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

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... wanted desperately to see him, and the thought crossed her mind that it’d be alright if she did. Afterall, she made him, why shouldn’t she see him naked? There was a time that they used to bathe together, and his body kept no surprises from her at all. She’d wash him and they’d play and chat together and she now yearned for that again, regardless of how inappropriate it would now seem. She wanted to see him completely, to know how he’d grown since then. How he’d changed. All it would take would be for her to reach down and pull the little garment down.

But she couldn’t, she knew that she couldn’t betray his trust like that. Her sleeping little man. He was sleeping so deeply and innocently on her. She felt his weight slightly shift with each breath. Instead, she placed her hands gently on his belly, interlocking her fingers. She just wanted to hold him she told herself. She could see her hands were inches from his crotch, but she refrained. She watched her hands rise and fall as he breathed, and she began to allow herself to lightly caress him across his stomach.

He made a light moaning sound and she stopped suddenly but, listening and watching for more signs that he may be waking. But none came, instead his head fell slightly back, and she could see that his jaw was hanging slightly open, and he was breathing partially through his mouth. Emboldened, she began slightly tickling his belly again, drawing faint circles just below his navel. She wasn’t sure why she was so ...

... intent on doing this, but it kept her hands busy and the feeling coming from her vagina wasn’t allowing her to stop her need for physical touch with him. Instead, she began to gently rock herself upwards, ever so gently as to not wake him but just enough so create constant friction against her clitoris.

She continued this for several minutes letting the sensation slowly build. She didn’t know how long it would take her, but she knew what she had to do. She moved her hands to his hips with her fingers just above his waistline, she needed to hold him carefully steady to allow the motion to get her over the line.

The pretense was gone for her, and she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she found herself not able to articulate any thoughts beyond need to release and needing him on her. Ever so gently, up, and down she rubbed herself against him as she held him still by his hips and she slowly, slowly felt her orgasm approach. She looked down at his body and began to envision him naked on her. She imagined his bare body against hers as she cradled him just like the day he was born.

She needed it so badly at that moment. She was dripping through her thin shorts she knew. She could feel the heat and stickiness against him and knew that his lower back must be getting wet with her juices. But she couldn’t’ stop. Her mouth began to hang ajar as she got nearer. Up and down, she moved as her grinding becoming slightly more forceful. She was so nearly there. Her eyes closed ...