When I went out to the kitchen for dinner, I dressed with care. I'd recently bought a pair of white nylon shorts that were reasonably conservative with underwear underneath, but when done thin-skin were almost indecent. My cock, which thankfully had shrunk to at least chub-like, was still pushing out on my shorts, my balls were pulled tight and big enough that they pulled my shorts tight so that I was bulging fairly prominently. I walked out fairly casually to where I was going to sit. I pulled my chair out and wondered if I'd get tit before my hard-on cleared the leg hem of my shorts. I barely made it, and was immediately captivated by the shorts my mom was wearing. I tried not to gawk as she served us but all I could think about was how wet she must be. Supper was almost automatic but I was mostly tuned into the conversation.....She asked me what I had planned. since Friday was the end of the work week and neither one of us had to be up early. I told her I didn't have anything planned and just wanted to let the night unfold. She said she was sort of in the same place, and she'd thought about just sitting home and having a few drinks. I told her that sounded good, and she mentioned that she'd bought me some Southern Comfort because she remembered me saying I liked it. By the time we'd eaten, both of us had drinks.....Her with a Tequila Sunrise and me with a chilled mickey of Southern Comfort. It hit me fairly quickly and I found myself buying some time by rolling a joint. Mom didn't smoke much (we'd tried it about a week earlier) but I thought she might, and I definitely needed a toke. We started to smoke it at the table, but she mentioned feeling light-headed and maybe lying down for a while. I expected her to head for the living room couch, but she surprised me by heading for the bedroom. I wasn't sure what to do, but I followed her. When she laid on the bed and sprawled back, I laid down to at the other end so both of us were looking at each other and coincidentally, looking right at each other's crotch. Right away, I started chubbing up and realized it was pretty obvious. I looked at her in the same spot and could see a moist spot in her shorts. We talked about a lot of stuff....me telling her how I was terrified to have her see my cock, and how it was also the fantasy that always made me cum. She told me that she'd felt sorry that there was a point that she had to turn washing my stuff over to me. It hadn't occurred to me that when I started getting hard when she did it, it was time for things to change. That was the point when I began to feel strange things about my mom seeing my cock and really about to experience feelings about sex. For years, I was guarded about her seeing me or anything to do with masturbation. The thing was, the more I jerked off, the more I fantasized about mom seeing me jacking off, but the nightmare of her seeing my cock. By the time I'd been jerking for a few years, I'd graduated to fantasies of making it happen. I never really expected it to, but I guess something...probably the tokes and the Southern Comfort.....combined with my mom seeing my "Medical" problem had loosened me up. I knew that now, laying side by side at opposite ends, I was loving the idea that she might be able to see my cock. I was busy looking at her too... Seeing the stray hairs peeking out of her shorts, and making me wonder if she had panties on. I drew one leg and felt my cock suddenly feeling unrestricted and cool. I was pretty sure my flaccid cock had slid into the openings of my shorts, and without any warning, my cock suddenly became really long and hard and I could feel it clenching and getting wet. I'm not sure why I should have been shy about cumming in front of her, but I tried to hold back. As I came upright, I could tell my cock was out in the open, and all I could think about was how much I wanted her wide open and naked in front of me. She pulled me by the hand up close to her and cuddled my shoulder and I could feel her opening. I nuzzled her and ground my hard cock into her slit and could sense her muscles contracting. I quickly slid back down so I could taste her. It was thrilling, tasting my mother's juices, and mind-blowing when I slipped my tongue into her. I don't know if I was more excited with the taste of her juicy cunt or the thought of my cock warm inside her. I could have spent hours there, and just loved it for what it was, but I was fairly sure that she'd want to feel me. I was beyond ready....My cock was virtually vibrating because I was so taut hard. I wasn't sure how hard it would be to find the right spot, but she was so slippery that I just glided into her. We were soft and gentle with each other, and I realized right away that she would know what was best and I should follow her lead. I was intensely aware that I wanted to treat it like a handjob and just make it intense and quick. but I relaxed and just let it happen, and it was perfect. When she finally started to cum, I stopped trying to hold back and I unloaded six healthy shots of cum into her and felt surprised that I could feel her clenching for almost a minute. When I finally felt conscious and able to move, I was surprised and pleased that I felt entirely comfortable naked. We lit cigarettes, and took turns playing with each other with no self-conciousness.