Start the movie

You tap the remote and the movie starts. You try to relax and enjoy it, but the constant presence of your mom's body against your makes it hard to pay attention to what's on the screen. You swallow down your slice of pizza, barely even tasting it. You sip nervously at the beer, emptying it quicker that you intended to.

After your mother finishes her pizza, she cuddles in closer against you. She lays her head on your left shoulder, and wraps her right arm around your left, hugging it against her. You can feel the soft press of her breast against your arm. She inhales, and you can feel it rubbing on your bicep.

As the movie goes on, you feel like you should get some space between you and your mom before the feeling of a warm, feminine body against yours starts getting you hard. But you can't think of a way to do that without making it obvious that contact with her is having that effect on you. You decide it's better not to call attention to it and make things even weirder between you. You're glad the bowl of popcorn is on your lap, hiding the bulge in your jeans. You're feeling warm and your mouth is dry, but the beer is gone now. To distract yourself, you grab a handful of popcorn. You raise it to your mouth and drop it in, one kernel at a time. You drop one onto your chest, and your mom picks it off and pops it into her mouth.

Well into the movie, your mom reaches for some popcorn and misses the bowl. Her hand comes to rest on your crotch. Instead of pulling it away immediately, her hand slides under the bowl. You can feel the warmth and pressure of it on your hard cock through the denim of your jeans. Your cock strains, and you think you hear a soft gasp from your mom. You manage to squeak out "Mom?" in a half strangled whisper.

She pulls her hand away slowly. "Sorry, honey. I just missed the bowl. I was kind of engrossed in the movie." She says in a soft voice.

You don't know what to do. Making a big deal of it seems like it would just bring up everything from this morning, and make your mom upset again. So you just keep still, more or less pretending you didn't really notice. "It's ok. Yeah. I was really into the movie too," you lie to her, keeping your eyes on the screen.

You feel her nod against your shoulder, as if she was accepting that. You're starting to think that you could both just ignore what happened. Then your mom says very quietly. "Dave... the movie isn't sexy. Are you hard because of me?"