A recent widow is having trouble sleeping and asks her son to sleep with her
My name is Daphne. I am 41 and have kept myself in pretty good shape by eating right and keeping fit, despite having two kids. Kids! They’re not kids anymore, actually. Brian is 19 and Stephanie is just about to turn 17. Unfortunately, my husband died from a sudden heart attack a few months ago. We’d been married 20 years. Jeff was out for a regular five mile run one morning when he apparently had a massive coronary about a mile and half into his run. According to the doctors, he was probably dead before he hit the ground. Jeff was always a good provider and he was even in death. He had a large private insurance policy, another policy through his work, and he had even taken out mortgage insurance. So, the house is paid off and we have plenty of money in the bank not only to live on, but to provide the kids whatever kind of college education they want. In addition, I make darn good money myself as a real estate agent.
But money isn’t everything. I miss Jeff so much. We had a great life going and the passion and sex had never tapered off like many couples experience. So now I’m a 41-year-old widow with two teenagers and horny as hell. I can’t bring myself to start dating yet. I don’t even know how to go about it these days anyway. I am not on social media and I don’t want to go onto dating sites. That’s too impersonal and risky if you ask me.
I had been brooding over these issues for a few weeks now and I finally made a decision. A decision which could change our family quite a bit. I guess before I go on, you probably want the 411 on my looks. I’m 5’6” with brunette hair just past my shoulders with some natural auburn highlights. I’m not gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination, but I know I’m considered to be attractive. Jeff always told me how beautiful I was, but he was my husband and had to say such things. I wear a 32B bra, when I wear one, which isn’t very often. My tits are still nice and firm and perky so they don’t really need support and I’ve never obsessed over my nipples making tents in my clothes. My male clients never seem to mind either. My stomach is fairly flat. Well, as flat as I’ve been able to get it after having Stephanie. The second kid is always the body destroyer. I had to work way harder getting back into shape after having her than I did from having Brian. My legs may be my best feature. I have to admit that I lucked out in the leg department. They have always been the right combination of slender but muscular making for very shapely thighs tapering down to delicate ankles and relatively small feet. My weekly sessions of Pilates and yoga have certainly helped. Even I have to admit that I’m probably an 8 or 8.5 on a scale of 10.
Anyway, Stephanie was on a sleepover at her BFF’s house one night and Brian, surprisingly, didn’t have a date so he was home with me. Stephanie and her best friend, Beth, sleep over at either our house or hers pretty much every week. Those two have been best friends and thick as thieves for years now.
I made dinner for us and then after washing up the dishes I sat Brian down for a little talk. I was kind of nervous to say what I wanted to say. I had rehearsed it in my mind over and over for weeks now but it was a very difficult subject matter for me to bring up. “Brian,” I said, “first I want to say how much I appreciate how much you have stepped up to the plate here at home since your dad died. I don’t think I could have gotten through it and to this point without you. You’ve grown up so much in these last couple of years into a very handsome and mature young man.”
“Mom,” Brian interrupted, “I appreciate you saying that, but I get the feeling that you are beating around the bush instead of saying what’s on your mind. I’ve seen how you’re been lately and it seems that something has been weighing on your mind. We’ve always been able to speak freely in this house, so just tell me what you really want to talk about.”
“See,” I responded, “that’s just what I’m saying. You’re mature beyond your years and you’re spot on. I do have something to say and I’m kind of nervous to say it because I don’t know how you’ll react. But here goes. Just like you and Steph, I miss your dad terribly. I get through the days by working and then coming home to you two and making dinner being with you guys. But when I go to bed and lay in that big bed all alone at night, I feel so lonely and sad. I’ve been having a great deal of trouble sleeping and I want to ask you for some help. It’s kind of a big ask, though, so don’t hesitate to say ‘no’ if it’s too much for you.”
“Geez, mom, spit it out already,” Brian moaned. He was always impatient just like his dad. Both of them always wanted to get right to the point.
