Queen Emma readies herself for the arrival of her son, Prince Henry

Today a big day, today was the day her son, Henry, was coming home to Doha, Qatar from London, England. A banner day, if she could have a parade and set off fireworks, even though a bit over the top for her imagined prince of a son, she would. Thinking of nothing and no one else but him, she was physically, emotionally, and sexually excited to see him after not having seen him for more than a year. Seemingly as if forever, she hadn't seen him since last fall when he left to begin his senior year at the university in London. As if they were never ending lyrics of a song that continually played through her head and interrupted her thoughts, the words that her son was coming home today ran through her mind in the way when she was a little girl excited over Christmas.

As if Henry was Santa Claus coming to her house for Christmas instead of her son returning home to live with her, she couldn't wait for him to arrive. If only she could, if only she dared, and if only she was his lover instead of his mother, she'd give him her special, welcoming home gift of sex. Nothing more than a perverse sexual fantasy she's been having on a regular basis, sexually it was something that she'd never do but something she enjoyed thinking that she would do if the opportunity presented itself. If only he'd make the first move, there's no telling what she'd do in answer to his sexual request. Shocking the shit out of him by physically showing him how much she missed him, she'd love to fall to her knees, unzip him, and pull out his prick to suck him as soon as he walked through her front door.

"Welcome home Henry," she imagined looking up at him with her big, blue eyes and his erect prick in her horny hand before engulfing him in her mouth.

Wouldn't she totally surprise him if she wrapped her motherly fingers around his cock and stroked him before blowing him? Wouldn't her giving him the sexual gift of oral sex tell him not only how happy she was to see him but also how much she missed him? Depending if he had an erection or not, wouldn't his engorged cock tell her how happy he was to see her and how much he missed her? Even though it was only a sexual fantasy and one that she so enjoyed having in the privacy of her bedroom or while taking a long bath, she couldn't help but have the feeling that she's sucked her son many times before.

"Mom?" She imagined him looking down at her stunned and saying while she sucked him. "What are you doing?"

'What am I doing? Now that's a dumb question for someone so smart. I'm blowing you. I'm sucking your cock,' she imagined saying while masturbating herself to her sexual fantasy of blowing her son. 'I'm sucking your cock while stroking your cock, that's what I'm doing,' she said imagining removing his cock from her mouth to speak.

If only she could say all of that to him, she would. She wanted to say so much more than that but not wanting to speak with her mouth full, she didn't say anything at all. She just imagined sucking her son while masturbating herself. If anything, she imagined showing him the sexual desire she had for him while confessing the incestuous lust she had for him by her actions. Nonetheless, lost in her sexual fantasy of him walking through her door again, she continued imagining their first time together.

"I'm welcoming you home in the way that any loving mother should welcome her son home," she said after having unzipped him, stuck her hand in his underwear, and pulled out his prick to fondle him and stroke him. "Welcome home Henry," she imagine saying while looking up at him before taking his cock in her motherly mouth to suck him. She imagined herself being the happiest she's been in a very long time.

"Um, it's good to be home Mom," she imagined him saying while looking down at his mother looking up at him with her mouth filled with his erect prick.

Not pushing her away and not rejecting her, instead she imagined him putting a gentle hand to the back of her head. She imagined him humping her mouth and fucking her face with his hips. She imagined him reaching his hand down inside of her blouse and bra to fondle her big breasts and finger her erect nipples. She imagined him cumming in her mouth and her swallowing.

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Not only was Henry coming home for the Christmas holiday but also he was coming home to stay. He was coming home to live with her again until he found a job in his chosen career path and until he could afford to get his own place to live. Back then, when she first divorced her husband, Henry split his time to live with his father in New York and with her in Boston. Now that he's an adult, choosing her to live with in Qatar instead of with his dad in America, he decided to live with her until he could find work in his field of study and afford his own place.

Where better for him to study architecture but in an area where there are some of the richest countries in the world? Where better for him to study design but in the wealthiest country in the world, Qatar? Attending the university in London, after graduation, too busy with his studies to see the sights of his surroundings, before leaving there to live with his mother, he decided to travel the country to explore, England, Wales, Ireland, and Scotland.

