I woke the next morning with mother still tucked under my arm. I tried to slip away gently to pee but she woke snd clung to me snd murmured. I told her i had no choice and she told me to hurry bs back. I did so and slipped back next to her. As I lay there with her snuggling in tight against me I had a new experience…the combined scent of a bed reeking of s**. Even though it was our separate scents it was new to me and intensely arousing. It and the memories 9f witnessing my mother bring herself to o***** had me restless and panting. I tried to stay still but was fidgeting and edgy and it woke her again. She grumbled sleepily and padded off naked to pee herself. When she came back she slid back in under my arm and said she missed the smell of a man in her bed. I thought through the concept that she had not dated since my fsthe4 died and i asked her if it was my fault she was alone. She said she preferred her life with me for years and now and to stop worrying. Then she lay her leg across mine again and took mybhand and placed it on my erection, then I felt her hand slowly moving against my hip as she began to touch herself. I felt her increased panting on my chest as she looked up into my eyes and said “together this time please…”. I managed to hold on until her teeth gritted and she looked up at me helplessly and I asked her to c** for me. We caught our breath and ended up dozing off again. When she woke me late morning it was with a single question. Whether I was willing to join her in the bath but with no mutual touching or m***********. I agreed enthusiastically. It was the hapoiest time of my life, for the next few months anyway before things turned south thanks to me and my infatuation and insatiable desire for my mother.