“Okay, okay. Well, I was wondering if you would consider sleeping with me in my bed sometimes. It wouldn’t have to be every night, but just whenever you wanted to. Just to have a warm body that I can snuggle up to and hear your breathing in your sleep would be very comforting to me and I think it would help me to sleep.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound like too much of an imposition to me,” Brian said. “I mean, it might be kind of weird at first, but I think I could handle it. Especially if it’s going to help you feel better and get some rest.”
“There is one thing though, that might make it really weird for you,” I told Brian. “You see, I sleep in the nude. I have for as long as I can remember and I don’t want to stop now. I just get too hot and sweaty if I wear anything. So, does that sufficiently weird you out or gross you out,” I asked?
“Gross me out? Are you kidding,” Brian exclaimed? “It would definitely be weird and, frankly, exciting, but definitely not gross. You’re a beautiful woman, mom. Hell, I think more of my friends come over to see and perv on you than to see me. But the problem for me would be that it would be rather too exciting, if you catch my drift.”
“I assume you’re talking about getting erections being next to my naked body. Frankly, I’d probably be upset if you didn’t get hard. But there’s no reason to be embarrassed by that. I quite like the feel of a man’s body against mine and especially when he’s hard. I definitely would not want you to try to pull away from me because you’re hard. And I don’t want you to think that I’m a cock tease, either. In fact, if we are going to do this, you will have my permission to touch me wherever you want and however you want. And I’ll be happy to provide relief to you to take care of those erections.”
Brian’s mouth was now hanging open and he was having trouble forming words. “Are you, are you saying that we can have sex? That you’ll give me hand jobs or blow jobs if I want,” Brian asked?
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Brian,” I responded. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t give a shit about it being incest. I don’t think there is any reason that two people who love each other shouldn’t be able to express that love physically as long as it’s consensual. But I need you to understand that I’m not saying that we should or need to have sexual contact to make this work. I’m perfectly fine with just sleeping together. I just need you nearby. I’m saying that if you want to take it further, that I would have no problem with that and I’m pretty sure we would both enjoy it. But if we go down that path, it’s a big step and a big change to our relationship. I’ll always be your mother, but in the bedroom, at least, we would now be more than that. We’d be lovers. I also want to make clear, that it wouldn’t mean an exclusive relationship. I would still want you to date and hopefully find girlfriends your age that you can have an enjoyable sex life with. And should I find someone I want to fuck, I’ll be able to do that as well. God, I don’t know if this is the right thing to do or not.”
“Mom, you know I love you and I know you love me. In fact, I’m sure that no woman will ever love me as much as you do. How could they? As long as we’re being totally open and honest here, I have to confess that I have masturbated thinking about you and how beautiful and hot you are many times. What you are proposing would actually be a dream come true for me. It wouldn’t be that weird, it would be awesome. I would very much like to sleep with you. It would have actually been very difficult for me to do this for you if you didn’t allow me to touch you. It would have driven me crazy to be that near your naked body and not be able to touch you. Mom, I’m not a virgin, but I don’t have a great deal of experience either, so I hope that you will teach me how to pleasure you and bring you to orgasm. The first time I do that will be something I will remember for the rest of my life.”
That little speech brought tears to my eyes and I reached out and grabbed a hold of Brian and started hugging him, trying my best not to really start crying from happiness. I pulled away from the hug slightly and looked him in the eyes. I then leaned forward and started kissing his lips. This was not a motherly kiss on the lips. This was a loving, needy kiss. I opened my mouth and he opened his. I licked his lips and then buried my tongue in his mouth. My tongue was now in my son’s mouth and we were making out like a couple of teenagers. Any nervousness or anxiety either one of us had evaporated at that moment as we found a need in each other we hadn’t known previously existed.
