Karen Helping Her Son Back To Bed

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As always in the early mornings, Karen Thompson was already up, sitting by the table in the kitchen, drinking coffee whilst reading the headlines in the newspaper, not having time for anything else as she was never late for work – being an secretary for one of the bigger companies in the city – and wasn’t planning on arriving late this Monday either. She was already dressed, of course, and due to her work she was now wearing a white blouse and a gray, short skirt. Beneath all that she was also wearing a red bra, pushing her average sized but well rounded breasts up nicely, as well as a matching thong, not at all covering her amazing looking behind. Perhaps it would have been more comfortable with just wearing a pair of plain old white cotton panties, having to wear them all day, but Karen enjoyed the feeling of being sexy, and she really did like all the attention she always got while at work, sometimes bending over to grab something really “important” from the lowest place in filing cabinet next to her desk (something she did quite often, even if she didn’t really need anything from there), showing some of her male colleagues her almost completely naked ass.

Turning to the last page in her newspaper, preparing to go get the car keys in the hallway and finally leave for work, having taken a small glimpse at her watch, Karen suddenly thought she heard someone sneaking down the stairs. She hold her breath for a while, trying to figure out who it was. If it wasn’t a burglar, which she very much doubted, it could only be either her husband, George, or her son, Brian.

After listening to the steps for a while, she soon came to the conclusion it must be Brian, only he could be that light-footed.

And she was right. Wearing nothing but his underwear (having claimed he was a “big” boy now, not wanting the pajamas anymore – though Karen had saved all of them in case he changed his mind!) he stepped into the kitchen, his naked little feet barley making any sound on the chess patterned floor.

“You’re up early!” Karen whispered, reaching out with her right arm, showing him she wanted him to come sit up in her lap. He must be feeling cold, she thought, considering he was almost naked, walking around in their big house, and especially after walking on that cold kitchen floor. She was a bit surprised to see him up. Despite his young age, he seldom got up before 7:30. “What are you doing up?”

Now sitting in her lap, snuggling with her for a moment, making himself comfortable as his mother also held him tight, he said: “I just can’t sleep mommy.”

“Well”, she said, “but it’s way to early for you to be up right now, your daddy needs to sleep for at least two more hours. He got home from work just a couple of hours ago. If he don’t get his sleep, he’ll be really tired when helping you to get ready for school later. And now mommy needs to go to work…