Why was he even thinking about getting a boner at the touch of his own mother?! His mind drifted back to the incident in his room. His thick light brown hair and that fell about his eyes in waves, the slight dimples in his cheeks and his friendly smile. “Let me see baby, I’ll take them back if you really don’t like them. Her sleeping little man. He didn’t wear it much anymore and he was getting far too big for it now, she realized. Like her son before, the thought hit her like a ton of bricks. Her eyes and smile full of love. It was a strange request he thought, and although he had almost forgotten what he was wearing as the evening had progressed the idea of lying on top of his mother had made him aware all over again of his state. Memories of his dreams swirled around in his head in his half-asleep state, sexual images and feelings that swirled as he slept and that felt good to hold onto as he woke. “Think… I do need a nap”.
