You’ve been a virgin for 18 years. You can hold out one more night

You hug your mother back tightly. “I want you to go to bed and get some sleep now mom. This was… ah… kind of intense, and we both need some rest.”

She nods, “You’re right, honey. I’m… feeling spent.” Her face is flushed. “I need to lie down… and relax. Thank you for always taking care of me. I know I’m being a burden right now.”

You grip her shoulders and kiss her forehead softly. “You’re not a burden at all, Mom. We both just need to get some sleep.”

“Do you want me to… um… go right to sleep once I’m in bed, honey? It’s just that… I don’t think I can, unless I do something to relax first.” She swallows hard. “Would that be ok with you, Sir?”

You feel your cheeks get warm as you blush. “You, ah, you don’t have to ask my permission for what you do by yourself, Mom.” You mumble.

“Thank you,” she says in a meek voice. “I… feel better asking. Getting your approval.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “This is all getting so confusing, honey. I don’t know what’s right or wrong anymore. I just know that whatever you decide will be right for me.”

“It’s ok, mom. Just go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She nods and stretches up to kiss you on the lips again. This time is not so passionate, but it is loving and lingering. “Good night, Davey. I’ll see you in the morning.” She heads off to her bedroom, and you go to yours.

You need relief for your straining, aching cock, but you don’t want to jerk off with the memory of spanking your mom and her kiss in your mind. You have to distract yourself from that. You search for porn, specifically looking for something with a young, blonde model who you can pretend is Tracey. You want to find the most ****, degrading acts being done to her, to shock the thoughts of your mother away.

It almost works. You find BDSM porn of a pretty young blonde actress being used hard, abused, and humiliated. But the sensation of your first French kiss, courtesy of your own mother, lingers. You’re reminded of it when the model’s mouth is being used, imagining a similar sensation on your cock. You cum hard and collapse in your bed. You toss and turn for a while before you fall asleep, and your dreams are erotic and confusing.

You wake up to the sensation of a soft kiss on your lips. You open your eyes to see your mother’s face as she leans over you. “Good morning, honey. The sun is up. I made you some breakfast.” She places a breakfast tray on your bed. There’s a tall stack of pancakes, strawberries with whipped cream, and a mug of coffee. “I hope you like it.” She smiles at you expectantly.

Your mother is dressed in her short robe. Like yesterday morning, it's not fully closed in front. It shows a lot of cleavage and a generous amount of her full breasts.

You manage to sit up in bed, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. “Mom… you didn’t have to do this.” You mumble.

“I wanted to. I want to take care of my strong, handsome son.” Your mom grins as she sits on the edge of your bed.

“I dreamed about you again last night. It was… even more, um… intense,” she shakes her head and corrects herself, “erotic… ****… than the night before. In it, you… did things that no man ever did to me. Things that I’ve wondered about… but been too scared to try with anyone. I never trusted a man like I trust you, though.” Her cheeks are bright red. “I’m still not very comfortable telling you about it, but I know you want me to. You told me you can handle it, and I was wrong to try to hide it from you.”

Your mother’s hand strokes over your leg through the blanket. “I’m feeling more and more attracted to you every day, and, since last night… I’m so grateful that you’re here to take charge and tell me what to do. Correct me when I do wrong.” She shifts how she is sitting slightly as she says that, as if the memory brings back the sensation of the spanking.

You glance past her at your open bedroom door. If Abbie woke up now and saw and heard this, all hell would break loose. “Mom, I think you should be careful how you act when Abbie’s around. You’re not exactly acting like yourself now. I don’t want her to think something is wrong and start worrying. She’s in the middle of finals. You should try to act like everything is normal, OK.”

“Oh!” your mom gasps. “You’re right, honey. I wasn’t even thinking about Abbie." She frowns as she realizes she hasn't given any thought to how her daughter would react to her behavior. “I know you don’t want anyone else to know about my feelings for you. She wouldn’t understand, would she?” She looks down, looking ashamed. “She’d be so upset. It would make her tank her final exams. You’re so good to be concerned about her. I’ll try to act normal around her.” She leans in and hugs you tight, her soft breasts pressing against you.

You look at the breakfast that your mother made for you, that is certainly not normal, and not easy to explain. “Mom, I think it would be best if you go now and make Abbie some breakfast too. That way she won’t think it’s so weird that you made me breakfast in bed. I don’t want her to think that you’re treating me special. It’ll make her suspicious. You’ve got to make her believe that you just want to take care of both of us, equally. Right?”

Your mother nods, “I… I know I should care for you both equally, honey. But… all I can think of is you. I’m not being a very good mother. It’s so good you care for your sister so much and remind me to be better.” She kisses you on the cheek, then gets up and heads out of your room.

You look at the clock, you have just enough time to eat the breakfast your mother brought you before you need to get ready for school. You wonder if you should stick around to see if your mom manages to act normally around Abbie.