“Yeah, I tried wake you, but you were sleeping like a log.”
I could almost read the guilt in her voice.
“Didn’t feel a thing,” I shrugged and pointedly looked at her and then her breasts and then lower. Her face turned crimson.
I wanted to make her even more helpless. I walked over to her and looked at her face.
“Mom, can you massage my head a little?”
They were seated on a wide comfy couch with leg rests. My mom shuffled uneasily while I started to lie my head on her lap and my thighs conveniently across Aunt Amy’s lap. Aunt Amy smiled nervously as she tried to act natural and finally managed to lay her hands across my thighs inches away from my skirt which had by now ridden up to my panties. She tried hard not to look at my body but her instincts took over leaving her no choice but to run her eyes all over my body.
“Mom?” I prompted her to start massaging my head.
“Can you massage my feet Aunt Amy?” I asked, literally fluttering my eyelids at her. Aunt Amy reached towards her left and started to rub my feet with her breasts rubbing against my thighs. For a moment I was almost scared to think what would happen next.
My moms hands were shaking as she massaged my scalp. I could see her breasts just above my face. They started to move in concert with her rhythmic massage. My nipples stood up against my thin t-shirt and she didn’t need glasses to notice my hard nipples.
“Mom, can you get my magazine?”
The magazine was on the center table and was so close to her. She reached over my face and for a moment her breasts rested against my face. I relished its motherly warmth and sighed contentedly. She remained in the same position for a while longer than necessary and I didn’t mind.
I was sorry when she reached back depriving me of that soft warmth. Suddenly I had a brain wave. If I could get her to turn so that she would be parallel to my body, I would be able to entice her to move her breasts closer. So I did, exactly that. I asked her to turn toward Aunt Amy on the spacious couch so that she could give equal attention to both sides of my head. She complied without any complaints. She also spread her legs so that my head was quite close to her crotch with one foot on the floor and the other on one side of my body. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off her legs.
“Mmm.. that feels so good ladies,” I murmured. My pussy was very wet and I was sure, Aunt Amy could smell it. She kept glancing at my panties from time to time. Her breasts rubbed against my thighs and I could feel the roughness of the bra under her t-shirt.
I got hold of one of mom’s hands and pushed it towards my tummy.
“Oh mom, please rub my tummy too,” I pleaded in the most seductive voice I could muster. Her hands shook as she rubbed my tummy. I lifted my t-shirt making sure it exposed the lower end of my breasts. Her hands started to rub my tummy and she had to reach over and inevitably her breasts rubbed against my cheeks, softly smothering me. I reached back with one hand and started to rub her back. She sighed as she felt my loving hand on her back. I reached back with my other hand and pulled her closer, rubbing her back.