As we were kissing, I grabbed one of Brian’s hands and placed it on my braless tit and gave his hand a squeeze so that he would squeeze my tit. I let go of his hand and he continued to knead my breast and then he started flicking, pinching, and pulling on my nipple. I felt a sudden gush in my panties and knew I was wetter than I’d been in a long time. I released the kiss and held Brian’s face in my hands and said, “Well, that was pretty special. I don’t think you’re going to need a lot of instruction to pleasure me or bring me to orgasm. My panties are soaked just from that wonderful kiss. I think I’m going to go on up to my room and take a bath. I hope that you are in my bed when I get out. It’ll be your decision what, if anything, you’ll be wearing.”
I got up from the couch and walked up the stairs. I went straight into my bathroom and started the water running in the tub. As I was about to take off my clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was trying to see if I looked any different knowing what I would be doing with my son in just a little while, but it was still just me looking back.
I took off my clothes and continued to look at my body. As I said, I’m in pretty good shape for my age, but I’m no teenager any more. I hoped that Brian wouldn’t be disappointed when he actually saw me naked. It’s one thing to see someone looking pretty good in clothes, but being naked there is no way to hide. I dropped down into the tub and reflected on what had just happened with my son. I didn’t really expect him to jump on having a sexual relationship with me. I thought he would think that to be weird or wrong at some level, but, apparently, he doesn’t give a shit about incest either. I was expecting to give him a hand job or a blow job at some point just to relieve his erection. I wasn’t expecting that he would be ao anxious to take it all the way so soon. I started slowly washing myself while thinking of Brian and what we were about to do. I found myself to be really wet and not from the bathwater.
I got out of the tub and dried myself off. I rubbed some lotion into my skin and applied just a couple of light dabs of perfume in the important places. I took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom door. I turned off the light and walked stark naked into my bedroom hoping that Brian was there and liked what he saw.
I walked into my room and Brian was in my bed and sitting up against the headboard. I could see he wasn’t wearing a shirt, but had no idea if he was wearing some boxers or not. He had the sheets pulled aside for me to get in. He looked at me and said, “Holy shit, mom, you’re gorgeous. My imagination did not do you justice.”
I probably turned a few shades of red when he said that. It was said so spontaneously and immediately, that I had to believe he meant every word. I felt a sudden relaxation in my body. I didn’t realize how tense I was and worried about this moment until that happened. It was in that moment that I knew this was the right thing to do for us. A lot of people would think it’s wrong and may even be disgusted with us. That’s not our problem, it’s theirs. At that moment I realized that I didn’t even care who knew about our new relationship or who saw us seemingly acting inappropriate. I didn’t give a shit about any of them. This is our life and we’re going to live it as we see fit.
I climbed into bed and immediately got right up to him and snuggled against him. I had to check right away to see if he was naked. I reached my hand down and found a fully hard and seemingly pretty large cock waiting for me. Either he had be stroking it waiting for me or seeing me naked got him hard. Either way, I couldn’t wait to see his cock and get it into my mouth. I pulled the covers down and scooted down to put my face right at his crotch. I wrapped my hand around his cock and it just barely got all the way around it. He doesn’t have the biggest cock in the world, but I would estimate that he had a solid 7 to 7-1/2” of hard cock waiting for me. Big enough to satisfy me completely without being too big as to cause pain. It was rock hard with just a slight upward curve which I knew would be heaven on my g-spot. The head had a very sleek shape to it just slightly bigger around than the shaft. It was perfect and I needed it in my mouth. I licked the head and a drop of precum came out immediately. I licked it up but it wasn’t enough for me to really taste anything. I licked around the head a couple of times and I gave a kiss and a little suction to the tip of his cock. Then I opened my mouth and started taking him in a little at a time while trying to work up enough spit to lubricate it in my mouth. I never had a problem taking all of Jeff’s cock in my mouth. His cock would just reach the back of my throat but it was enough to work through the gag reflex. That was going to pay off dividends for Brian because his cock was longer than Jeff’s and it was going to go down an inch or so into my esophagus. I assumed that Brian has had at least a couple blow jobs before, but I was determined that this one was going to be his best.
“Oh, mom,” Brian moaned. “That feels so fucking good. I can’t believe you’re doing this. It’s been one of my many fantasies about you for a long time. Shit. I’m not going to last long. I’m sorry mom, I’m going to cum already. Fuuucck!”
