‘That would be so nice. Lying with my baby, feeling your big thing on me the entire night would be a dream come true.’ Carrie thought, but she knew there was no way she could ever do that. She loved him so much and would be afraid she’d end up doing something she’d regret, like screwing him.
“I hate to, but I need to go change and start dinner,” she said with a sad face, hoping he’d want more of this. Until now, she hadn’t realized just how much she missed hugging him, too.
“If you wear something sexy…I’ll hug you again later!” he said with a wink, watching her face turning a warm shade of red.
“That would be very nice. What would you like me to wear?” Carrie asked. She couldn’t believe what she’d just said. She never asked him what she should wear, but it felt good. She loved when her late husband would tell her what he wanted her to wear. Now it felt good to ask Jake.
In a way, he was the man of the house, her husband, now. He held her and comforted her. And, today, he excited her more than she’d ever been in her life.
“Cool! I really get to tell you?”
“Sure, anything you want.” Carrie smiled, leaning up on her elbows, caressing his face, wondering what her horny son would like seeing her in.
Jake returned her smile, trying to think of her most sexy clothes. “Your white blouse, the one that fits really loose and…” he stopped, hoping she would wear the blouse for him. But he wasn’t holding his breath. It was so loose that when she leaned down, he could see everything she had.
“Anything at all.” Carrie said in a soft, tender voice.
He took a breath and said it. “Your blue mini skirt.”
Carrie felt like she was close to exploding, but it was a good feeling. After so long, she felt alive. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care. She was still a young woman and still had needs. Her only problem was the man turning her on was her son.
She looked at him, impressed. “You sure know how to make me look good.” Then, she smiled at him, hoping that dressing up for him wouldn’t make him worse.
The poor boy hadn’t been with a girl since the night of the wreck and here she was, about to wear a blouse that showed off her boobs and a skirt that screamed, “Fuck me!”
“Well, I need to get up and get to dinner and change. Is there anything you need before I go?”
“I um…um…gotta pee really bad,” he replied knowing poor Mom was going to faint when she saw him, but he couldn’t help it. Mom was a fuckin’ babe and she had him harder than he’d ever been.
“I’m thinking that you’re still hard?” Mom said hoping he was. She hadn’t held anything like him and it was going to be a thrill. Jake was three times the size of his father. Carrie wanted to know what it was like touching something so big.
“Yeah, I am, but I really gotta go.”
“I should spank you for making me do this,” she teased, as she gave him a tiny kiss then reluctantly climbed off him.
Jake watched her face. When she saw him, he wanted to laugh. Poor Mom looked like she’d seen a ghost. “I’m sorry,” he said holding in his laugh.