A Mother’s Quiet Morning
In the morning!
Anna was already awake.
She affectionately looked down at her son’s handsome face.
He was sleeping soundlessly.
Burying his head in her soft bosom.
She caressed his hair gently.
She enjoyed this morning.
She didn’t want anything.
Just this moment.
This peaceful morning.
Her son and she together.
This was heaven for her.
Her night robe had slipped during the night.
The thin fabric barely covered her shoulders.
Her collarbone was fully exposed.
The soft curve of her breasts visible above the loose neckline.
The robe was disheveled.
Gathered around her waist.
Revealing her long, smooth legs.
She had slept like this all night.
Holding her son close.
She was a mature woman.
A widow.
She had seen many things in life.
She was not some shy maiden.
She knew her body.
She knew her beauty.
There was no shame in this.
This was her son.
Her little boy.
She had held him countless times.
Bathed him.
Cared for him.
This was nothing new.
The morning light streamed through the window.
Golden rays fell upon them.
She looked down at his peaceful face.
His features were so handsome.
So much like his father.
Her heart ached with love.
And with loss.
As she enjoyed caressing his hair.
Something else caught her attention.
Her eyes became wide.
She looked down.
She saw his morning wood poking against her thigh again.
A deep blush spread across her cheeks.
This boy.
She was very embarrassed.
Her mind drifted for a moment.
She thought about his late father.
She remembered how in the clan.
When he also woke up in the morning.
He would have morning wood too.
And she would need to give him service.
What a pleasurable morning that was.
She then looked down.
She thought about how her son’s morning wood was bigger than his husband’s.
She was shocked by the thought.
Her eyes remained fixed on the bulge.
Her hand moved unconsciously.
Almost touching the bulge on his pants.
But suddenly she snapped from her thoughts.
’Anna, what are you thinking? He is your son.’
She scolded herself internally.
Her face burned even hotter.
Her hand froze in mid-air.
She pulled it back quickly.
What was she doing?
She was a mother.
A respectable woman.
She should not have such thoughts.
She should not have such urges.
She took a deep breath.
Trying to calm her racing heart.
She tried to move her body to get up.
She wanted to leave before he woke.
To avoid embarrassing him or herself.
She wanted to freshen up.
And prepare another medicine potion for her son.
Suddenly.
Victor woke up when he felt his personal soft pillows moving away from him.
He pushed his head forward.
Into those soft pillows.
Or more precisely, her breasts.
"Victor!"
Anna softly called out.
While caressing the back of his head.
She tried to gently move away.
"Mm!"
Victor groaned slightly as he woke from sleep.
For a moment, he thought everything was a dream.
But Anna’s sweet voice.
And soft touch on his face.
It was the proof that this was reality.
"Hmm, mother!"
Victor lifted his head from the soft breast of his mother.
And said while looking up.
"Morning, dear," Anna said softly.
He also said, "Morning, mother," with a warm smile.