Chapter 6: Understanding

I jerked upright and went to close my nightgown. Wasn’t sure why, it was closed. Then I remembered last night. What an amazing dream and as much as I hated doing it to Ernie, what a wonderful sight seeing his shorts stained with fresh cum. I wish I was awake for all of it, the thrill of me touching him, the excitement of me bringing on that explosion. I could still hear his words when I touched the tip of his cock telling me not some, all. That boy was everything to me and I had to tone down my new arousals. I had no right to be the cause of his embarrassments. Still, having him in my dream was worthy of future touches to myself. I sat up and before I headed down for a much-needed cup of coffee and a few private minutes to collect my thoughts I changed from my nightgown to an oversized tee shirt. not something I would wear outside the house but more comfortable for hanging out in. I had a busy day planned ahead so may as well get it started now. I placed my nightgown on the bed and slipped the tee over my head. as I pulled it down I glanced at my naked body.

Maybe I wouldn’t win a swimsuit competition but I liked what I seen. For a woman of my age I thought I looked pretty damn good. I let the shirt fall and admired how my boobs could still keep the eyes on focus. I wish my ass was a little smaller but we can’t have everything. I’d rather have a bigger butt to go with bigger boobs than a sweet little butt and boobs so small they would get lost in Ernie’s smaller hands. I wondered if I should wear more, at least panties, i was after all what I assumed to be his mother’s age. Na, I said, I have nothing to hide from Ernie, if he wants to look at my boobs or my butt, who cares, he can and I wouldn’t let it bother me.

I went out in the hall and noticed Ernie, like me, slept with his bedroom door open. I went to look in on him and he was out like a light. Sleeping with a sheet covering what I knew was a cute body. I stood there in his doorway watching him sleep. I felt something unusual for him, something that made me smile. Ernie was rapidly becoming important to me. He made me feel alive and more than that he made me feel wanted, something everyone wants to have. I leaned against the door frame for no other reason than watch his peaceful mind rest. Ernie had me star struck and he wasn’t even old enough to shave. I felt a deep sigh as I left him to sleep and went to begin my day.