Title: Snuggling On The Couch With Mom
Keywords: mF, teen, cheat, inc, mom, son, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Son recalls a night when mother snuggles with him on the couch.
 



A princess who lived near a bog
Met a prince in the form of a frog.
        Now she and her prince
        Are the parents of quints,
Four boys and one fine polliwog.


Snuggling On The Couch With Mom

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

The room was dark with the only light coming from the late movie on
the television a few meters before the couch where I lay.  It was an
old 'monster movie' from the 50's - and was rather good for the genre,
if you can get over the ridicules effects and comical monster.  I
could care less how great it was - watching it like the drone effect
that only eighteen year olds can do.  I was in the basement in the
family room.

The family was all upstairs sleeping.  Dad having to work tomorrow.
Mom has some meeting in the morning and had asked me to be available
for the gardener tomorrow afternoon.  My older sister would be at her
morning classes.  None would be very happy to be woken up at this late
hour, well past midnight, by the near-comical sounds of the monsters
on the television.  So the volume was low enough not to carry through
the house and I would be left in peace to stay up as late as I wished.

I had graduated nearly four months before and as many of my peers that
did not go to University, I sat around my parents home - staying up
too late, eating their food and generally being a bum.  Trying to
ignore adulthood and responsibility until, probably by my
parents,forced too.  My normal time for heading to bed was nearly four
o'clock each morning - regardless if there was a bad movie on the
television or not.

I am not sure if it was the sound or the movement of a shadow out the
corner of my eye but I jumped when I realized mother was standing just
beside the couch - right above where I was laying sideways with my
head on a pillow.  She saw that I noticed her and gave me a tired
smile before coming over and sitting by my hip while her eyes facing
the television.

"Couldn't sleep mom?"

"A little nervous about that meeting tomorrow honey.  Its nothing
really."  My parents lives, you know the kind - responsible and often
hectic - was peripheral to my own, and did not really matter to me.

One of my mom's hands reached over and lay upon the top edge of my
torso absentmindedly.  It was only a moment before she asked, "Mind if
I lay down with you honey?"

The request was a little odd in that there was two very comfortable
easy chairs to either side if the couch - but at the same time, it was
dark, a little chilly and generally a lonely night.  It was also
strange in that I could not remember the last time mom and I had lain
together watching television.

Of course I mumbled, "Sure mom."  What son that mooches off his
parents would not deny his mother this small request.  What the fuck
do I care if she wanted to snuggle while watching the last half of
this old movie with me.  It was not like she could ruin the plot - as
it was hard to mess up a simple plot the likes of the genre this movie
was classified as.  Normal animal or thing is changed through
experiments - gets loose - eats and destroys everything in its path -
hero meets girl, must save her and the planet from the monster.  There
was plenty of ladies screaming, shadowed violence when the monster
ripped apart or ate a person and genuinely as unimaginative plot that
the director could get away with.

The couch was more than large enough of the both of us - me being of
average height and a little on the chubby side, mother being a petite
woman with a little padding behind her... if you get my meaning.  Mom
lay down facing the television directly before me on the couch,
wiggling backward so that her back, buttocks and rear of her thighs
was spooned into my own front.  Her head lay upon the same pillow that
I was using, but my lower arm was beneath her neck and she lay lower
down so that I looked over the top of her head of messy short hair.

I heard her mumble, "This is nice honey.  We haven't done this since
you were a kid."  She made a content sigh and seemed to sink further
into the well-worn couch and against me.

My upper arm, having no comfortable place to lay, came about her waist
with my fist against the couch before her.  Mother immediately pulled
my fist into her upper gut, my hand opening so that my palm was
against the softness of her stomach.

The next commercial mother asked over her shoulder, "Do you want me to
make you a sandwich honey?"

"No mom - I had some leftover pie when the movie started."  The dirty
plate and fork still lay on the low table between the television and
couch.

She wiggled her hips backward into my own - then waited for the show
to return.

This gave me a brief few seconds to notice my mother - almost as if
for the first time that evening.  She was wearing a long over-sized
cotton tee-shirt that hung just above her knees when standing and
white ankle high cotton socks.  Her messy short brown hair smelled
clean, probably from her before-bed-shower that she had every night
and I thought I could even smell some feminine-scented lotion upon the
skin of her neck beneath me.  Her body beneath the garment was
noticeably warm against me, and it was also comfortably soft.  Perfect
for snuggling right?

The movie returned from the commercials and we lay silent and watched.

Mom jerked suddenly at one of those scripted moments when the audience
is supposed to react.  She turned her head mildly embarrassed and
mumbled afterwards, "Sorry honey!"

