When I woke up， my panties and nightgown ， and the sheets were soppingwet. At first I thought I'd peed in my bed but my bladder drove me tothe bathroom to show…… it was all love juice.

　    Shaking as I showered ， physically completely relaxed， yet mentallyanxious ， a bit edgy or worried， I wondered if I was going out of mymind.

　    As I got ready for work ， I tried to rationalize what was going on.Perhaps everyone went through these "dreams" when they were deprived ofsex. Perhaps subliminal messages were transmitted by the body to the braindemanding something not experienced in too long. But the thoughts aboutmy "son ！" Where did they come from？ Even if he didn't know the secretabout his "mother ，" how could I ever imagine such …… intense…… pleasure.

　    I had to get a grip. I couldn't blame him for what was going on. Hewas the perfect gentleman ， in virtually every way. He did his choresand more. He attended to me with the utmost propriety and courtesy. Wellalmost， except for the few occasions when he was younger and seemed tobe "exploring" the only woman handy （smiling ， now at the pun ）。

　    But seriously ， I really do loved that boy and would do anythingfor him ……

　    I can't let my "problem" affect our relationship. But he's gettingolder and things are getting to that really complicated stage ， and Ijust know I'll regret it if I do anything to create even more confusion.I have to be careful what I say. Part of me wants him to find a girl to"do stuff with" and part of me doesn't， at least not yet. To be honest，right or wrong， I want to help him understand everything about womenhe's curious about…… but I can't.

　    As I headed out the door to work， part of me was relieved to be throughthe ritual of waking， shower and coffee without waking or running intohim. But then …… part of me missed the chance to see him…… get a goodbyekiss…… before I trundled off.

　    The day was uneventful（in the sexual sense ）， as were much of thefollowing weeks. Part of me was relieved， and part of me missed the reliefor balm that the "sensations" had provided， even with the confusions.

　    I was pleased to hear him making arrangements and taking advantageof the advice I'd given ， to seek the company of others. And I missedhim when he wasn't around.

　    Almost every other night he was out ， but never too late.

　    Every night ， I waited ， not to obviously I hoped ， for his returnand polite kiss on the cheek as he went off to bed.

　    We still had plenty of time in the evenings and on the weekends tostay connected， so I could keep track of what he was up to and who hewas beginning to hang around with ， and what he thought about this orthat. I learned about the old friends and the new acquaintances. A coupleof times he came home rather preoccupied， sometimes quite flushed， onceor twice with lipstick on his cheek and neck， and I kept my own counsel.

　    A few times the "sensations" returned ， sometimes quick and passing，sometimes long and intense， and normally only at night when I was inmy own bed……

　    As they became more intermittent， I began to …… look forward tothem. Wondering what manifestation would…… almost satisfy me again.

　    I didn't "try" to bring them on ， but recognized their onset ， and，depending on circumstances， sometimes let them take me away…… to analmost fulfillment. The only real problem was "that afternoon" at workthat started with the "touching" and "stroking" and "rubbing" I felt allover， and particularly the nipple "sucking" that almost drove me intodelirium， that grew and grew until the evening.

　    The whole evening was absolute decorum as I fought for control untilI could retreat to the safety of my bedroom. I felt "petted" and "fondled"all evening ， and could just barely keep my sense of propriety as hewent out on another "date ，" while I waited for his return.

　    And the few hours he was gone ， the pressure seemed a little lessprovocative ， so I didn't do anything to seek self gratification. I thoughtit had passed ， a little disappointed that I hadn't had…… the climax…… and was still a little on edge …… almost hungry for the "sensation"to finish.

　    Somehow ， I thought， these sensations have something to do withmy son. They seem most intense when he's around ， or at least in thehouse ， and we're together alone ， and most especially， at night. And，it is natural for a woman ， and a young man to want…… And maybe itwould be wrong，…… for an older woman and a young man …… and it wouldn'treally be incest.

　    ==== Chapter Six， Patience ====

　    Boring…… I thought……

　    Even the couple of evenings with Debby were no longer all that intriguing.She was still somewhat interesting but had been "infected" with the mindlessconcerns and prattle of her girl friends. And she still had a "body" butno where near as voluptuous or tempting …… or forbidden …… or ……as…… available…… as ……

　    And the guys only talked what they "would" do or "bragged" about theirpetty exploits. First base， third base ， even the home runs seemed contrived.

