Plumb little, 4'7", 175lbs, Della Mae (Del) lay reclined on the large pillow on the left side of the king-size bed. She had the range of the whole bed but the left side was her side. The right side had been her husband's, Bob, side. After his passing, a year earlier, she had slept on the right side for many months, but time had healed the wounds and life was going on without him. She returned to the left side of the bed.
Having become overly warm, she had tossed the bedding off of her to the left. By the illumination of the bedside lamp, the adult book she had been reading placed upside down on the table to hold her place, she could now study the dildo she was stroking in and out of her vagina with her left hand, as she fingered her clit with her right.
She was doing what any red blooded, American woman, who enjoyed sex, left alone would do in her place. She was widowed at the mid-life age of 53, and had had no inclination to find or be with another man. Still, she got horny. When pondering the subject, she would probably have admitted she got horny more often than most women her age. She felt no embarrassment doing what she was doing for the third time during the week, 6 days.
Then, there was her fifth child, Thomas. Having married early in life, she had had Mark, Beth, Karen and Robert in the first five years of marriage. She had wanted more but the years passed without a pregnancy, until, at 35, she had become pregnant with Thomas. He was now 19 years old, attending community college, with one more year to go for an associate degree. If he went off to college, she would be totally alone. She hated the thought.
She loved all her children but they had been married and moved away for many years now. Thomas was special to her and she treated him so - dotting on him constantly - touching him in a loving motherly way at every opportunity. He would be her last. The doctor had seen to that. Now, her husband gone, she became even more praising of Thomas's smallest successes. She cooked, cleaned and made a fuss over him, now, as she had her husband.
Her breathing was heavy and her subdued moans continuous as she swirled her middle finger around the base of her clit, stroking the dildo quickly. Now uncovered, she could feel the coldness as the perspiration evaporated off of her naked body. Still, she could not get her mind to focus on any one fantasy, owing they were innocent in nature and few, long enough to bring her to orgasm.
Having to masturbate aside, her mind focused on her son's problem. His words "mom, what is wrong with me?", continued to surface foremost in her mind. Her finger slowly slowed, then, retreated as she pulled the dildo out of her. She put her vagina lubricated hand to her mouth in despair. She rolled from the bed, her small rotund body prodding across the bedroom to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee, deep in thought.
The night before, Thomas had come in around 10 o'clock, returning home from the movie date with Sharon, whom he had known since elementary school. She saw immediately that he was distraught and asked what the problem was.
"It's personal, mom." He had answered. "I can't discuss such things with my mother."
She had patted the sofa for him to set down next to her. He had reluctantly joined her on the sofa.
"You, my dear, can discuss anything with me. It doesn't matter what the subject. I am here to help. Now tell Mama what you are so upset about." She assured him and waited a long minute for him to decide to confide in her.
"It seems like every girl I get close to treats me like a priest. They confide in me, telling me all kinds of junk! Sharon is screwing her college professor. She gives me a blow-by-blow description, but she won't let me screw her. I can give her ora... - sorry mom...
"It's okay! Your mom is no saint... I know what you mean... go ahead continue."
"I give her oral and she offers nothing in return. She is not the first girl to treat me like that. What is wrong with me, mom?"
"You are too nice for them, Thomas. You attract the bad girls because you are so nice and they can confide in you about the bad things they do. They trust you. Those girls are always attracted to the bad guys. You can't take them seriously. One day you'll find that sweet little girl who will love you for your goodness." She explained to him all the while patting and rubbing him lovingly on the back, shoulders and thigh.
A week past without much happening. Then, Thomas told her he had a date with Sharon after dinner on Saturday. Del asked, indirectly, if he was going to give Sharon what she liked. He told her reluctantly he probably would and tried to explain, without being too specific, that it was the only chance he had to get near a real vagina.
"You know, if you withhold that little treat she might come around to at least letting you explore a little bit - with your hand." She tactfully suggested. "One thing you might want to do is to prepare yourself so you won't get so upset when you two are alone."
"Prepare myself? How do you mean?" Thomas asked.
"Well, before you shower - or during your shower - you relieve himself and then you will be better prepared to say no."
"MOM! Isn't it a little improper for us to be talking about masturbation."
"Hey, young man, we all do it - either by ourselves or to one another. We are all adults here."
"I'll think about it, okay?"
Saturday rolled around. Del was preparing dinner and her son was taking a shower and getting dressed. She hoped he would follow her advice. He had forgotten the khaki pants she had pressed for him. With pants across her right arm, assisting her climb on the left rail, she hauled herself up the stairs to his room. She knocked twice lightly and turned the knob to open the door.
"MOM! You are suppose to knock!" He shouted.
"Sorry, pumpkin!" She stammered, pulling the door nearly shut, having glimpsed him sitting on the toilet seat, appearing like a gargoyle, feet extended back, torso leaning forward, jerking his cock, intending to ejaculate on the tile floor. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Here are your pants. I will not look. They are right here on the bed."
"You had a good idea, mom. But it is not working. I cannot get my mind right. I'll just have to work something else out." He said with frustration.
Del stopped midway back to the door. Guilt seized her, knowing she had interrupted her son masturbating. Having to stop in the middle was always frustrating and she did not want her son to experience such distress before a date - with wicked Sharon. She took a deep breath and steeled herself.
"No, no, no! Do not shut the door. Come out here." She directed with a loving tone. "Come on! Don't worry about being naked." She continued more sternly, motioning him out with her right arm. Involuntarily, she glanced down at his ample, full erection. "Come lay down on the bed. I want to talk to you."
"You do not have to..." Thomas tried to protest as he knee himself onto the bed and flopped to his back.
Sitting down on the bed on his left side, facing his feet, Del lovingly rubbed his chest a short minute, worked her way down, rubbing his belly briefly, patting it before reaching to take hold of his cock with a firm grasp. She started to stroke it slowly, ballooning the domed head.
