A Mother's Comfort

Gracie changed into a satin nightgown and climbed into bed, waiting patiently for him to come to her room. The nightgown was on the sexier side, but not so much that it would seem like an obvious seduction attempt. Every little sound made her heart pound wildly. He was approaching. When Mateo entered the room, he was wearing just his boxers, his chest bare. As she laid eyes on his toned physique, Gracie felt herself growing hot, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. He was so attractive. She desperately tried not to stare, though her gaze drifted down to his muscular thighs, and back up again before meeting his eyes - which held a look of innocence and vulnerability. Perhaps a hint of discomfort.

"Well, are you going to join me?" She asked softly, patting the empty side of the bed beside her, inviting him to come closer. His face flushed pink once again, but he didn't say anything as he made his way over and slid underneath the covers. Gracie reached over towards her nightstand and turned off the tiny lamp next to her bed, and the room turned black as pitch. Mateo's breathing grew louder. Was he nervous?

Gracie turned over to face him, but couldn't see much in the darkness - only his silhouette. Yet it was still enough to send tingles coursing down her spine as she imagined what his beautiful body might look like, lying in the blackness next to her. And she could smell his manly musk from so close - it was intoxicating. "Good night, honey. Remember, if you have any night terrors, mommy is right here. I'll comfort you. You don't need to be scared." She paused, wondering what to say next. She had never really done this before, sharing a bed with anyone other than her husband. "I love you," she added, voice wavering, and she heard his breathing hitch at the sentiment. "I love you so much, Mateo," she said again, quieter this time, almost a whisper. And then he replied.

"I love you too, mom." His words sent shivers down her spine, and Gracie's heart sang with joy - knowing how much he truly adored her. As she laid there next to him, their breathing began to grow slow and rhythmic, and their heartbeats became audible through the quietness of the room. They were together - and to Gracie, it felt right. She moved a little bit closer towards him, as if pulled in by an unseen force, until she was so near she could feel the heat coming from his body. For a long moment she simply enjoyed feeling the closeness of another person, but soon, a wave of temptation washed over her - and she had to be nearer. Carefully, ever so carefully, she put her hand onto his hip, and when he didn't seem to react, she scooted her body even closer - spooning him as if her life depended on it.

"Is this.. Really appropriate?" he whispered, and Gracie could hear the tension in his voice.

"Don't worry about it. Mommy's here to make you feel safe. Try to rest," Gracie answered, gently stroking his hipbone with her fingertips and letting them linger there for a few moments. His skin felt so warm and smooth beneath her touch. "I hold you every night when you have your episode, sweetie, and it seems to make you feel better. This is what you need. Mommy knows best, don't you think?" She wondered if she was pushing the boundaries too much, and convinced herself that she had to slow down, or else she'd scare him away. Mateo sighed softly and relaxed, which pleased her greatly.

Eventually, both of them fell asleep, cuddling up against each other.

--- 6 ---

The tossing and turning was the first sign she noticed. His breathing was quickening, indicating distress. He began to fidget and whimper. With half-opened eyes, having just been awoken herself, Gracie moved even closer to him under the covers - holding him near her warm body, gently stroking his hair. "It's okay, honey. Mommy is here. It's just a nightmare." Mateo buried his head into Gracie's chest, a silent sob escaping him as he grasped on to her nightgown tightly. She continued to comfort him, whispering words of reassurance as she ran her fingers through his curly hair, pulling him as close as possible so that every inch of his body could feel the warmth coming from hers. And somehow - even in her sleepiness, she knew exactly how to hold him, as if they had always slept like this together. The gentle swaying of her arms seemed to help settle his tremors in record time. "There you go, sweetheart.. Mommy has got you. I'm right here with you," she spoke soothingly, until he calmed down completely - muscles finally relaxing under her touch. His pain seemed to wash away.

Once morning came, limbs entangled beneath the covers, with her face tucked in his neck. Gracie inhaled his manly scent as she nuzzled closer, taking in the calm and comfort he now radiated. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept so well, and although the position they found themselves in seemed incredibly intimate, it felt right to her. Natural. As if their bodies were destined to fit so perfectly together. She could feel Mateo waking up, and eventually he brought himself up to look at her. His hair was a complete mess, but he still looked adorable to her, sleepy eyes looking into hers with wonder. "Did you sleep well?" she asked him softly, still clinging to him. Mateo nodded, but looked incredibly embarrassed.

