The next morning Jerry woke up and just lay in bed for awhile remembering the events of the night before. Had his mother actually given him a blowjob? His hand moved to his cock and it was already hardening with the memory of what went on. He closed his eyes and thought of his mothers mouth on him as he slowly stroked his cock up and down. It had felt so good and still did. He wanted it to happen again. He wanted more to happen. He remembered the feeling of her kisses, the softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth and wetness of her tongue as he stroked faster and faster. Suddenly he exploded cumming so hard and so good he was barely able to keep himself from yelling out his mother’s name. He laid there still slowly stroking himself as he remembered how he came in her mouth last night. He imagined her there now, swallowing all his hot thick cum. He reached down and picked up a T-shirt to wipe himself off with. God how he wished she were there with him.
He went into the living room after dressing and figured his mother must still be in bed. He decided to have some cereal to try to get his mind off of her in bed, alone. It didn't work though, even after the cereal he thought of her and kept looking towards her room. Eyeing her door, listening for any movement in there. He got up and walked to her door, pressing his ear to it to see if he could hear her. He didn't hear anything. He wanted to go in there so bad, but didn't know how she felt after what went on last night. Well there was only one way to find out. He slowly turned the doorknob.
He looked inside and saw her lying there in bed. Quietly he made his way to the bed and whispered "Mom"? She didn't move or make a sound. Suddenly he became very nervous and decided he should leave. He turned and went towards the door when he heard, "Jerry, did you need something?” He stopped, without turning around and said, "Uh, no Mom, I was just checking on you, I thought I heard you call out to me", he lied. She looked at the back of him as he stood at the door and said, "Jerry, come here son, come sit beside me". Jerry stood there for a minute, his heart pounding. Finally he turned and walked over to the bed to sit beside his mother.
She placed her hand on his back and started to rub it softly. "Jerry, are you ok?” she asked. He looked down and said, "Sure Mom, I'm fine. What about you, how do you feel?” "I'm fine as long as you're ok. Jerry, I just want you to know that I love you very much and would never do anything to hurt you. What happened last night was something very special. And where it goes from here is all up to you. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. But sex is just and expression of love, and I do love you." she said. Jerry finally turned and looked at his mother. "Mom, last night was great. You were great. I just wish.. well I just wish I knew what to do." he said softly. She looked at him with such love in her eyes as she nodded her head and said, "I know what you mean Jerry. I remember when I felt the same way. You and I are a lot alike you know. We both like pleasing others and aren't selfish at all. I can help you, if you want me to that is." Of course he did, but he was nervous about it at the same time. He didn't want to embarrass himself with his lack of knowledge about what to do. "I do Mom, but well, I uh.. I just don't know if you'd really want to. I'm such an idiot, I have no idea what I'm doing.” he stammered.
