Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... moments before now just felt damp and sticky and Andy’s weight was pressing it down into her. She wanted to get out from under him and go and take a shower. She wanted to wash away all the memories of what she had done and then sleep for a long time. God, she wanted to sleep. Like her son before, the thought hit her like a ton of bricks. She was incredibly tired, and the realization struck her that if she were asleep when Andy woke up that it would give him the opportunity to leave without it being awkward or embarrassing for him.

She allowed the feeling to wash over her. The TV droned on in the background, but it felt far away and muted, as if she were hearing it through a window. The weight of Andy’s was overly warm on her, but it was also comforting having him on her like this. She matched her breath to his so that they were in unison and the feeling it produced was almost hypnotic. Up and down, they went together, his bare back against her. Up and down. A yawn came over her and she reached her hand up to stifle it, bringing it to her face. A strange smell hit her as she did so, and she immediately realized what it was. It was the smell of her own sons' genitals, of his precum and his sweat. She breathed it in, endorphins filling her head. The sweet and salty aroma of his most intimate place. She had not smelt that smell in years, but it was instantly familiar to her. It was a man's scent, but it wasn’t too strong or off putting. It smelt fresh and it still smelt like ...

... her son somehow. Without thinking she licked her hand, tasting the salty musk and imaging licking it from its source. It tasted beautiful to her, like his was the purest essence of what a growing adolescent male should taste like.

God, she thought, I’m still not satisfied.

She fought off the urge to go any further, she was exhausted. And she let herself drift off as they continued to breathe together in unison. Up and down, totally in-sync.

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Not long after that Andy stirred. He was groggy and his head felt heavy. He first became aware of the sound of the television, and it took him a minute to comprehend where he was and what was going on. He was still lying on his mother, although he had shifted his position in his sleep, and he now lay on his side with half his face pressed into her bosom. He felt her hands draped softly over him and heard her heavy breathing, realizing she must be asleep as well.

Thank God, he thought to himself. He could feel the tension of his erection, stuck against him, and pressed into his mother’s thigh as his leg was crossed over hers. He needed to pee, so it was not going away he knew. He needed to get out of there without waking her up. He lay still thinking. Memories of his dreams swirled around in his head in his half-asleep state, sexual images and feelings that swirled as he slept and that felt good to hold onto as he woke. Images of flesh and feelings of being enveloped flashed in his mind. His cock ached as it strained in ...