I felt his cock get harder and swell some more then felt a jet of cum shoot down my esophagus. After that first shot, I pulled back so that his cock would shoot the rest of his cum into my mouth so that I could taste him. At least four more jets of cum landed in my mouth and then just little bits oozed out. I kept sucking on his cock trying to get the last bits out. I finally pulled away keeping my lips tight around his cock as I did. I had a mouthful of cum and wanted to show Brian his cum in my mouth before I swallowed it. I was feeling like a nasty slut. Brian’s nasty slut.
I sat up and looked at Brian and opened my mouth to show him my tongue playing with his cum. Then I closed my mouth and swallowed it all down and opened my mouth to show him that it was all gone. Next came a big test. I leaned forward and started kissing Brian. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth and I put my cum-coated tongue in his mouth. I moved my tongue all around his mouth while we kissed and he never flinched once.
When we had finished the kiss, I said, “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. I must say that it was a pleasant surprise that you allowed me to kiss you and stick my tongue in your mouth after you had just cum in my mouth. A lot of guys won’t do that. Most women, including me, find it extremely sexy for a man to not be repulsed by a little cum. It is actually a turn off for me if a guy expects me to swallow his cum but then thinks cum is too gross to be in his mouth. I hope this means that when my pussy is full of your cum, that you’ll sometimes lick clean my creampie. And also, don’t ever apologize for cumming too soon. It’s to be expected when you’re young for your first orgasm of the night to be fairly quick. Please don’t ever hold back your cum from me thinking it was too quick. We have plenty of time for many more orgasms. I love your beautiful hard cock and your cum tastes so good. I want every drop of your cum that I can get forever. Promise me that from now on every drop of your cum goes either in or on me or someone else. No more masturbating. I will gladly relieve you of a load of cum whenever you want, as often as you need.”
“Damn, mom,” Brian said, “you are unbelievable. That was an incredible blow job. No wonder you and dad were going at it so often. Every time I heard you guys having sex, I jacked off listening to you guys. Now I know what dad got to experience over the years. And don’t you worry, I’ll gladly lick my cum from your mouth, your tits, your belly, your pussy, and even your ass. You just keep telling me what you want in a lover and I will do my best to measure up.”
As he was talking, I was fondling his cock and it was already starting to grow harder. Ah, the benefits of youth. Jeff used to get hard that fast too, but as you get older that starts to go away. I could still usually coax a second load out of Jeff but even if I got him hard a third time once in a while, he would be firing blanks if I got him to orgasm. I had a feeling that three times a night might not be too difficult for Brian at his age.
In short order Brian’s cock was hard and raring to go and I need to feel him inside me. It has been many months since I’d had a cock in me and I needed it so badly. I straddled Brian’s lap, leaned forward, grabbed his cock and placed it at my wet hole. I started moving back onto his cock slowly impaling myself on his heavenly cock. Even though I was really wet, it took a while to get all of him inside me. I was really tight because I wasn’t used to either his girth or his length. Once I was seated all the way onto him, I just sat there for a couple of minutes enjoying the feeling of fullness of his hard cock inside me. It felt like it was the perfect size as if it was made for my pussy.
I started moving up and down on his cock and Brian reached up and grabbed both of my breasts and started playing with them. After a couple of minutes, I leaned down and placed one of my tits at his lips. He sucked in my nipple and started licking, flicking and sucking my tit. My son was suckling my breast as he’d done nineteen years before. He was back where he belonged. I was in heaven.
