I turned my head watching my son. He took a step back from the bed. He towered over me. He eyed me lying flat on my back on his bed. My robe covering half of my prostrate body. My arms stretched out still in the robe's sleeves. My right breast, which Johnny had been suckling so tenderly, lay exposed. The white cloth of the rope covering half my stomach and abdomen. My pussy was neatly concealed, but my right leg lay bare. The robe belt stretched across my mid-section.
I felt vulnerable, helpless, yet safe. My son's eyes taking in all of me. A hungry, wanton look on his face. His gaze settled on my exposed leg. He seemed to concentrate for a moment on my inner thigh. His focus turned upward to my chest and my breast sagging to my right side out of my robe.
Still looking down at me, he pulled his cum stained t-shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. The afternoon sunlight coming through the window showing every etched curve of his young, muscular, hairless chest and the creases of his abs. His torso looked rock hard. He gave a tug downward on the waistband of his sweatpants and they feel to the floor. He stepped out of them. He stood completely naked. His thick semi-hard cock hung between his thighs. His body clean shaven except for a sparse crop of pubic hair around his dick. His heavy balls hung tucked against his upper thighs. His legs were thin yet toned.
Our eyes met, a knowing look on our faces. Knowing we had been checking each other's bodies out.
Johnny moved to the bed, kneeling next to my waist. He reached down, put his left hand on my back, just below my neck and under my robe. He pulled me upward. With his other hand, he peeled the sleeves of the robe off first one arm and then the other. He slowly lowered me back down on the bed. He flipped the rope that was covering half of me off.
He stood again at the side of the bed, looking down at me now fully exposed. My arms bent upwards with my hands on either side of my head. I was aware my tits were sagging flat against my chest. My legs spread apart. My trimmed pussy, its slit, visible.
"God, mom, you're so beautiful." His soft, tender tone, causing goosebumps to cover me. I took a deep breath, soaking in my son's loving, yet leering stare.
He moved onto the bed, scooted on his left side to cuddle next to me. I could feel the warmth and smooth texture of his skin down the full length of my right side as he pressed against me.
I inhaled his fresh, clean, youthful scent. He moved his right thigh leg, crocked at the knee on to mine. The weight pinning my leg to his bed.
I sighed as the fingers of his left hand combed through my hair. Our eyes met as he lowered his head and softly kissed my lips. His warm breath tasted of mint and weed. His wet, smooth tongue passed my lips and our tongues slowly danced and played together.
My mouth opened and I gasped as his right hand gently lifted and squeezed my left tit with his fingers. Kneading it, fondling it, playing with it. I closed my mouth and sucked on his tongue. I moved my right hand up and placed it on the back of his head, pushing his face and lips into mine.
I could feel his young stallion like cock strengthen and stretch against my thigh. He moved his pelvis slowly, slightly against me. Pushing his growing shaft into my thigh.
He moved his right hand off my tit down past my chest, over my stomach, down to the top of my pubic hair. With one finger he traced the top of the V, then down the left side. When his finger reached near the point of the V, he skipped over to the other side and made his way to the top where he had begun.
I thought gleefully to myself, "God, my dear sweet God, my son is playing with me."