"Mom, you're so.. Uhm.. Close." he said as his cheeks reddened. It occurred to Gracie that she had practically draped herself all over her son - lying on top of him, clinging to him as if he would disappear if she loosened her grip.

"I didn't want to wake you." she defended herself, knowing that was partially true. However, the other part of her wanted to get close to him, like every other time when he needed her help. She wanted to be there for him. To comfort him. To be loved by him. Gracie saw Mateo looking at her oddly - and she assumed he could tell there was more to it than what she was letting on. She placed an innocent kiss onto his neck - lingering there just a tiny bit too long - before moving away. "You worry too much, honey."

He got out of bed without saying another word, awkwardly trying to hide the morning wood in his underwear with his manly hands. Gracie's eyes went wide as she saw what a monster it was! How hadn't she felt that?! His crotch area bulged from behind his boxers in a way that indicated something thick, hard and throbbing. Gracie tried to act cool, as if she didn't notice a thing - while simultaneously staring at it so intensely with her peripherals. He didn't seem to notice though, hurrying out of the room. "I'll make us some breakfast after a quick shower," she heard him say, the sound of him disappearing into the bathroom after giving her one last glance.

Gracie burrowed her face into the pillow on his side of the bed, dreaming of what he could do to her with that thing. She rubbed her thighs together as she closed her eyes. Oh god, what if he had noticed she was acting odd? Surely he'd be mortified. She bit her lip, her senses flooding with guilt for thinking this way about her son. But all night long, they had been so close. No one had held her since the fire, and now it became even clearer how much she had missed that feeling. The thought of Mateo's warmth enveloping her body - being in a position of comfort that she never could have imagined even existed - sent Gracie's heart thundering in ways it had never done before. His gentle caresses, the way he looked into her eyes - they had filled her with the most unexplained emotions, and she was scared. Afraid of how she felt for him. These feelings were not appropriate whatsoever. She needed to find some sort of release or she would burst at the seams, and do something incredibly inappropriate and irreversible.

Mateo walked back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, drying his hair with a towel. He caught his mother on his side of the bed, practically sniffing his pillow. "Weirdo", he said - but then walked towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast. "Want some pancakes?"

--- 7 ---

That evening, when both Mateo and Gracie were back home from work, they were both in high spirits. It was clear they had slept better, both of them appearing rested, refreshed and happy. They had even agreed to go out to dinner together, which was rare. They shared jokes, laughed over stupid things - enjoying each other's presence in a way that didn't feel at all forced. Neither of them seemed to think much about the accident. It was a good feeling. But the night had come again, and after a short period of silence, Gracie noticed how her son's demeanour changed immediately. Mateo became sullen, sitting down on his side of the bed they would once again share, while Gracie prepared to slip into hers.

"I.. I'm sorry for relying on you so heavily at night," he said quietly. "Perhaps after a week or two, I'll get better, and I can return to my own bed again."

Gracie hated that idea. She wanted him close to her always, to be there when he needed her. "Sweetie, you're not bothering me. I think you should just get used to sharing a bed with mommy at night. I think we both slept better last night, so please don't feel like a burden. Think of it as us helping each other out." She flashed him a quick smile before laying down - and couldn't help but feel giddy as he moved closer to her under the covers of his own volition. His warmth was inviting, and she loved how comfortable they had become around each other. But it was hard to ignore that their proximity only made her desire for him grow. Every time she took in his scent, felt his body heat radiating from his skin, it sent her heart racing, made her mind cloud up. Forbidden thoughts were hard to keep at bay. And on this night, he wasn't even wearing a shirt..

"Good night, mom." Mateo said, turning his back towards Gracie, a comfortable silence settling over them. Within minutes he was asleep. But Gracie lay awake, conflicted. Even when she had lived with her late husband, she couldn't remember ever feeling this content, as if all of her worries had disappeared, leaving only happiness behind. Her son had grown into such a wonderful man. Any woman would be lucky to have him, and few would truly deserve him. But did she? What would people think about her sleeping in the same bed as her own son? Would they understand, seeing as it was helping him with his night terrors? Or would she be judged? And what if they took things a few steps further..?

