“Oh, you’re wearing a loincloth?” Ana asked after affectionately running her hand along Michael’s side, surprised to find that her son wore anything to bed. The two of them had only just settled in under her blanket after she insisted they share on such a frigid night. Their small dwelling was old and didn’t do well in storms.
“Well, uh yeah, I’m sleeping in the same bed as you,” Michael responded, embarrassment creeping into his voice. That was strange, Ana could have sworn she saw the outline of his penis as she beckoned him into her bed, it almost seemed too pronounced for him to have been wearing any undergarment.
“Michael,” She said sternly, turning around under their blankets and lying on her side to face him, her generous breasts flopping to her left side, piled on top of one another. “You really shouldn’t make any changes to your normal routine if you want any chance of sleeping during a storm like this.” She said, her voice soft but authoritative as always. “So take ’em off!”