For a few months after my 17th birthday date night with my mother, my mother and I kept getting closer as a man and woman rather than mother and son. We cuddled all the time, most nights shared a bed without any intimate interaction. I kept my promise to her and focused on respecting and cherishing her as a woman. I always left the choice of how we spent the nights to her, whether her bed or mine, degree of clothing worn at night vs bare, never assumed anything. It was actually almost a month after the date night before we masturbated together for the second time. Again with her under the sheets where I only saw her from the shoulders up. When she would ask me if I needed to m*********, I would tell her i would rather wait until she was ready to do so together again. One night she came to my room to slip into bed with me and ask me if i needed to, and I said the same thing. But this time she shyly asked me if i would do so simply for her enjoyment of watching. Of course I did it. After I asked nervously, what if i wanted to watch her m********* just for the same beauty of it, and she told me that the rules are the rules and it did not work that way, that she was still my mother and she made the rules. She would come to my bed and ask me to do it for her mote frequently. Usually she would stay with me through the night but one morning I woke up alone. She was in the shower and I said good morning but she peeked around the corner of the shower curtain and asked me to hop in with her. I was stunned when she asked me to wash her back. She had never let me touch her at all beyond non s***** cuddling contact with her in my arms. As I washed her back she laughed and asked why my hands were shaking. I told her why, and she told me that after ibhad masturbated for her the night before she could not sleep when she went back to her room and told me she had masturbated alone in her bed. My hands froze while washing her back and she asked why and I just left the shower. She called after me but i went to my room slammed the door and paced because I was hurt and angry. As soon as she was out of the shower she came barging into my room and asked what I was upset about. I managed to find a way to explain that it was hurtful to know that she had come into my room and do it for her but that clearly it affected her to the point that she needed to do it herself but was not comfortable or willing to share that with me. I even managed to find a mature way to talk to her to explain that the message she was projecting was bordering on rejection. She got all that but still justified it as her rules were her rules and I had to respect them. I was distant and pouting for a few days. Eventually my emotions got to me and i could no longer resist the instinct to be loving and affectionate with her. We got past the topic but not really dealt with it. During the day we would go out together such as shopping or dinner and even holding hands which was new. We had been having date nights and the next one was like my 17th birthday she was decked out and dolled up and stunningly beautiful. Even like beforebslow dancing in the living room for a long time. It was all without a word until she looked up at me and said she could feel that I needed some “mom time”. A term she had long used about my need to m********* under her supervision without the relationship dynamic. I told her that I would rather wait for us to share it together but she said she did not agree. And for the first time ever she touched me below the waist. Lightly running her fingertips up my clothed erection in my pants. I froze stunned and she smiled up at me then pressed her hand firmly against my erection through my pants and rubbing rhythymically. I was breathless and wide eyed but my body knew what it wanted and my hips began to grind forward against her hand, trying to d******* it. She chuckled and took me by the hand to my room. She did not remove a stitch of clothing but ordered me to undress. She smiled down at me as I lay in the bed and lifted the skirt of her classic little black dress just enough to pull down and step out of her p******. She lay next to me on the bed and began to slowly drag them all over my skin and I was losing my mind. She took them amd wrapped them around my erection and began to slowly stroke me with them. It did not take long and when she knew Ibwas desperate she took them off my erection and laid them on my stomach and shockingly ran a single fingertip across my testicles then traced it up my erection a single time. Then left me hanging. Then did it again a single time. Repeated that cycle as she lay next to me propped on an elbow smiling down at me with fire in her eyes. I felt like I was hanging deaperately in those sensations for an eternity. Eventually I was so excited physically and mentally that a trickle of s**** would occasionally dribble from me and that seemed to make her prolong the ecstacy and agony. When I hit the point of begging she wrapped the p****** around me again and began firmly stroking me and demanded I c** for her. I did so long and painfully. Even amidst the pleasure I felt the dull throbs of ache in my testicles. She used the p****** to clean me up then lay on my chest and told me to never doubt who was in charge here. She stayed next to me but fully dressed all night. In the morning she woke me and told me to shower with her. That fateful.morning was the long waiting beginning of the toxicity and eventual r***. I wrongly assumed that we were progressing to th3 next step where I was allowed to touch her in any way.