Nathan Needs Mom
After fucking my seventeen-year-old son on the kitchen table and cleaning up the floor, I decided not to dress. I was sweaty and sticky and needed to get a shower anyway from mowing. Plus, I was still morally wrestling with what I had done (leaning toward not giving a fuck). Being naked seemed to make the following statement more complete: I had given myself to Nathan without really thinking too much about the consequences and now… I was wanting to again. I waited until Nathan finished his shower before heading past his room. He left his door wide open and was naked and dressing when I passed. I guess I not so secretly wanted to see him naked one more time before the evening. “Okay, stud. ‘No clothes, doors closed‘ is family policy and that …