He let go of me and said, “Well, then. I guess it is okay with me as well.”
The tension disappeared from our relationship after that. He became quite at ease with me. I found that he also became more affectionate. Once we removed the stigma attached to his erection pressing against me, he became comfortable with his penis and my body and the number of hugs increased tremendously.
When we hugged, I found his penis pressing into my thighs, between my thighs, once even in my stomach. I liked this carefree hugging. I was always feeling good and he seemed like he was always erect. I enjoyed this added dimension to our relationship.
One day Juliah was late and I was standing at the sink trying to rinse off a couple of dishes, my body leaning into the counter as I waited for the warm water to come through the pipes, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and a body pressed into me. It was my son, this time he was hugging me from behind. I reached back with my dry hand and placed my arm around his neck. He pressed his pelvic area into my behind and I felt his penis part my butt cheeks and get in deep. I knew then that may be things had gotten a little out of hand. This was not a normal hug and his penis coming in such contact with my ass was not something that should be happening. I pushed him back with my butt and I felt his hardness press even deeper, all the way to my anus. I then turned around and faced him. Now I was leaning backward as he pressed his pelvic area into my pussy. He was really hard and he started grinding his cock into my pussy. I felt him making his way in and was about to say something to stop him when we both heard Juliah come into the kitchen. He separated from me but not before Juliah saw what he was doing to me. He didn’t stay there and left quickly. Julaih’s mouth was open with surprise. I didn’t know what to tell her. As it turned out, I didn’t have to.
She came closer to me and whispered, “Madam, that son of yours is quite a handful.”
“What do you mean?”
“I though I was the only one, but now he is even taking advantage of you. I think he may be losing control.”
“You mean, he does this to you as well.”
“Yes, a little too often, if I might add.”
“What do you do then?”
“What can I do, Madam? I am afraid of you so I just let him. Only now his advances are becoming more and more pronounced, deeper even. I am telling you, one day I may find him with my legs around his shoulders and his manhood all the way to my heart.”
“Really, what would you do if he tried something like that?”
“I don’t know, Madam, I don’t know. If I wasn’t afraid of you, I probably would have let him by now.”
“Well, you better stay clear.” I commanded her. I felt a bit hurt. My son was looking for affection from my maid. I found it insulting that he thought both of us on par in his hugs.
One Sunday, Juliah was off and my husband had gone on one of his incessant fishing trips, when I realized that my son had stayed in bed longer than usual. When I went to check on him, I found him waiting for me. He lifted the bed cover and asked me to snuggle with him.