For as long as I could remember it's always been just me and my mom against the world. Sure, when I'd see kids with their dads out and about it felt like something was missing, but she'd always be there for me. In a way, my mom had also taken on the role of dad too; that didn't mean I didn't catch her crying from time to time, or drinking too much with her friends. It must have been hard for her to take care of me all alone but she never yelled or even frowned in front of me. She was soft, affectionate and the best mom I could've ever asked for; she'd never hurt me.
That o' so familiar aroma of cheap perfume mixed with a hoppy, bitter smell filled the bedroom. The light from the hallway almost blinding at this hour.
I'd smelled it on her before but she usually went to bed after; this was different.
*Hiccup!* "Anon, a-are you still awake, my l-little angel?"
No matter how long she worked, even into the late hours of the night, Mom always put me to bed but–tonight seemed different.
"Mommy?" It was so late.
The bed creaked under her weight, that of a healthy, well-figured woman with a body appropriate for her age.
"I, uh..." Why did her breath smell so funny? A bitter smell that wasn't like any of the smelly sprays she put on before work, "Mommy didn't forget about story time, sweetie. I'd never..."Every few words interspersed with a giggle, Mom's slender hands fluffed the blankets of my bed, then they inched closer. I
t was a soft touch, like whenever she'd give me a hug after a bad day, but longer and with more attention to my exposed thighs; legs spread wide for her inspection. At first it made me feel nervous until her hand found its way onto my groin through the blanket. Her palm cupped my scrotum, lifting it up slightly in an attempt to pull it out further. When I tried to push it back down, she chuckled, making no effort to hide her arousal. What kind of dirty trick was this?
"M-Mommy, w-wait–"
Her fingers continued to tease my nuts, pulling them upwards slowly while squeezing gently.
"Don't try to fight it," she purred, leaning over to kiss my cheek and whisper in my ear, "I have something special planned."
When Mom's lips touched my neck, I instinctively shivered. Something told me to relax, she wouldn't do anything weird, but her touch had me all distracted and nervous; that was her her pencil skirt slipped down.
'It' made her panties taut with tension, a peepee almost as long as a ruler and twitching uncontrollably.
"Ready for your bedtime story, Anon?" Thin glasses frames nestled at the bridge of her nose and revealed a dark fire burning in her eyes.