The next time she jerked from another scary point in the movie - I
could not help but become aware at how round her backside was and how
great it felt against me.  It was firm and soft at the same time - and
appeared perfect rather than over-sized for her petite frame while we
lay joined together.  My eyes were looking down at her raised hip, her
white shirt practically glowing with the flickering lights from the
television as if she was on display.

At that point I told myself that I needed to get laid - it had been
weeks since my girlfriend had left me for university and thus the last
time that I had gotten some.  Of course I took the matter to hand,
often more than once per day, but it was just not the same.  I was so
horny that I was actually noticing my own mother I realized with dark
comedy.

Mom yawned extravagantly and mumbled, "I think I'll head back to bed
at the next commercial."

That is probably a good thing, as I was feeling a little weirded out
from this closeness with my own mom.

The inevitable happened, of course.  The minutes passed and I did not
notice it until it became uncomfortable in its forced position facing
downward into the top of the couch, trapped as it was.

You see, my dick was getting hard - growing slowly but steadily in my
pyjamas bottoms.  I closed my eyes and prayed for it to go down -
knowing mom had to notice it against her round soft bottom.  The
thought that mom would catch me with a hard-on pressing against her
horrified and humiliated me.  Talk about being weirded out!

My own ass was pressed right against the back of the couch and mom's
rear against my front - there was no way I could retreat from this
situation gracefully.

Just when I thought things could not get any worse - mom moved her
hips forward and I sighed with relief.  She had to be as embarrassed
as I was feeling right?  And like a good mother, she only had to move
her bottom so that the situation could be dutifully ignored.

In fact, I began to wonder when the next commercial was coming - as it
could not come fast enough for mom to return back to bed and for this
growing awkwardness to end.

My dick, no longer pressing against mom's covered bottom, popped
upward from its downward angle so that it thrust along the length of
my body.  This allowed it to further harden, as the earlier position
had hindered its growth.

There was a slow part in the movie, a heroine asking a scientist where
the monster had come from, when mother gently pressed her hips
backward against me.  It stunned me - and took me a few seconds to
realize that my hard dick was now pressed directly between the crack
of mother's covered ass.  My penis had to be pushing her covering
between the cheeks of her fleshy bottom.

The commercial finally arrived - a bit too late for my taste, but its
never too late I suppose.  It would be difficult facing mom the next
few days, knowing what had happened - but I was sure it was no a
situation that harmed our relationship to much.

Mom sat still, facing the television.  When the minutes ticked past
and I thought my embarrassment could not get worse or the tension
thicker - I could not help but ask, "I thought you were going to bed
mom?"

Mother did not move for some seconds before she again looked over her
shoulder, "I am enjoying the movie honey."  Even in the flickering
light I could see that mom's cheeks were flushed and her gray eyes
sparkled.

So for the next ten minutes I sat frozen, no longer even seeing what
was upon the television as my hard cock throbbed between the cheeks of
my mothers covered ass and I was feeling nothing less than horrified.
What must mom think of me?  It may be natural to get erections - but
not to have it pressing against her own mother!

The next commercial came on and I realized with desperate relief that
the movie must be nearly over.  The monster could not destroy anything
else, the hero had kissed the girl while dragging her to a hiding spot
that had no exit even as the monster followed.  It was not ending fast
enough for me though and asked mom, "Excuse me mom?"  I had slipped
the hand that was upon her stomach up to her hip - awaiting for her to
move forward to allow me to escape.

She turned her head toward me, cheeks still flushed, "Where are you
going honey?"

"I am falling asleep and I think I better head to bed."  I was far
from sleepy - but I had to have some excuse even though we both knew
why I wanted to run away.

"Oh honey - the movie is almost over and I am really enjoying this.
Could you wait until its over?"  There was a strange, almost
desperate, undertone to her request that puzzled me.  I sat mute and
without comment.

At the same second as when the move restarted I felt it for the first
time and thought it had to be my imagination.  Five seconds later she
did it again.

Mother had pushed her hips back in a relaxed sort of way, squeezed the
fleshy cheeks of her ass effectively locking my dick between them,
before pulling her hips forward on the couch until my dick was pulled
almost out of its clasp, she then relaxed her ass and started the
movement again.  I could feel the movement in my hand that lay upon
her raised hip and, of course, against my pelvis and around my hard
throbbing member.

What she was doing was no accident - and there was no reason that I
could understand for it either.  No rational reason I mean.  If my
ex-girlfriend was doing it - I would have had an easier time
comprehending what was going on.  With my own mother the answers to
the obvious questions were hindered by the same morals that this woman
had taught me as a child.

Her ass continued its delicious movement - effectively yanking on my
dick in a very rhythmic way.  And delicious it was - my mind may be
confused while my body was simply enjoying.  My eyes watched her ass
undulate before me, and it was hypnotic.