　    And the other girls ， were …… engaging …… and not. None wereas fully developed as …… or ready to try…… stuff. Or if they were ，I simply had to beg off because I didn't want to be in the long line oftheir "prior" experiences.

　    I could always go home "on time" or "early" and get almost the bestdelight of the evening.

　    Mom always waited up， and though I often went home in frustrationfrom a "date，" I always wanted to make sure she could go to bed…… withoutworrying about me.

　    And the reward was always waiting ， even if I couldn't bend it …… her…… to my will. Fantasizing about my Mom was still my most active，imaginative and enjoyable pastime.

　    I'd about given up on the "mind control" crap ， but couldn't stopthe day to day， and night "visions" especially when she was "helping"them.

　    She was hot and didn't even know it. Every move she made was sensuousand ， to me， begging for my attention or reaction. One night， as Itook a turn at the clean up after dinner， she came up behind me and beganmassaging my shoulders as I so often did hers. As usual ， she thankedme for pitching in， and mentioned how tired she was from her day at theoffice on her feet. I of course offered to return her favor of the shoulderrub with a foot massage when the dishes were done. But she deferred ，saying something about "not wanting me to touch her smelly feet that hadbeen running around all day ……" But before I could protest and profferagain ， she went on to say ， "I remember when you used to do this（the back rub） in my bed…… remember when you were little and usedto sit on my backside to rub my back……？" And I could vaguely remembertimes when I would be on my knees ， straddling her bottom on the bed ，and try to help her relax with a back massage.

　    My cock started to harden at the thought of sliding up and down theseparation between the half moons of her butt cheeks， with my balls restingjust outside her pussy， wondering if I would ever have that opportunityagain.

　    And then I felt her soft breasts press against my shoulder bladesas she teased the hair on my neck with her fingers， kissed me on thecheek and said she was going to take a shower.

　    I finished cleaning up as I heard the shower and let pictures of hernaked ， pelted by the water stream ， dance in my head. I turned on theTV and crashed on the couch to watch some late night talk and talent show.

　    Mom came out in her nightgown and robe and joined me on the couch.She plumped the pillows in one corner and ， primly tucking her nightclothes around her legs ， swung her feet up into my lap.

　    "I decided to take you up on your offer" she said. I grinned and said，"sure" and began to rub her ankles and feet. But then I paused and said，"I think you deserve something special tonight."

　    I lifted her feet out of my lap and got up， heading for the bathroom.I was more than a little titillated with the quick sight of her thighsand panties as her knees bent and opened slightly when I shifted her feet.I found her body lotion and returned to the couch ， hurrying to get seatedbefore my hardening cock became obvious. As I sat and shifted myself andpulled her feet back into my lap， I asked， "a little lotion for thelady？" She sighed， seemed to snuggle a bit deeper in the couch and said，"oh ， that would be wonderful……"

　    We giggled and laughed at the monologue and jokes on TV as I beganmassaging her instep and toes ， flexing each in turn to loosen them up，sliding cream slickened fingers in between. I rubbed each foot in turn，only a little anxious when I allowed the closest one to lean against mynow fully upright cock. I spent an inordinate amount of time on her anklesand feet， rotating them slightly ， rubbing away all the aches aroundher heels and arches， soothing the bottoms without meaning to tickleher. I did， at one point ， run a fingernail lightly up the inside ofher instep， getting the reaction I wanted， as the tickle caused herleg to lift when she jerked her foot away ， laughing that I "shouldn'ttorture" her.

　    Little did she know that my "torture" was just beginning. Alternatingbetween her feet， and gently swivelling her ankles had helped open herlegs a little ， shifting her gown so that it slid away a little， bunchingmore in her lap ， revealing a little more of her thighs.

　    The memory of her words"…… and…… like I said， quite a bit ofpatience……" rang in my mind ， causing me to be even more deliberatein my attentions to her massage. Slowly ， without rushing， lingeringon her ankles ， I began rubbing lotion on her shins and lower calves.My reward was a slight distant wink from her panties. Laboriously ， Ithoroughly kneaded the muscles just above her ankles and waited as thedistance between her knees grew ever so imperceptibly wider.

　    I was now only half listening to the talk show as it droned on， makinglight conversation that grew quieter and quieter. Mom had by now shifteda little， lying back with her eyes closed， resting though not asleep.

　    At first， I could only use my peripheral vision to enjoy the developingview next to me. I was afraid to look directly at her ， lest she catchmy glances at her legs and suspect more was showing than she intended.

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