Sorry I’ve been away, everyone. I’ve been unexpectedly busy the past few days. But I absolutely HAD to get on and tell you the latest developments.
Friday night we had some wonderful Italian food for dinner, and I decided it would be nice to have a little wine with it. And then I decided it would be nice to have a little more wine after dinner. And that would have been a great place to stop. Two very full glasses of wine after that, I was feeling so wonderfully and pleasantly drunk that I curled up on the couch with my son to watch our Friday night TV… and passed right out and missed the whole thing.
But it’s what I woke up to that you’re going to find more interesting. Certainly I found it rather interesting! Because it was my son’s hand fondling my breast and rubbing my hard nipple through my t-shirt. (No, I wasn’t wearing a bra.) I must have made a noise or stirred a little or something, because his hand immediately pulled away. I tried to lay still for a moment to see if it would return, but it didn’t, and my bladder was starting to scream. So I sat up on the couch, but before I stood up, I leaned over and kissed him. And I don’t mean a quick peck or even the slightly prolonged ones we’ve been sharing for a while now; it was deep, long, and open-mouthed. When I finally pulled back, I gave him a wink that I hope let him know that I knew what he’d been doing, and that I approved.
But then I really needed to get up and rush the restroom. Then I texted my husband to let him know I was drunk and horny, and that he should come fuck me before I passed out again. Which he did. And then I did. But I was still worked up Saturday morning, and woke him up to fuck me again.
So things are quiet and back to the usual again, until my son came home from school on Monday afternoon. I had started to pull back following our customary kiss, but he leaned in and kissed me again, for a surprisingly long time. And it happened again when going to bed, and then again after school yesterday as well.
Now, I know everyone is going to start saying that he’s made it obvious, and I should just strip naked and bend over for him. And trust me, that sounds amazing. However, while at this point I think it’s fairly certain to happen, I’m going to give this new development a little time to make sure he remains comfortable with it, before pushing it farther. I don’t know how long I’ll give it, and maybe he’ll take the next step on his own too, but I’m forcing myself to be patient and leave time for adjustment to make this thing go right.
Even if I am soaking my panties just about every time I see him!
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