Brian’s hands were squeezing my butt cheeks for a while but then he moved them to my waist to assist me in bouncing up and down on his cock as he could see I was starting to get tired. It’s amazing how much energy it takes to ride a cock. As I dropped down on him further from getting tired, Brian flipped us over without his cock slipping out of me. Now he was on top of me. I lifted my legs up and he placed them over his shoulders and leaned forward until my knees were almost touching my shoulders. In that position my ass came off the bed and he was able to bury his cock as deep in me as possible. I felt him nudge my cervix with each stoke as he started to work his cock in me harder and harder. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. Brian was now pounding my pussy pretty vigorously but it seemed he was going to be able to keep going for a while. It was plenty of time for me explode in a wonderful orgasm that had my pussy clamping down hard on his cock in a vise grip squeezing him with each throb of my orgasm. I felt that I was actually close to losing consciousness which is something that had never happened to be before during sex. But I stayed alert, but exhausted. Once my pussy unclamped from Brian’s cock, he was able to start pounding me again and I felt him swell inside me and knew he was about to cum inside me. My son was ready to fill my womb with his seed. God, it was a thrilling moment.
“I’m going to cum mom. I’m going to fill you with my cum. Here it comes,” he all but yelled as I felt his cock pulsing inside me along with a warmth spreading inside. He shooting his baby batter into his mother’s welcoming pussy. I hoped that Jeff was okay with this. Wow, that thought came out of nowhere.
Brian let my legs down finally and he collapsed onto my chest. He started to move off of me probably fearing he would be too heavy for me, but I grabbed him and told him to stay for a bit. I wanted him to stay on top of me and inside me forever.
After a while, I relaxed my arms from being around him. He got the hint and finally rolled off to lay beside me. “I don’t need to teach you anything, Bri,” I said. “That was the most wonderful lovemaking session I could have ever hoped for. And that’s just our first time and it will surely get even better. I love you so much, Brian. Thank you for being here for me.”
I think Brian suddenly remembered me mentioning eating creampies and he started to go down on me, but I was already pretty wiped out from that session and told him he didn’t need to do it this time. We’d save that for another time. We just laid there and talked for a little while quietly until we drifted off to sleep. I had the most satisfying sleep I’d had in months.
It was satisfying, but somewhat short-lived. I awoke to feeling a tongue gliding up and down my labia. I glanced over at the clock and it was almost 3:30am. As we had gone to bed fairly early since we were in a hurry to fuck, we’d probably gotten at least five hours of sleep already. Brian seemed to be enjoying licking my smooth, shaved pussy. He was trying to suck out any cum he could find while also softly licking up and down my labia. Every once in a while, he would lick and suck on my clit but then quickly move off and lick elsewhere. Either Brian had watched a lot of porn or he had more experience than he’d led me to believe because he was doing an incredible job of pussy licking. There are a lot of guys who don’t lick pussy at all or who only do it for a couple of minutes to get the girl wet so he can get his dick in her. When you have a guy who really enjoys licking pussy and wants it to last as long as possible, you have a keeper.
Brian finally started to concentrate more on my clit. At the same time, he put first one and then a second finger into my vagina and started pumping them in and out. I gave him my first real instructions by helping him find my g-spot with his hand turned upward and had him start doing a ‘come hither’ motion with his two fingers while licking and sucking on my clit. That was all it took to send me into orbit. As soon as my orgasm started, I grabbed the sides of Brian’s head and pressed him hard into my pussy so that he would stop moving on my overly sensitive bits while he continued to finger fuck me. It was so good that I squirted twice which is something I’d only ever done a few times with Jeff. I was just so turned on not only for how well Brian was fingering and licking me but also realizing that it was my son whose face was buried between my legs and rocking my world.
I finally had to push his head away and beg him to stop. It was just too much but so, so good. Within minutes, we had both fallen back to sleep.
When I woke up again it was after nine. Brian was still sleeping deeply. I got out of bed carefully so as not to awaken him and went into the bathroom to pee. When I came back out of the bathroom to get into bed, I saw that Brian had some nice morning wood going on. I decided to wake him up the way he had awakened me last night. I took his cock into my mouth and very slowly and gently started licking and sucking it. I wanted to see how long I could have his cock in my mouth before he finally woke up. I think it was a good twenty minutes before he started to stir. As his eyes started to open and he saw me between his legs, he smiled and then started shooting his cum into my mouth. I greedily gulped it all down as he shot it in while I massaged his balls to try to milk out every drop I could get.