Gracie glanced over at Mateo - so peaceful in his slumber. She had seen him through every stage of his life - from the day he was born, to when he learned how to walk, talk, write and count. His voice had changed dramatically over the years - deepening. And she had been there to witness the transformation he went through when his father died. His college plans put to rest, so he could get a job and help pay the bills. His whole life changed in an instant. All that time, all that planning, gone just like that. Just like her husband's life.

--- 8 ---

Gracie heard him whimper before she felt his body writhing next to her. She quickly wrapped herself around him, holding him tightly against her chest. It was becoming too familiar to her. He clung onto her sleepwear with one hand, clutching at it desperately while Gracie whispered calming words into his ear. "You're safe, sweetie. Mommy is right here with you. You're okay." He pulled her on top of him, seemingly still dreaming, and they were soon face to face as she kept murmuring soft reassurances. Their foreheads touched as Gracie gazed at his closed eyes - even when asleep he was handsome, with his beautiful lashes. And his lips.. Her mind wandered off on its own accord..

"Let mommy kiss the pain away, sweetheart," she heard herself say before placing her lips gently against her son's. To her surprise, he stuck his tongue into her mouth, sliding it against hers, pulling her into him in ways that were most improper for mother and son. But then he started moaning - no longer whimpering - and Gracie completely lost her senses. She began grinding her hips down against his pelvis, trying to relieve some of the tension that had begun to build within her core. "You're alright, baby. Don't worry. I'll make you feel good," she found herself saying, her breathing picking up as they began moving against each other in an unspoken rhythm. His hands roamed up and down her sides, pushing their bodies together in the most sinful way possible. Their kisses were heated now, tongues duelling in a passionate exchange that made both Gracie and Mateo breathless. She felt her underwear getting wetter by the second.

And then he woke up, his eyes open, his mother still on top of him, kissing him passionately. His entire body stiffened beneath her, and when Gracie finally pulled away, she saw fear in his eyes - shame. He seemed shocked by the situation, frozen in place. "Mom?" he whispered with such confusion and uncertainty in his voice. And it hurt. It hurt Gracie so badly to see the panic, to realize what she had done, to witness the shock and fear.

"I'm just kissing your nightmares away. You looked so distressed, sweetheart." Her voice was barely audible as she spoke these words, aware how inappropriate she had acted. Mateo did not respond, instead opting to watch Gracie slowly slide off his body and turn over onto her back, leaving enough space between them that they could resume their normal sleeping positions. Neither said a word as they tried to settle in bed again.

But it was hard to find sleep like this. There was tension in the room. Finally, he spoke. "Do you usually kiss me during my episodes?" The question was charged. He sounded nervous. She took some time before answering, biting her lip - heart pounding.

"No, that was the first time," she answered truthfully. "... But it seemed to calm you down very quickly. Don't think too much of it, honey. Mommy's just trying to help."

The room fell silent for what felt like an eternity - Gracie tried to shut her eyes and will away the guilt she felt. And then she felt her son moving next to her, until he was pressed up against her once again. Her eyes snapped open and she turned towards him with a mixture of surprise and joy - seeing his beautiful face right before her.

"Thank you, mom.. But that's super weird.." he said, sounding more amused than upset or bothered by the situation now that he had some time to process it. "I appreciate that you're always there for me, but.. You know.. I'm your son and that was, uh.. Kind of... Intense." Mateo chuckled nervously, and Gracie could tell he was feeling a little awkward.

"Mommy got a little carried away.." Gracie confessed, placing her hand on her forehead. She couldn't believe it had happened. But Mateo didn't seem to hold it against her. "I just meant to place a tiny peck on your lips, but you put your tongue inside my mouth! I was caught off guard!" Her hands were all over the place as she spoke, fidgeting. "But really.. The fact that it helped you feel better makes it all worthwhile. And you know what?" Gracie asked, looking at him intently, staring into his blue eyes. "For that reason, I do not regret it. I hate seeing you suffer. You mean so much to me."

