A new Family Dynamic Ch. 1-3

Chapter 1

My name is Daphne. I am 41 and have kept myself in pretty good shape by eating right and keeping fit, despite having two kids. Kids! They’re not kids anymore, actually. Brian is 19 and Stephanie is just about to turn 17. Unfortunately, my husband died from a sudden heart attack a few months ago. We’d been married 20 years. Jeff was out for a regular five mile run one morning when he apparently had a massive coronary about a mile and half into his run. According to the doctors, he was probably dead before he hit the ground. Jeff was always a good provider and he was even in death. He had a large private insurance policy, another policy through his work, and he had even taken out mortgage insurance. So, the house is paid off and we have plenty of money in the bank not only to live on, but to provide the kids whatever kind of college education they want. In addition, I make darn good money myself as a real estate agent.

But money isn’t everything. I miss Jeff so much. We had a great life going and the passion and sex had never tapered off like many couples experience. So now I’m a 41-year-old widow with two teenagers and horny as hell. I can’t bring myself to start dating yet. I don’t even know how to go about it these days anyway. I am not on social media and I don’t want to go onto dating sites. That’s too impersonal and risky if you ask me.

I had been brooding over these issues for a few weeks now and I finally made a decision. A decision which could change our family quite a bit. I guess before I go on, you probably want the 411 on my looks. I’m 5’6” with brunette hair just past my shoulders with some natural auburn highlights. I’m not gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination, but I know I’m considered to be attractive. Jeff always told me how beautiful I was, but he was my husband and had to say such things. I wear a 32B bra, when I wear one, which isn’t very often. My tits are still nice and firm and perky so they don’t really need support and I’ve never obsessed over my nipples making tents in my clothes. My male clients never seem to mind either. My stomach is fairly flat. Well, as flat as I’ve been able to get it after having Stephanie. The second kid is always the body destroyer. I had to work way harder getting back into shape after having her than I did from having Brian. My legs may be my best feature. I have to admit that I lucked out in the leg department. They have always been the right combination of slender but muscular making for very shapely thighs tapering down to delicate ankles and relatively small feet. My weekly sessions of Pilates and yoga have certainly helped. Even I have to admit that I’m probably an 8 or 8.5 on a scale of 10.

Anyway, Stephanie was on a sleepover at her BFF’s house one night and Brian, surprisingly, didn’t have a date so he was home with me. Stephanie and her best friend, Beth, sleep over at either our house or hers pretty much every week. Those two have been best friends and thick as thieves for years now.

I made dinner for us and then after washing up the dishes I sat Brian down for a little talk. I was kind of nervous to say what I wanted to say. I had rehearsed it in my mind over and over for weeks now but it was a very difficult subject matter for me to bring up. “Brian,” I said, “first I want to say how much I appreciate how much you have stepped up to the plate here at home since your dad died. I don’t think I could have gotten through it and to this point without you. You’ve grown up so much in these last couple of years into a very handsome and mature young man.”

“Mom,” Brian interrupted, “I appreciate you saying that, but I get the feeling that you are beating around the bush instead of saying what’s on your mind. I’ve seen how you’re been lately and it seems that something has been weighing on your mind. We’ve always been able to speak freely in this house, so just tell me what you really want to talk about.”

“See,” I responded, “that’s just what I’m saying. You’re mature beyond your years and you’re spot on. I do have something to say and I’m kind of nervous to say it because I don’t know how you’ll react. But here goes. Just like you and Steph, I miss your dad terribly. I get through the days by working and then coming home to you two and making dinner being with you guys. But when I go to bed and lay in that big bed all alone at night, I feel so lonely and sad. I’ve been having a great deal of trouble sleeping and I want to ask you for some help. It’s kind of a big ask, though, so don’t hesitate to say ‘no’ if it’s too much for you.”

“Geez, mom, spit it out already,” Brian moaned. He was always impatient just like his dad. Both of them always wanted to get right to the point.

“Okay, okay. Well, I was wondering if you would consider sleeping with me in my bed sometimes. It wouldn’t have to be every night, but just whenever you wanted to. Just to have a warm body that I can snuggle up to and hear your breathing in your sleep would be very comforting to me and I think it would help me to sleep.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound like too much of an imposition to me,” Brian said. “I mean, it might be kind of weird at first, but I think I could handle it. Especially if it’s going to help you feel better and get some rest.”

“There is one thing though, that might make it really weird for you,” I told Brian. “You see, I sleep in the nude. I have for as long as I can remember and I don’t want to stop now. I just get too hot and sweaty if I wear anything. So, does that sufficiently weird you out or gross you out,” I asked?

“Gross me out? Are you kidding,” Brian exclaimed? “It would definitely be weird and, frankly, exciting, but definitely not gross. You’re a beautiful woman, mom. Hell, I think more of my friends come over to see and perv on you than to see me. But the problem for me would be that it would be rather too exciting, if you catch my drift.”

“I assume you’re talking about getting erections being next to my naked body. Frankly, I’d probably be upset if you didn’t get hard. But there’s no reason to be embarrassed by that. I quite like the feel of a man’s body against mine and especially when he’s hard. I definitely would not want you to try to pull away from me because you’re hard. And I don’t want you to think that I’m a cock tease, either. In fact, if we are going to do this, you will have my permission to touch me wherever you want and however you want. And I’ll be happy to provide relief to you to take care of those erections.”

Brian’s mouth was now hanging open and he was having trouble forming words. “Are you, are you saying that we can have sex? That you’ll give me hand jobs or blow jobs if I want,” Brian asked?

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Brian,” I responded. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t give a shit about it being incest. I don’t think there is any reason that two people who love each other shouldn’t be able to express that love physically as long as it’s consensual. But I need you to understand that I’m not saying that we should or need to have sexual contact to make this work. I’m perfectly fine with just sleeping together. I just need you nearby. I’m saying that if you want to take it further, that I would have no problem with that and I’m pretty sure we would both enjoy it. But if we go down that path, it’s a big step and a big change to our relationship. I’ll always be your mother, but in the bedroom, at least, we would now be more than that. We’d be lovers. I also want to make clear, that it wouldn’t mean an exclusive relationship. I would still want you to date and hopefully find girlfriends your age that you can have an enjoyable sex life with. And should I find someone I want to fuck, I’ll be able to do that as well. God, I don’t know if this is the right thing to do or not.”

“Mom, you know I love you and I know you love me. In fact, I’m sure that no woman will ever love me as much as you do. How could they? As long as we’re being totally open and honest here, I have to confess that I have masturbated thinking about you and how beautiful and hot you are many times. What you are proposing would actually be a dream come true for me. It wouldn’t be that weird, it would be awesome. I would very much like to sleep with you. It would have actually been very difficult for me to do this for you if you didn’t allow me to touch you. It would have driven me crazy to be that near your naked body and not be able to touch you.