(All characters are over 18 years of age.)
Billy sat at the kitchen table feeling depressed. Another night out with friends, another night of flirting with girls that led to blue-balls instead of getting laid or making any real connections. It had been so long. He was so lonely. On top of it all he was living at home with his mom.
She was definitely a "cool" mom. "She's awesome." he thought. They had a very open and honest relationship and she didn't really place any stupid restrictions on him like some parents. "And she's beautiful." In her early fifties, she was still in shape and hot, as his friends often let him know, much to his annoyance.
Still, sometimes he thought if only he had his own place girls would think he was cooler and he'd have a place where he could take them and maybe even get a real girlfriend. But he knew given his recent luck, things didn't even go far enough for that to be an issue. And that fact just depressed him even more.
As he was thinking about all this when she walked in - his mom that is. She was wearing a soft, light blue bathrobe. "And maybe nothing else" he thought, and then scolded himself for thinking about that.
Sophie still had that just out of bed look on her face. Her eyes barely opening up, she said, "Good morning sweetie. Did you have a nice time last night?" Her right hand lightly scratched her head, running her fingers through her hair. She had reddish brown; lovely wavy hair, not curly, just lots of waves going down to her shoulders.
He sort of grunted in response, shrugged, then said, "Yeah, it was alright."
She stopped moving her hand through her hair and her head froze at an angle. "Oh? Not a very nice night?"
He kept his head down and didn't say anything for a second. She pulled out the kitchen chair next to him and sat down facing him. He watched and felt a nice jump in his chest when she touched his bare knee and tried to look in his downturned eyes.
"What? What happened?" she asked.
"It was okay. Just... talked with some girls but it just didn't lead to anything. Again. It's just getting a little frustrating."
"Oh, sweetie, I know. It's been a long time since you had a girlfriend. You must be getting lonely?" she said, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. Her hands were so warm and soft.
"Yeah, yeah... I guess that's it." he said tersely. He was surprised to find that her little hand squeeze had suddenly "woken him up down there". He thought to himself, "Why the hell did I just get hard? Am I getting so desperate that my own mother holding my hand gets me hard?"
For some reason, thinking "my own mother" got his cock even harder.
Now he was starting to worry about whether or not she would notice it poking up from his flimsy boxer shorts. Luckily, sitting down like he was kept it pretty discreet.
"Oh honey, I know. I know." she said with very sweet concern. Then she quickly stood up and said, "Do you want a hug, baby?"
The thought startled him so much, he nearly jumped, which was of course was what he thought he should avoid! But something deep in him felt a pull, and couldn't say no to a request for such close contact with a beautiful woman who was nearly naked. That deep part of him didn't care if it was his mother.
Actually, he was realizing, some part of him was more excited because it was his mother.
Meanwhile, she had her arms out wide open, while looking at him in such a caring and loving way.
Slowly, without really thinking, almost like in a dream, he stood up and went into her warm embrace. He felt the soft, plush bathrobe against his body. First his arms, then moving closer to his chest, he could feel it through his t-shirt.
Of course, then he could feel what was under that bathrobe. Her soft skin. Her wonderful chest; he could just barely feel her nipples against his body.
Even though he was taller, she put her arms over his shoulders and he put his hands on her waist. He always loved those soft hips. And in general that extra layer of softness that women have there.