A very long time away from her, as if he had enlisted in the military and was stationed overseas or as if he had committed a crime and was incarcerated in prison, he stayed in the United Kingdom for another six months. After four, long years away from him, six, long months of writing e-mails to him nearly every day and talking to him on the phone, six more months of not seeing him was utter torture for her. Understandably, perhaps that's why she dreamt of him. Perhaps that's why she sexually fantasized about him. Perhaps because she's been so very sexually frustrated lately, her love for her son in missing him somehow entwined with her horniness and manifested with her lustful sexual desires for him by materializing in her sexual fantasies and dreams.

Yet, other than her commonsense explanation, she had no other explanation why she was dreaming of having sex with her son throughout history and throughout all of her incestuous dreams. Perhaps she felt safer sexually dreaming about him by dreaming about him in other times and places. Obviously telling if only from her dreams of him and her sexual fantasies where he played the starring role, now that he's a man instead of a boy, whatever explanation she thought she had, there was no doubt she was sexually attracted to him. She just hoped that she didn't embarrass herself once he finally appeared at the front door of her villa. Wanting him sexually so very much, she had to physically, emotionally, and sexually control herself from jumping his bones.

Yet, with incest a taboo and their sexual union forbidden, the fact remained that she's his mother and he's her son. Nonetheless the laws that forbid incest in most countries around the world, the Islamic law recognized in Qatar allows men to have four wives. Nonetheless the laws that allow polygamy in Qatar and that forbid incest, interestingly enough, polygamous marriages are on the decline while incest and incestuous marriages are on the rise. Go figure. Obviously just in the case of Adam and Eve, the forbidden fruit was much more wanted and tastier than the available fruit of a bride not blood related. Judging from the aforementioned but telling statistics, men would rather have sex with their mothers and aunts or marry their sisters and cousins rather than to take on more than one wife.

Being that she lived alone in Boston since her divorce and then moved to the Middle East, Henry lived mostly with his father in New York, New York. Except for the summers when Henry, occasionally visited her in Qatar and sometimes stayed over for the long weekend, Friday until Monday, she experienced months of not seeing him. With him home with her for good now, until he could afford a place of his own, the least of her sexual problems, she needed to arrange for and to adjust to her new sleeping arrangement. With the lovely view she had of the manmade lake from most of her private villa's windows, she preferred sleeping with her windows undraped. With peepers unable to see in through the tinted, tempered glass, she could still see out. Instead of having an intrusive alarm clock awakening her from her sleep, the natural light from the sunrise is what gently aroused her from her slumber. Normally sleeping in the nude with her bedroom door wide open, she had the habit of kicking off her sheet in the middle of the night when becoming hot from the temperature of her room or from the sexual heat of her dream.

Something she loved to do while lounging in bed just before arising to prepare for her day, she loved looking out her bedroom door at the expanse of her one level villa. Surveying all of her luxury accoutrements, her pictures, her furniture, her knickknacks, and her possessions, she enjoyed the inside view of her villa as much as she enjoyed the outside view of her private, manmade lake. With Henry not home to catch her without her clothes and to see his mother naked, not wanting to give him the wrong impression of her, now she'd have sleep in a nightgown with her bedroom door closed.

Accustomed to walking around her apartment naked when the maid wasn't there to see her, with him living with her again, she'd have to cover herself with a robe when making breakfast in the kitchen. In case he should walk in to talk to her, she could no longer shower and/or bath with the bedroom and bathroom doors open. She could no longer stand in her bathroom topless with her bathroom and bedroom door open while blow drying her hair and/or putting on her makeup. Not appropriate behavior for her son to see his mother topless or naked, even though she sexually fantasized otherwise, she was his mother after all and he was her son.

Admittedly, with just the thought of him seeing her without her clothes sexually arousing her, even though she'd have no problem with him seeing her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress, she didn't want him to think less of her. It was one thing for him to see her accidentally or for him to go out of his way to see what he shouldn't see of his mother by peeping on her, but it was quite another thing for him to think that she was purposely flashing him and deliberately sexually teasing him. What kind of mother would he think she had turned into to purposely flash and deliberately sexually tease her son?

After never having exhibited that kind of inappropriate, sexual behavior before, with him no doubt suspecting her incestuous motives, she couldn't just walk around topless, naked, or in her sexy lingerie around him now. Even though she'd love to walk around him topless, naked, on in her sexy lingerie, seriously, what would he think? What would he say when seeing so much of her now when he's seen so little of her before? What would he do with her constantly and continually sexually teasing him with her shapely body? For sure, he'd think that she was trying to seduce him and, of course, she was. Being that she's already had sex with him in her dreams and sexual fantasies numerous times, she'd love to have sex with him now in reality.

