I walked quietly down the hallway to her room.
I've done this so many times that it has become second nature and I can't remember the last time I tripped over something.
I do this every night and I know she doesn't mind me coming into her room like this but I bet she would change her mind when she knows why I do it.
I silently open the door so as not to wake her before walking in and shutting it behind me.
I pad over to her bed and climb on top, getting under the covers.
I grab her around her waist and pull her to my chest and into my arms as I spoon her from behind.
She used to sleep naked before when I was younger and I did this, but as I grew older, she started wearing this silk robe that barely covered her but I wasn't complaining.
It still gave me easy access to her big soft breasts and when she wakes up in the morning, she always thinks that my hands slipped.
I know that if I was anyone else, she wouldn't believe that but me being her ‘innocent little boy ’, she doesn't believe that I would see her like that or want to do anything remotely sexual with her.
But that's where she's wrong because I'm a sick fuck who does see her like that and wants to fuck her brains out until the only coherent thought she has is about how much she needs my dick.
Yep, you read it right, I want to fuck my mother and I'm going to because she's mine and only mine.