As Gary and his mom lie or sat on the couch, Gary had begun to tell his mom something and wanted to let out some secrets he had been keeping for a long time. She had no idea, but it would be to his advantage that he was going to let her in on his secrets.
"What is it honey you feel you should tell me," as she sat there and he rubbed her legs. "Feel free to tell me anything, seeing as it was his mom and moms always felt they need to know about everything in their children's lives; what would you care to tell me?"
His boner subsided, but the potential for its reentry into the 'market' did exist. "Mom, this is private, real private to me. It involves you and me specifically, as he sat up on the couch, but a little ways away from her. I feel, I think I feel as if I'm...," and he trailed off not finishing what he wanted to say to her.
An inquisitive expression came across her face. She had to know what it was he wanted to tell her. That was her nature. She truly loved her son, as a mother, but showed it differently then most moms would. She was of a 'loving nature' and she loved to show how she 'loved' her kids by expressing it physically. Unfortunately, that may have been detrimental to their emotional maturity, although it didn't appear to be a problem for his sister, it was for him.
Then Gary's mom began to discover what it was. Somehow she began to realize that he was liked his mom for more then a mom. He actually, she discovered, liked her for sexual reasons. This was an emotional and sexually dysfunctional issue with young adults. She, as a parent, wasn't aware of the dysfunctional atmosphere she developed between her and Gary.
Unfortunately, her relationship which she nurtured only held him back as a responsible and emotionally immature young adult.
Regardless, both were looking forward to further intimate relations of a different type between mother and son.
"Gary, it's always quite alright to let me know any of your feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I do not care what it is you seem to be suffering from, because it is apparent that you are agonizing about something important."
She rubbed his arm, then his shoulder, and eventually ran her hands through his hair. Afterwards, she pulled herself closer to him so that he would put his head against her arm and shoulder. Gary, closed in on her as he sat right up against her, leaned against her, and she wrapped her arm up and around his other side. She comforted him. He loved the way she did it. Warm feelings ran throughout his body. She liked that he found comfort with her at the helm. It touched off many different emotional and various sentiments within her. They were not necessarily the appropriate ones.
Signals within Gary said to him, "Touch her, but tell her first. Go ahead, touch her boobs, but tell her how you dream of you and her and how you've had wet dreams or even cummed in your dreams. She'll understand. She will."
These signals or brain waves that were being sent throughout him were bursting all over his brain. He had to let it out.
"Mom, I dream about us all the time. She became curious and felt honored, but wasn't expecting him to say what he was about to tell her. He looked at her expressions and continued. I don't only dream about us mom, I have wet dreams or even more. In my dreams, there is sexual activity between you and me. In fact, I could have sex with you right now, that's how attracted I am to you." He stopped to get her reaction
She was honored that he'd feel that way. She was surprised, but it was good. She liked it that he felt this way. It gave her a sense of 'value', she felt. It meant to her that she meant something more to him then just a son who gets his wash, cooking, schooling, and other necessities out of their mom.
"Is that what has been bothering Gary, the idea that you love or should I say, feel attracted to your mom, physically? I can't tell you how honored I am to hear that out of you. It pleases me to know you see me as more then a mom."
He didn't respond; he wanted to see what her reactions would be. He wasn't sure if what he said was appropriate.
"Gary honey, many parents or mothers and their son's may find those types of feelings inappropriate. It isn't unusual though for a son to have feelings like yours about his mom. What sort of feelings or desires do you have?"
She put it all on him to express his desires. She had to know what he wanted, because what he told her secretly aroused her. She'd love for her own son to have sexual relations with her. Long ago, she dreamed of those adventures. Once, she had that opportunity about 7 years ago when she met with another guy who was 19. He lived next door to her. He did many chores for her. She began having feelings for him. Unfortunately, even though they became very close, he decided to go away to college out of nowhere. Hence her 'relationship' never developed and she went into a brief stay of depression. Eventually it passed.
Her love may have transmitted itself to Gary; maybe it did, but maybe she just had a serious affinity for young, adults too. She never viewed Gary that way until he reached eighteen. She never ever felt the way she felt about him, until he was a 'man'. Who knew about him, not anyone except himself?
"I do love the fact, honey, that you feel attracted to me. It sure makes me feel as if I'm a young woman. Is that okay to say that to you?"
He looked at her; he smiled, but only nodded yes to his mom. He wasn't sure how to express himself to her. He sat there with his hands on his lap. He wasn't embarrassed, but he was a little shy or timid about making a move on her based on all of his dreams he had.
"Gary, what sort of... well tell me about your dreams you've had? In fact, let's go upstairs, away from distractions and we can talk... more comfortably."
"You and me, upstairs... just you and me alone, is that okay to do?"
"Oh sure it will be fine honey. I will take time to listen to what's been bothering you and we can figure out how to get through all of this without any embarrassment."
"Yeah, I am embarrassed, to say the very least. I am embarrassed to or well acknowledge I find my mom attractive. I'm not sure it's okay to think and feel that way."
"Ohh nooo honey, what you feel is totally natural. Many young men feel that way. I've read about it and I am one mother among what I think are millions who think it's completely acceptable to feel that way. It really is okay to have those feelings."
Then she put her hand on his leg. She rubbed it tenderly, but her hand went high up towards his waist, but not circling anywhere around his crotch. Regardless, what she just did turned Gary on a lot.
"Honey, said his mom, let's head upstairs so we can relax and talk more openly. There won't be any distractions of people, phones, or the door, okay sweetheart?"
He agreed and she smiled, took his hand, and led him upstairs. "Let's go to your room, how that sound? Would the floor be okay or would you like to sit on your bed?"
"The beds fine mom; it's a lot more comfy then the floor."
