Solace - S01 E02

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Solace - S01 E02

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I didn’t know what else to do so I gently rocked her. This reassuring gesture seemed to give her the okay to let everything go, because at that point the weeping started in earnest. I pressed my lips to the top of her head. The fruity scent of her shampoo cut through the aroma of her night on the town.

“It’s okay, Mom.” I said, rubbing between her shoulder blades supportively, “Let it all out. I’m here for you. I love you, and together we’ll all make it through this.”

Mom nodded into my chest then turned to look up at me. Even in the darkness I could see the watery glistening of her large, green eyes. Pressing her head forward she kissed me gently on the lips. It wasn’t how we normally kissed, but it wasn’t anything spicy. For that brief moment as she caught my bottom lip between her own I felt nothing but pure love and gratitude coming from her.

“Thanks, Kevin.” She said, “I know it shouldn’t be your job to comfort me, but I’m grateful all the same.”

I kissed her on the forehead in silent acknowledgment, then we both settled back down. Mom still had herself wrapped all around me, but honestly the warmth of her body and rhythm of her breathing was incredibly soothing. She felt so small in my arms, yet there was something solid about her too. Soon, feeling more secure than I had in forever, I drifted off to sleep with her.

***

The clock on my nightstand told me it hadn’t even been an hour when I was woken up by my mother once again. I had been having a lovely dream about a attractive woman caressing my body and grinding herself into me, only to wake up and find the dream coming true. My mother’s palm was gently running over my abdomen, and I could hear her hot breath in my ear. My thigh was grasped between her legs, and she was grinding her pelvis against it. Though I couldn’t see anything, the silky feeling of slightly wet panties rubbing up and down my leg told me my mother’s dress had ridden up during the night. Coming out of an erotic dream into an erotic reality, it took me a moment to remember that the woman currently using my muscular thigh to get off was my own mother.

She must still be asleep, I thought. Or in her drunken state she had forgotten who’s bed she was in. Embarrassing, certainly, but I wanted to think we were both mature enough to deescalate the situation and move on.

“Mom,” I whispered quietly, shaking her gently to wake her.

My mother’s response was immediate. Still grinding against my leg, her had shot up from my abdomen and a single finger touched my lips.

“Shhh,” she said. My eyes went wide and suddenly I was 100% awake. Mom was not doing this in her sleep, and the crispness of her movements told me she wasn’t that drunk either. I guess she could feel the sudden tension in my body, because as she ran her hand back down over my pecs to caress my abs once again she kept speaking.

“I’m sorry baby, but I need this so badly. I’ve been so lonely, and you...you smell just like him. You feel just like him. I can’t hold back.” Her lips pressed against the side of my face as she let out a soft, low moan. “It’s like he’s back with me again. My Ben. My lover. God I missed you so much my darling.”

I relaxed. It wasn’t a proper explanation, but in that moment I understood exactly where my mother was coming from. Call me weird for it, but as she continued pressing herself into me with an urgent need to get off I just wanted to help her however I could. If for even a moment I could help attenuate the feeling that she had lost my father, I would.

Saying nothing, I put my hand on the small of her back and pulled her in. I could feel the warmth of her beneath the flimsy material of her dress. Mom let out a high pitched gasp like nothing I’d ever heard come out of her before. Her hand dipped lower, moving across my pelvis. As she felt between my hips her pinky finger strayed lower, and suddenly we both froze as it’s tip grazed the head of my engorged cock where it was pressed against my confining boxers. I think that was the first moment we realized that I was aroused as well. We both lay stock still. Mom was clearly afraid to keep moving, but she didn’t pull her contact away at all. She must have been grappling with how to respond.

I moved to reassure her.

I slid my hand lower. Her dress was bunched-up around her hips and soon I was touching her bare skin. Placing a hand on her ass, I noted that she was wearing a thong as I palmed one well-toned cheek. Mom still wasn’t moving, but her breathing was growing more intense. Grasping her behind firmly, I pressed her into me so that her crotch ground once more into my thigh. I moved my leg at the same time, pressing it to the hot, wet chasm between her legs. “It’s okay, I’m here for you, Ali.” I said. This was what my father always called my mother, and the choice of appellation had the desired effect.