Chapter 9
Michael awoke that morning refreshed. He had a very strong morning wood going on. So much so that it had worked itself completely out of his boxers. He tucked it back in and laid in bed trying to make sense of what happened. His mother let him masturbate in front of her. While Michael was no mind reader, he felt like she did not dislike it. However, she had said it was to "get it out of his system" Michael took those words to heart. He knew his love for his mother would never die down but maybe she was right, and his sexual thoughts would wane over time now.
There was only one way to find out. So, Michael knew he had to give it a try. Since staying away from her had not been working he dove headfirst into trying to make things like they were. He was unsure why but having her accept and watch him pleasure himself made his thoughts easier to control. She had accepted that part of him and the energy he was using to push those thoughts down was free up and he almost felt like himself again. It was almost like fighting against them made the urges stronger.
He headed downstairs and saw his mother in the kitchen in her robe. He could tell she at least put panties on under it this time as the outline could be seen as the fabric hugged her round ass. He wanted nothing more than to run up behind her and hug her deeply. He instead chose their more normal greeting he leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek and grabbing a slice of bacon.
"Be careful those just came out of the pan doofus." She said, swatting at him.
They both started laughing as Michael tried to pretend that his mouth was not burning. This was what he had been missing the last few weeks, just the joy of being around his mother. He loved spending time with her so much.
Their day went by like so many other days in the past. Michael talked about his new semester of classes and Susan kept asking him about the girl from chemistry class. Michael dodges the question every time.
Susan went about the cleaning and Michael worked on his homework. After dinner Susan settled in on the couch to watch a movie. She must have pulled something during her cleaning as she could not get comfortable. About 15 minutes into the movie Michael came down from his room.
Susan heard Michael come up behind her and she then felt his strong hands on her shoulders. He began rubbing deeply into her muscles. She could not help but let out a deep moan.
"That feels so good, sweety." She said as she lowered her head to give him easier access.
"You worked too hard today. Next time let me help." He said he continued his massage.
Michael did this for several minutes in silence. Susan just allowed herself to melt into his strong grip.
"What is this movie?" he asked.
"some romantic comedy, I think. I have not seen it before."
"Mind if I watch it with you. I really like the main actress. She has been good in everything I have seen her in." Michael said he let go over her shoulders and came around to the front of the couch.
Susan was sad to lose her personal masseur but welcomed the company. She slid to the middle of the couch and patted the side she was just on. Michael sat down and Susan hooked her arm around his and leaned into his shoulder.
"So, you like this actress hu? How many movies of hers have you seen?" Susan asked her son.
"Just a few but I enjoyed them all. Plus, she is easy on the eyes." He said with a half chuckle.
That comment gave Susan a warm tingle. Laura and herself had always joked that the actress was their long-lost sister. While not an exact match the resemblance was unmistakable. While not a direct complement to her she still loved that he was attracted to her.
The pair enjoyed the movie, but things started to get uncomfortable quickly. The movie was about the main character finding a young lover after her divorce. It already had a few sexually charged scenes and Susan struggled to keep her breathing under control during the last one.
The movie had been building to this and it finally happened the two leads had a passionate love scene. The build up has been slow adding to the charged atmosphere in the room and now the scene itself was graphic for a normal movie. The pair watched as this mature older woman made passionate and rough love to her much younger partner. Susan was sure the coincidence was not lost on Michael.
Susan was having trouble controlling herself. At some point her robe had come undone and her left breast was exposed. She noticed but made no attempt to hide it. She repositioned herself on Michael to allow the weight of her bare breast to rest on his arm. She saw motion out of her eye and looked to see Michael was rubbing his erect cock that he had managed to aim down his pant leg.
"Wow so this is a little more graphic than I had anticipated. I am getting really hot." She said and she rose off Michael and removed her robe completely. She now laid on the couch in just her panties. Michael said nothing as she took her position back on him.
"God honey you must be really uncomfortable as well. Let me help." She reached up and pulled the front of Michaels short down exposing his cock to the world.
"Mom I am not sure we...." He said in protest.
"Shhh sweety. This is just so we are comfortable. We have seen each other naked before, so it is no big deal. Now hush I am trying to watch." Susan said as she rested her hand on his exposed thigh. She started to trace little circles on his thigh as her hand slowly crept up toward his balls. Once she got there the back of her hand would slowly push them out of the way as she traced the circle. This would cause his dick to rise and fall bouncing at the freedom it had.
Susan looked at her son's dick and saw it start to drip and could no longer control herself. She lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth, sucking off his sweet nectar from the tip of his prick. She ran her tongue around the head and through his slit trying to get as much of it as she could. Before lowering herself down feeling his dick hit the back of her throat.
Michael instinctually brought his hand to the back of her head. She did not feel any pressure from him but part of her wanted that. For him to shove her head down on his shaft. But he did not, he just rested his hand there waiting for her to go at her own pace, and she soon did.
