Ross pushed the spaghetti around his pte, his fork scraping against the ceramic in endless circles. The kitchen's fluorescent light suddenly felt too bright, too exposing. His eyes stayed fixed on the swirls of marinara sauce, unable to look up at his mother sitting across from him.

  "Mom, about earlier..." The words caught in his throat.

  "Oh sweetie, don't be shy about it!" Judith's voice rang with her usual cheerful energy. The chair legs scraped against the tile as she scooted closer.

  Her warm hand reached across the table, fingers wrapping around his with a gentle squeeze. The touch sent electricity through his skin, making his heart race.

  "My sensitive boy." Her thumb stroked his knuckles in soothing circles. "You can't help having such a reactive little cock, baby."

  The water Ross had been sipping sprayed across the table as he choked, coughing violently. Drops of water dripped from his chin onto his barely-touched dinner.

  "You've always been so excitable!" Judith giggled, dabbing at the spilled water with her napkin. Her white tank top gaped forward as she leaned across the table, revealing the deep valley between her breasts and a peek of pink ce underneath. "Even when you were little, the smallest things would get you all worked up."

  Ross' face burned. He jerked his gaze away, but the damage was done. The image seared into his mind, adding to his growing discomfort.

  "I know what will help." Judith bounced up from her chair, the movement making her chest bounce. "Let's watch a movie together, make you feel better. Just like when you were small and had a bad day."

  "Mom, I have homework..." A weak protest. His mouth went dry as she circled the table.

  "Nonsense, it's Friday." Her fingers threaded through his hair, nails grazing his scalp. The familiar touch made him shiver. "You work too hard. Come snuggle with Mommy."

  The childhood nickname twisted something in his gut. He should say no. Should retreat to his room. But her scent - vanil and something uniquely her - wrapped around him like a warm bnket.

  "O-okay." The word slipped out before he could stop it.

  "That's my sweet boy." She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, lips lingering just a moment too long. Her breasts brushed against his shoulder as she straightened up.

  Ross stood on shaky legs, helpless to refuse her as always. The promise of being close to her, wrapped in her warmth, overrode every warning bell in his head. He followed her swaying hips toward the living room, already knowing this was a terrible idea.

  Steam curled around Ross as he emerged from the bathroom. He'd lingered under the spray longer than usual, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The shower had helped clear his head somewhat, but that crity evaporated the moment he stepped into the living room.

  Judith flitted around the space like an excited hummingbird, fluffing pillows and arranging bnkets on the couch. Her silk nightgown - a pale pink whisper of fabric - caught the light with each movement. The hem swished against her thighs as she twirled between tasks.

  "There you are!" Her face lit up when she spotted him. "I made us hot chocote. With the little marshmallows you love."

  Ross perched on the edge of the couch, his fresh t-shirt and pajama pants suddenly feeling too thin. He gripped the armrest, knuckles white.

  "Scoot over honey, give Mommy room." Judith nudged his shoulder with her hip. The silk of her nightgown rustled against his arm.

  He shifted toward the middle, heart pounding as she settled next to him. The couch dipped under her weight, rolling them together until her side pressed all along his. Her breast brushed his arm with each breath she took.

  Judith leaned close, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell so nice after your shower. Is that the body wash I got you?"

  Her nose traced up his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Her breath tickled his ear, warm and sweet from the hot chocote.

  Her fingers danced along his thigh, tracing idle patterns through his thin pajama pants. Heat bloomed under each casual stroke, burning through the fabric straight to his skin.

  Ross fixed his eyes on the TV screen, trying to focus on the movie's plot. The characters moved and spoke, but their words turned to static in his ears. All he could process was the maddening rhythm of her fingertips.

  "You're so tense, baby." Judith shifted closer, molding herself to his side. Her head tucked against his shoulder, silk-soft hair tickling his neck. "Remember how you used to fall asleep in my arms during movie nights?"

  "Mm," he managed, throat too tight for words. Her hand continued its innocent torture, wandering dangerously high before drifting back down.

  "My cuddly boy." The words dripped like honey from her lips. She nuzzled closer, one leg hitching over his.

  The movement pulled her nightgown higher, pale pink silk sliding up to reveal the creamy expanse of her thighs. The fabric bunched at her hips, a teasing whisper of silk against skin.

  Ross' hands clenched in his p, fingers digging into his palms until they ached. He needed something to ground him, to distract from the softness pressing against him.

  Her perfume surrounded him in a heady cloud - vanil and jasmine with an undertone of something warm and musky that was purely her. Each breath filled his lungs with the intoxicating scent, making his head spin.

  The familiar smell triggered memories of countless nights spent just like this - curled together on the couch, safe in her arms. But he wasn't a child anymore, and his body's reaction to her closeness was anything but innocent.

