A surprise to be sure

There was a moment of confusion as you felt yourself wake up to something other than just your usual routine. You knew you were in Mom’s bed and that she was still next to you, but you felt her hand running along your thigh.

She was clearly not still asleep as it wasn’t just a random hand movement and you could feel her slowly getting closer to your crotch as if working up the courage to do something more.

You debated whether or not you should hide the fact that you were now awake and see how far she was willing to go, but you were awake now and it felt like you could have a lot more fun if you were both actively participating.

“Morning” you greeted, still trying to sound sleepy as if you hadn’t already been awake for a few minutes.

Mom’s hand twitched and then paused as she realised you were awake but you managed to speak again before she did anything.

“You can carry on, I was enjoying the feeling of waking up to that” you commented, trying to preemptively calm her down.

It did seem to work as her hand relaxed and her fingers moved once again, finally giving you a chance to open your eyes.

“Morning” Mom greeted, already looking at you as you awoke, the smile on her face being the most beautiful thing you could have wished to be the first thing you would see.

Your arm was pinned underneath Mom’s pillow so that you could pull her close to you and Mom lay partially on her side to face you, letting her easily reach down towards your crotch with one of her arms. Surprisingly your arm hadn’t got numb from where it was under her and you were able to run your fingers along her skin, enjoying the feeling of having someone next to you as soon as you were awake.

“I was hoping you’d wake up actually, but… Sorry if I disturbed you.” Mom admitted, looking slightly guilty even though her fingers were still moving across your thigh.

“Don’t be. You might be able to tell if you bring your hand a little closer but I think we’d both like it if you carried on” you explained, giving Mom some incentive to continue.

You watched as she finally moved her hand from just barely touching the waistband of your boxers to now fully placing it over your crotch, feeling how hard you were even over the cotton and letting her fingers loosely wrap around your shaft.

Just that small amount of contact was enough to put you in a more controlling mood and as soon as Mom actually moved her fingers to then get your cock into her hands, you knew that you were going to do something about it.

“Mom… You trust me right?” you asked, the question seemingly out of nowhere for Mom.

“Of… Of course I do” Mom replied, turning to look at you mid-sentence and realising where the conversation was leading.

“And you are fine with me taking control? For right now at least” you asked again, wanting to double-y make sure she was aware of what was about to happen.

“Yes I am” she added, the hesitation no longer in her voice as she faced you head-on.

You stared at her for a little longer just to gauge her reaction, seeing that she wasn’t looking away from you in the slightest.

“Good. Sit up in front of me on the bed” you ordered, not phrasing it in any way but for what it was. A command.

Mom did as you asked and pulled the covers up and off herself before moving to sit at your side, her hand reluctantly moving away from where it had been on your cock. She still wore the same underwear she had slept in but that didn’t make the sight in front of you any less erotic.

You let her sit there and pulled the covers off yourself as well, gesturing for her to continue stroking you which she instantly complied with. You took the opportunity to sit up a little straight in the bed and let Mom move with you as you changed position, keeping her within arms reach where you were now letting your hand move to fondle her ass.

Mom even shifted in her position to let you touch her up even more easily and your fingers sunk into her flesh as you really grabbed hold of her.

“Lean closer” you said, getting Mom to move once again as she brought her upper body towards you.

Instead of getting her to strip, it felt more possessive to do it yourself, reaching behind her to undo her bra for her and pulling it off of her. You made her briefly stop her stroking to fully remove her bra but she started again as soon as you were done, throwing her bra to the other side of the room so that it was completely out of reach for her to grab.

Mom guessed what you wanted next and she was right to do so, leaning forward again so you could grab her tits and you weren’t delicate in your actions, squeezing her breasts as if declaring that they belonged to you.

Even with your rough treatment, all Mom did was bite her lip and you could feel her nipples harden under your fingers, the harsher groping only making her hornier it would seem.

The feeling of being able to touch any part of her body without even the slightest resistance from you was starting to get to your head and you didn’t want to let it end, now feeling the need to completely strip her so that you could have even more of an influence over her.

She was already kneeling on the bed so you would need to make her change positions and interrupt the flow you currently had going on. As much as you wanted to get into things right here and now however, setting up the scene properly was bound to lead to a lot more fun if you did it right and you somehow managed to convince yourself to briefly pause even with Mom still actively stroking your cock.

Even just the look on her face when she concentrated on watching what her hand was doing, her cheeks flushed and her entire body slightly bouncing in time with her arm movements as if her entire purpose in life was to make sure she was giving you pleasure.

When her eyes looked over from staring at your crotch to now looking straight into your eyes, that was when you finally decided to make the change to everything, having given her one last moment before you finally progressed things even further.

Author's note: So I've spent a while thinking over the break and while I would like to keep up the schedule of 3 chapters a week, I don't think it's possible. I still like writing and want to finish this story but the self-imposed deadline I've put on myself is more of a burden than a boon at this point.

It's been nearly 4 years since I started writing(Just now realised it's been that long) and this is my attempt at saying I've changed in that time and need to manage my time a bit more.

So yeah, chapters will be on Thursdays and Sundays, just not Tuesdays anymore. I hope you all understand and if you do stick with me, happy reading :)