Mom’s Journal

1-18

Sunday was another typical morning in the house, Robert was working on spreadsheets and emails and I had a massive headache from drinking too much the night before. The painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the couch and watched an old movie. When Michael came down the steps admittedly I was surprised how grown up he was beginning to appear. He was always a nurturer so it didn’t surprise me when he brought me water and curled up behind me on the couch. He always had an instinctive understanding when I needed a considerate moment.

We lay together watching the movie like we had countless other times but this time felt different. He was draped around me differently and his body was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his arms me like a lover and not my son. As I lay there trying to remove these ludicrous thoughts from my head I felt his hand move down from my shoulder and rest on my naked stomach. His hand then started moving in a slow circular motion. I tensed not knowing what to think. I didn’t wanted to make a big deal of it and make his feel uncomfortable for his kind action. He was just being his compassionate self I told myself so I relax into the couch and enjoyed my unexpected stomach massage. As I closed my eyes, I all of the sudden felt his hand brush the side of my breast. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my t-shirt giving him ample access. Was it an accident, did he intend to touch his mother’s breast? My mind raced his hand continued to brush the sides of my breast. What was the most unexpected part however were the shock waves it sent through my pussy. I could feel it begin to pulsate as I anticipated his next touch. My breathing began to increase and my pussy became wet as my son’s hands traced my stomach and incidental touch electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my eyes to see Robert still working in the study oblivious to my current situation much like the last ten years of our marriage.