“What your breasts and pussy?” Benny asked as if discussing the weather. He looked at his mother in her upright position, and decided she needed to lie down to sleep more comfortably. “Those guys I told you about do, you know, they tell their mums about their sex dreams of them — their mums,” he told her again and watched her face as her eyes widened at this revelation. This time Benny went straight for his mother’s lower body, he had had an idea. After TV, Bev’s routine was to shower and then read for an hour or so in bed before going to sleep. Benny was up a few minutes before his mother the next morning. “But you enjoyed?” Benny asked. Benny moved his hands up and down Bev’s thighs, caressing them with his thumbs; Bev liked it. “Not at all, why?” his mother asked a little suspicious. Benny reached out his left hand to her right breast and caressed both her breasts and Bev’s moaning grew louder. His fingers were still in the place his mother had been reading, so he read a bit to see what it was like.
