There was a sob in his voice as he recounted this humiliation, then he really started to cry in earnest, and his embarrassment over what had happened with Sherry was made all the worse by the shame he felt at losing control of himself in front of his mother like this. But she understood that he also needed to be comforted, so she took him in her arms and pressed him close to her.

"There, there, don't you worry about a thing," she said softly, stroking his hair.

Jack did indeed feel comforted by his mother's warmth and closeness, but he felt something else, too – namely, a swelling of his cock! He had dreamed about this date with Sherry for days, had beaten off imagining how it would be to press her soft, female body against his, and although Sherry had ditched him, this was indeed a very soft, very female body pressing against him now. Ursula had very full, firm breasts, and the way they were squashed against his chest really made his dick cram hard against the fabric of his underpants. His mother was wearing a flimsy nightie and an equally flimsy bathrobe, and he thought that he could feel her nipples pressing through his shirt.

He could, too, and the reason wasn't hard to find. Her big pinkish-brown nipples were no longer soft rosebuds but swollen passion-nubs, eager for the touch of a man's fingers of lips.

Ursula had often felt sort of excited by her son – seeing him in his bathrobe going to take a bath, for example – but she had shrugged off her feelings. She was far too natural a woman to worry about having "wrong" thoughts. But what she was feeling now was also far too powerful for her to ignore. Somehow, the combination of her son's fine adolescent looks with his childlike need at the moment to be protected and comforted really turned her on. She felt her clit harden and drop after drop of feminine lubricant ooze down the soft inside of her cunt to collect in droplets on the dainty pubic fluff which grew between her legs.