A New Life - Sex Stories

A New Life

... presenting itself for me to see or even fantasize about it. Not knowing what else to do, I reached my arms out, offering comfort to my son. He took the invitation and crawled up next to me, wrapping one arm around my waist. Using my left arm, I placed it around his neck, as I began caressing his hair.

My son's grip got a little tighter as he inched me closer to him. He let his had rest just below my right breast. My mind raced for what to say to him. Should I pry a little more to find out if Amanda had told him about me? No matter how I thought to ask, my voice remained silent. I decided to just let it go and live in the moment. I had been ages since I held my baby in my arms.

"It'll be okay, baby." I said, offering a comforting settlement. "Mommy will take care of you." What the fuck was I thinking, saying, Mommy?

"I know," my son said. "Thank you, Mommy." He added, adding a bit of excitement to my morning. Braxton slightly turned, planting his crotch against my bare thigh.

I looked down, witnessing my right nipple getting hard again. What the fuck was wrong with me? I could feel my son's semi-erection pressed against me. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore it. But then he thumped his dick against my leg. I pulled my leg slightly away from him, but Braxton inched closer to me once again.

He eased his hand up and under the sheet to rest just under my breast, almost as if he was holding it in place. I glared down at his bare chest and stomach, imagining ...

... running my fingertips across his chiseled abs. Instead, I used my right hand to trace the muscles in his arm. My son slid his hand a little higher, cupping the bottom of the breast.

I'll admit, it did feel nice to have someone touching me. It had been so long since anyone, especially a man snuggled his warm body next to mine. At that point, I sort of wished he would just grab my tit and squeeze. I always did like it a little rough, but my ex-husband was never into it. I thought how I could present myself to Braxton, so he knew it would be okay to touch me a little more. I knew I was allowing my intrusive thoughts to win when I placed my hand on top of his. He didn't pull away, so I pulled his hand a little higher, squeezing my hand around his.

"Mmm," I sighed, as my son rolled my nipple between his fingers. I felt his cock hardened against my leg. I couldn't believe I was not only allowing but encouraging my son to fondle me. I didn't know where it was going or how far I would go with my son, but I was living for the moment.

Braxton slid open my lingerie shirt, resting his clean-shaven face on my other breast. He slightly nudged, nodding his head, against me. I guided my son's hand down my stomach to rest on the lace of my panties. I closed my eyes, wishing for my son to ravage my yearning body. He allowed his fingertips to dance just above my landing strip. He began massaging the small patch of hair slowly, moving a little lower with each swirl of his finger. I spread ...