I had just turned 30 when I moved back in with my Mother. The age difference was not great as she had me when she was young and even though she was in her late 40s she looked younger although I had never looked at her in any way other than a son would look at his Mother.
Moving in with her was convenient for both of us as my place of work was close and she was on her own so sharing the bills was helpful to her. She was living alone due to my Father leaving her, she was not upset about him leaving as she told me the relationship between them broken down and he had become not a nice person. I had moved out a few years ago due to work relocating but my firm had opened new offices that were close to my Mother.
Our relationship had always been very good, we enjoyed each other's company and would spend hours talking about what had been on the news that day and chat about what sort of day we had.
I had been living with her for a few months when we were invited to my cousins wedding which although a good few hours drive away was something that she wanted to attend. As it was some way away we booked to stay at a Hotel close to the wedding and to save some money booked one room with separate beds. We did not consider this to be a problem. The wedding day was very pleasant and Mother enjoyed herself meeting relations she had not seen for some time. As normal at weddings there was plenty to drink, Mother and I enjoyed a glass of wine in the evening when home but by the end of this day we had drunk more than a glass or two. We were not drunk but had the relaxed happy feeling that a glass or two (Or three) of wine gives.
At the end of the evening we returned to our Hotel room having enjoyed the day and had taken a half empty bottle of wine back with us. We got ready for bed and lay in our beds with a glass of wine talking about what a nice wedding it was and Mother talked about meeting relatives she had not seen for some time. She asked me about my girlfriends and had I ever considered marriage or long term relationships, I replied that I had probably made a mistake concentrating too much on my job but it was a job that I really enjoyed so at the time I did not consider long term relationships.
Mother said that if I wanted to bring a girl home it would not be a problem and if I wanted time alone with a girl she would go out for the evening. Strangely this talk of girlfriends aroused me slightly and I had to adjust the bedding to hide my arousal. Mother noticed my discomfort and apologised if she had embarrassed me and said not to worry as it was quite normal. She said that she would go to the bathroom and leave me alone for a while. I said there was no need as I was going to sleep but she replied that it would be a good idea to go to sleep feeling tense.
Mother then came over and sat on the side of my bed slid her had beneath the covers and gently held my erect penis saying that maybe she could help me. I was in a slight state of shock but her hand felt nice and the effects of the wine had taken over. She then proceeded to very gently move her hand up and down, this movement was like nothing I had felt before, it was so soft and slow. Suddenly she surprised me by getting off the bed and going into the bathroom, she returned with a bottle of baby oil that she said she used after a shower. She poured some onto her hand and returned to my penis and proceeded with the slow gentle stroking, I was surprised how good she was doing what she was doing as it was not something that one thinks their Mother capable of. She would gently pull down my foreskin then delicately close her hand around the head of my penis and slowly move her hand down. The feeling of her lubricated hand sliding down was fantastic and made me tremble each time her hand moved. She continued the stroking very slowly and her grip was so gentle, the feeling was so intense it seemed to make me harder than I had ever been before. Suddenly I realised what was happening and said to her this could not be right. Her reply was why was it wrong, we were both consenting adults, we are not harming anyone and she was so pleased to be able to help the son that she loved.
By this time my arousal was so great all I could think about was the feelings that she was giving me. I told her that I had never felt such sensations before and she replied that only a Mother could be so gentle and said that I should just lie back and enjoy what was happening. She continued with her stroking and the feelings she was giving me on the exposed end of my penis was something that I would never forget. She would pull back my foreskin and slide her closed slowly hand down over the end of my penis. These feelings become too much and I said to her that I would have to finish, her reply was whenever I was ready, I noticed that she was looking directly at my face with a look of pure joy, this was too much for me and I had an orgasm like I had never had before.
As I orgasmed a low sound of pleasure came from her. I lay there for a minute or two recovering, she still kept her hand on my penis and I was surprised that she was still gently stroking as normally after an orgasm I am so sensitive that any contact with my penis would be too much. I thought about what she said that only a Mother can be so gentle.
As I lay there I noticed a damp patch on her knickers, she followed my gaze and let out an "Oh" of surprise, I asked why the Oh and she replied that she had never seen this before. I said that seemed strange but apparently she had always needed some applied lubrication before sex.
This made me think that maybe she needed some relief after what had just happened so I asked if there was anything I could do for her. She thought about this and while did not say no seemed unsure what to say. I reminded her on what she said earlier (why was it wrong, we were both consenting adults, we are not harming anyone and she was so pleased to be able to help the son that she loved) so I wanted to help and please the Mother that I loved.
She lay down on her bed removing her knickers as she did so. I sat down beside her and placed my hand under her nightdress and slowly and gently slid a finger into her, as I did she gave a slight twitch and a low moan of pleasure. I was expecting her to be very wet down there but it was more of a smooth creamy feeling. I gently put my finger on her clitoris and slowly stroked alternating with circular motions on and around her button. It was apparent that she enjoyed this very much especially when I slide my finger deeper into her to get more juices for lubrication.
I tried different methods and noticed that when I rubbed with circular motions just above her button her breathing increased even more. After a few minutes she asked if it was ok for her to finish, I said that I had not been doing this for very long, she replied that it had been a long time since she had an orgasm and could not wait any longer. She asked if I would slide my finger deep into her alternating with the rubbing I had been doing just above her button as she enjoyed that the most. As I did so she looked directly at me with a smile then asked me to rub slightly harder and faster. I did as she asked and it did not take long for her to orgasm, she tensed slightly gave a low quite moan and it was obvious that she had enjoyed the experience.
After about a minute or so I said that it must be time to go to sleep, as I was about to get off her bed she held my hand and whispered "Thank you".
I returned to my bed and as I lay down my mind was full of all sorts of thoughts, the main one being that what had just happened could not be right despite what my Mother had said about us being consenting adults.
The next thing I knew it was the following morning, as I awoke my first thoughts went back to what had happened the evening before and how Mother and I would be with each other. She noticed that I was awake, said "Good morning, hope you slept well". I notice that she must have been awake for some time as she had had a shower, was dressed and packing the cases for us to return home. I showered, got dressed, we went down for breakfast then loaded the cases on the car and proceeded to drive home. During this time nothing was said about the evening before so the drive home of a few hours looked like it could be interesting.
Mother and I never had problems talking so during the drive home we chatted about the wedding, the news from the radio etc but I could not get out of my mind how and if we would talk about what had happened the previous evening.
After about an hour Mother said that she felt guilty about what had happened, she thought she was the one who had started what had happened and although it would have been easy for her to blame drinking too much she was worried that I may feel guilty about what had happened. I thought for a moment and said that while guilt was not what I felt I did feel uncomfortable although I told her I remember what she said, (why was it wrong, we were both consenting adults, we are not harming anyone). Her reply was maybe we should think a while about this and discuss it again, she suggested that we think for a while and I agreed.
The drive home continued with both of us deep in our own thoughts. A while later Mother stared the conversation saying that if what happened was going to be something that would not happen again we should not allow it to affect our relationship as we were living in the same house or we could consider where we go from here. I asked what she meant, she replied that if I wanted to go to the next level she was ok with that although maybe if we did we should consider that my feelings of being uncomfortable would not go away so we try the next level once then make a decision. I thought for a few seconds and asked what she meant by the "next level". Her suggestion was that we make no firm plans, just get together and see how things go. Mother mentioned that my girlfriends always seemed to have the same look, I asked what she meant.