The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit me harder than usual, because when we started to dance I lost my balance for a moment and had to lean on my son for support. He lathered up his hands and soaped me all over; everywhere, everything, inside and out, then rinsed me. I am a very religious woman and what bothers me even more than the fact that the incident occurred, is the fact that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of the same. I went and drew a bath. My eyes couldn’t help seeing what a terrific body he had. He reach out and scooped me up like a bride being carried over the threshold. My son dropped his jockey shorts, the only thing he had on, to the floor. But I wasn’t going to let my son fuck me, just share the warmth of spending the night in bed with another, even if it was his mother! The fact is that I enjoyed it while it was happening
