I Love You, Mommy 2 - Sex Stories

I Love You, Mommy 2

... lifted my towel to examine my naked body up close. I imagine he must have touched me, felt my tits, ass, and/or pussy. I'm a sound sl**per and definitely, he could touched me without waking me. Now that I recall, I remember having a dream that I was being examined by a gynecologist. Now that I think about it, I wonder if that was my son touching me, fondling me, and probing me with his fingers, cock, and/or tongue. It wouldn't be the first time that I slept through sex. Still, the thought that my son may have had his way with me with his fingers, cock or tongue, while I slept should have made me ill but, instead, it gave me goose bumps. The thought of him touching me sexually makes me wish I had been awake to reciprocate what little pleasure he may have received from my sl**ping body. I was wrong to have allowed him to give me a massage, just as I was wrong to allow him to see me with just a small towel covering my butt, while exposing the entire side of my breasts to him. Lying face down on the bed, I didn't invite him in the bedroom, until I had the towel positioned across my butt. Truly, I didn't think he could see anything, but maybe he could and maybe he did. Now that I remember, he was always positioning and repositioning my legs. Oh, my God, I'm such a fool. Every time he moved my legs, I must have flashed him and given him a great view of my pussy. Embarrassed to think of that then, I'm excited to think of that now. "Relax Mom. I'm just going to move your legs, so ...

... that I can work your hamstrings." Trying to preserve my modesty, I remember now it was always awkward to turn over and to reposition the towel that was on my butt to cover my pussy and to grab a second towel to cover my breasts without having him see anything. He must have seen more than I thought he did. Although it did feel deliciously erotic when he massaged the top of my breasts and the front of my thighs, he must have had a clear view of my pussy beneath the towel. After he left the room for me to get dressed, I remember getting up from my bed aroused, horny, and frustrated. Wishing he had felt my breasts and fingered my pussy, I always wished his massages were more sexual. Just as he must have felt guilty about having sexual thoughts for his mother; I berated myself for having those same sexual thoughts for my son. Now that I remember him, he was always walking around with an erection and adjusting himself. Much like the professional baseball players, I just thought it was what guys did, always getting erections and always adjusting themselves. I thought he was always staring at me because being his only f****y, I was his world and he just loved me, as a son would normally love his mother. I didn't know he was lusting over me, while peeping and trying to see whatever he could see of me, whenever he could see it. Certainly, even though I entertained the same forbidden thoughts and sexual desires, I never figured, as his Mom, that I was arousing my son. Even though my Mom ...