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Even though she'd love to see him naked, she'd love to see his naked ass and his naked cock. Whenever he visited, reluctantly respecting his privacy when he was in the shower washing his beautiful naked body, she didn't want him to think less of her by her barging in on him to see what she could see of him. On the pretense of telling him something very important that couldn't wait, she sometimes imagined opening his bathroom door and sitting on the toilet while talking to him and while watching him wash his beautiful naked body. Fantasizing about washing his chest, his back, his ass, his stomach, his legs, his arms, and his cock, she'd love to bathe him again in the way she innocently did when he was a boy. A sexual fantasy that she wished would come true, she sometimes imagined them undressing one another, stripping naked, and showering together.

Certainly the shower in her master bedroom was large enough to accommodate them both. If he so desired and with her shower pillow beneath her head, there was plenty enough room for him to lay on top of her while making love to her before fucking her against the imported Italian, marble tiles. Oh, yeah, she'd love nothing more than for him to soap up her dirty, naked body after she's soap up his magnificent, unclothe physique. Mother and son showering together, she imagined him washing her, touching her, and feeling her everywhere while she washed, touched, and felt him everywhere too.

"How sexy is that? How erotic is that? How hot is that?" She said for no one to hear.

After they're done showering together, she'd willingly agree to get all dirty with him again by having him take her, make love to her, and fuck her really hard in the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, and/or her bedroom. If only her son agreed to shower with her, she'd shower with him multiple times a day, every day. She'd never be as clean as she'd be with her son washing her while taking sexual liberties with her naked body. Helping him to get squeaky clean too, she imagined licking him clean everywhere and where no respectable mother should ever lick her son.

She imagined him pushing her up against the shower wall with the water cascading down upon them as if they were beneath a waterfall in Bali. She imagined him taking her and making love to her right then and right then. She imagined her wrapping her long, shapely legs around his hard, naked body to give him better access to her pussy. Then, not totally satisfied with fucking her pussy and unsatisfied with her having the control, she imagined him spinning her around and bending her over to take sexual control of her ass. Oh, my God, her sexual dream come true, she'd love for her son to take her vaginally and anally before taking her orally. Not bothering her one bit that his cock was buried in her ass a minute before, she'd lick him clean by sucking him after he fucked her anally.

Yet always careful what she said and what she did when around him, she didn't want her son to think that in his four year absence that his mother had become a slut and an incestuous whore. With him living with her, she could no longer walk around her large, luxurious villa naked. She couldn't flop herself in her chair wearing just her panties and a short tee shirt while drinking her coffee, eating her breakfast, watching the news, reading the newspaper, or browsing through magazines while checking messages on her phone. With her feet propped up on her chair while flashing him her trimmed, auburn pussy, she wouldn't be able to sit at her computer in her sheer, short, low cut, sexy, nearly transparent nightgown that she enjoyed wearing before removing them to sleep naked.

Something she's never done before but was horny enough and sexually attracted to him enough to do now, teasing him while hoping to seduce him, she imagined walking around him wearing her sexiest, sheerest nightgown without a modesty robe and with nothing underneath. Just the thought of wearing something that innocently exposed her semi-naked body to him made her horny and sexually aroused her. Careful to make her flashes appear accidental instead of deliberate, while using Academy Award acting performances of surprised shock that she was so exposed to him, she'd have to carefully plan her flashes. Worth the risk of exposing herself literally and figuratively, she was curious to learn if he'd look at what she was showing. She was curious what his reaction would be to all that she was showing and all that he was seeing of her. She wondered if he'd stare, leer, gawk, ogle, or look away in embarrassment. If nothing else, whether he enjoyed the show or not, the fact that she flashed him would give her fodder for her to masturbate herself later than night.

While leaning over him to serve him his breakfast, she imagined giving him a wonderful down nightgown view of her abundant breasts, her pinkish brown areolas, and her erect nipples. She wondered if he'd look and if he did look, she wondered if he'd stare. Something so unexpected but something she'd love for him to do, wouldn't it be shockingly grand if he reached his horny hand down her nightgown to cup her D cup breasts while fingering her erect nipples while kissing her? Then while picking up after him, she imagined bending at the waist in front of him to give him an up nightgown view of her naked ass and her trimmed auburn pussy. Not knowing if he was an ass man or a breast man, she wondered which view of her would sexually arouse him more, a down nightgown of her breasts or up nightgown of her ass and pussy. Surely, if those down nightgown and up nightgown sights didn't get the attention of any man, young or old, especially an American man living in an Arab land, whether he was her son or a stranger, she didn't know what would.

