Mom’s pubic hair was dark blond and formed a very large, thick bushy triangle.
I pulled my eyes away and looked back up to her breasts.
Even at my age I knew that most sons didn’t sleep in the same bed with their mothers. Mom had the bedroom and I slept on the sofa in the front room.
Mom usually went into the bathroom, closed the door, took a shower and changed into a long t-shirt for bed.She took her dress and slip off and laid them down on the side of the tub.She stood there looking at herself in the mirror, running her hand up and down on her stomach.For whatever reason, year after year, we just never changed and I continued to sleep with my Mom. It sure does feel good”, she sighed, and wrapped her arms around me. I could feel one of her nipples getting harder against my neck.In fact, for several years, starting at that time, I would periodically climb between her legs and up on top of Mom and fall asleep on her. I squirmed around like I was trying to get comfortable on her just so I could feel it better.