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

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... had just completely misread the whole situation and she was making a big deal in her head for nothing.

No, she wished it was true but knew deep down that it wasn’t. He was likely embarrassed and confused and she wanted to take that feeling away from him. She wanted so badly to tell him that it was all okay and that it was just the way that a growing boy’s body reacts to certain situations, but she knew that she shouldn’t. This was a private experience for him that he would need to process and doing that would give the game away.

She sat half thinking – half watching the crappy reality show that she had on as background noise. Contemplating when she should go up and check on him.

“Hey mom”.

She looked up to see Andy standing in the doorway. He must have padded downstairs without her hearing him. He was wearing his navy-blue bathrobe that she bought him a few years earlier. He didn’t wear it much anymore and he was getting far too big for it now, she realized. It barely went past his knees.

Has he grown that much? She thought to herself, she still thought of him as her baby in so many ways she realized.

He stepped into the room sheepishly and she realized that he wasn’t wearing much underneath.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling? Did you nap again?” she said with a concerned but forced smile. The wine had left her feeling slightly more composed and she wanted to give him an out by letting him know that she bought his story.

“Er yeah, I did.” he said, ...

... seeming slightly unsure of himself. She thought she saw a flash of strained embarrassment wash over his face for a moment.

“I tried what you bought for me on” he continued. “I’m really not sure mom. I don’t know if I can wear these. I think they’re a bit tight maybe”. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

She felt for him in that moment, her heart sank. She knew that he didn’t feel the most comfortable in his body, but he was handsome young man she knew. His thick light brown hair and that fell about his eyes in waves, the slight dimples in his cheeks and his friendly smile. He was growing into such a good-looking man, and she wished that he saw himself the way she saw him.

“Let me see baby, I’ll take them back if you really don’t like them. I promise.”

He hesitated for a moment but then reluctantly he let the small bathrobe slide from his shoulders and make heap on the floor at his feet. Stephanie let her eyes travel over his son and once again she felt her heart race and the heat of lust begin to radiate from within. She realized that she hadn’t seen him in a state of undress since he began his swimming practice. The only real exercise that he had ever really done other than soccer when he was younger. He stood there in his bright swimming briefs, looking shy and pleading. She felt for him, she wanted to reassure him, but the words were stuck in her throat and the mixture of shame and lust had stopped her mind from working properly. It was all she could do not to ...