Then again, being that she was his mother and he was her son, she wondered if he'd even notice her breasts were on display to his beautiful, blue eyes. Maybe when flashing him her naked ass and pussy, he'd look away in shame for her and in embarrassment of himself. Perhaps he didn't think of her in the sexual way that she thought of him. Perhaps he wasn't as sexually attracted to her as she was sexually attracted to him. Perhaps her dreams and her sexual fantasies weren't shared by him. Perhaps her incestuous fantasies are only her sexual dreams and not his sexual fantasies and dreams. Perhaps, only happening in her mind, he has no memory and no recollection of living another life in another time and another place with her while having passionate sex with her.

She even imagined feigning a break-in where her son finds her bound, blindfolded, and naked. Just the thought of him finding her in such a vulnerable way made her dizzy with sexual delight. She wondered how long he'd stand there and stare at her naked body before removing her blindfold and untying her. She wondered if he'd touch and feel her if only under the pretense of untying her. She wondered if he'd hug her naked body after he freed her from her binds. In the way that she no doubt would be sexually aroused enough to have sex with him right then and right there, she wondered if he'd be sexually aroused enough to have sex with her too. Actually, in thinking about that sexy scenario, she'd love to find him bound, blindfolded, and naked. She's stare at him and leer at him before untying him to set him free. While wanting to have sex with him, she'd touch and feel him under the innocent pretense of untying him.

Alas, for her to have sex with her son, he'd have to make the first move. For her to not have the guilt of sexually teasing her son and for her not to have the remorse of seducing her son, he'd have to show her that having incestuous sex with her was all his idea. He'd have to show her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Only, not wanting to involve the police by filing a false report just for the sake of her son finally seeing her naked, with security cameras everywhere, the police would see right through her little ruse. Even though she'd get off feeling so helplessly vulnerable, she couldn't feign a break-in even though it was sexually exciting to think of that sexy, sexual scenario of being bound, blindfolded, and naked.

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While dressed in her sheerest nightgown and not wearing anything underneath, she thought of other ways to flash him without having to lie to the police and having to make up stories about being burglarized and stripped naked. While innocently working with all of the lights off but for the computer monitor, and with the thin material of her nightgown made even more transparent by the light from the monitor, he'd see more of his mother than he's ever seen before. She wondered if he'd watch her work. She wondered if he'd stare at all that she imagined he'd see. She wondered if he'd masturbate himself to all that he saw of her in the privacy of his room later. She imagined opening his bedroom door, catching him masturbating, and offering him her hand, her mouth, her pussy, and/or her ass.
With the lights off in the kitchen and while innocently looking for something to eat, as if the light emanating from open door of the refrigerator was continuous Paparazzi camera flashes, she imagined flashing him by merely standing in front of the open refrigerator door and leaning inside. She wondered if he'd watch standing there as if she was naked. She wondered if he'd stare at all that he was seeing of her through her nearly transparent nightgown. She wondered if he'd masturbate himself to all that he saw of her later. Again, she imagined opening his bedroom door to volunteer him her help.

With the lights off in the living room but for the TV, remaining there while engaging him in conversation, she imagined flashing him by standing in front of the television. Walking into his room unannounced the next morning, she imagined opening his drapes to let in the morning light. With him clearly able to see her naked form through her sheer nightgown, she imagined flashing him by greeting the morning light when opening the drapes of his room and standing there as if she was being X-rayed by a TSA agent.

She wondered if he'd watch. She wondered if he'd stare. She wondered if he'd masturbate himself to all that he saw of her later.

"Good morning Henry," she imagined saying while acting so innocent and oblivious that she was flashing her naked body to her son. She imagined seeing his erection tenting his sheet. "How did you sleep?" Again, she imagined offering him her hand, her mouth, her pussy, and/or her ass.

Unable to believe that he wouldn't, she wondered if he'd look at her, stare at her, leer at her, gawk at her, ogle her, or look away. The evidence of his appreciation in her flashing him her naked body covered only by the thinnest and sheerest material of her sexiest nightgown would be quite shockingly noticeable by his erect cock tenting his bed sheet. Unable to stop herself from sexually satisfying her son, she wondered if he'd allow her to relieve his sudden sexually stress by allowing her to give him a motherly hand job or an incestuous blowjob. She swooned at the thought of her hand around his cock stroking him. She swooned at the thought of her lips around his erection while sucking him with her hand stroking him harder and faster.

