Layla Solves A Problem For Her Son

- All characters are in legal age -

Layla came out of the bathroom in bathrobe, determined to enjoy the last hour of the evening. After having spent the whole day tidying up the house, and now that her husband and son were in bed, she could finally think only of herself. She went to the kitchen, made herself a herbal tea in the microwave and went to the living room. She lay down on the sofa letting the sponge slide off her large body, revealing a part of her pussy and her left breast. She turned on the TV to zap, even if she knew that there would be nothing really interesting, but she didn't care. She just wanted the comfort of the sofa and the relaxation of the fresh air that came in politely from the window, caressing her damp skin and tickling her clitoris and nipple. She liked it so much that she also freed the other one, along with the leg that remained covered, to be able to enjoy the air. She wasn't afraid of being seen, they were on the third floor and the front window was always closed.

In any case, it would have mattered little to her, since for a very long time now she had no longer been ashamed of her being "abundant". In fact, she knew that many men in the area liked her and many of them would have gladly given her a look. And if she had still been single she would have even let them do it, to feel their glances trying to sneak inside her, but now she had a family and this was no longer possible. She didn't complain in any case, she loved her husband and her son and certain things for her now belonged to the past. She lived all this without any regrets, because as a girl she had definitely not missed anything and in the end she could consider herself very lucky.

However, she had risked not enjoying any of this, since as a young girl she was instead very shy and awkward. She didn't see her erotic potential and lived by inertia. Then one day her grandmother, with a simple sentence, made her start her revolution. She put something in her mind, starting her to wake up and take her away from what could have been a very miserable life.

The clock struck midnight, bringing her back to the present: sleeping time. Sighing, she got up from the couch, turned off the TV, closed the window and headed for bed, taking her herbal tea with her.

She passed by her son's room, expecting to hear his usual soft snoring (with the years it would probably get louder like his father's), and stopped short. Ted wasn't snoring but, in fact, he seemed agitated. Through the open door she could see his thin figure moving under the sheet, clutching it tightly with his fists, and it almost looked like he was... crying? My god, what was he dreaming of that was so terrible? She came in the door and called to him softly.

"Ted?"

No answer, he just kept fidgeting.

"Ted?"

He was mumbling and moving.

Layla didn't know what to do. Sure, it was just a nightmare and nothing more, but she was sad to see him like this. Should she wake him up? No. Neurotic as he was, there was a risk that he would never fall asleep again. And she didn't want to be the cause of his sleepiness the next day.

Then she remembered that, as a child, when he slept badly she could calm him down by caressing his head. She decided to give it a try.

She put the cup on the nightstand and gently placed her hands on his forehead. That relaxed him a little. Then she moved down to his cheeks, still without a beard ("That will come too" thought Layla), and then to his neck. Ted began to breathe more deeply, stretching out better on the bed. Then she moved down to his shoulders and arms, backing up to his chest.

She was ready to put her hands back on his forehead and start over, when she noticed something under the sheet, at the height of his groin.

"Could be...?"

She carefully lifted the sheet and saw that yes, her son's penis was getting hard. She wasn't shocked of it, for a 19-year-old male it was a sign of good health, she just didn't expect it at that moment. She didn't think her as the cause, he was probably dreaming a friend, a porn star or whatever female in his mind at moment.

So she decided to free him of that weight too, he was her son after all, and moved her hands to his pubic area: one for caressing his balls and the other to moving gently along his penis, up and down. She enjoyed it, putting the best attention she can. When she realized that her son was about ejaculate, she drank from the cup to empty and placed it near his glans. She continued to masturbate him till the end, soft and slowly, and Ted came copiously, strong and white spurts, filling the bottom of che cup. She was proud of herself.

"Look how much of it you had inside you," Layla said softly, "no wonder you were so bad."

When she was sure he was completely empty, she grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand (she never asked him why they were there) and wiped his penis. She grabbed another for her hand, then kissed him on the forehead. "Good night, my love."

Ted rolled over like a baby and fell into a deep sleep.

Smiling, she went to the bathroom to throw away the Kleenex and dumped her son's sperm in the sink. Then she filled the cup with water for the night and, finally, made her way to the bed.

She lay down next to her husband, who reflexively put his arm around her and kissed her. "I love you," he said, and went back to sleep.

"I love you, too," Layla replied, rolling over onto his side and falling asleep.

Yes, she considered herself lucky.