Sleepover incest

“Ice cream! Awesome!” He shouted as he raised his hands into the air. “You can watch it with us if you want.” He stated. “Besides, Jesse loves you and you know that. You’re like the coolest mom ever! Hey! Let’s do a scary night sleepover like we used to do when I was younger.”
“Don’t you think you’re a little old for that. I’m not sure I want to hang around some 17 year olds popping boners all over the place.” I said sternly. Seth broke out into a hysteria of laughter and moments later I had to join him because it sounded so ridiculous, but I was serious. I also think Jesse had a crush on me by the way he gives me those Eddie Haskel smiles and I’ve caught him checking out my ass several times, but he was like another son to me as he and Seth have known each other for years and still remained friends even after they found out I snuck out once or twice with Jesse’s father who was quite a stud back then and knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mom, it will be just like the old days.” He said with a smug look on his face that no Mother can resist. He obviously treasured his upbringing and how could I possible deny him a repeat. I should have listened to my instincts that evening instead of falling into the “Good ol’ days” feeling that I did because we got out the blankets, put them on the floor, broke out the ice cream and watched our scary movie.
I don’t know how many times I grabbed my son or Jesse because I was so frightened and I know at least one time when I grabbed onto Jesse and his hand went right onto my breast which wasn’t good because, like a fool, I had put on my long tee shirt and undies and that was it! I wasn’t thinking, I suppose, when I lay down with the boys that I was a middle aged, attractive, well endowed woman constantly grabbing onto these two young horny boys. Several times I remember something bumping my leg or one of the boys coping a quick feel but honestly, I thought I was just being paranoid at the time because there was a moment when I was tickling my son and I distinctly felt his cock rub against my hand and it was solid like a rock and I couldn’t shake the weird feeling I had at the moment somewhere between disgusted and turned on. There’s a fine line a woman nearing menopause has to walk sometimes.