My son...Leif - Sex Stories

My son...Leif

... feel his whiskers tickling my cheek. The hug was intimate, but felt so right. It just seemed so perfect being in the loving embrace of a handsome man as we stared out at the amazing explosion of colors spread across the valley below us. Leif released me after only 30 seconds or so, but I could have stayed like we were forever. Reluctantly, we moved away from the overlook and got back on the road. We were out most of the day, and my son even indulged me some shopping in an old country store. I was lucky he was so patient, even encouraging of my desires to pour myself into everything that was Vermont. Later we enjoyed a lovely dinner at an inn not far from our B&B. A fire was roaring in a large fireplace as we dined on classic hearty American meals. We arrived back at our room tired but very satisfied. The room was cool, so my son lit a fire in the fireplace before we got ready for bed. Leif said he would sleep on the floor in front of the fire, but I would have none of that. The bed was a king, so I told him there was more than enough room for the both of us. Maybe it was because I was so tired, or maybe the wine I had with dinner, but I felt playful suddenly and said, "Just keep your hands to yourself young man." He just looked back at me with a silly grin and nodded his head. I had not been in such close quarters with a man in so long, I was actually a bit nervous, even though it was my son. I slipped into the bathroom and put my flannel pajamas on, and made myself ready ...

... for bed. I climbed under the covers while Leif took his in the bathroom. I had turned off the lamps, so the light in the room was from the glow of the fire. Leif exited the bathroom and made his way to his side of the bed. As he walked past the light of the fire, I noticed that all he had on was a pair of shorts or boxers. As he moved onto the bed he said, "Sorry mom, but I figured we'd have our own rooms so I didn't bring any sleeping clothes." "It's okay sweetie, not a problem," I replied, but in truth felt a shiver run down my spine. We sat under the covers with our backs against the headboard and chatted for a while. Leif looked so handsome with the light from the flames dancing across his face and torso. I couldn't help but notice how defined his abdomen was and how solid his chest looked. Thankfully the light was low because I felt myself blushing when I stole a glance lower to see if his crotch was exposed and I didn't want him to see me looking so guilty. I was left wondering what he was thinking at that time. Was he grossed out having to share a bed with his 50-something mom, or was he possibly intrigued, maybe even a little titillated? Before long he said, "I'm wiped mom, I'm turning in," and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on my cheek. His action caught me a bit off guard, but also excited me a tad. Even though we were not touching, it felt thrilling to be in bed so close to a handsome man. I listened to his rhythmic snoring and found it amazingly comforting, yet ...