"Mom, I am starting to sweat in this bathrobe," Michael said toward the end of the movie, "Is it alright with you if I take it off?"
"Sure," she said. She leaned back to give him room, and he untied the robe and removed it. He folded it neatly in his lap atop the covers, and then he set it on the nightstand. She had to admire his muscular back as he leaned away from her. He held his arm out to her and she wiggled back into his body. Her head felt right at home lying on his chest like that.
Michael looked down at her face. She wasn't even watching the movie anymore, he realized. Her eyes had closed and she had a soft smile on her face. He could feel the heat radiating from her p***y as it pressed against his thigh. She had not realized he was now naked in her bed.
It was late. Michael de
