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

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... that had prevented him from realizing it.

“Oh honey, you can rest then baby, don’t mind me. Lay back and rest if you need to. You’re so grown up now, we never do this anymore. But you’re still my little guy.” She said as she gave him a big hug and squeeze from behind as she kissed the back of his head.

As strange as the situation was to him, Andy found his mother’s words incredibly soothing. He had felt tired before but had only now realized exactly how exhausted his body was from his day. As his mother loosened her grip, he felt his back and body automatically relax. The sensation of pressing down on his mother’s body with his full weight went from feeling awkward and inappropriate to comforting and natural to him. Like he was remembering a locked away memory. Even though it like he could feel ever contour of her body as he lay on her it, he suddenly felt silly for thinking that was it was in any way weird, and thoughts of his horniness began to drift away. The comfort of his body resting upon her felt so natural and he allowed himself to wallow in the familiarity of her scent, one that he had known since the first day that he was born. A cloud of sleepiness descended around him, and the world began to feel further away.

“Think… I do need a nap”. He got out as just his eyes began to close.

“It’s ok. You can nap if you need to.”. His mother said to him and stroked the hair away from his face which only flopped back down. He felt like he was about to reply, but ...

... he let the thought pass and began to drift off into a deep sleep.

For Stephanie, things were different.

As soon as her son had laid back onto her, her body had betrayed her. She had encouraged him to fall asleep and now he was she was left with the feeling of him against her. For over ten minutes she was still with him sleeping on her. He lay back completely on her, and she could feel his deep breathing against her breasts and stomach. Her bare legs were against his bare legs all the way up to her inner things and she could feel the top of his butt pressed against her now dripping pussy. Her clitoris tingled and it felt like it was nestled directly in between the top of his two cheeks. She desperately wanted to be closer to him and it took all her willpower not to start grinding herself against his back.

She looked down over his shoulder at his body, his chest and tummy moved steadily up and down with each breath. The elastic waistline of his swimwear pressed firmly into his lower midriff just below his hips. Her eyes moved over him, his smooth stomach, his slim legs, the way his most intimate area was the only thing concealed by the small piece of waterproof fabric that covered him, making a bulge that more than hinted at his nudity underneath.

It was everything in her power not to reach down and pull his them down and expose him. She waited like that for another few minutes, not moving a muscle. Wanting to give him the rest that he seemed to need so much. She ...