Mary Reynolds surfaced from a deep sleep. "Wha....?" She struggled to come awake. "Davey! What on earth...?"

"The rain's come in the window and wet my bed," the young boy repeated.

Mary could hear the rain pelting against the roof and see her eleven-year-old son silhouetted against the window in the dark. She didn't feel like getting up to change a bed at this time of the night. She glanced at the digital display on the alarm. 12:47! She could hear Ray's heavy breathing behind her and knew he was asleep.

"Mum? I'm cold. Can I get into your bed?"

That was the most sensible and easiest thing to do, but there was a problem. Both she and Ray slept nude. Davey was eleven. What would he think? But if she got up to change his bed, he would still see her naked. Mary's sleep-clouded mind tried to make a decision. What the hell! It was her son. And her bed. He would probably be so tired he wouldn't even notice. She could get up before him in the morning and that would be that.

"Okay, Davey. Hop in, love." She held the bedclothes back and moved over in the bed, causing Ray to grumble and shift position. She felt Davey get into the bed. Her hands brushed his pyjamas as he slid in. "You're wet!" she exclaimed. "Your pyjamas are damp, honey. You can't sleep in those. You'd better take them off."

"But, mum....I don't have any undies on," blurted Davey.

Mary almost giggled at the situation. Looks like the three of them would have to sleep together nude. "Its okay, Davey. I've seen you before," she told him, thinking 'but you haven't seen me'.

"But that was when I was little," Davey said embarrassedly. "I'm big, now."

Mary smiled to herself. "Davey, its okay, honey. I promise I won't look. You can't sleep in this bed with those damp pjs and you can't sleep in your own bed if its wet."

Davey grunted, and she felt him moving under the blankets removing his pants, then saw him sit up and take off his top and drop them both to the floor. He then lay back down under the blankets, not touching his mother. She could tell he was acutely embarrassed. She turned towards him, making him jump when her knee touched his leg. She put her hand softly on his bare chest, feeling his heart pounding.

"Just try to get to sleep, hon," she said softly. "You'll probably always sleep naked when you get older. Just relax and enjoy it." She gave him a kiss on his cheek then lay back down, sensing he was still lying there quite tense. She closed her eyes and tried to get back to sleep. Ray turned over against her back and she felt the semi-hard slug of his penis nestle between her buttocks. He was still asleep but usually always had a hard-on or a semi most of the time. She liked it like that and they had a very exciting sex-life, with no inhibitions or taboos between them. She wished Davey was in his own bed and she could coax Ray into sticking his wonderful cock up her backside. The thought made her shiver and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling herself moist and hot between her legs. She could smell her arousal. With a soft sigh she snuggled her buttocks back against her sleeping husband and his arm came around her, cupping her rounded breast. His fingers flexed on the firm mound then relaxed as his sleep deepened once more.

The room was quiet, just the distant sound of the heavy rain on the tiles and outside. Mary slowly drifted, not asleep but enjoying the coccoon of warmth nestled between her two naked men, husband and son. Her hand resting over Davey's chest was unconsciously gently rubbing over and around her son's nipple and she was unaware of doing it. It was in response to Ray's penis slowly stiffening in the valley between her buttocks, the large organ swelling and lengthening as it pressed against her flesh. Her breathing quickened and she squirmed against her husband's nakedness, hoping to wake him enough to get him inside her. Her hand moved from her son's chest to his bare belly before she realised what she was doing.

A tiny voice inside her urged her on. "Go on! Feel your boy. Feel how firm and smooth his skin is - how flat his belly is. Different to the softer, more mature feel of your husband. And no hair! Go on...feel down lower! Don't you wonder what his cock feels like? How big it is?"

Mary tensed up. She did want to feel her son. He did feel firm and smooth and warm. Her fingers spread over his belly, the tips of ring and little finger just touching the firm curve of his pubic mound.

"Just an inch or so lower and you'll touch his cock!" the voice in her head encouraged. "Is he stiff? Why don't you find out?".....(cont)