Go see what Timmy's up to.
From Create Your Own Story
You slip up the stairs, suppressing a naughty smile. Hubby's a dear man, really, but nowadays TV and fishing trips mean more to him than candlelight and Bedroom Bossanova. Maybe tonight's the night to start living your new fantasies. If he knew...well, he'd have no one to blame but himself!
You see the light in Jacob’s room at the top of the stairs is off, and you glide past, not wanting to wake him up. Once upstairs you head to the end of the hallway with Timmy’s room on your left and the master bedroom on the right. From outside the door you can hear your young son playing a video game, something violent with a lot of shooting. You look down at your blouse and grab a hold of the sides, buttoning one of the buttons, your nipples now concealed but a large scope of cleavage still exposed. You are about to continue with closing the blouse when your hands stop moving as you look up at the door. Knowing your son is in there, the one who has been going to great lengths to see mommy’s tits sends a tingle down your spine. You opt to leave the garment open for the most part and just walk right in.
Timmy immediately looks up from his game with out pausing it to greet you warmly. He is sitting on his bed, leaned against the wall in nothing but a pair of sleeping shorts. The sight of his hairless, smooth chest and slim body, accenting a rather impressive lump between his legs makes your pussy ache. He smiles warmly at you as he speaks. ”Hi mom, what’s up?”
You trip over to where Timmy's forgotten his game, and his character's shot to death. GAME OVER, says the screen. Game just beginning, says you...
"Mommy loves you," you say, "And mommy wants a hug goodnight." You extend your arms out towards your youngest. Timmy is on his feet without hesitation, walking towards you on the bed and tossing his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly, his small body pressed right against yours. You take a deep breath in while wrap your son deep with in your embrace. “Mmmm, Mommy loves you so much,” you whisper before planting several kisses on his cheek, shoulder and neck, as Timmy is a bit taller then you when standing on the bed.
“I love you more then anything mom.” He assures you, hugging you a little tighter now, rubbing your back with his small hand. You close your eyes tightly, enjoying the feel of his body against yours, fully aware that your blouse is for the most part open and your naked flesh is pressed against his. Timmy being pressed so close to you is really starting to wear out your restraint. You:
