Still on my mind a decade later
So first let me start off by saying, this is a throw away account and I’m not the kind of person to post this kind of stuff. Reading about it is one thing, but I digress, I just have been having this memory play on repeat for a few days. I’m a 28M and my mother 50F, still attractive for her age even now. But maybe getting it out there and having some feedback on this may help
This happened about a decade ago maybe when I was around 18 or 19 and we lived in an old two story three bedroom house. At the time we lived with my younger sister and younger brother.
So this story starts with me and my mother lying in the living room on the pullout bed which she had converted into her bedroom. I don’t remember all the specific details leading up to this night, but it ended with me and my mom laying on the pullout mattress, her and a T-shirt and short shorts and me, and I think a pair of gray sweatpants.
But we ended spoon cuddling with me behind her. Let me also say at this point in time I hadn’t punched my vcard yet and hormones were kind of wild at the time.
We were both in that half awake half asleep, mindset or your doesn’t really register what is going on. My hand was resting on her stomach just above her waistline. I’m not sure why, but my hand found its way under her shirt, and I was resting my hand on her bare stomach, and my hand subconsciously started moving upwards towards her chest.
Before I knew it, my hand was resting on her bare breast, and at this point, my mind was starting to reboot back to full awareness being at that age where hormones were running wild I didn’t think of the consequences of my actions. But I started feeling up her breast and before I knew it, I became rock hard with my member pressing against her ass, with all the blood flow rushing to my lower head. I wasn’t thinking clearly and just started kneeling her bare breast.
At this point, I was definitely aware of what I was doing, but I just couldn’t pull my hand away. My inexperience and lack of physical intimacy and hormones were the only thing guiding me, not rational thought.
My mom was surely aware of what I was doing at this point and I guess she just didn’t know what to say or do in the situation. To be honest she should have screamed and yelled at me but she didn’t. Which may have meant she was in the same boat I was.
But when she did the only thing she could say or do was roll over slightly and say what was going on, I could only say I didn’t know, I didn’t pull my hand away and I guess she had been as sexually frustrated as I was because before I knew it we locked lips and started kissing, fueled only by our own sexual frustration and pure lust as our guide. My other hand found its way inside her shorts and playing with her pussy, which was starting to become wet, or I should say wetter. It was clear she had been excited by the thought of sampling the forbidden fruit as much as I was. Just as things were starting to heat up, our passion was interrupted by my brother who decided at that moment to go into the kitchen. Thankfully we were both still under the covers so we weren’t exposed and just pretended to be asleep.
But as I said before, there was a little blood flow to my brain, comprehend, rational, thought or consequences. So my hand was still under her shirt needing and playing with her breast and nipple, which has become stiff and hard from her arousal.
My brother was still in the kitchen and out of view from seeing us so I wanted to continue, but my mom was afraid of getting caught. And just like laced her hand on my crotch and started stoking my stiff throbbing cock through my sweatpants.
My brother eventually went back to his room which was right across from the living room, thin walls and all that.
But with the interruptions out of the way I was hopping to continue. But my mom had calmed down enough and said for me to go to my room and that was the end of it. Nothing was ever said about it or even brought up again
I guess my question is with it being so long ago should I try to bring this up to my mom and see if she remembers that encounter and see if this could lead to anything else. Or should I just forget it and maybe seek professional help about possibly wanting more from this encounter.