Chris disrobed and got into bed with his boxers and a t-shirt on. Lindsey, he noticed, had bought a White T-shirt that was multiple times larger than her own size. It reached just above her knee. As she got in he could not help seeing how her breasts swayed freely beneath the loose-fitting top, indicating she was not wearing a bra. Blood once more hurried to his manhood.
"Good night," Lindsey said tilting across to give him a peck on his cheek.
"Good night mom."
Chris laid down there not sleeping for a long time, attempting to shove away the mental images of his mother's breasts. The closeness of her scent did not help. It only made his head paddle. Fortunately sleep was still able to reach him.
During the night Chris was awakened by something.
Years of sleeping with Chris's dad had clearly conditioned his mother. He woke up to discover that they were spooning. His arms encompassed her just below her breasts and her butt was firmly pressed against his groin.
To be continued…
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