With him living with her again, the opportunities of seeing one another naked and the sexual possibilities were seemingly endless. Not ashamed to admit it, as long as she could make it appear accidental, the thought of shocking him by having him catch her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress crossed her mind more than once. She wondered if him catching her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress would sexually excite him in the way that just the thought of him seeing her without her clothes sexually excited her. She wondered if seeing her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress would inspire him to do the same with him flashing her too. She wondered if seeing her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress would inspire him to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and take her to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her hard.

Admittedly again and not ashamed to admit it, she's masturbated to imagining her son seeing bits and pieces of her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body that no son should ever see of his mother. Sexually fantasizing that she'd take her flashing a step further, as much as she'd love to watch him masturbate, she'd love for him to watch her masturbate too. She wondered if he masturbated. Of course, he must. Everyone masturbates, especially a testosterone driven, horny, young man. She wondered if he wondered if she masturbated. Of course she does. Doesn't everyone? She wondered if he'd be curious enough to watch her pleasure herself. A line he'd perhaps cross on his way to having incestuous sex with her, she'd like nothing better than to masturbate together before masturbating one another, while hoping that their mutual masturbation may lead to them having an incestuously sexual relationship with one another.

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Being that he exercises daily and is so physically fit, under the pretense of her not wanting to hurt her back, she imagined seemingly innocently and inadvertently exposing herself to him while asking him to teach her the correct form in doing crunches. She imagined walking in his room unannounced again while he was busy doing his pushups and crunches, she imagined standing over him while wearing only her short, sheer nightgown without a robe and without panties. She imagined him gazing up at her and forcing himself to make eye contact with her for him not to be caught looking up her nightgown at her naked pussy.

"Can you show me the proper way to do a crunch? Every time I try, I hurt my back," she said giving her son a feigned, painful smile while rubbing her lower back.

"Sure Mom," she imagined him saying while seemingly happy that his mother was taking an interest in exercise. "For your back to hurt, you're probably going up to high. You only have to lift yourself partway to feel the benefit of the crunch. As soon as you feel the tension in your stomach, you've gone high enough."

He showed her how to do a crunch and, while staring at his form, she imagined herself staring at the bulge his cock made in his sweatpants.

"Can you show me?"

Unable to remove her focused stare from his bulge, she imagined his cock in her hand and/or in her mouth.

"Sure," she imagined him saying while doing a couple of slow crunches to show her the correct form and while staring up her nightgown.

She watched him looking up at her while trying to advert his stare from focusing on her naked pussy. Seemingly, by his nervous look, he was enamored by his mother's naked cunt.

"That looks easy enough but every time I do one I hurt myself," she said.

Waiting for him to offer her more personal help, she hoped he'd invite her to get down on the floor across from him.

"Get down on the floor and we'll do some together," he said.

Falling for her bait, she was reeling him into her exhibitionist trap of voyeurism and incest.

"Okay," she said.

Getting down to his level ladylike without flashing him any part of her, she tucked her nightgown in around her. One of her nightgown straps already fell to her forearm exposing the tops of her breasts and more of her cleavage to him.

"Now move up your knees and with your knees tight together try lifting up to do a crunch while I hold your ankles," he said.

Only as soon as he sat partway up, her knees parted and she flashed him her pussy. She watched him at look what she was so boldly exposing between her legs before she imagined him looking away in embarrassment. Then, as soon as she did a second crunch, her other nightgown strap fell to her forearm. With the top of her nightgown slowly sliding down her breasts and finally stopping short of revealing her areolas, she imagined her nightgown moving higher and higher until her trimmed pussy was peeking out the bottom.

Literally, there were hundreds of ways for her to flash her son her underwear clad, semi-naked, and naked body while making her flashes appear accidental. If only he'd play her game too by deliberately flashing her his cock while seemingly making it appear accidental, she imagined all the hot, sexy, exhibitionism and voyeurism fun they could have. Imagining more sexy flashing scenarios, she imagined holding the ladder steady while he stood on a ladder to change a light bulb. Wearing his pajama bottoms and nothing else, with him stretching to screw the bulb in the sock, she imagined his pajama slowly falling lower and lower until his cock and testicles were exposed to her. Only, if he exposed himself in that way, she didn't know if she could control herself from taking him in her hand before taking him in her mouth.

