A Mother's Touch

I knew there was something going on with my son. A mother’s instincts never lie. On a whim, I followed him out to his car and found him sobbing in the seat. It was at that moment that I realized I’d do anything for my son. Anything.

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I knew there was something wrong with my son. He was acting far more secretive than usual. I wondered if he was having girl troubles.

But when he brushed past me and my concerns, I was bound and determined to find out. I loved my son. I felt a deep connection with him that I couldn't quite place my finger on.

I knew he thought of me, too. I smiled as I thought of the time I caught him peeking into my bedroom when I was changing. Oh God that had caused my 40-year-old pussy to flood something fierce. Of course I'd never said anything to him about it.

I don't know why, but I found myself following my son out to the garage. I thought for sure that he'd have taken off by now. Didn't he have a date?

Instead, I found him leaning against the dash, his eyes reddened with tears. Poor baby; my heart just about broke.
Without a word, I slipped into the passenger side of the car. He tried to look away, but he knew I'd already seen him crying. I'd never taught my son to hold it in, so I knew something was really bothering him.

“Mom, it's Jenny…” He sobbed.

“Shh…” I soothed as I laid my hand on his arm. The second I touched him electric tingles raced through my body and I knew right then and there that I would do anything to comfort my son.

“Oh mom…” He buried his reddened face in my blouse and I found myself getting strangely aroused by his closeness.