  "Speaking of cuddles..." Judith's fingers traced zy circles on his thigh. "You were so cute earlier, sweetie. Making my sensitive boy get all worked up during our game."

  Ross stiffened, his whole body going rigid. "Mom, please don't..."

  "You're so shy about it!" She giggled, poking his side pyfully. "It's perfectly natural. Your body just gets excited sometimes, especially when Mommy's close."

  "Can we please not talk about this?" His voice cracked, face burning hot enough to catch fire.

  "Oh honey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You've always been my sensitive little man." Her hand patted his thigh soothingly. "Remember when you were younger? The smallest things would make you get all stiff in your pants."

  Ross wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. "Mom..."

  "And today, just from teaching me that silly game!" She shifted against him, breast pressing more firmly into his arm. "Making cummies in your shorts. So precious."

  "Please stop..." He whispered, mortified. His cock twitched traitorously at her words, responding to her casual discussion of his accident.

  "Such a shy boy." Judith nuzzled his neck, her lips brushing his skin. "But Mommy knows just how sensitive you are. It's okay that me sitting in your p got you all excited."

  Her fingers squeezed his thigh, dangerously close to where his rapidly hardening length strained against his pajama pants. "My sweet, reactive baby boy."

  "Mom, it was- it wasn't just-" Ross stammered, trying to expin that her grinding movements had caused his embarrassing reaction. His tongue felt tied in knots. "When you were moving on my- when your-"

  "Shhhh." Judith's finger pressed against his lips, silencing his stuttered attempts. "You don't need to expin, sweetie. Mommy understands how sensitive her special boy is."

  Her other hand patted his thigh again, inching higher. "Oh!" Her eyes widened as she noticed the prominent bulge tenting his pajama pants. "See? There it is again! Your little cock gets so excited so easily."

  Ross wanted to die on the spot. His face burned crimson as he tried to shift away, but her body pressed against his side kept him trapped.

  "It's absolutely adorable how your penis responds to Mommy." She cooed, reaching up to stroke his fming cheek. "Such a precious reaction. You can't help it, can you baby? Getting all stiff just from cuddling with me. Look how hard it is!" Judith's voice filled with motherly pride. "My sweet, sensitive boy. Your cock is just like you - so responsive and eager to show Mommy how much you love her."

  Her fingers trailed down his chest as she snuggled closer. "You don't need to be embarrassed. I think it's super cute how your body reacts to me. Such a special bond between a mother and her baby boy."

  Ross sat in silent agony through the movie's first hour, his erection refusing to subside. Every slight movement from his mother sent sparks of electricity through his body. Her warm breath tickled his neck, her soft breasts pressed against his arm, and her hand rested dangerously high on his thigh. The movie's plot was lost on him - all he could focus on was the torturous proximity of her body and the throbbing need between his legs.

  Judith stretched beside him, arms reaching high above her head. The movement made her nightgown pull tight across her chest, outlining her heavy breasts. A dramatic yawn escaped her lips.

  "Mmm, getting sleepy." She snuggled closer, her fingers drawing zy patterns on his thigh. "Mind if Mommy uses you as a pillow?"

  Ross's mouth went dry. His heart hammered against his ribs as panic seized him. Before he could form a response or protest, Judith was already moving.

  She slid down his body like flowing water, the silk of her nightgown whispering against him. Her head settled into his p, face turned toward his straining cock. Her warm breath ghosted over the thin fabric of his pajama pants, making his cock twitch visibly.

  "Perfect," Judith sighed contentedly, nuzzling against his thigh. Her nose brushed dangerously close to his rigid length. "My comfy boy makes the best pillow."

  Ross held his breath, frozen in pce. His mother's face was mere inches from his throbbing cock, her lips practically brushing against it with each small movement. Her golden hair spilled across his p like silk, and her hand curled around his knee, holding him in pce.

  "Just like old times!" Judith sighed happily, her breath warming his inner thigh.

  Ross stared desperately at the ceiling, trying to think of anything else. Math equations. Dead puppies. Principal Wagner in a bikini. But none of it helped - not with his mother's face pressed against his throbbing cock.

  Her silky blonde hair fanned out across his thighs like spun gold, tickling his skin through the pajama pants. A few strands caught on his fingers where they gripped the couch cushions.

  "Mmm, need to get comfy." Judith wiggled in his p, trying to find the perfect position. Her cheek dragged across his length as she shifted, making him bite back a groan. "Your p feels different than I remember. So firm now that you're all grown up."

