Manya lay flat on the floor on her back and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a mild trance, Deen opened the bottle, poured some oil into his palms and looked enquiringly at his sprawled out Mom.
“My legs first Deen,” she said, spreading them apart slightly.
Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother’s calves and feet first. They felt good and well toned. The shape of his mother’s calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen’s hands went past her knees to reach her glorious, fleshy thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His mother’s thighs felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya’s thighs, about three inches from her naked pussy. Deen couldn’t see her pussy lips but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to take care not to show it, but her body betrayed her. Every time her son’s fingers brushed deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and palm to administer some strong groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother’s belly.
The sexy mother gasped as her son’s hands oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his mother’s moans and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her lower belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why Binu was obsessed with his mother’s belly. Indeed it was a ripe treasure. And it carried a current that sent its charge right through his palm and spine. Both mother and son knew they couldn’t take this erotic session for too long.
Manya suddenly turned on her belly, presenting her naked back to her son. “Do my back now Deen”, she moaned huskily.
Deen took one look at his mother. Her entire back was exposed right up to her butt crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her pussy. He could see the sides of her full breasts as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was palpable.