I still couldn't believe what my mother and I had done, or how casual it felt to have her hand on my cock. As I have said, we had always been close, but this was something very different. Our mother/son relationship seemed to be fading away and replaced by something very different. I couldn't quite describe it, but I liked it.

I stood swaying on my feet as my mother stroked me, alternating reading the paper and sipping her coffee. Ever so often she would glance at my cock but then go back to what she had been doing. Soon it was driving me crazy... not just the casualness of...