Another pause. "You mean everything to me, mom," Mateo replied softly, before turning onto his back and letting out a long, tired sigh. His words sent a wave of joy crashing over her, and Gracie felt herself beginning to relax. She made him feel good, even if he perhaps couldn't appreciate the effort right away. But maybe she could win him over in due time.

Mateo eventually went to sleep - but Gracie found herself wide awake with unbearable lust. Her underwear felt damp from her arousal, and she couldn't stop thinking about how he had responded when they kissed. So tender, so loving. It felt so right. But also so forbidden. Mateo was her own son, for Christ's sake! And the guilt was slowly consuming her. At the same time, she knew one thing with absolute certainty; The next time he would have an episode, she wouldn't hesitate to kiss him again.

--- 9 ---

The following night, Gracie's heart was pounding as she got ready for bed. She was wearing a much sexier outfit than usual, hoping it might put him in the mood for something.. Taboo. A pink baby doll made from lace, matching panties - even her perfume was heavier tonight. She looked in the mirror. Yes. Definitely a little suggestive, but there was no harm in trying, right? And if something happened, it was 'just an accident' and they would never mention it again. As long as she didn't try anything further, there was no danger in what she was planning, she told herself. Her pulse was racing already - blood rushing through her veins like a tsunami. "I can do this," she mumbled under her breath, still looking into the mirror at her own reflection. It felt so wrong, but at the same time so very right. She wasn't sure which feeling was stronger.

The lights were out, but she imagined Mateo could make out what she was wearing in the dimmed room, which sent another surge of arousal to her core. What would he feel when he saw her? She tried not to overthink this, convincing herself that this was all a test. If he said no to her advances, she would drop it, forget everything and act normal around him. Just an experiment, nothing else. As Gracie slipped under the covers, she saw his eyes flicker open - studying her with mild confusion. His breathing had increased, and he seemed to be blushing when he finally managed to speak up. "Mom... You look.." He fumbled for words as he looked her up and down. "Are you really going to wear that? Isn't it a little.. Too sexy?"

She couldn't hold back the smile. Gracie pulled the covers off her legs - revealing everything she was wearing. His gaze lingered there for a moment, before looking back into her eyes with worry. "It is a little risqué, I suppose," she admitted quietly. Mateo was frozen in place, watching every single movement she made. "But I'm a woman, sweetie. And this is normal sleeping wear. Don't think too much of it." Her tone was soothing, nonchalant - but inside she felt like dying from excitement. His eyes had already swept over her body once, and now he was staring at her figure. She could tell he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare. Instead, he turned away, turning onto his side - his back facing her as he let out a sigh. The tension was unbearable.

With a sudden burst of confidence, Gracie leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Go to sleep, honey. Mommy will keep you safe and warm." He still seemed confused, not used to his mother's flirty behavior, but nonetheless did not stop her when she scooted closer to him under the covers. "Let me hold you." There was no hesitation in her voice - only yearning. Gracie wrapped herself around him tightly - so close, skin touching skin. "Is this alright?" She whispered into his ear as her breasts pressed against his back. His reaction wasn't immediate, but after a while Mateo placed his hand on top of Gracie's where it rested on his stomach.

"Yeah, it's fine," he admitted. Her panties were wet again already, her nipples stiffening under her gown, brushing against his back with every breath she took. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping the friction might take the edge off her aching desire for a moment.

"Mateo.. I love you very much," she confessed quietly. And then his body seemed to relax.

"I love you too, Mom." Gracie bit her lip at the sound of his words, relishing in his closeness - how soft and warm his skin felt against her. How they fit together perfectly. This was how it should be. Eventually, they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep, cuddled up against each other - their heartbeats synced up like the only two beats that mattered in the world.

In the early morning hours, still a long time until dawn would come, Gracie woke up - feeling an overwhelming amount of lust. In her tired state, she reached down between her legs, letting her fingers find the small fabric covering her pussy, but not yet pulling it aside. She felt dizzy, as if the world were moving around her and everything were slightly off kilter. Her legs were spread, and she heard herself let out a moan as she ran her fingers up and down her slit. Oh God, this was wrong - she knew this was wrong. Yet the taboo pleasure that filled her was intoxicating, and before she knew what she was doing, she had hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them to the side - opening herself up to her own touch.