Trouble sleeping

The sounds of muffled dirty talk and quiet moans continued for five minutes. "That's it, I'm getting the radio," Laura declared as she all but scrambled off the mattress.

"Want some help?" Dan asked as he sat up in bed. A faint whiff of something tickled his nose. He hadn't realized his mother got a new body wash.

"No, thank you," Laura called as she got the radio and plugged it into the socket near the air mattress. She extended it as close as she could to the bed before fiddling with the dial. A warbly sound of music came on as Laura tried to find a good spot for the antenna.

"I like your body wash, it smells good," Dan commented as he tried to get comfortable again.

Laura paused and looked over at him. She gave him a tight-lipped smile before going back to the radio. "Thank you," she muttered.

It took five minutes for her to realize the best they would get is music some of the time and soft static the rest. "This isn't going to work," she sighed and sat on the hard concrete. She all but lept up with a groan. "Cold," she groaned as she rubbed her butt and thighs.

Dan saw she was wearing one of the black panties he'd bought for her. "They can't last for much longer. I can't even hear them," he reported with a shrug.

Laura gave him a piercing look before sighing. "Fine," she grumbled and turned off the radio. The sound of music and static cut off. She waited as if to test the air. When no sounds of sex came to them, she smiled. "Thank the stars," she muttered as she crawled back onto the air mattress.

Two hours later, Dan woke up. Something cut through his dreamless sleep. He half expected to find his mother had been the reason he woke, but that wasn't the case. "No way," he groaned as the muffled sounds of a man calling someone else a "whore" and a "slut". Renewed sounds of flesh hitting flesh, just audible over their moans.

"They started up again a few minutes ago," Laura reported. "I want to say something to them," she hissed.

Dan blinked and rolled over to try and see his mother's face in the darkness. He thought she might have been angry or crying. "I could," he started to offer.

"No, there's no point," Laura sighed. "I... just need to try and block it out."

"Want me to massage your back? You always said that helped when I was a kid when you were trying to go to bed for work."

Laura froze and gulped, an audible sound. "No, that... won't be necessary," she answered in a quiet voice.

"Seriously, it won't bother me. Here," Dan said as he fully turned over. Closer than he'd realized, he rolled almost onto her left leg and arm. It took another half a breath to realize he'd come out of his boxers again and his cock lay on her soft thigh. "Uh," he muttered and scooted back.

"I'm fine," Laura all but gasped as she scooted farther away from him.

"My bad," Dan apologized.

"It's fine. Listen, just try to get some sleep. Like you said, they'll finish soon enough," she muttered. It sounded like a fervent prayer.

Dan knowing the tone in his mother's voice shrugged and closed his eyes. A warmth roused him from sleep a while later. His mother had, once again, snuggled up to him. The smell of her wash filled his nose. He sighed and put his arm around her. Laura muttered something in her sleep and snuggled in closer.

"Uh, dear... dear... Honey!" a voice called to Dan in his sleep. "Dan Palm, wake up," the voice demanded.

With a yawn, Dan opened his eyes to see his mother's face right next to his. He looked down and realized he'd been laying on her breasts, one breast cupped in his hand. "Please," Laura whispered.

"Oh, sorry!" Dan gasped as he sat up. "I... uh," he studdered.

"It's fine," Laura said with a deep breath as she fixed her shirt and pulled up the sheet. "Can you, roll over?"

"Yeah, uh, sorry again."

"It happens," Laura answered as she rolled over toward the wall.

Dan tried to go back to sleep but sleep wouldn't come. At least their neighbors had either passed out for the night or were sated. He on the other hand had a raging erection and no way to take care of it. His mother's scent seemed to fill his nose. The new sleeping arrangements prevented him from having any sort of personal space. At least he could take care of his problem with the door closed in his room. He eyed the bathroom and debated just getting off in the shower.

"Are you okay?" Laura asked from behind him.

"Yeah, sorry about earlier," Dan apologized again.

"You used to do it as a baby and later as a young child when you'd crawl into my bed after a nightmare. I guess some things you never forget," she said with a small laugh.

"I don't remember that," Dan admitted.

"You did it until you were about five or six," she mused to herself. "Sorry, I freaked out."

"I would too," Dan said with a **** laugh.

"Try to get some sleep," Laura murmured as she turned back toward the wall.