No. Leave her be.

"Should I go check on her?" I ask my mother as the movie, obviously a romance movie, starts playing. I'd happily go, eagerly leave the room for any period of time to avoid watching some chick flick. I moved to sit up, only to have Mom's hand on my arm stop me.

"No, Mike. Leave her be. Give her some alone time," Mom advised me with a gentle smile, snuggling a little bit closer to me on the couch. "She's had a rough day."

"Yeah, I guess so," I sigh, trying to hide my disappointment at not escaping the movie, although the closeness of my mother's body was quickly distracting me from the god-awful movie she'd chosen. As the movie played, telling the story of two women who grew up together and were still the best of friends, Mom seemed to sidle closer and closer to me, her head now resting on my shoulder, her right breast pressed fully against my arm as her right leg was looped around my left leg. I watched with growing interest as the movie told the story of the two women, both with teenage sons, sexual tension building between the mothers and each other's child. Mom let out a soft gasp as the first boy crossed that line, making a move on his friend's mom, her body pressing harder, more insistently against mine as the woman has sex with her friend's young son.

"Maybe we should..." Mom starts to suggest, obviously uncomfortable with the sexual turn of the movie, starting to sit up for the remote.

"No, let's continue watching it," I interrupt, my arm going around her shoulder and guiding her back down beside me as the other boy starts an affair with his mother's friend.

"O...okay," Mom murmured reluctantly as she settled back down against me, her head on my chest now, her hand resting on my stomach. As the movie revealed the passionate affairs to the two women with each other's sons, Mom's hand started stroking my chest, my stomach, her hand moving idly as the sexual tension built in the movie.

I lay there, watching the movie, my attention torn between the sexual drama on the screen and Mom's wandering hand on my chest, my stomach, her fingers caressing me, moving in distracted patterns across my body as she snuggled even tighter against me. I could feel her hips thrusting gently, absently, as if she wasn't aware of what her body was doing, rubbing against my leg.

"What... what do you think of the movie, Mom?" I asked gently as her hand seemed to drift lower on my stomach, lower than a mother should be touching her son. My arm around her shoulder, my hand started caressing her bare arm, my fingers drawing abstract patterns against her soft skin as we lay there together.

"I like it," she murmured distractedly, her fingers running along the waistband of my athletic shorts. "You?"

"Yeah, I like it too," I assured her, not really caring about the movie, my focus more on her drifting hand as it slid lower, her fingers just bumping up against the bulge of my manhood. I thought that this would stop her, that she'd realize what she was doing, that she'd snap out of her distracted state... but I was wrong. Rather than stopping her, the contact with my penis seemed to encourage her, her touch becoming firmer, more insistent as her hand moved down between my legs, rubbing over the growing bulge in my shorts as she watched the taboo scenes on the television.

"You remind me of him," Mom murmurs, nodding her head at one of the sons in the movie. "Only you're more... you're more attractive, Mike," she assured me, her hand still rubbing over my now fully erect cock beneath the duvet.

I was stunned, unsure what to do, what to say. I knew this was the Axe effect, that the chemical compound was effecting my Mom, making her act this way... but I didn't know how to react. Part of me said that I should stop her, that I move her hand off of me, go shower, scrub the scent off of me... but another part kept me laying there beside her, my hand caressing her bare arm, hoping that her fingers would slip into my shorts, that I'd feel her warm hand around my naked shaft. This is wrong, I thought to myself, I should stop her... but do I want to?