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"Here he is, I thought we lost him up there". His mum said sarcastically, being used to his tardiness.

"Leave the boy alone hun, you know boy's his age need their space".

Rolling his eyes at his parent's banter, Mike momentarily forgot to cover his nakedness. All Mike saw was his mother and father's approving eyes as he came to the table. He grimaced, as he sat down across from his parents, only to slip forward on the chair.

He forgot about the huge amount of lube that was coming out of his pores, particularly his genitals.

It sure was a unique feeling, as his balls rubbed along the wooden chair.

"Careful Mike honey", his mother looked over with worry saying, "you shouldn't sit down so fast".

"Ah...yeah...sorry mom".

Satisfied that he took to heart what she said, she proceeded to dish out the evening meal.

Dinner happened in a normal fashion from then on, only punctuated by the time his mother got up to get a refill for their drinks. He confirmed that she was experiencing the same wet problem as himself, so it's safe to assume that his father was too.

Dinner ended shortly after. His mother cleared the table, telling them both to go into the den to get ready for movie night.

Averting his eyes from his father's cock, that was strangely overly lubricated. Mike warily watched as his father came around the table, towards him.

Before he could move, he felt his father's arm around his shoulders, hugging him.

It was weird to say the least, as he felt his skin and his father's, slide against each other. At least the hug was shoulder to shoulder and not front to back, he consoled himself.

"Son, I've noticed that you've been acting funny all through dinner, you okay champ?".

"I'm fine, I'm just tired and not thinking straight".

He could see through the lie, it'd always been a gift of his. And he made sure to get to the end of it.

Giving him a skeptical look, his father continued, " Look son, I know it's been a hard few months with covid and not finding a job and all. But I just want you to know, that you can be comfortable and happy here, you're a man now".

Heart heating fast, he could sort of tell what his father was hinting at, "wwhat...do..you mean?".

Giving him a smile and a quick reassuring hug his father replied," Son, I was a young man once, I like to think I still am. But I was doing exactly what you're doing right now. There's nothing to be shy about, we're your family. Just let yourself be free".

Does he mean our being naked? It must be. I can't believe he's approving of this. Well, I guess that makes this less awkward.

"For once, I agree with your father", his mother's voice chimed in from behind.

Giving Mike a complacent smile, he ruffled his hair, " See sport? Your mother agree's. Now, let's go watch a movie".

Mike could only smile wryly, as he watched his father head to the den.

Sounds of washing came from behind as he stood there in silence, contemplating. At least the talk with his father had made his cock deflate. Though now his semi floppy cock was sticking to the side of his leg from all the wetness.

Spreading his legs apart, he reached down to readjust himself. The lube was still cool to the touch, as he fondled it thoughtfully. Being still sensitive, his length responded to his caresses.

"Damn, I wish I was back at college with Rebecca right now", eyes closed he muttered under his breath shakily.

"Is Rebecca your girlfriend from college honey?" Came the inquisitive voice of his mother from behind.

Jerking awake, nervous and embarrassed, Mike uttered, "Y..yeah m-om, she's someone I met at campus".

"Well if she can make my son masturbate in the kitchen, I have to meet this girl".

She sounded pleasantly surprised, happy that he found someone that could make him happy. She always worried that he was too shy for his own good.

"Mom! It isn't like that, I wasn't..."

"Oh hush now", She sounded miffed.

Rinsing the plates and stacking them, he heard his mother pacing over towards him.

He then felt his mother's body brush into his, as her arm encircled his waist.

"We should all be comfortable in our bodies, and if that means we have to tend to it then and there, then so be it".

Being so close, having her body pressed into him as she comforted and reaffirmed him made his cock surge and throb obscenely.

"R..really?"

"Yes really, you should keep doing what your doing. Don't stop. If it helps, just look at my body, or if you need a hand I can help you. And now that I mention it.....".

"Mention what?..." Bewildered, he stared at his mother, awaiting a reply.

"You forgot your cockring. No wonder you weren't able to stay hard during dinner".

So she did notice! But what's with this sympathetic look?

"I'm sorry sweetie,.I rushed you down to dinner too quickly, didn't I?".

She was always so quick to beat herself up for perceived mistakes that she thought she made.

"I lost it", making up a bullshit excuse, he consoled his mother. He never had a cock ring in the first place, he was doomed to wearing one now though. If he hadn't acted like a pervert and gone through his parents things , none of this would've happened.

His mother always had been a touchy feely kind of person. She believed that physical contact between people conveyed a more empathetic tone. That often led to times where she invaded his personal space, like right now.

Back at it again, his mother enveloped him in a gentle, all encompassing hug. Skin to skin, mother and son.