“Am I too old for this?"

“No, but I'm your son and that's kind of, you know, revealing.”

"It is isn't it?" This time she ran both hands down over her breasts, and past the nighty, caressing her thighs.

“Simple, but sexy. I feel sexy tonight, baby."

“Why are you calling me that?" Ben stared at her hands as they ran up and down her lush thighs, her blue nails a contrast to her fair skin.

“Because you're my baby. My baby boy."

Mom slid closer to him and put her hand on his arm, squeezing it.

"Hmm, but not so Little anymore. You've turned into quite a sexy young man, haven't you?"

“Mom, have you been drinking?" Ben swallowed nervously when she trailed her hand down his arm and across his bare chest.

It was a warm night and he was naked beneath the sheet. He was also sweating, and not just from the heat. More concerning was the swelling beneath the sheet. Like when she'd kissed his neck, Ben was getting aroused.

"No, your father drinks enough for the two of us," she sighed.

"He really hurt me tonight. Told me he thinks I'm cheating on him."

"How could that be?" Ben asked, happy to be on a topic that would get his focus off his mother's scantily clad body and odd behavior.

"You want more time with him. If you were cheating you wouldn't care he wasn't around."

"Try telling that to a drunk," Mom explained.

"Besides, he thinks that because I've been having dirty dreams and I guess I'm getting loud in them."

"Whoa, I don't need to know those things mom." Right back into the awkward zone.

Things got more awkward when mom moved. One leg at a time, she drew her legs up onto the bed and was now kneeling next to him. As she'd drawn her right leg up, Ben was given a view up the short night gown and saw what no son should ever see. His mother wasn't wearing panties.

This time, however, his mind seemed in the right direction. He quickly looked away, and didn't linger on the vision or any reaction to it other than he needed to get her out of his room. This was fucked up.

"Can you blame a girl?" Mom cupped her breasts through the blue material.

“I'm horny, baby! Your dad hasn't touched me in weeks and for months before that, hardly at all."

“Mom, you need to get off my...."

"I do need to get off," Mom smiled, "That's why I'm here."

'W...what?" His eyes widened.

"I need it, Ben," Mom's voice lowered to a sultry whisper.