It was my birthday yesterday. After having a dinner party with some friends at my place, a little drunk by the end of the evening, I was cleaning the kitchen and talking to my sister over the phone. I was also a little horny, because I mildly flirted with one of my friends at the party. I was telling my sister how stupid I was to flirt with the friend. She was pushing me to pursue things further with this friend, and I said "oh please, he doesn't want my itty bitty titties." That's when I heard my son's voice, "mom." I looked back and he was standing there. I could hear my sister laughing. I disconnected the call, and looked at my son. I was still wearing my party outfit, a purple skirt and an off-white high neck sleeveless top.

"When did you get here? What are you doing here at this hour!"

"Just now. I got cake and wine. I had classes, and then I had to drive all the way here. It's still your birthday, chill out."

"Did you just... hear that? Why didn't you say something when you walked in?"

"That was a funny conversation, well, before the last bit." He laughed.

"So you were just standing there listening to me?"

"It was funny."

"I'm going to need that wine to forget what just happened." I laughed too.

"It's good I got you your favorite one."

We then made some space for the cake on the table in the living room, and I cut the second cake of the day and started having some wine. My sister texted me four laughing emojis. My son and I were talking about random things while watching standup shows on the TV. After I was more than a little drunk, I said "I'm sorry you had to hear that." He reassured me that it was alright, and said in a funny tone "I'm sure your friend would appreciate them." I was drunk enough, and horny enough, to take that as a compliment. I said "Shut up!" But I wanted him to say more. I guess I was a bit needy last night. I continued "They just look appreciable in this outfit" and laughed. It took him a while to respond, but he said "That they do. You really don't need to feel insecure about them. I mean..." and before he could finish, I stopped him and said "Okay that's enough about my boobs" and laughed again. I was half drunk, but I know I was pretending to be very drunk.

After a few more sips, I told him that I needed to rest. I first put my head on the other side of the couch, but realized that I was wearing a skirt, and that it would be weird to put my legs on his side of the couch. Then I put a pillow against his thigh and put my head on it and said "This should work. Don't let me sleep. Keep talking, I just need to get a little sober." He talked for a while but then he stopped because my responses were short. Then he said "What gifts did you get?" I didn't respond. Something really sinister got in my head and I pretended to be asleep. It was a bit dark too, with only the light from the screen lighting the room. I was resting on my back, and I opened my eyes slightly and liked how my legs looked in the skirt and heels. I wanted him to admire me. But I simply wasn't prepared for just how much he was willing to admire.

It took him about half an hour (or that's how long it felt like) to keep his hand on my shoulder. I didn't move. He pulled his hand away. A few minutes later, I felt his hand right at the edge of my bra. I didn't move. I was wearing a thin bra, because I didn't want the outline of the bra to show under my slightly tight top. He let his hand stay there. Then he traced the bra with his finger, trying to get a feel for what I was wearing. His movements were imperceptibly slow. He then moved his hand over my bra, let it stay there, cupped it, and gave it a little squeeze. I have experienced a lot of hot and horny moments, but nothing matched the sheer rush of how I felt when he squeezed my boob. He then moved his finger around and found my nipple. He was gently flicking it. He tried to get it between his fingers but he could not. He then rolled his finger around my nipples, and then nothing happened for a while. Then, he pressed around my nipple with his palm, and tried to grab my nipple again. This time, he succeeded, but I don't know if he knows he did. I felt a slight pinch on them, and involuntarily moved a little. He instantly took his hand away. I waited for more but nothing happened. After some time, he woke me up and I pretended to wake up. The rest of the night was uneventful, except for when I touched myself thinking about what had just happened.