(Please read Parts 1 and 2, otherwise this story will not make much sense. To all the people who said they liked my first two stories, thanks. This is only the third story I have ever written, Pt. 1 was the first, so go easy. One strange thing. 70,000 read my first story, about 250 voted and only 5 sent me emails. That's an amazing small percentage. A little more feedback would be nice, good or bad. Enjoy.)
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Chapter Eight
We were laying on the sofa a few nights later. I was naked, as I was almost all the time now and mom was wearing her usual panties. I was holding her and she was slowly caressing me with her hand. This was our quiet time in the evening, one of my favorite times. I had already been satisfied and cleaned. Now we were just relaxing and she knew I liked to be kept a little hard.
"Do you ever miss Jack mom?"
"Sometimes a little honey."
"What do you miss about him?"
"I don't know Jimmy."
"Was it this?"
I pushed my hand down under her panties and cupped her.
"No Jimmy, please. That's not right!"
She tried to push my hand away. I slipped my finger into her. I had never touched this part of a women before and I was surprised at how wet she was. I slipped my finger all the way in.
"Please take you finger out Jimmy. We'll talk ok?"
I pulled out my finger but I left my hand where it was.
"I know you want more but I just can't let you sleep with me. You're my son. Do you need more help, maybe right after you get home from school and just before you go to bed?"
The memory of my coming five times in one hour flashed through my brain. I wondered for a second if she would do that for me. There will be time for that later I thought. I also thought that I did not want to cum five times in a pair of her panties. There were other, better places for my cum to go.
"No mom, not now. I was just worried that you are unhappy. I can hear your dildo almost every night and I know you must be frustrated."
"My what!?"
"Dildo. I looked it up on the internet. They come in a lot bigger sizes mom. Why didn't you get a bigger one?"
"First of all Jimmy it is called a vibrator. Only sluts use dildos. Mothers use vibrators and size isn't that important."
"It isn't? I thought size was the only thing that mattered."
"It is important honey. Every woman fantasizes about a large cock but there are other things a whole lot more important."
"You mean like how long a guy can stay hard mom. I read about that too on the internet."
Mom laughed and said "I'm going to have to look a little more closely at the web sites you go to honey."
I looked down at where my mom's hand was slowly moving up and down and said, "I think it's a little late for that."
"Oh god, I've ruined you. At your age you should be full of romantic notions about young ladies your own age. You should be dating girls from your school, not get hand jobs from an old lady."
"Your not old mom, your perfect, besides I thought you said I was too young to date."
"I think you've gotten a lot older in the last few weeks. How can you be like other boys your age now? That is what I have been worrying about since the first time you cam in my hands. Honey, I want you to take your hand off my cunt and make me a promise."
I left my hand right where it was and inserted my finger again. Mom squirmed but did not move away.
"What's the promise?"
"I want you to date someone this weekend. Take her to a show, buy her some candy, talk to her. Talk about school. And for gods sake keep you hands off her, at least for the first few dates."
"What about Vicky?"
Mom's hand tightened noticeably on my dick and she stopped stroking me.
"Vicky's dumb and her mother's a slut. All the ladies at church know that. I just think you can do better."
"Your jealous mom."
"I am not!"
Mom squeezed me so hard it almost hurt. I loved it.
"Ok mom ok. No Vicky. I will ask out this nice girl in my algebra class named Linda Gilmore. I have been talking to her and I think she will be happy to go to the movies with me."
"Remember Jimmy don't try to strip her naked on the first date. That is not what a nice girl really wants. She will let you know when it is the right time. And I promise you something."
"What?"
"You will not need sex when you take her out. You may want it, but you will not need it, understand?"
We both smiled and she snuggled down into my arm which was not easy since she was bigger that I was. I kissed her. I moved my finger in and out faster and she started to move her hand faster. A strange look came over her face.
"Yes! Yes! Just like that Jimmy. Yes!"
Suddenly mom stopped jacking me off and squeezed hard. Her hips moved quickly back and forth against my hand and she let out a quiet sigh. Then she went completely limp and smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. A look of dreamy warmth was in her eyes.
"You ok mom?"
"I couldn't be better honey. I couldn't be better. I guess I really needed that. Thank you."
For some reason I didn't understand I felt wonderful.
"I guess we will have to change our definition of incest from now on. You still can't sleep with me but this is ok, I guess. Boy was it ok."
We watched television for about an hour, just holding each other and enjoying the show. Then I got up to go to bed.
"Do you want to come to my room now mom?"
"No honey, I'm use to sleeping here. Perhaps we will share a bed eventually but not right now. I need a little time alone every night. You would not want to see me in moisturizing crème, believe me. Now go to bed."
Mom threw pillow at me.
"You said there was something more important than size. What was it?"
"Jimmy, if the only thing that mattered was size and endurance, every women would be married to a dildo, err vibrator."
She smiled.
"What really matters is love, honey. It can make up for even the smallest dick, not that you have anything to worry about there."
I walked into my bedroom without touching the floor.
Chapter Nine