His hands slid to my shoulders and down my arms. I began to worry this was going to be a replay of the other night, but didn't say anything to him.

“Mom, I want to ask you to do a couple of things for me." He spoke softly in my ear as he continued to hold me.

“Anything.” That was risky at this point, but whatever my son wanted I would give him, even if what he wanted was his mother in her bed.

“Never talk like that about yourself again. You are not a whore or a pig. There's nothing wrong with you. You're an amazing beautiful woman and it made me sad to know that's how you think of yourself."

“okay. I kept my arms around his shoulders, enjoying him being close to me, wanting to be close to me.

“I'll try to keep the self-loathing to myself."

“I don't want you to even think it, but I guess I can't help that." He ran his right hand up through my hair, “At least not yet."

“What else do you want, baby? You said two things."

“I want to show something to you." He leaned away from me and my heart skipped a beat when he took his shirt off.

“More like prove something actually."

He must have seen the look on my face because he shook his head, “It's not what you think."

He stood up and unsnapping his jeans pulled them down and kicked them off so he was now in just a pair of black boxers.

“Could have fooled me." I laughed nervously, “I think I've played this game a few times."

“Not this one, at least not for a long time." He pointed to the bed, “Lay on your side for me."

“Paul, what..." I stopped when he put his hand up.

“Please? Just lay on your side, you can keep the sheet around you."

I had no idea what he was up to, but after what I'd done to him he'd earned the right to have whatever it was he wanted right now.

I slid down onto the bed and lay on my side, my back to him. I felt him get back onto the bed and flinched when he lifted the sheet. He only held it up high enough to slide under it, but I tensed up when he pressed his chest against my back and I felt his crotch against my ass and his leg along mine.

He wasn't hard, but not exactly soft and I remained still, not wanting to move and get him excited. Paul slipped his arm beneath my head so I was resting on it rather than the pillow and put his other arm around my waist.

His hand was flat on my stomach and nuzzling his head into my shoulder he whispered, “I want you to relax, mom. I'm not looking to do anything except hold you.

"You feel nice." I said and meant it. Despite the fact I was naked and he was close to it, I didn't feel awkward in his embrace which I suppose should bother me, but again, just to have him want to be so close to me was worth it not being an exactly normal situation.

"I want to sleep like this for the rest of the night." He kissed my shoulder and the tenderness of it sent a warm sensation through my body.

“Know why?"

“Tell me." I said softly as I put my hand over his on my stomach and stretching my other arm along his, took his hand in mine.

“You probably think all I've thought about is sex with you, but it's not. I think of this even more. I lay there at night and imagine holding you just Like this. I picture us having just made love and you in my arms and we whisper I love you and go to sleep and we do it every night."