My son...Leif - Sex Stories

My son...Leif

... and dove under the covers, praying I would not get caught peeping. My breath was ragged and I kept telling myself to get a grip on things before he reentered the room. I was glad the light in the room was low as I'm sure my cheeks were flush. Leif was back in the room a minute or so later, rubbing a towel over his damp hair. My eyes shot to his crotch as I admired the bulge in his boxers. God, I really was losing it! When my son came over to climb into bed, I quickly got out to use the bathroom. I was afraid that my fingers might reek of my arousal and wanted to wash them before he got too close. Looking into the mirror I almost felt like I was view another person entirely, a wanton slut. I took a deep breath and went back to join my son in bed. He looked so handsome propped against the headboard with his broad chest showing. He pulled the covers back for me and I climbed in beside him. His actions may have been so simple for him, but to me he was such a gentleman it really moved me. Rather than talk like we did the evening before, we instead sat in silence watching the colorful flames dance behind the screen. As the fire died down we both settled deeper into bed under the covers. I was somewhat surprised when I saw Leif's face looming above my own. He leaned in close and said, "Night mom," and gave me a soft kiss right on the lips. We had kissed many times before, but never on the lips that I could remember. He smiled at me brightly and looked like he wanted to say ...

... something, but must have lost his nerve and laid his head back on the pillow. I had been caught off guard by his action and didn't respond immediately, and finally mumbled, "Night." I found it difficult to sleep that night as I lay so close to my son and I could not get him out of my mind. I wondered about his kiss, was he trying to tell me something? My skin still tingled from the massage and my blood was pumping from the kiss, keeping me aroused. Finally I drifted off to sleep and dreamed about loving my son in an entirely new way. We awoke early the next day and headed off to breakfast, unsure of just what we'd do that day. We scanned a few brochures, but were still unable to formulate a plan. We figured the best course of action was to consult our hosts for some of their recommendations for a true Vermont fall experience. Both husband and wife replied, "Reilly's Farm," at the same time, so we figured it had to be pretty decent anyway. We arrived in a large gravel parking lot in front of a gigantic red barn. I felt a bit of trepidation as I feared it would be overly commercial and too much of a tourist trap. From the look in his eyes I think Leif was thinking the same thing, but after the drive we both stepped out of the car and prepared to make the best of things. As luck would have it, I didn't have to try very hard to have fun. There were lots of options for how one could spend their time. Apparently we could pick our own pumpkins, go on a hay ride, traverse a corn maze, view ...