  Her movement caused her nightgown to ride up further, exposing the curve of her hip. One hand absently tugged at the silk, but only succeeded in pulling it higher. The other hand squeezed his thigh as she adjusted herself again, face pressing more firmly against his throbbing cock.

  "There we go." She nuzzled into him like a contented cat. "My cozy boy."

  Her lips brushed against him as she spoke, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to his core. Ross squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to maintain control as his mother unknowingly tormented him with each tiny movement.

  Each slow exhale from Judith's parted lips sent waves of warm air through the thin fabric of Ross's pajamas. His cock throbbed in response, a growing wet spot forming where precum leaked steadily from his tip. The damp fabric clung to his skin, outlining every ridge and vein of his straining length.

  "Mmmm," Judith mumbled in her sleep, her lips brushing against him as she spoke. The slight contact made Ross's thighs tremble. Her head shifted minutely, dragging her soft mouth along his shaft in a torturous caress.

  Ross gripped the couch cushions until his knuckles turned white. He didn't dare move a muscle, terrified of waking her. Each tiny movement she made seemed to bring her lips closer to his leaking tip. Her breath came in longer, deeper pulls now as she drifted deeper into sleep.

  A quiet snore escaped her, the vibration traveling straight through to his aching cock. Her lips pursed slightly in her sleep, pressing a ghost of a kiss against him through the thin fabric. Ross bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, desperately fighting back a moan.

  Her golden hair spilled across his p like silk, a few strands caught in the growing wet spot. With each breath, her parted lips dragged across his length, leaving him trembling on the edge of sanity. The warmth of her breath seeped through his pajamas, making his cock pulse with need.

  Ross sat frozen, barely daring to breathe. His heart thundered in his chest so loudly he feared it would wake her. But Judith just nuzzled closer in her sleep, her lips now resting directly against the head of his cock. Each exhale sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine as her warm breath caressed his sensitive tip through the damp fabric.

  Judith's lips parted in her sleep again, pressing an unconscious open-mouthed kiss against his throbbing shaft through the thin fabric. Ross gasped silently, his fingers digging into the couch cushions until he thought the fabric might tear. The wet heat of her mouth seeped through his pajamas, making his cock pulse desperately.

  Her pink tongue darted out, leaving a damp spot on the already moisture-darkened fabric as she licked her lips in her sleep. The wet muscle dragged along his length, sending jolts of electricity through his groin. Ross squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving as he fought to stay quiet.

  She shifted slightly, her face sliding down his shaft. Her parted lips traced his length in a series of unconscious kisses that left him trembling. Each press of her soft mouth against him sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. The silk of her hair brushed against his thighs as she moved, adding to the torturous sensation.

  "Mmm... sweet..." Judith mumbled in her sleep, nuzzling against his rock-hard cock. Her words vibrated through him, making his length twitch against her lips. She made another quiet sound, pressing closer as she settled deeper into sleep.

  Ross's entire body trembled uncontrolbly, his thighs quivering beneath his mother's sleeping form. Her movements grew more insistent, face pressing firmly against his throbbing length as she dreamed.

  "Mmmm... kisses for Mommy's sweet boy..." she murmured, her lips dragging up and down his shaft through the thin fabric. Her words sent vibrations straight through to his core.

  He tried to shift away, to escape the torturous sensation, but her arm had wrapped around his thigh in her sleep. Her fingers gripped him tightly, holding him in pce as she nuzzled against his cock.

  "Such soft cheeks..." Judith mumbled dreamily, pressing a series of slow, open-mouthed kisses along his length. "Mommy's precious baby needs his kisses..."

  Her lips found his sensitive tip, lingering there as she pnted gentle kisses. The wet heat of her mouth seeped through his pajamas, making his cock pulse desperately against her face.

  "Love giving my baby boy kisses..." she sighed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The wet muscle dragged across his tip, pulling a strangled gasp from his throat.

  Ross gripped the couch cushions harder, his knuckles white with strain. Each unconscious kiss from his sleeping mother sent jolts of electricity through his groin. Her lips moved constantly now, pressing sweet motherly kisses all over his throbbing shaft as she dreamed of kissing his face.

  "Such a good boy..." Another series of soft kisses peppered his length. "Taking all Mommy's kisses..."

  Her grip on his thigh tightened, preventing any escape as she continued her unconscious assault. Her mouth moved with increasing urgency, leaving no part of his straining cock unkissed through the thin fabric.

  Ross's back arched against the couch as his mother's sleeping lips moved faster, more insistently against his throbbing length. Her unconscious kisses grew wetter, more open-mouthed as she dreamed of showering her "baby boy" with affection.

  "Mmmm... Mommy's sweet angel..." she mumbled, dragging her parted lips along his shaft. "Need all my kisses..."

