Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Unexpected Side Effects: 2

She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms trapped between them. Feeling a vibration in the couch, Stan glanced toward her. Is she rubbing herself again? He was certain she was doing that with her elbow. She was focussed on the TV, but there was a strange look on her face. Stan thought she looked frightened, lonely.

"Are you alright, Mom?"

She jerked her head toward him as though she had forgotten he was in the room, and his words startled her. She sat up straight, lowering her feet to the floor, putting her hands on her thighs. "Yes. What do you mean?" Her words sounded strong, but her face was flushed. Stan knew she was embarrassed.

His concern overrode his own bashfulness, and he said, "Well, to tell the truth, that's not the first time I've seen you rubbing yourself down there. Are you itchy or something?" He did feel justified since she had commented a time or two when he had been giving himself a little attention when his junk needed scratching or was in an uncomfortable position.

She blossomed a darker shade of red and turned away from him. "I don't know what you mean." Then she paused a moment, staring at something on the far wall before turning back to him. Her face softened. "I don't know what's wrong with me." Tears welled in her eyes and her jaw quivered. Her next words came in a rush as though she was afraid if she didn't blurt them, they'd stick and never come out. "These past few days, I've found myself needing to rub against things." Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth pulled into an 'O' as though she'd shocked herself by speaking. "I can't talk about this with my son."

"Why not Mom. We've always been open with each other."

"But this is different. It's," again she paused, her eyes flicking here and there, then back at him, "you know." She glanced down, then up. "The sex thing." She hissed the words.

"We talk about sex all the time."

"But not like this."

"Because its you? Mom, if you're feeing horny. Its no big deal."

She cringed at his words as though he'd struck her. Is she this embarrassed to talk about her own sexual needs?

"Only partly that." She looked away before continuing. "It's never been so intense."

Stan sat up, leaned toward her. "How long has it been like that?"

"Oh, I don't know. A few days, I guess."

"Maybe its something to do with your new medication? You've been taking that these past few days. Right?" "Do you think so?"

"Could be. Seems to me heard about it or read it somewhere." He considered his next words before giving them voice. "Why don't you just go rub one out? That's what I'd do." They had talked about things like this before, but it was always him dealing with his issues.

"You think I haven't tried that? Just leaves me feeling incomplete, worse."

"Hornier?" Stan struggled to keep a smile from creeping across his face. He wasn't replaceing this funny so much as he was feeling good about her being in the position he had been before. "Look, Mom. Maybe you need to replace a boyfriend. Someone to help you with those issues."

"Are you kidding? I'm not ready for that. I don't have the energy for a relationship right now."

"Then how about a f..." He stopped himself before saying fuck. He was twenty, but still didn't swear in front of his mom. "Sex friend."

"A fuck buddy?" Again, her head snapped toward him. Stan was shocked. It was the first time he ever heard her use such a harsh word. "I could never use someone like that."

"Well, how about..." Again, Stan paused, weighing the wisdom of saying what he was thinking. "a vibrator?"

She gave him a quick glance, then giggled. "Wore the batteries out." She hid her face with a hand, peeked a smile around it.

"Mom. You dog." Stan laughed. He felt a closeness with her now that she was sharing a part of her, she never had before. "Well, how can I help? I can't think of anything else."

"Well." She paused, her eyes darting around again. Stan knew she was trying to say something but was uncertain if she should. In a small voice, she continued. "Maybe you could...," she flicked her eyes down.

It wasn't until her eyes moved back to him that Stan thought he understood. The idea was preposterous, but he had to replace out for certain. "You want me to rub one out for you?"

"Well, just on the outside?" She bit her lower lip. "I think it might help, be enough." Then she stood up. "What am I saying? Of course not." She rushed toward her bedroom.

Stan rushed after her. "Wait Mom. I don't think that's so terrible." He'd only had a few moments to consider her proposal, but masturbating his mom, as she'd suggested, didn't seem any worse than giving her a back rub. "It really wouldn't be different from the back scratches you've given me a hundred times."

She paused, still in the living room but almost in the hallway. "You think so? You wouldn't think less of me?"

"Why would I do that? You are just a woman, feeling woman feelings. It wouldn't really be like sex or anything."

She turned around and, in that moment, Stan felt an erection building. He denied those feelings. This is my mom, but the pressure continued to build. It's just that I never get to really help her, that's all, he justified. I used to get boners sometimes when I was young, and mom bathed me. They didn't mean nothing, and neither does this.

"If you think it would help and not bother you." She moved back into the room.

Stan returned to the couch, and she followed him, sat down beside him. "How do we start?" she asked.

"How about like this?" Stan put his hand on her inner thigh. If she was going to back out, it would be now, and he wanted to give her that opportunity. He wanted to make sure she wasn't going to have any regrets.

She bit her lower lip and shifted her hips forward a bit. His hand was now pressing against her crotch. The erection pressed hard in his pants. Needing to adjust it to make it more comfortable, he shifted his weight onto one hip. He pressed his hand firmer against her.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this." Her voice was low, and she pulled away but remained on the couch.

"Mom. We're not doing anything wrong. Just scratching an itch." She relaxed, moved against his hand again.

"It does feel nice." She pressed against him.