My Mom, Saturday Morning

I sat on the edge of my bed, still naked. She stopped for a moment and looked at me.

"Come, honey. I'm getting cold, aren't you?"

- "Yeah... a little."

"Come on, let's go in the bed."

She came walking over towards my bed and gestured for me to get up. She then crawled under my duvet and held it open so I could lie down with her. I crawled closer to her. She grabbed me and pulled me against her. I carefully lay closer and closer to her warm body.

She grinned. "Come on honey. Come lie against me."

She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled gently. My head went towards her breasts. I wasn't sure if I did that unconsciously, or if she did it for me. She pressed my face against her breasts and continued to caress my hair.

It was like I was paralyzed. My arm lay over her body like a limp rag, resting on the soft flesh of her side and hip. Her leg was over my legs. I hadn't felt so wonderfully small and powerless in a long time.