Taking the Edge Off – Part 2

It had been sex and she had fantasised herself to sleep many a night since thinking about what it would have been like had they been lovers.

Her hand moved down across her abdomen and came to rest on the neatly trimmed patch just above where she so suddenly ached for him, her son.

Then, no, she thought. Don’t be so weak!

But that little voice returned and with it she whispered and murmured sweetly into the dawn; legs wide apart and fingertips wet and tingling.

‘I can’t believe I slept so long,’ Karen remarked, sleepy eyed. She walked into his room just past twelve to find him barely out of his own slumber, no doubt naked beneath the sheets as usual. When the pyjamas went all those years back, nothing else took their place.

She was wearing nothing but a white vest and a pair of loose shorts, which she wore only to get from bedroom to bathroom. Michael liked what he saw, especially the Good Morning greeting that the erect nipples of her defiant G-cup breasts were displaying.

‘Did you sleep okay? Can I get you anything?’