Although fresh and innocent in appearance, little did anybody know I was very perverted underneath. Mom, I noticed, had purchased a Chicago White Sox T-shirt that was many times bigger than her own size. Sex We were so close I could taste her breath. Okay? A gasp escaped me the moment her hand touched my dick. “Mom you can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah I’ll be fine,” I tried to act like I liked the floor. Once we removed it, we paused and regarded each other for a moment, weighing the gravity of the situation. I thrust my hips hard against my mother and could feel my cock slip just barely into her hole through the thin layer of fabric. I awoke to find that we were spooning. “Good night,” she said and leaned over to give me a kiss on the forehead. A friendly ticket agent told my mother that it seemed unlikely for any plane to take off that day. I was just… From somewhere within me sprung the words:
“I want you.”
“I know.” She transfered the hand on my cheek. I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore, my body seemed to be running on auto-pilot.