"Mom...?"

Her face turned downward, toward the pillow as if to hid her eyes, but
I heard "Shh!"

Mom reached behind her with her tiny hand and lay it upon my own hip -
she then began to guide me forward even as her hips shoved backward.
My body did not need coaching in this natural movement and my hips
started to pump enthusiastically back and forth - in time to the
movements that my mom had orchestrated.

Mothers silent way to tell me to pump against her was a turning point
for me that evening.  It suddenly did not matter that the ass that
felt so great was my mothers.  That my father was upstairs sleeping as
I pumped against his wife's plump ass.  It was like a valve being
opened - and the morals that I tried to live up to, the same that my
parents had taught me, were completely ignored.  Was it the same for
all guys when a woman was anxiously available?

I reached down with my raised hand and quickly shoved my pyjamas
bottoms down to the top of my thighs, below my balls - exposing myself
to the cool night air and the warm covered woman before me.  Her ass
did not pause in its delicious movements.

Then I reached down with the same hand and yanked the bottom edge of
mother's long tee-shirt up above her hip, exposing white bikini
panties beneath.  A minor disappointment filled me, seeing that mother
had not gone bare beneath her shirt but realized it only slowed me
down for another few seconds - the time needed to get those irritating
panties down her legs exposing that sexy round ass for my selfish
pleasure.

Just as I hooked my thumb in the elastic waistband of the white cotton
panty, mother's tiny hand gasped me firmly pulled my hand up to her
face, that was no longer facing downward into the pillow.

Even in my rising passion I realized that mother may not want me to
take her panties off - perhaps that was the boundary that she had set
for this evening.  Only a seconds disappointment filled me - most
certainly my bare hard cock felt delicious with only the single thin
cotton separating it and her sexy soft ass.  Perhaps, I thought as a
consolation, I could try getting her panties out of the way later?

Mother slipped my thumb deep into her mouth and sucked stronger than I
had ever experienced and it was enough of a surprise to still my
pumping hips.  My mom began to move her head just enough so that my
thumb moved in and out past her warm moist lips and her tongue swirled
around against it within her mouth.  The action was unmistakable and
very hot!

My hips restarted their movements - but with a more powerful lunge to
them this time, I was becoming impassioned with the moment.

Mom then released my thumb and brought it down to her chest and
pressed my open palm into her tiny round tit, the pointy hard nipple
obvious as it thrust into my palm.  She let out a guttural groan as I
squeezed her breast viciously.

She was bouncing up and down upon the couch as we slammed together -
the pleasure filling me from our joining was exquisite.  Perhaps there
is an aphrodisiac by being naughty.  Sin does have its benefits it
seems.

My hand was trembling as I rushed to reach down and slip it beneath
the bundled hem of her long tee-shirt.  I again reached her small
breast, unencumbered this time by any covering, and found that it was
warm and covered in goosebumps but still felt very good.  The
centimetre long nipple seemed to scratch into my palm without regret
as I mauled my mother's chest.

The sounds of my mothers laboured fast breathing became loud enough to
hear over my own grunts and it was like music to my ears.

It did not matter to me, at that moment, that this was not, in the
strictest sense, sex.  If anything, that realization allowed me to let
go so easily, accepting this unsolicited for coupling.  Though by the
time I had her bare breast in my hand, I was dry humping my mother's
full round ass without a care or thought in the world.  At least no
other thought than getting the most pleasure I could from our joining.

I was conscious that the lower of my mother's arms was along the
length of her body, her hand trapped between her thighs.  Not until
later was I cognisant enough to realize what that signified.

That moment was approaching and I subconsciously leaned forward and
down to kiss mother's ear and then her neck with sloppy wet kisses.
She groaned with the new intimacy and then surprised me by turning her
face back to look at me.  My lips found her mouth open as if frozen in
a silent scream and kissed them lavishly.  A moment later, when my
tongue slipped into her still wide open mouth and tasted her from the
source, only then did she turn away from me - leaving me with the
smooth curve of her long neck.  It was soon covered in my saliva as I
found pleasure even in this forbidden touch.

The sound of my own pleasure was getting louder to my ears, mother
following with an odd symphony of audible lust.

It felt as if her body was on fire beneath my lips, in my hand and
through her panties and against my crotch.  She was sweating
profusely, noticing that the small round breast I held was slick to
the touch and the backs of her bare thighs sticking to my pyjamas
bottoms.  Mother was trembling now as well - shivering as if walking
out the front door on a winters day dressed in what she wore at this
moment.