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In the way she so loves having anal sex, she wondered if he's had anal sex. She'd like nothing better than for him to surprise her and take her from behind while reaching up his hands to fondle her big breasts and finger her erect nipples. Not resisting him, never would she resist him, she'd allow him to have his wicked, sexual, anal way with her beautiful ass. In one of her stranger dreams, she had a dream of her son taking her anally while she gave birth to his baby, a girl that they named after the mythical God of love, Aphrodite.

She'd love nothing more than to open his bedroom door without knocking to catch him masturbating to a computer video while wearing headphones. With him not knowing she was standing there staring as he stroked himself, she'd love to watch him cum while imagining that he was ejaculating while thinking of her naked and having sex with her. Returning the favor in kind, she'd love for him to catch her masturbating when wearing headphones while listening to music with her eyes closed. In the way that she'd love to watch him ejaculating, she wondered if he'd stand there and watch her fondle her breasts, finger her nipples, and rub her clit while having a quiet orgasm.

"How hot is that to watch one another masturbate? As a prelude to passionate sex, how hot would that be for me to masturbate my son while he masturbated me?" She cupped her breast with the thought of her catching her son masturbating and her son catching her masturbating. "Wow!"

With her feeling comfortable in exposing her lingerie clad, topless, or even naked body to him, as long as it appeared accidental, ideally, she wished he'd allow her to catch him naked first. After seeing him naked, in fairness, cock for tits, in her mind that would be acceptable for her to flash him and for Henry to see her topless or even naked. Having imagined his cock in her sexual fantasies and sexy dreams lots of times before while imagining having sex with him, she'd love to see his flaccid prick in person before seeing it fully aroused and before imagining his engorged penis penetrating her. Yet, unable to cross the line of incest, she was caught up in the imagined mother and son incestuous protocol of how to go about flashing him. In her sexually frustrated thoughts of seducing him, while wishing that he'd seduce her, she wondered if he's as sexually interested in her as she is in him. Unable to make the first move, fearing she'd be embarrassed and humiliated if he rejected her, she was uncomfortable exposing her naked body to him first.

Something that she was uncomfortable initiating, she'd willingly expose herself to him if he exposed his naked body to her first. She'd willingly expose herself to him if only he caught him peeping on her. She was curious how he'd react to seeing her naked. Curious about how she'd react, she wondered how she should act if he saw her naked. Being that she so wants to show him her naked body, she probably wouldn't act like the morally modest mother that she should act like.

Curious about how she'd react, she wondered how she should act if she saw him naked. Being that she's so very sexually attracted to him, she probably couldn't help herself from staring, leering, and gawking actually in the way that she imagined him staring, leering, and gawking at her naked body. Being that she's so sexually attracted to him, if she was to see him naked, she probably couldn't help herself from taking his cock in her hand to stroke him before falling to her knees to suck him and before allowing him to fuck her. If only he'd flash her his naked body, she'd flash him her naked body too.

Excited that he'd be home soon, not taking the time to dawdle, she took a shower to begin the long process of dressing expressly for him. Normally when late for work, out the door in twenty minutes, she could shower, throw something on, fix her face and hair, and grab something to eat while drinking her coffee. Planning her vacation around his return, she had a month off to be with him to go places night and day or to stay home to watch a movie and to cuddle. After having so very many sexual dreams about him she couldn't help herself from imagining him kissing her and making out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere. Returning back to reality, she wondered what he'd want to do and where he'd want to go. Only, after erasing him cuddling her, kissing her, and feeling from her horny mind, no doubt he'd want to hang out with his friends instead of with his mother.

With Qatar changing so much in four years, she had a list of places to take him and things to show him. She'd love to hang out at the beach with him all day and go swimming in the Persian Gulf. Imagining him rubbing suntan lotion on her nearly naked body, she imagined them secretly and serendipitously touching and feeling one another while submerged up to their necks in the water. Exposing her breasts to him, she imagined an errant wave removing her bikini top in the way she wished he would. With her big breasts bouncing and jiggling while she ran in the water after her top, she imagined enlisting his help to retrieve her bikini top. Then, with his wide eyes filled with the reflection of her big breasts, she immodestly and immorally had him block the view of others seeing her putting on her bikini bra.

"Don't look at my tits Henry. Please don't look at my tits," she imagined saying while watching him staring at her exposed breasts. "God, I'm so very embarrassed," she imagined saying while feigning her embarrassment that she was finally exposing her breasts to her son in real life and not just in her dreams and sexual fantasies.

To be continued...