My son...Leif - Sex Stories

My son...Leif

... out his feelings. I became misty eyed as I listened to his tale, wanting the best for my only son. After an hour or so the conversation turned to me. Apparently I was not the only intuitive person in the family, because he seemed to look right through me as he asked, "What's wrong Mom? I can tell you've got something on your mind too." Tears welled in my eyes once more as I explained my desire for a homecoming trip to see the fall foliage, and my recent frustrations. I felt a bit silly crying in front of my son, but he simply grasped my hands within his own and listened intently, nodding with either sympathy or understanding from time to time. It had been ages since I'd taken the kids back to Boston, so I was surprised when Leif said he remembered the foliage and loved the idea of seeing it once more. I felt momentary guilt as I was afraid he was just doing it for me, but the look on his face was so sincere. Leif explained that he had plenty of vacation time, and really wanted to get away given the situation with Gretchen. While I was saddened by the news of his relationship, to say I was overjoyed by his desire to go would be an understatement. It finally hit me that I really was going home, and not with some creepy guy from work, but with my handsome son. After our long talk, Leif stood and held his hands out to me and I placed my palms within his. He then pulled me up into a deep hug and I simply melted into him. It had been ages since I'd experienced loving arms around me ...

... and I felt as though I had suddenly been transported to another place entirely. I must admit, being held by such a handsome man was an experience I had not known for years. Leif looked like the man I once feel in love with, but only more handsome than I could remember. I felt proud that maybe I had something to do with that. As the days slowly wound down before the trip, I began to organize my things. I knew the weather in New England could vary greatly, so I packed lots of flannel and wool. I packed a few lightweight items as well, in the hopes we'd luck into some unseasonable heat. We would be spending a few nights in a Bed and Breakfast, which I was sure would have big warm fluffy comforters, so I added one super slinky nightie too just to pamper myself. We left Seattle on a Friday evening on the redeye and arrived in Boston early Saturday. We were met by my sister Connie, and after collecting our bags we were on the road to her home in the suburbs. I looked around in shock as the city had changed so much since I'd last been home, but it was wonderful to be back in the warm embrace of family. Connie had planned a barbeque to include my parents, siblings and all the nieces and nephews that could attend. Given the time of year, many were off at college, but it was great to meet the little ones I previously had seen in only pictures. Even though Leif and I were tired from the flight, we had a fantastic time. Connie had even purchased a number of pumpkins, so all the kids and ...