Then it happened and it would be something I would relive for the rest
of my life.  My cock grew at the last second as if the pressure of the
fast-moving sperm was building up to rocket out the head.  I pressed
my face into mother's messy hair as we both continued to move even as
that first blast seemed to overwhelm me.  Mother gasped loudly as I
let a masculine squeal that was muffled by mother's head.  My sperm
began to pump out of my cock and without a doubt, up to that point,
was the best orgasm of my life.  It came out in copious amounts and
seemed to quickly fill the valley that my cock lay, soaking into the
thin white cotton quickly, so that the crevice was slick with my
spend.  I ejaculated what felt like a huge amount, by any man's
standards, and when my cock slowed in its blasts I felt drained and
exhausted.

It was in those immediate post-ejaculation moments that reality has a
way of returning full force.  As if a light switch was turned on in my
head, I realized that mother was still humping against me, panting
loudly and shivering with energy.  A smell drifted up to my nostrils
as if for the first time, it was a heady complicated scent that could
only come from one place.  Even as I realized this, mom turned her
head back toward the pillow below her head and bit into it as a loud
yet muffled squeal escaped her hidden face.

I was the sole witness to the most delightful moment in my life -
watching my own maternal parent enjoy her own orgasm as I just lay
behind her in awe.  The cheeks of her ass held my cock as if in a vise
and waves of violent shivers seemed to roll through her.  It was a
moment that could never be forgotten and one that would bind us
forever.

Then it was finished and the only sound in the room was our laboured
breathing and the national anthem from the television, the movie
having been over for some minutes.

It was a delicate moment, by anyone's standards.  My heart was soaring
with what could only be love.  Not love of the only mother I had ever
known - but an emotion that I had yet experienced up to that point in
my life.

The minutes passed very slowly and I was conscious of our delicate
posture - of the mess upon mother's ass where it seemed to join us as
if glue.  My hand was still beneath her tee-shirt holding her breast,
but I dared not move it - almost fearing mother's response.

Had I done something to bring this event on?  How would mom respond to
what just happened?  Did she feel as I did about her?

Then with slow deliberate movements her hands awkwardly pushed her
panties down her hips and down her thighs before she removed them
completely.  She held them in a single hand bundled up - the clothe
saturated with our mutual juices.

My slippery cock lay along the lower curve of mothers naked flesh -and
my eyes were looking down at the bare hip where once lay the white
panty.  A twitch between my legs told me me that my cock was quickly
returning to life and I wondered if by her removing her panties that
it was an invitation for more?  A silent prayer came to me to wish to
so.

Mother felt it as well, that same hungry beast growing against the
flesh of her hot smooth bare ass and she pulled her hips away from
mine.  Then she pushed herself up to a sitting position, my hand
having no choice but to slip out from beneath her shirt.  She sat
before me for some silent minutes - the television now buzzing
irritatingly while a prismatic pattern filled the room with its
rainbow of colours.  My hand, the same that had held her perfect small
breast, now stroked up and down her back gently, outside her
tee-shirt.

Her breathing finally calmed so that I could no longer hear it.  I
wanted to wrap my arms about her and tell her I loved her - try to
make her see that I was now hers for life everlasting and that I would
do anything, anything, for her.  But most of all I wanted more of what
we had started there this night - my cock was ready for her again, as
it would be for the rest of our years - and there was no sexual act I
would not do for and with her.

Yet I could feel the tension rising with her, beneath the touch of my
hand on her back.  I could tell that she wanted to talk, to tell me
something - and I doubted that it was the same message that I wanted
to give her.

Even as she rose up on unsteady white sock-covered feet and then seem
to drift silently away into the darkness my eyes filled with tears and
I sat as I had lain when this encounter had started.

The random mixture of emotions that filled me never got easier to deal
with - only that I was better at submerging them.

Twelve years passed and all our lives changed, as time seems to do to
each of us.  I was a successful and talented person now - enjoying a
life and career that I had not even considered when I was 18.

Mother never spoke a word of what happened between us - had never
given me even a look that told me that my memory was in fact real and
not a dream, as it seemed to be as time passed.  I never spoke to her
about it either, but I was generous in my appraising looks of her
clothed body that she could not help but notice though ignored.  We
continued, in all respects, as mother and son.

Time passed - our lives altered and we changed as people.

Five years after my parents divorce did I have the nerve to even
consider approaching mother.  She was leading the full but lonely life
of a mature single person - appearing, in all respects, happy.  I
write this diatribe to purge my soul, to leave evidence of my memory
of the encounter that plagued my thoughts when I lay alone in the dark
of the night and to give me the strength of what I needed to do.

I leave to pick her up in minutes - to take her to the fanciest
restaurant in town and then to tell her what I should have told her
twelve years ago, as we sat silent in the darkness immediately after
our mutual orgasms.

Tonight our relationship was going to change - but I hoped it was for
the better.

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