Growing up I was always deathly afraid of thunder storms, especially at night. My father worked nights and I really looked up to him for support. Without him around I felt very threatened. So anytime a storm would happen during the night, I'd go running into my parent's bedroom and crawl into bed with my mom. My mother never minded my invasion. She'd hold me tight and tell me that everything would be okay. Comforted by her warm body and loving hugs,I'd stay with her until the storm ended. If I fell back to sleep before it ended, my mom always let me stay with her until morning before shooing me back into my bed before my father came home.

One night a very violent storm came through and once again I crawled into bed with my mother. That's when my recently emerging puberty stepped in. I was laying behind her as the storm subsided, spooning my body as close to hers as I could, when I suddenly realized how nice it felt to be next to her like that. I had my arm draped over her waist, and I was impressed at how perfectly her warm ass fit into my crotch. Then my cock started to get hard.

I couldn't believe how good it felt when the tip of my cock touched my mother's body, and the slippery fabric of her nightie only heightened that feeling. Caught up in my moment of excitement, I eagerly rubbed my hard cock back and forth against my mother's ass. I don't know if my mother had fallen back to sleep, but she never moved, and she didn't say a word.

I now had a reason to like thunderstorms. I couldn't wait for the next one to light up the night sky. As soon as the first bolt of lightning flashed I'd make a beeline for my mom's bed, and my cock would be hard before I crawled under her sheets. This went on for some time before it finally ended when, one night, I finally came on my mother's ass. She told me in the most gentle way that she could that I was now too old to sleep with her. I was a man and I had to sleep by myself.

Although I didn't know it at the time, I now realize that my mom looked forward to my nighttime visits. She never "woke up" during my play, and she would always wear her skimpiest nighties whenever storms were predicted. And she never told my father about my sleeping with her. My mom is still an attractive woman, and I only wish that I had the balls to ask her if I could, just one time, make love to her.