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

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 1

... dwindled, their relationship was as good as any mother could hope for from her son. Even as he entered his teenage years, they would often spend weekends together going to parks, watching movies and shopping. He was open with her and she with him and they supported each other and talked about their days together when he got home from school. She hadn’t dated much at all, but he had always encouraged her to if that’s what she wanted. He was such a supportive and caring teen.

God, she thought to herself. Am I such a terrible mother?

She forced herself up in an attempt to clear the thoughts from her mind. Pausing momentarily as she sat on the edge of her bed to listen for any sounds to indicate that Andy was still awake from within the house, but she was met with stillness. She rose and began undressing, removing her top and trousers, deliberately folding them and placing them on the back of the chair before taking off her bra. The act felt particularly liberating today, her breasts were much more sensitive than usual, they had ached in a way that she hadn’t felt since she was nursing Andy all those years ago. She placed a hand under each and gently massaged them, trying to soothe their near constant throb. As she did, she couldn’t’ help but look at herself in her mirror and examine her body. It was not an impulse that she had had in a while, she realized. She went to yoga twice a week, but she did that out of habit and for how good it felt – she rarely gave any actual ...

... thought to how she looked anymore, and the realization saddened her.

Whilst still holding her breasts she examined herself. The inevitable signs of aging were there to see; her breasts were slightly less perky than they once were and the veins around her nipples showed a bit more prominently. She now held a small bit of fat around her stomach and butt that hadn’t been there previously, but all in all she thought that she held up well for someone her age. Not that forty-two was old by any means, it was just that when she let herself think about it, she had seen so many of her friends decline rapidly once the routine of family and work life set in and she was happy that – so far at least – she thought she could still be confident enough to wear a figure-hugging dress out if she wanted too. There was vanity in this line of thinking, she knew - but she allowed herself this rare confidence boost as she turned to look at her behind from over her shoulder in the mirror.

Happy with herself she turned back around and that was when she was again reminded of the happenings of the day. She had just hooked her thumbs into her panties and was about to remove them when she noticed the wet patch that covered the whole of their underside. No wonder she was so uncomfortable, she thought. Ashamed of herself she slid them down her thighs. The crotch was saturated in her clear and frothy juices and as she pulled them, they almost stuck to her lightly trimmed pubic hair that had become matted ...