Solace - S01 E04

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Solace - S01 E04

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I half expected her not to, but Mom did take me up on my offer to help her feel good. It wasn’t immediate. If you’re expecting one of those stories where that very night she hopped into bed with me and we fucked like rabbits, you will be disappointed. Enough time passed between our conversation and her doing it that I sort of figured she wasn’t going to, that really what she needed was the reassurance she hadn’t fucked up our relationship.

Then, one random Tuesday night, I woke up to her sliding into bed with me. Cora had taken to sleeping on a nice big armchair I had in the corner of my room, so I immediately knew it was Mom. I could feel the smooth satin of her pink pajamas caress my torso, but beneath it Mom was trembling. Wanting to reassure her, I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. As she nuzzled into my side I could feel her calming down. My positive reaction must have assuaged whatever bad feelings she was having.

We lay there in silent stillness for several minutes, just enjoying the oxytocin spike from our physical touch. Then Mom spoke, her voice redolent with unspoken emotion.

“Sorry, baby. I just miss him so much right now. I need him.”

I nodded. Then realizing Mom probably couldn’t see me I replied.

“It’s okay.”

That was all that needed to be said.

Mom scooted into me, pressing the length of her body into my side. In the darkness I could hear her take a long whiff of my natural scent. She ran her hand gently along my pecs, breathing getting deeper as her arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me in closer. Once again her legs wrapped around my own, gripping my thigh and pressing herself firmly against it. I could feel the warmth there as she slowly began grinding against me.

Some part of my brain knew this was a weird way for mother and son to be with each other, but that didn’t bother me. I really did want to do anything I could to make Mom feel good. Adjusting my grip on her shoulder slightly I squeezed her tightly. Her breasts mashed into me, only increasing the effect the situation was having on my cock. Mom’s face pressed into my neck and I could hear her panting, needy moans. She was riding my thigh now, humping it with desperation. Rotating my leg, I pressed into her. She groaned as I helped apply pressure to her molten nether regions.

Mom grew bolder at this. She began matching her humping to the movement of my leg, maximizing her pleasure. Her hand no longer just rested on my chest, it was actively exploring it. From my solid shoulders to my toned abs she ran her hand all over me, not in a casual loving way but in the way of a woman appreciating the body of a man. She didn’t touch my genitals at all this time, which disappointed me slightly, but soon I could feel her speeding up. The smooth satin fabric against me was being joined by a frankly impressive amount of moisture. Mom panted like a dog in heat.

Then, in a heartbeat it was over. Mom’s entire body tensed as she gripped me hard enough that it hurt a little. A slight trembling passed through her and she let out the quietest, cutest little gasp I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Oh.” She said. Not a scream, not a primal yell. In another context it would have come off as a simple expression of surprise. As if she had just realized something mildly unexpected.

Then she went slack. Her entire body collapsed against me and her tension was replaced with a restful relaxation. Mom had finished. Not wanting her to feel weird about what happened, I figured I needed a way to reassure her. I turned down and kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Good night, Mom.” I said, “Sleep well.”

Mom nodded into my shoulder, then proceeded to do just that.

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There was no awkward conversation after that incident. The next morning was totally normal, and if anything Mom and I had grown closer. Our shared, dirty secret bound us together. Instead of fastidiously avoiding eye contact, we shot knowing glances at each other several times over breakfast and broke out into big smiles. It was nice.

After that it became just another part of our relationship. It wasn’t every night. Cora still liked to spend the night in my room, and I think Mom was able to handle herself most of the time. But every few weeks, especially if things had been hard for her at work, Mom would find a chance to slip into my room and masturbate herself against me.

And surprisingly that’s as far as it went for a long time. Mom got more overt and less hesitant in doing it, but it seemed like we both had this idea in our heads that as long as we stuck to “the rules” it wasn’t anything that weird. Mom always wore pajamas, there was never any direct contact with the other person’s genitals, we didn’t talk dirty during the act, and though Mom would feel up my junk over my boxers, she didn’t actually give me a hand job or acknowledge how hard I got while she rubbed herself against me. If something hadn’t happened, I think that might have been as far as it ever went.

Something always happens.

The thing that ended up happening was Jade. Or rather, Jade stopped happening. You remember Jade, right? My girlfriend, mentioned her in like the 6th paragraph of the first chapter. It doesn’t matter, she isn’t in this story much. Just long enough for me to feel like we were growing closer after the death of my father, only for her to rip my heart out, stomp it into a ruined mess on the ground, then spit on it for good measure.

She dumped me, is what I’m trying to say.

I’m being uncharitable to her. I don’t think she was actually malicious. She really did try to help me after Dad passed. She wasn’t very good at it, but she tried. The problem was, she didn’t like how close my mother, sister and I had become in the aftermath of the accident. And we did get a lot closer. Like I’ve said, we were the only ones we could rely on to understand how we felt. Jade didn’t even know about what my mom and I had started doing, but something about the way I interacted with them really got under her skin. It all came to a head when she learned that my sister was still sometimes spending nights in my room.

“That’s fucking weird, Kevin!” she said, “She’s you’re sister, you’re both too old for that. It creeps me out.”

I wasn’t having it.

“It’s not weird. She’s still processing what happened to Dad. Being close to me helps her. If that’s what it takes for her to get a full night’s sleep, then she can sleep in my room whenever she wants.”

For some reason, that was it. Jade didn’t get angry. I think a huge fight would have left me feeling better about the breakup. She just went listless and cold. There was zero emotion in her eyes when she did it.

“I don’t think this is working any more, Kevin.” She was like an automaton. “You were always a little too close to Cora, but since the accident it’s gotten creepy. I feel bad for you guys, I really do; I can’t imagine what you’re going through. But I’m trying to help you and you just aren’t listening to me. I can’t do it anymore. I’m done. We need to break up.”

One look at her told me she was serious. I was crushed. But I wasn’t going to let her see that.

“Okay.” I said. Standing from where we had been sitting on her bed I grabbed my hoodie and walked out. I think both of us were expecting the other to stop and say something. Neither of us did. I drove home barely cognizant of the world around me, blew past Mom and Cora as they greeted my early return, and went directly to my room to lie in bed. There was no sleep, just staring vacantly at the ceiling.