“Mm, I guess,” she said. “The oil’s at my nightstand.”
I got up and took it. I poured some oil in my palms and proceeded to massage the bare part of her waist. Slowly, my hands crept under her shirt along her back. Mum didn’t say anything, so I continued to move higher.
“Wait,” she said suddenly.
I was stunned. Did she know what I wanted?
“Let me take off my shirt so it won’t get in your way.” She sat up, her back towards me. “No peeking!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes! There was my mum, sitting next to me, and she was pulling her T-shirt over her head. My eyes nearly popped out when I looked at the middle of her back, where the strap for her bra should be, and there was none! She was absolutely topless, just as I had suspected! Mum threw the shirt down on the floor, then lay back on her front.
“Okay, carry on.” I just sat there, looking at my mum’s bare back. It was amazing! Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined this! I hesitated long enough for her to turn and look at me.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
Her voice jolted me and I quickly turned my attention from her back to her face. “Erm, sure, sure,” I stammered. She smiled and turned back. I poured some oil on her back and massaged it slowly. As I did, she started talking about her job. Apparently, she didn’t really enjoy it. She complained about her condescending boss and her unhelpful colleagues. But she had no choice, it was the only job she could get so she had to stick with it. She went on and on as I massaged her entire back. Soon, her back was glowing with the oil.
I looked down at her waist. It was hardly touched. I started to massage it but her shorts kept getting in the way. Would she take the hint and take it off too? I waited for it but she never offered to do so.
Finally, I said, “Mum, do you mind if I, erm, pull your shorts down a bit?”
“Why?” she asked.
“So I can properly massage your lower back.”
She thought about it, then said, “Okay, but not too low.”
I could have jumped for joy right there and then but I restrained myself. I had to do this right or I would never get another chance. I gripped the waistband of her shorts and pulled it down. I didn’t stop, waiting for her to give the signal. When the top of her ass cheeks was exposed, she mumbled, “Stop there.” Reluctantly, I let go of her shorts.
Then another idea came to my head. I got up and sat on her legs with my crotch directly at her bottom.She turned around. “What are you doing?”
“It’s better this way, mum,” I said, “so I can massage you more effectively.”
“Really?”
I nodded. Inside, I prayed that she wouldn’t understand what I really meant.
“Oh well, okay.”
A wide grin spread across my face.
My erect penis under my shorts was pressing on her shorts-covered ass and it rubbed against her as I massaged her lower back. This was really wonderful! I moved my hands lower but when I touched the top of her ass, her hand grabbed mine. “Not too far down, David,” she said. If I couldn’t go lower, then the only way was up. To her surprise, I rubbed my hands all the way up her sides and my fingers touched the sides of her breasts. She yelped. “What was that before?”