After my shower that night, I made sure I put on underpants beneath my shorts, and I wore a shirt to bed. Mom's hair was still slightly damp following her shower, and I took a long, deep whiff of her freshly-shampooed hair as she snuggled back against me.
"You smell great, Mom," I murmured, wrapping my arm around her again.
"Thanks," she replied, turning to give me another soft smooch.
When she turned like that, I felt the underside of her breasts press against my arm. It reminded me just how big they were, and that she wasn't wearing a bra. She sighed happily and turned her head away from me, and her left hand settled on my forearm and lightly rubbed it.
"Sweet dreams," she whispered.
"Sweet dreams," I replied.
I lay there awake for a while, listening to her soft breathing. Twice I
