When Chris woke on Saturday morning, he thought for a moment that it had all been some erotic dream. But as his senses returned, he realised that a warm arm was laid across his chest and a warm body was tight against him. He turned his head slowly and looked at his sleeping mother's lovely face, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her slightly parted pink lips were a little puffy. It was no dream they had f****d each other to a standstill and enjoyed every moment of it.
Chris had a lot to think about, his mother had made his wildest dreams come true last night, and they had changed their relationship forever. They were lovers now, in an illicit union that society generally would not just frown upon but would find was cause to outlaw them. They would have to be careful.
Fortunately, they