“Now that’s a great way to wake up,” Brian said. “I could get used to that.”
“Well, you woke me up just as nicely last night, so I knew I had to reciprocate,” I chided him. “And I fully intended to keep draining your balls as often as possible. But now, I think we both need a shower. Care to join me,” I asked?
“Of course. Sounds like fun,” Brian said. “That’s something I’ve never done before. That is, showering with a girl, er um I mean, a woman.”
“From now on, Brian, feel free to join me in the shower or bathtub, whenever you want. You don’t have to ask if you can come in. If you want to, just do it. I want you to know there are now no restrictions between us. I am usually fairly dominate at work and as a mom, but I enjoy being subservient to my lover. I will do whatever you want sexually, whenever you want. Even in public. I don’t care what people say, see, or think. I am now yours for as long as you want me. I will make you the same promise I made your father. I promise to never refuse you sexually. Ever. You can touch me, lick me, kiss me, fuck me whenever you want me.”
“Wow, mom, that’s a lot to take in. Are you sure about that,” he asked? “Especially about in public?”
“I said, if you want. I’m not saying we need to do it in public or should do it in public. I will leave it up to you. The only requirement will be that it will be your responsibility to ensure it is safe for us to do something if we are in public. I mean it when I say I am yours. I will do what you want. I will wear whatever clothes you want me to wear. I’ll perform any sexual act you want. Anything. It’s all up to you and you need to keep us safe. Let’s go take a shower.”
We went into the bathroom and I started up the shower. Brian stepped over to the toilet but I stopped him from peeing. “But I really need to pee,” Brian pleaded.
But I pulled him into the shower and then I got down on my knees in front of him. “Now go ahead and pee,” I said.
“You want me to pee on you,” Brian asked? “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes, Brian,” I responded. “Pee on me. All over me. My face. My hair. My tits. In my mouth. Mark me Brian. Mark me as your woman. I want your pee, Brian.”
The problem was that it was starting to make him hard hearing me beg him for his pee which just made it all that much harder for him to do it. Finally, a weak stream started to come out. I ducked my head directly under his cock so his pee would start onto my head. I felt his stream start to pick up strength and I looked up into his eyes and opened my mouth and took his full stream on my tongue and I gulped it down. Then I closed my eyes and my mouth and moved my head back in forth across his stream to drench my whole head in his piss. Brian finally started to get into it and aimed his pee at my tits drenching first the right one and then the left. As his stream started to taper off, I took his cock into my mouth and gulped down the rest of his pee while looking up into his eyes.
When he was finally done, I stood up. My hair was plastered to my face with piss. I was about to dunk my head under the water to rinse off when Brian unexpectedly grabbed me to him and started kissing my lips completely ignoring the piss all over my face. His tongue went into my mouth searching for more pee. I knew then that Brian was a kindred spirit. He was as kinky as me and we were going to have a lot of fun together. He was now kissing my face and my cheeks and then running his tongue down the side of my neck licking his pee off of me. It was so exciting that I started orgasming without my pussy even being touched. I had to grab onto him to keep myself from falling down as I was rocked with an intense orgasm.
When we finally broke apart, we said at the same time, “Wow!” And then we started cracking up laughing. “That was unbelievable and intense,” Brian said.
“Yes, it was,” I answered. “I guess you’re as kinky as I am. This was to show you and to prove to you that I am yours completely to do with as you please. Nothing is out of bounds now. In fact, this might be a good time to admit something to you. There were several times in the last year or so that your father and I used you in our fantasies. Sometimes when we were fucking, your dad would talk a bit dirty to me about you. Like did I wish that it was you fucking me right then or did I notice a bulge in your pants earlier. Stuff like that. I admit it got me excited. I was actually thinking about you fucking me when your dad was stuffing his cock in my pussy.”
“Damn, mom,” Brian said, “you are one kinky slut, aren’t you? Imagine as nice soccer mom like you thinking about fucking her own son. What would your friends think? Actually, come to think of it, what are they going to think? If you don’t really care about hiding our relationship, how is that going to go? Aren’t you worried about that?”
