would you like me to step out of the room while you take care of that?"
I acted like I was leaving, but Joe caught my arm and looked at me so desperately that I sat back down.
"You can wait a few minutes, I'm sure," I said, "I think this talk we're having is important. But you haven't asked me what I think about when I'm in bed at night."
Joe's hard on was now making a full tent pole in the sheet.
"What do you think about?" he said. His eyes were moving from my face to my breasts.
"You know," I said. "Stuff.
I ran my hands over my breasts and caressed my nipples until they were sticking out.
"You know the kind of stuff," I said, "But now I want to see what you do when you think about stuff."
I gently turned the sheet down, exposing his throbbing hard-on.
"Oh my," I said, "How do you tame a monster like that? Show me please."
I took Joe's hand in mine and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Then I held his hand as he began stroking it. I stuck my breasts out through the sheer black negligee.
"Do you think about these at night?" I asked.
Joe stared at my tits hungrily through the sheer nylon.
"Yes ma'am," he said, stroking faster.
"What do you do to them in your thoughts?" I asked. "Suck them? Cum on them?"
Joe groaned and I pushed my breasts out. He knelt beside me and held his cock against them as he jerked off. Then he shot big jets of cum and soaked my negligee. His cum soaked the nylon and made my breasts all wet and sticky. When he was done, his cock was still rigid.
"Goodness Joe!" I said, "I had no idea how much you needed a release! But now I need to take this off, I am soaked."
I slid the negligee over my head. All I had on now were the sheer panties.
"Now I'm cold," I said, "Can I get in bed with you and get warm?"
Joe pulled back the sheet and I climbed in with my back to him.
