My son...Leif - Sex Stories

My son...Leif

... I engaged in a carving competition, which I absolutely loved. We stayed at Connie's for two days, giving us ample time to reconnect with my family. Each evening, my sister and I stayed up late sipping wine and chatting about everything and nothing. Leif and I also went into the city and played tourist, marveling at the changes since the Big Dig. He proved the perfect traveling companion, always accommodating my desires but not afraid to offer suggestions of what we could do. Connie tried to lend us her old minivan, but thankfully Leif concurred with me and we rented a convertible. Sure it was cool out, but that's probably why we got such a good deal. Besides, I loved the idea of having the top down as we soaked in the foliage. Leif insisted on driving from Boston to our B&B in Vermont, so I just sat back and enjoyed the ride and his company. The sun was shining and the colors were spectacular, as was the conversation with my son. We talked about the landscape that we passed, each of us pointing out pretty sights for the other to look at. I must say, sitting next so close to my son I felt a certain quiet confidence exude from him. He seemed to be so relaxed yet completely in control as he tapped the steering wheel along with the song on the radio. I couldn't help but smile as I looked over at him. He was just so damn handsome with the wind tossing his wavy blonde hair. After just a couple hours on the road we arrived at the B&B. If you can imagine a quaint antique home ...

... nestled in under glowing orange, yellow and red maple trees, you'd be on the right track. It was even prettier than I could have hoped for. When I booked the place I was sure I asked for two rooms, but either I messed up or they did, but for some reason we were down for only one room. The proprietress was kind and made a few calls to see if anyone else had a spare room, but soon it was clear that if we wanted to stay in the heart of foliage country that evening, it was either that room or our car. We settled into the cozy room, which was much larger than expected, and we made ourselves comfortable. The room was more like a small suite, as it had a small sitting area in front of a spacious fireplace. It felt strange to be in such a romantic setting with my own son, but somehow strangely intriguing too. The redeye and long days at Connie's must have taken their toll on us because after checking in we were both felt pretty wiped out. Rather than do anything crazy, we decided to grab some lunch and go for a drive in the mountains. We got a couple recommendations from the folks at the B&B, then were off. Driving the winding mountain roads along a river was everything I'd hoped for. Leif once again did the driving so I was free to look about for all I was worth. We pulled over at a scenic overlook and peered down into a beautiful tree-lined valley. A cool breeze came up so my son moved behind me and took me in his arms to keep me warm. He rested his chin on my right shoulder and I could ...