“I’m not going to worry about that Bri,” I told him. “If I lose some friends then I lose some. You’re far more important to me than any of my friends. And if they can’t be happy for my happiness, then were they really such good friends anyway? I’m not going to worry about it. It would be too much work and anxiety to try and hide our relationship. It doesn’t mean we have to flaunt it, but I’m not going to hide from it either.”
We took our time taking the shower. We got out and toweled off and then we walked down to the kitchen with both of us still naked. I made us some breakfast and we sat down to eat.
“Mom,” Brian asked, “what about Stephanie? How can we do this when she’s home? You said you were okay with this being public but I don’t think we can even be public in our own home, if you know what I mean.”
“I’ll take care of Stephanie. I don’t think it will be a problem. But I need to tell you that I’m going to offer that she can also share my bed. Whether you are there or not. I don’t know if she will want to or not, but that will be up to her. When she gets home this afternoon, I’ll sit her down for a talk and tell her about our new relationship. As far as I am concerned, she is free to join in our relationship or not in any way she wants. We are a family. I haven’t been with another woman since college, but back then I sure enjoyed it. If Stephanie is interested in a sexual relationship with me or you or both of us, it’s all okay with me. And if she doesn’t, that should be okay too. She’ll just have to allow us to do our thing. I think Stephanie won’t care as long as we’re happy.”
“I hope so, because what we’ve done so far is so incredible, I don’t want to have to tamp it done any. In fact, I’m enjoying sitting here naked with you and would like for it to be our new normal, if Stephanie doesn’t object.”
“That would be fine with me, Bri,” I said. “Before you guys were born, your dad and I rarely wore any clothes around the house. I love being naked. If we do that, though, we’ll have to give some thought as to what we do when we have visitors. If your friends come over, do you want them to see me naked? Would you be okay with that? I wouldn’t mind. It would even be your decision whether you would let any of your friends touch me in any way. I said I would do anything you want, so it would be your decision if you want to share me and/or how much of me you’re willing to share. And then we need to think about Stephanie’s friends coming over. Would you be comfortable with Beth seeing you naked? Would Stephanie be comfortable with that? We’ll need to work through all these things.”
“Yeah,” Brian responded, “I guess we will have a lot of things to think about and to figure out. There is one thing I’m sure of though. You said that you would wear clothes that I want you to wear. So, my first request of you is that from now on, when you do wear clothes, you are never to wear a bra or panties. I would prefer that you always wear a dress or a skirt and that you do not intentionally prevent anyone from seeing your tits or your pussy. Will you do that for me,” Brian asked?
“Of course, I will,” I responded. “I told you I would do what you want and dress as you want. If you want people seeing my tits or my pussy, I don’t have a problem with that. I might even sell a few more properties that way. If I’m willing to be naked for your friends, I can certainly let other people have glimpses of my bits. But, Brian, don’t ask me to do these things for you. Be dominant. Tell me that’s what you want me to do, don’t ask. Just like I said if you want to join me in the shower or the bath or I’m sitting on the toilet. If you want to come in, just do it. Don’t ask if you can. You are now the man of the house and in charge. I want you to take charge. Just don’t let the power go to your head. I expect you to treat me with respect at all times. And just because I am asking you to be dominant of me, doesn’t mean that Stephanie will want you dominant over her. So be dominant over me, but also be your normal sweet self.”
“I get it, mom,” Brian said. “Just be ready to bring me back to earth if I get too full of myself or step overboard. It may take me a while to get used to being in charge of you since you have been in charge of me my whole life. It’s quite the sudden turnaround.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey. There are bound to be some bumps in the road as we sort out our new family dynamic. We will all need to work on it so that we are all comfortable in the situation. We have a lot of things to work out and they’ll take some time to sort out and there’s probably a bunch of things we haven’t even thought of yet that we’ll need to address. If we all just love each other, it will all work out and be wonderful.”