But…
For some reason, with him, my son… it felt different… it felt wrong… it felt taboo.
“Mm that feels good.” He moaned.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you or you get too hot…”
“Not at all.” He whispered.
He shifted, and I felt his glutes moves like rolls along my inner thigh and crotch.
“Breath.” I quietly breathed out, and in, “breath… relax… shhhh.”
I scooted my body down lower, straddling his thighs now. I slid the throw a bit more to the center of his crack, doing my best to keep him covered properly.
As I massaged into his meaty cheeks, I slowly found myself running my fingers back underneath the throw. I moved to his inner thigh, working the length of the muscle. I worked up, following his thigh, to his crotch, letting my fingers move underneath again.
“Breath…” I moaned… maybe more for myself than him.
I pushed the throw over, exposing the crack of his butt. It was dark with hair.
I stared down at his body, my own body numb with fear? Not fear… maybe I was anxious…
I could see his sack peeking out between his legs, just below the dark crack of his butt.
I kneaded, pushing into his cheeks, designating one hand to each side. Every time I kneaded, his cheeks would part, showing his hairy sacred private hole.
I felt my mind pulling at me to stop, but my body wouldn’t let me.
I slowly moved down my son’s thighs, squeezing hard, massaging him, moving down his calves to his feet. I rubbed him, pampering him. I cracked his toes, and worked the sole of his feet.
“Ugh…” he grunted.
“Does it feel okay, sweetie?” I asked him, wanting a real answer.
He cocked his head, as if to try and look at me, “Amazing.” He said, then rested his head back into place.
“Mm good…” I replied and paused.
I looked down at his body. This was my son, my boy. But, now as I looked down at him, his muscles, his body covered in hair, he was no longer a boy… he was a man.
I suddenly got a strange urge to kiss him. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, but something moved my lips to his feet, and I gave him a soft kiss on the heel.
“Mm.” He moaned.
I worked his foot with my hands, as I pulled his leg into me, I leaned in and kissed at his calf.
“Ahh…” he shifted, “this feels great.”
I slowly lowered his leg to the floor, and massaged up his calf, the back side of his knee, moving back up his thigh. I exhaled hard, and I leaned in and kissed his right butt cheek.
I immediately felt his body shudder, and then the goosebumps like braille on my lips.
“God…” he barely got the words out of his mouth.
His entire body was pulsating beneath my touch, and I felt the rush go straight to my vagina.
Something was happening to him. Something was happening to me.
His body was reacting in a way I could have never imagined. He was in the midst of an orgasm.
“Shhhhhhh… just breath, sweetie…”
I let my nails tickle his lowers back as I attempted to soothe him. Every touch, and shudder, I found myself fighting back my own taboo climax.
I shut my eyes tightly, and I imagined the snow, a snowman, anything to fight against where my mind was at… where it was going.
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