An Unspoken Awkwardness
In the morning, Victor woke up slowly.
He didn’t know when he fell asleep last night.
Due to the effect of wine.
His head was still slightly heavy.
His body felt warm and comfortable.
Currently, he was lying in his mother’s embrace.
She was tightly hugging him into her bosom.
Due to the wine’s effect.
His mother seemed to let down all her guards.
She was sleeping in her thin red nightgown.
The cleavage of her gown was a little open.
Her black hair was spread across the pillow.
Her face was peaceful and beautiful.
Victor could feel half-bare big white soft breasts on his face.
Her huge F cup breasts pressed against him.
Their softness enveloped his senses.
Her warmth seeped into his body.
He looked at her.
Her red eyes were closed.
Her breathing was slow and steady.
She looked like an angel.
A goddess of beauty.
His night robe had also become disheveled.
The thin fabric barely covered his body.
His chest was mostly bare.
The robe was open.
His athletic frame was visible.
The morning light streamed through the window.
Golden rays fell upon them.
It was a beautiful sight.
Mother and son.
Together in peaceful slumber.
Victor’s morning wood was poking against his mother’s thigh.
He felt it pressing against her soft skin.
His 9-inch rigid dick was hard and throbbing.
He felt embarrassed.
But he didn’t want to move.
The feeling was too good.
His mother stirred slightly.
She pressed her body closer to him.
Her huge breasts squished against his face.
Victor’s heart raced.
His dick throbbed even harder.
He could feel it poking her thigh repeatedly.
But his mother didn’t wake.
She was still deep in sleep.
The wine had affected her too.
She was usually a light sleeper.
But last night she had drunk heavily.
Her guard was completely down.
Victor enjoyed the feeling.
But he also felt guilty.
He was her son.
He shouldn’t feel this way.
But his body didn’t listen.
His dick kept poking her thigh.
Her soft skin was smooth and warm.
He wanted to move away.
But he couldn’t.
He was trapped.
Trapped in her embrace.
Trapped in her warmth.
Trapped in his desire.
Burying his face further into her breasts.
He closed his eyes.
He fell asleep again.
He was still feeling sleepy.
The warmth of his mother’s body was too comforting.
The softness of her breasts was too inviting.
Sleep claimed him once more.
After one hour later.
He was woken by his mother.
Her hand was gently caressing his hair.
Her soft touch was tender and loving.
Victor opened his eyes slowly.
His golden eyes met her red ones.
"Good Morning, Mother!"
Victor lifted his head and said.
He felt a little bit of headache when he moved his head.
His vision was slightly blurry.
"Good Morning, Son!"
Anna said warmly.
Her voice was soft and gentle.
"You must be feeling a mild headache? It should be because you drank too much last night."
Victor nodded.
His head was pounding slightly.
He rubbed his temples.
Anna looked at him with concern.
Her red eyes were filled with motherly love.
Victor looked at his mother.
Her nightgown was completely disheveled.
Her cleavage was fully exposed.
Her huge F cup breasts were barely covered.
The thin red fabric clung to her curves.
Her long smooth legs were visible.
The robe had ridden up during the night.
Her thick thighs were exposed.
Her peachy hips were barely covered.
She looked incredibly beautiful.
And incredibly tempting.
Victor felt his morning wood throb again.
He tried to hide it.
He shifted his body slightly.
But his mother noticed.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
She had felt it.
His morning wood pressing against her thigh.
She looked at him.
His face was flushed.
He looked embarrassed.
She felt embarrassed too.
What was she doing?
She was his mother.
She shouldn’t be lying with him like this.
She shouldn’t be feeling this warmth.
She shouldn’t be enjoying his closeness.
But she didn’t move away.
She didn’t want to.
She enjoyed this.
The warmth of her son.
The comfort of his body.
The love in his eyes.
It was wrong.
But it felt so right.
Anna quickly looked away.
Her face was burning.
Victor also looked away.
He felt awkward.
But he didn’t say anything.
He didn’t want to embarrass her.
He didn’t want to embarrass himself.
He decided to ignore the matter.
Pretend it didn’t happen.
Just like last time.
"Just take a bath in freshwater, you will feel good then."
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