Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Stephanie lay on her bed, her mind whirling. She felt exhausted with the day’s events and all she could think to herself was that she should just go to sleep. It was night-time, the world was quiet outside, no sound other than the odd car in the distance and her heartbeat in her chest. She still needed to shower for the evening but even getting up to go to her ensuite bathroom seemed like too much of an effort. All that she could do was replay the day’s events her in mind and wonder how things had progressed as they had.

Just sleep, leave today behind. Tomorrow you can start again and erase the day from your mind. Pretend that none of it happened and just go back to normal she told herself.

She wanted to; she was willing it to happen. She pulled the comforter around her fully clothed body and tried to squeeze her eyes closed in the hope that she could force herself to sleep. She stayed like that for a few minutes in the dark room listening to the silence, but it was no use. The memories of the evening flashed through her mind again and again and no matter how much she shifted she was not getting any more comfortable. “I need to get undressed and showered” she told herself, of course she did. She’d always been a creature of habit and her before bed shower had become her nightly ritual for as long as she could remember. At least since her son Andy was old enough to sleep in his own room.

Andy.

Her son.

Again, he flashed into her mind. As her only ...

... son, he was her whole world, so he was never far from her mind but today had changed something, moved something within her. Something inexplicable had been altered and she couldn’t work out if she could ever put it back.

Being a single mother was hard, but she thought she had been doing such a good job. Although he was a somewhat reserved boy around other adults and his peers, he had grown to be a compassionate and sweet teen and he had a small group of friends who she thought were a good influence on him, and she enjoyed the fact that he didn’t seem to be rushing to grow up too quickly. He had recently started going to swimming practice at his school and she could see the buds of confidence that had given him. He was by no means a cocky or obnoxious young man, but he seemed a bit more outgoing and at ease in himself. He was good looking but still boyish teen with sandy brown hair that fell about the deep blue eyes that reminded her so much of his father and that she adored. His father had died when Andy was only five and those first couple of years were a struggle. John had left enough money for them to be comfortable for a while but the grief that it had left her with was immense. She had waded through those first few years in emotional numbness and Andy was the only thing that kept her from giving up at times. He was the light in her life that she kept going for, and his radiance bought hope and joy to her heart in that dark period.

As he grew older their bond never ...