  His thighs trembled violently under her face. Her grip remained firm, pinning him in pce as she nuzzled deeper into his p. Each brush of her soft mouth against him sent waves of pleasure crashing through his body.

  "So good for Mommy..." Another series of wet kisses traced his length through the soaked fabric. Her tongue darted out occasionally, leaving trails of heat that made him shudder uncontrolbly.

  Ross felt the pressure building, his cock pulsing desperately against his mother's sleeping face. He tried to speak, to warn her, but his voice failed him completely. Only choked whimpers escaped his throat as her lips found his sensitive tip again.

  "My precious baby..." Judith sighed dreamily, pressing a long, lingering kiss to his swollen head. Her mouth opened wider, hot breath seeping through the thin pajamas. "Mommy loves giving you kisses..."

  Her words vibrated straight through him as she peppered his length with more open-mouthed kisses. Ross's hips jerked involuntarily, pressing himself harder against her lips. His fingers dug into the couch cushions as he fought the inevitable.

  "Such sweet cheeks..." she murmured, nuzzling his throbbing cock. "Need Mommy's kisses all over..."

  Panic gripped him as he felt himself approaching the point of no return. His mouth opened in a silent cry, but no sound emerged. His mother's sleeping form continued her gentle assault, completely unaware of his desperate state.

  Her lips parted wide against his tip, tongue pressing through the fabric in a wet caress as she dreamed of loving kisses. "Mmmmm... my good boy..."

  Ross's violent trembling woke Judith, her face still pressed against the wet spot on his pajamas. His entire body shook beneath her as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

  Judith's eyes fluttered open, concern crossing her sleepy features as she lifted her head. "Sweetie? What's wrong?"

  She sat up quickly, pcing a hand on his chest. The movement coincided perfectly with the first massive pulse of Ross's orgasm. His cock erupted in his pajamas, thick ropes of cum flooding the fabric as his hips jerked uncontrolbly.

  Judith's eyes widened as realization dawned. She watched the growing dark patch spread across his pants, feeling the heat radiating from his pulsing length. "Oh honey, again?"

  Ross couldn't speak, couldn't even look at her. His face burned crimson as his cock continued pumping out rope after rope of hot cum into his already soaked pajamas. His entire body trembled with the force of his release, tears of humiliation pricking at the corners of his eyes.

  "My sensitive boy," Judith cooed, completely oblivious to her role in causing his emission. She assumed her head resting in his p had been enough to trigger another accident. "Getting so excited just from Mommy using you as a pillow."

  Ross could only whimper as the final pulses of his orgasm wracked his frame, his mother's concerned face watching his every twitch. If she only knew it was her sleeping kisses that had pushed him over the edge... The thought made his cock give one final weak spurt into his ruined pajamas.

  Judith brushed her hair back from her face as she gazed at her trembling son. "My poor sensitive baby," she cooed, "You just can't help yourself around Mommy, can you?"

  Her nightgown slipped off one shoulder as she leaned forward, exposing more of her cleavage. Ross wanted to sink into the couch and disappear forever, his face burning with shame as his pajamas clung wetly to his softening cock.

  "Does having Mommy close excite you that much?" Her hand patted his thigh comfortingly, dangerously close to the mess he'd made. "It's okay, sweetie. It's perfectly natural for young men your age to have these reactions."

  Ross wanted to die of embarrassment. His mother's gentle touches and concerned expression only made it worse - she had no idea she was the direct cause of his humiliating accident.

  "Let's get you cleaned up," she said softly, her fingers trailing along his trembling thigh. "We can't have you sitting in wet pajamas all night."

  "I'll clean myself up!" Ross's voice cracked as he jumped up from the couch, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to escape.

  "Are you sure, sweetie? Mommy can help-"

  "No!" The word came out more forcefully than he intended. "I mean, no thanks, Mom. I've got it." He took the stairs two at a time, desperate to put distance between himself and the scene of his humiliation.

  Judith watched him go, a fond smile pying across her lips as she heard the bathroom door sm shut. She settled back onto the couch, tucking her legs underneath her as she thought about her precious boy.

  "Such a sensitive little thing," she mused aloud, touching the warm spot on the couch where Ross had sat. "Just like when he was younger." Her fingers traced idle patterns on the cushion as she recalled how he'd always been so reactive to her affection, even as a child.

  Even at eighteen, he still blushed and squirmed just like her little boy whenever she showed him attention. The way his face had turned crimson when he'd had his little accident - absolutely adorable. Her sweet, innocent Ross, still getting so worked up just from cuddling with his mommy.

  A quiet giggle escaped her as she remembered his panicked expression. "My precious baby," she sighed contentedly. "Always so excitable around his mommy."