I thought maybe I’d show my hand a bit more, see if it would give him a direction he wanted to go.
“She came by…”
“Yeah…” he acknowledged it nonchalantly.
“She was upset Steven…”
He turned to face me, upset, “she’s a prude mom!” He ran his hands through his hair and over his face, “fuck…”
I hadn’t heard him swear in a long time, possibly ever.
“I’m sorry.” He paused, suddenly being drawn back to this day and time, “I’m sorry mom. I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t.” I rubbed his back, up to his neck and in through his hair to the back of his skull. “Don’t do that, Steven. You deserve the best, period.”
He looked over at me, “god that feels great.”
I laughed, “well I’m no massage therapist anymore!”
Back in the day, when he was a boy, I would do massage therapy at a mall at one of the chair massage places. Once a month, I’d work out of a studio. It was a little extra cash that helped with his upbringing.
“It still feels great.” He sighed, letting go of some of the built up stress.
I wasn’t sure if I should address the prude part or not. I chose not to at the moment.
“I’ll tell you what…” I looked around the room, “get comfortable, and put the throw over you laying face down. I’m going to run up and use the restroom. When I come back down, I’ll give you an hour massage… see if I can’t get rid of all that built up tension. Deal?”
He laughed. “Deal, mom.”
By the time I got back downstairs, he was laying facedown under the throw just like I had told him to.
Between the storm and the time, the room was getting dark.
“Let me light a couple candles.” I said as I searched the kitchen for some matches.
Between the couple of candles, and the fire, there was a nice orange color illuminating the room.
I grabbed some lotion, and kneeled down beside my son.
I opened a small bottle of eucalyptus and held it near his nose. “Breath in with your nose, sweetie.”
I listened to him inhale, exhale. I watched his back rise and fall. I grabbed at the blanket covering his body, and I folded it down just above the crack of his buttocks.
I dug my fingers into him, kneading him, his muscles flexing with every press. “Mm relax, sweetie… let go.”
I worked his back, listening to him moan and groan. He needed this. And, I think he wanted it. I could feel his body relax, sinking into the ground beneath us.
“Relax…” I told him again, as I moved the throw off of his legs, exposing his buttocks, and thick thighs, I tucked the material into his crotch, protecting his most private areas. “Yes, breath… let go of your stress.” I said to him again, as I held the eucalyptus back up to his nose.
His bottom was thick, and muscular. It was hairy. A lot hairier than his father, but not quite as hairy as Roger. His thighs were the same, thick, muscular and hairy. I rubbed the lotion into him, digging the tips of my fingers into his thighs, rubbing the length of the inner leg.
“Mmmm” he moaned.
I accidentally… let the tips of my fingers run underneath the blanket, and I grazed his private area. My body went stiff with embarrassment.
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