Chapter 37

I woke up to the feeling of warmth surrounding me. It was still dark outside, so it was still early. Mom was holding me, her body molded and pressed tightly against me. Every inch of our two bodies pressed together, connected from our ankles all the way up to our shoulders.

Mom’s arm was extended around my body, holding me, keeping me close while my arm rested on top of hers. I could feel her slow, steady breathing on the back of my neck. I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up like this in my mother’s arms. I loved it, missed it, and didn’t want to move and just remain in her arms all morning if I could. Shifting slightly, ready to try to fall back to sleep, squeezing her arm close and holding her hand in mine pressed against my chest.

The next time I opened my eyes, I smiled. Mom was still there. Neither of us had moved and now the sun was up, soft rays of light slashed through the air and motes of dust seemed to hang in them. Going back to sleep was no longer an option. As much as I would love to do just that, again ... my bladder was screaming at me that I needed to take care of my morning routine. If not, my body was going to take care of itself right here in the bed.

With those two options, the choice was simple.

I slowly twisted my body and lifted my mother’s arm off my chest and rolled onto my back. The whole time I listened for any change in Mom’s breathing, any sign of her waking up or my movements stirring her. Thankfully, she didn’t move. Once I was on my back, it was a simple thing to just scoot myself sideways until I was out of bed and hurriedly tip-toed to the bathroom.

Surprisingly, I didn’t have my usual morning erection. That was curious, but I didn’t give that a whole lot of thought. Frankly, and most realistically, it probably had something to do with last night and how my balls had ached and the orgasm that finally gave me relief, if only partially.

Remembering how Mom had asked me if she trusted me. The way her eyes shone and sparkled as she awaited my answer. Then, seeing her knelt above me, the feeling of my cock brushing against her willing opening. I shivered; pleasure raced up my spine at that memory and my dick stirred, building to half-mast before my bladder screamed in protest refocusing my mind on the task at hand. Later, I could revisit those memories. For now, I had to pee!

The good thing was I didn’t have to wait for my hardness to soften enough to allow me to go. That done and with my hands washed, I headed back out in the cabin’s main room and stopped mid step, halfway between the kitchen and the bed where Mom slept.

Do I crawl back into bed with her, or do I make coffee like she had always done for me and then wake her up?

I smiled to myself, walked into the kitchen, and started making our special morning brews.

It took me about ten minutes to get our coffee made. I used up the last of the special creamer and made a mental note to myself to tell Mom that we needed to get more for tomorrow. Then, I picked up the two mugs and slowly made my way over to the bed, stepping carefully not to spill the steaming liquid onto my hands as I went.

I placed our drinks on a small bedside nightstand on my side of the bed before gently lowering my weight onto the mattress. I moved as slowly as I could, careful not to jostle my mom awake. I rested on my side, facing Mom and watched her sleep. She had a peaceful look on her face, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She looked truly happy.

I laid my hand on her side, just resting it there. I didn’t squeeze her smooth, soft skin, just felt her warmth under my fingers. She must have felt it, because she shifted slightly, nuzzling her face further into the pillow.

“Good morning, Mom,” I whispered, my face only inches from hers.

“Mmm,” she mumbled a sleepy reply, not opening her eyes.

I smiled at her refusal to wake up. I picked up one of the mugs of coffee from the nightstand and brought it over to her face, holding it close enough that there was zero chance she couldn’t smell it, even if she were dead asleep. This was probably a dumb move, if she flinched or moved to bat it away, it was going to spill all over the bed, not to mention our bodies.

“I made coffee, Mom,” I whispered, blowing gently across the rim of the mug so the steam went right into her face.

That got her attention and her eyes fluttered open and then homed in on the mug that hung right in front of her face.

“Mmm, coffee?” she asked, her voice scratchy.

As Mom’s mind caught up with what was going on around her and started to come awake, the sudden worry that she would look at me the same way she had before crept into my mind. The pain, the worry, and even horror at the realization of what we had done afterwards. The heavy regret followed by the immediate cutting off of any future contact between us.

“You made coffee for me?” Mom asked, jerking my mind back into the here and now. I sucked in a breath, waiting and ready for whatever reaction she was going to give me, good or bad. I looked and saw her soft and loving eyes and a small genuine smile on her face that washed away all the worries I had in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t until right then that I felt the tension in my shoulders lessen as I sighed out the long, relieved breath I had been holding.

“Mhmm, I did,” I replied, returning her smile with one of my own.

“It smells so good,” Mom replied, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. “Let me sit up so we don’t spill it in the bed.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” I agreed, chuckling at how risky my idea had been. The shaking of my body caused the coffee to ripple, threatening to crest the rim of the mug. “Shit!”

Mom’s eyes widened, but she quickly got into an upright position and took the proffered mug from my hands and took her first sip.

“Mmm, perfect.” Mom sighed. “Where’s yours?”

“Right here,” I replied, twisting to grab the second mug and showing it to her as I took a sip of my own.

“Do you want to stay in bed, or should we go out onto the porch?”

“We can go outside if you want to.”

“Let’s do that,” Mom smiled, taking another drink, and got out of bed.

“Right behind you,” I grinned.