When mother and i got home from our dinner date she had us slow dance in the living room to several songs. This was differe t than lying in her arms when i masturbated qs a loving supportive mentoring mother who was doing what she could to help me avoid destroying my life with a compulsive m*********** habit, this was a beautiful elegant woman whose scent was agonizing and was for the first time interacting with me as a man not a self destructive teen who could not keep his hands from his g*******. The close proximity of her in my arms and her head tucked into my neck was delicious agony. I was erect before the first song ended and tried to ease my hips away from her but she laughed in my ear and stepped even more tightly into me, and whispered ” easy there tiger we will get you more mom time later.” I gulped and did my best to stay focused on my mother, my savior, and my sin dripoingly beautiful fantasy woman. After several songs she wordlessly took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. It had been off limits for so long ever since she had woken to find me m*********** as she slept. She sat us on the edge of the bed and told me to keep my hands to myself, and to just listen and learn. And i was stunned when she softly kissed me, delicately then gradually more lingeringly, progressing to playful licking and nibbling of my lips. I was trembling and lost and helpless. Still fully clothed she slowly leaned into me pushing me back snd reminded me…very literally in a threatening tone…to remember who she was and that the wrong move on my part would end this immediately. I learned what true s***** heat was in the next moments as she kissed me slower and longer. I was shaking and gasping. Then suddenly she stood and took my hand to stand, as she turned and lifted her hair and told me to unfasten and unzip her dress back. When the zipper bottomed she stepped several feet away and slid the dress off her shoulders. Stood there for a moment in bra and p******, then held her eyes with mine as she slipped out of those. She let me look briefly before she slipped under the sheets of her bed and lay on her side propped on an elbow and said hapoy birthday, now you know what it is like to watch a woman undress for you. Told me it was my turn. Still our eyes never parted. She patted the bed inviting me in and I nervously slipped in. She gave me my next instruction. Hand behind my head, no talking, maintain eye contact. She turned her head towards me and I got lost in her eyes as always. It was quickly apparent that jer hands were slowly moving across her own body. So slowly and lightly. I watched her eyes, her face, her lips, listened to every gasp whimper and shy moan. Watched every beautiful facial expression. It seemed to last hours. Eventually her face throat and shoulders sheened perspiration. I was barely conscious of my erection twitching and dripping on my stomach. She was still covered from above her breasts down, but i was fized on her fac3 anyway. Eventually the sheet betrayed that her hips were lifting rhythymically and her whimpers grew louder. She seemed to hang in the near peak and be frustrated. I opened my mouth afraid to risk it but she saw that and gasped for me to please say it. And wiithout instinct our eyes locked I said what we both needed me to say…c** for me mother…and her eyes rolled back and she was a banshee, c****** violently, back arching, groaning and cursing through gritted teeth, growling from her throat, legs shaking violently as she simply moaned my name over and over as our eyes loved each other.

At last she floated back down. What little visible skin there was dripped sweat. She tucked herself under my arm, reminded me hands to myself. When she could breath she told me happy birthday, that this was what it was for a woman to c** for me, and shyly admitted that she had not c** for pr with a man since my father died. And that she had never had such an o***** wothout being touched at all. She said she would murder for ice water, and i bravely kissed het forehead and went to get it for her. She had a strange look when i returned and i asked what was wrong, and she said there were worse things in the world than watching a sweet pair of male a** cheeks walking away to pamper you, as well as watching a stiff dripping c*** coming towards her. I was stunned because she had never said anything like that before. She sat up holding the sheet in front of her over her breasts, and then looked at me deadly seriously. She pulled what little sheet covered me off me, and sat there and looked down at me and told me it was her turn to enjoy the show. And to take my time because she wanted to enjoy it for a chang3 instead of being in charge of it. My mother’s eyes travelled up and down my form as I gave her what she asked for over a very long time, but i could look at nothing but her face and eyes. And when she at long last told me it was time to c** for her, she got to smile and her eyes light up as i cried out her name as my own bacl arched, and her eyes lit up even brighter as she watched me explode a hot white fountain that even struck me in the face. She used the sheet to wupe my skin from navel to face dry, and saw my face fall. She worried snd asked and I told her I hated the thought of leaving for my room. She lay back down beside me and said that the rules still apply, that I am never to enter her bedroom of my own accord, but without implying anything for the future, she absolutely qas insisting that I share her bed for the rest of the night. She rolled onto her side facing me and threw a leg over my leg as she nestled deep under my arm. She kissed me so softly and told me…i known it will be difficult but the rules still applied, but she wanted to sleep next to her son tonight.