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

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... she could feel, the sight and proximity of his body having a profound effect on hers. They both watched TV for a while, the night growing darker and quieter outside. Stephanie tried to pay attention to what they were watching but she couldn’t help but steal glances at him as she sipped her wine.

After a while she could sense Andy becoming tired, he was yawning and whatever show they were watching had finished. She was tired too, and slightly intoxicated but she did not want him to go to retire to his room just yet. She didn’t know if she would ever have another chance like this to spend this much time in his company in such a manner, she had loved the intimacy his near nakedness had bought. She didn’t want it to end. She was proud of him for relaxing and getting on with it but what she craved right now was his touch.

Andy yawned again, this time demonstrably with his arms stretched out above his head. She knew she had to act if she wanted to keep him there.

“Andy, why don’t you come a sit back here with me?” She blurted out. Again, the impulses just kept coming, helped by the wine she knew.

He looked over, fuzzy with tiredness and confused by what she meant. It was early for him, but he had been considering just going to bed to dose off in front of his laptop screen.

Stephanie lay down on the couch and parted her legs slightly, looking at him she raised her knees and parted her legs. She patted the sofa in the space between her legs, beckoning him. Her eyes ...

... and smile full of love.

He knew what this meant. They used to sit like that all the time when he was a kid, he remembered. Between her legs he’d lean his back against her. Pretty much every night they watched television together and chatted until he invariably fell asleep in her embrace. When had they stopped doing that he wandered? It felt so long ago now, like they were almost different people. It felt out of the blue that she had asked him, and he felt slightly put on the spot. It was a strange request he thought, and although he had almost forgotten what he was wearing as the evening had progressed the idea of lying on top of his mother had made him aware all over again of his state. He looked at her and was about to put up some form of resistance as to why he should just go to bed but seeing the pleading in eyes he thought better of making it awkward. He didn’t want to make what was obviously an innocent request into a weird situation. He delayed for a second, unsure of how to proceed, before crawling closer to her and turning around and leaning back.

Stephanie opened her legs further to accommodate him, she felt her heart begin to beat rapidly once again in her chest. As he lay backwards his, lithe, exposed back came into contact with her breasts though her top and sent shivers of electricity though her. He began to fidget a bit to get comfortable, seeming not to do with himself with his mother's breasts pressed firmly against him. She knew that she needed to settle ...