My nineteen-year-old son Johnny and I were driving home from State College. He had just completed his first year there. We had driven longer than we should and it would soon be dark. Between traffic congestion, a wrong turn, and finding our way back to the correct route, we were now almost three hours behind schedule.
"It's time we found a cabin for the night," I suggested.
"Let me drive for an hour, please, Mom," he said. "Then we can stop."
"Okay," I told him.
An hour later when we looked for a motel in which to stay the night, we found none that had a vacancy. We decided to drive through the night.
We were in a remote part of upstate New York when we spotted a sign that read "Cabins Vacancy."
I told my over enthusiastic son to pull into their driveway and we would stay the night. He responded, "Aw, Mom, I wanted to drive all night."
"Sorry, son," I told him. "I am tired. I want to sleep. We can finish the trip in the morning."
To make a long story short, there was only one cabin still available. It cost only fifty dollars for the night, it had only one double bed, and no couch. We would have to sleep together. And for toilet privacy, it only had a curtain. I "had to go" desperately. We took it.
John sat outdoors while I used the toilet. I returned the favor. We changed into our nightclothes, each on his/my side of the bed, our backs to one another. I'm sure he saw nothing he shouldn't see. I saw nothing of him that I shouldn't see. We got under the blankets, said goodnight, and, each in a fetal position, and back-to-back, went to sleep.
At two in the morning, I awoke to a rhythmic movement of the mattress. John was masturbating gently on his pillow. Well, I know John masturbates regularly. I've washed his semen off his pillow cases so often I cannot count the times. I didn't want him staining the cabin's pillow case so I spoke to him. "John, don't come on the pillow."
"Where should I put it, Mom?"
I thought a moment and then said, "Oh, put it on my stomach and go to sleep."
"Are you sure, Mom?"
"It's okay, Johnny. I'm your mother. I take care of your Dad and I can take care of you," I told him.
He threw his leg over me, pressed his hard-on into my stomach, and started to masturbate.
"Wait up Johnny, I don't want to have you come on my nightgown." I pulled my nightgown up, safely away from his ejaculation.