Continuation of Part 1 when Theresa proposes an offer for her son Brian after finding out he fantasizes about her.
Sitting on the couch as Mom heads back upstairs, it feels like I'm dreaming. My shorts are damp from pre cum, I realize my finger is still wet from my own mother's pussy as I lift it up. The aroma is arousing and I begin to suck on it and taste her sample. For my entire life, I thought this is wrong and would never happen but I want it now more than ever.
Wasting no time, I head right to the shower to freshen up and take care of my still fully erect cock. Within seconds, loads of cum blast all over the place, hitting the shower walls with no control. That's how excited I am and if this is going to actually happen, I need stamina.
I manscape a bit and clean up before stepping out of the shower to dry off. I look in the mirror and notice a tent forming again under the towel wrapped around my waist. I debate on jerking off one more time but the thought of Mom doing it for me sounds even better and know that I have a few more loads in me, should the opportunities be there.
23 minutes goes by as I throw on some clean gym shorts and a t-shirt before quickly tidying up my bedroom. Two more minutes now and it'll be half an hour since she went upstairs when the nerves start to sink in however this works to my advantage as I make my way upstairs.
As I walk up the stairs to the second floor, it's dark and I don't hear anything so this is a good sign. My parents door is cracked open and stand still for a moment due to the nerves before I knock lightly on the door.
"One second. Just finishing in the washroom." I hear Mom quietly respond as I hear Dad snoring. The sound of her footsteps approach, their TV flickers some light through the crack of the door when it opens.
"Sorry just got out of the shower, Brian. What's up?" she grins, knowing exactly why I'm there.
She's wearing a sexier outfit, exposing more skin as I ask her if we can chat.
Dad's snoring stops but he's still half asleep when he notices I'm at the door and mumbles a 'good night Brian'
Mom responds with "Sure no problem, want me to come downstairs? Was getting ready for bed and need to brush my teeth but give me 10 minutes or so to do that and say good night to your father although it looks like he's already there." giggling in the process
"Sounds good! Thank you, I'll be downstairs..." is all I can mutter as I head back towards the stairs when I barely make out what she says to my dad.
"Brian needs to chat about a few things, I'm going to head downstairs shortly, sounds important." but I don't hear anything else.
Now downstairs in my bedroom, unsure on what to expect, I anxiously move back and forth from my bed to the couch. I keep the TV on with Netflix and decide to try and get comfy on the couch.
It's now been 10 minutes and ideas race through my mind when the dim nightlight turns on, the sensor picking up movement on the stairs. I hear the sound of Mom's slippers hit the hardwood floor at the bottom of the stairs before there's a knock at the door.
"Come" and before I can even say "in", Mom opens the door.
"Hi Sweetheart. You wanted to chat? I tried telling your father but he was out of it and grunted an acknowledgement of some sort" she smiles and bites her lip.
I admire my own mother's sexiness as she approaches the couch. I can tell she cleaned up some more and smelled more arousing than before when she looks towards the TV.
"Oh, let's find something we used to watch together!" she suggests in excitement.
I offer to grab a comforter and pillows from the bed when she has a better answer.
"Don't be silly, let's just lie in your bed like the good old days"
I think my dick heard what she said before my ears because just that thought causes it to instantly stiffen.
I nervously crawl into bed with my mother, slides right in and pulls the comforter over us as I reach for the remote. The only light in the room comes from the TV as I fumble with the remote when she grabs it from my hand, I feel the softness of her skin quickly before she starts scrolling.
The two of us lean against the headboard with the covers up to our waists. I feel the warmth of her body and the smoothness of her legs as they rub against mine. We can't decide on a show and go through the movies when we decide on one.
"Two hours and fifteen minutes, this should give us plenty of time. Hope it's not too long, Brian?"
"Nope! Not at all!" I quickly respond.
She lowers herself down some more, telling me to do the same so we can get comfy. Now we are both lying down with the covers up to our chests as she nestles herself in close, resting her head on a pillow just under my left arm. I take this as a queue to put my arm around her.
Mom lets out a moan.
"Mmmmmm that's nice, I knew you were a smart boy." with a grin on her face as she says it then hits play.
My arm wrapped around her, I place my hand on the side of her rib cage, inches from her left breast while she rests her hand on my lower thigh. Without saying a word, it takes no time for both of us to start running our hands slightly. I feel her nails lightly scratching the skin just below my shorts when she moves her fingers a bit higher but this time under my shorts causing me to start breathing a bit heavier.
My hands are running up and down from the back of her shoulder blade around to her rib cage, grazing the side of her breast here and there. Mom pauses for a moment and looks at me.
