My son...Leif - Sex Stories

My son...Leif

... was oddly nervous beside the boy I'd raised myself, but did my best to hide it. We chatted for about an hour regarding our plans for the upcoming days, before we decided to get up for breakfast. Since we'd talked so long, it was too late to shower and still make breakfast, so I dressed casually and stole Leif's baseball cap to hide my untidy locks, and then we headed downstairs together. Breakfast was hearty and just what we needed. Leif enjoyed a giant stack of pancakes, while I opted for a diet plate of fresh fruit, yogurt and homemade granola. He offered me a bit of his breakfast, but when I declined, he said, "Come on mom, you can't come all this was and not have any Vermont maple syrup." I smiled back and gave in and soon was biting a syrup-covered bite of pancake from his fork. I felt my cheeks grow a bit warm as I chewed, realizing how intimate it must have looked to the other diners in the room. It was so romantic and reminded me of something his father had once done years before. Given what I had done the evening before, I found it hard to look directly into his eyes. Leif didn't seem to notice as he sat sipping a cup of coffee and reviewing a map of the area. After speaking with an older couple seated next to us, we excused ourselves and headed back to the room. Leif was a gentleman as expected and let me shower first. After undressing, I looked at myself in the mirror. For a 52 year old woman I thought I looked pretty darn good and was pleased with what I saw. I ...

... may have been carrying a few extra pounds, but my skin was still smooth and my breasts remarkably firm. I smiled into my reflection and then turned towards the tub. After showering, we both dressed in layers, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. I loved my son's choice in clothes which seemed so perfect for our setting. He wore a pair of brown Carhartt jeans, which accentuated his firm bottom, along with a flannel shirt and a pair of hiking boots. He looked comfortably casual, but in a rugged, manly way. Leif was in great shape and had always been quite the outdoorsman. When he suggested taking a hike I had my misgivings, but didn't want to disappoint him so I agreed. I owned a gym membership, but rarely found the time to go of late, so I was worried that I'd be unable to keep up. We set out on a foliage trail that was billed as, "Moderate," but soon became a bit much for me as we kept climbing upwards. Leif was wonderful as I'd come to expect, walking slow and continuously checking on me as we went. As much as I wanted to turn around and head back to the car, my son kept me moving forward and before long I was simply thrilled I had done so. After a couple hours hiking, the trail came to an end atop a huge granite outcrop with panoramic views down of the little town where our B&B was located. You could see small houses here and there tucked under large colorful trees. A large white church steeple spiked upwards in the middle of town, which looked like it floated in ...