Allowing my son to masturbate over my body(2)

I heard another gentle knock at my door.

"Is that you Mark? I'm still in bed, come in and tell me what you need," I said.

Mark put his head around the door and looked at me, all tousled and wrapped in my sheets. He entered my room, wearing shorts and a t shirt, and stood holding the door.

"What's up?" I asked, and turned to look at my alarm clock. It was 6.30. "You're up early, aren't you?"

Mark looked at me curiously. "Mom, did something happen last night?"

"What do you mean," I asked, "We were both in bed by 10.00pm.What could have happened?"

"I don't know," Mark said, shaking his head and looking down at the carpet, "I just woke up. I had really weird dreams."

"Really?" I said sympathetically, "What about? Nothing bad I hope?"

"Well it's embarrassing to talk about, but just stuff……