I awoke one morning with his hard cock grinding softly between my naked ass cheeks. At last my son’s body collapsed on top of me. He was looking directly at my glistening pussy – wet, gapped, and ready for more. I’d move it to my pussy or breast, then feign sleep. He moved forward and laid on top of me. We both still had clothes on, but neither of us cared. I hugged him more sensuously and steered his hand under my robes and on my skin. As the moments ticked by I became desperate for his cock to be inside me. He let out a tremendous sound as his body surged, all of his energy willing semen from his body into mine. Soon my body will be ripe for another. I was so wrong. He looked like a man. The relationship between memory and the sense of smell is powerful. Knowing I was fertile made our sex ten times more erotic. When COVID hit we quarantined at home. I loved waking to his touch, but he never pushed it further.
