"Come in." It would have been better to talk in the morning, but I was also happy we could get it out of the way tonight. This conversation was weeks in the making, and there wasn't a reason for it to drag out any longer.
She peeked her head in as if still asking for permission to enter. She then stepped in and left the door open. My eyes almost popped out of socket. She was wearing a nearly transparent nightie. Every curve could clearly be seen. My eyes grazed over her entire body. Her tits were larger than I thought, and her stomach was flat. I continued down her body until I got to her pussy. I couldn't process what I was seeing. When I realized what I was doing my eyes darted up quickly. I felt my dick twitch slightly and I was instantly ashamed. Mom just stood there without saying a word. She turned away briefly, and I thought she was going to leave. She stopped, spun around facing me, and walked towards my bed.
"Mom, what..." She reached out a hand and placed it over my mouth. With her right hand she reached over and started rubbing my dick through my sweat pants. My hand instinctively went to stop her until I looked her in her eyes. I couldn't recognize what emotion I was seeing. My best guess was sadness. Whatever it was, I immediately removed my hand from hers. I didn't now what was happening, but it seamed whatever this was, she needed it.