To begin, I must apologize to those who have been waiting far too long to find out how the Watershed situation panned out. Shortly after completing the first posting, I ended up in the hospital for open-heart surgery, an operation that went quickly and smoothly, but the recovery period took several weeks. During that period, I took no interest in writing. As those of you who write probably know, when you've been inactive for an extended period your muse has a tendency to wander off, possibly to desert you forever. Fortunately, my muse is back on my shoulder twittering away lasciviously with renewed intensity.
To fill in the background for new readers--I made a stupid mistake the other night. Thinking that the others in the house, my mother and my sister, were both fast asleep, I tried to sneak naked to the bathroom (I sleep naked.). It didn't work. On my return trip. I literally ran into my sister (who was wearing a robe). She couldn't sleep and was on the way to the kitchen for hot chocolate. Val coaxed me to join her. And, lo and behold, who should show up next but my mother! At that time, I was not accustomed to carrying on conversations with others, including and especially close relatives, while naked.
We found out Mom's problem had to do with not bring able to sleep well ever since Dad moved out and in with the women next door three years ago (another story). Val came up with a BRILLIANT IDEA! She had recently read in a story in a magazine that claimed cuddling had great benefits. She suggested that Mom might get to sleep easier if someone (either she or I) were to cuddle with her until she got to sleep.
Mom agreed that it was indeed a BRILLIANT IDEA! My sister, who is a year older than me (19) and takes great pleasure in throwing me under the bus somehow arranged for me to be the first cuddler.
And, so, my story continues:
Mom took my hand and hauled me into her bedroom. When the door closed behind us, she turned, looped her arms around me, and pulled me into a hug just tight enough that I could feel the pressure of her nipples against my chest through the thin material of her nightie. It was immediately apparent that she wasn't wearing anything at all under her nightgown. The silky garment clung to her body curves like a second layer of skin. A foot shorter than me, she stretched her lips upward and whispered, "I love you, hon," as her tits brushed across my chest. "Me too, you, Mom", I returned, dropping my arms behind her so that I could grip the twin mounds of her ass and pull her close enough to merge our bodies.
Our lips met, and I stiffened. "Umm, my big boy." The tip of her tongue slid across the seam of our lips coaxing mine to come out and play. At the same time, her hand wrapped around my erection. "Has something like this ever crossed your mind?'" she asked softly.
"L-like what?" I replied, trying to cover my unease.
"Sleeping with me? You're mother?"
"Of course not," I answered quickly. "Never in my wildest dreams."
It was a lie. Mom is not your typical dowdy mother, like most of my friends' moms. She is sexy as hell, especially when she is dressed up and perfumed nicely for going out--which isn't often since Dad moved next door. She hasn't yet taken up dating again, which is a shame. The fact is both she and my sister are frequently featured in my sex fantasies. It's embarrassing to admit, but that's the truth. Of course, fantasies are just that, aren't they? Just fantasies.
"Well, I have," she said softly. "A time or two. You're every bit as handsome as your father, and..." looking me and down, " just as well endowed." Smiling, she gave my cock a gentle squeeze.
Trying to accept the situation as normal, I embraced her. She clutched my ass cheeks and drew me closer, until the thin material of the nightie that separated her soft breasts from my bare chest seemed to completely disappear. The kiss was more than mother-and-sonly. My prick rose to attention between us as we tasted and tongued each other's mouth. Oh, God, it was heavenly--easily the most sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me. This was the sensual excitement I had been looking for and dreaming about ever since I realized my dick was multi-purposed.
But as my lust increased, so did my feeling of guilt and shame. I broke he embrace and pushed away. "Mom, I really think I should put on a pair of shorts."
"You're all right, honey." She pulled back the bedspread. "I guess you're not used to sleeping with a bed partner."
"F-first time, Mom."
"The bed's plenty big, you'll get used to it soon enough. Why don't you take that side?"
"Is that where Dad used to sleep?"
"He did. You think you can fit?"
"I can try," I said as I eased my butt down onto the mattress and pulled my feet up onto the bed."
"Your dad's problem was that he could never keep his shoes under the same bed."
"I'll never be like that, Mom," I promised as I watched her get settled in.
"Only time will tell, Son. Just always keep in mind, there are many good things about your dad, but in general, your dad is a bad example." We both slipped our feet under the covers, and she began to pull the blankets up. Turning toward me, she pushed up on one elbow, looked down at me, and said, 'Tell me the truth, Son, and don't lie. I know it's none of my business, now that you're both adults, but have you fucked your sister?"
"No, Mom," I answered sadly. "I've never fucked anybody."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You're still a virgin?"
