After a minute or so, Mom surprised me twice.
1. She asked, “Honey, I need you to really rub the lotion into my skin. Can you do what your father used to do and straddle me so you can put some muscle into it?”
I stammered, my cock again twitching in its restrictive trunks, “S-s-sure Mom.”
“Good boy,” she said, as I tentatively straddled Mom so I was actually sitting over her legs, my cock almost poking against her butt.
“Anything for you, Mom,” I repeated, trying to hint just how much I wanted to fuck her.
“Be careful what you say, dear,” Mom said, her tone playful. “I may take you up on that offer.”
Deciding I had to at least hint at my excitement, and the true intent of my words, I leaned forward to rub the lotion in, my hard cock deliberately poking between Mom’s plump ass cheeks as I repeated, my tone trying to sound as suave as possible, “I do mean anything, Mom. You can use me as you wish.”
I was worried she would object when she felt my cock poking her, but she said something crazy instead.
2. She asked, “Can you pull the strings of my top, honey? I hate tan lines.”
My cock twitched against her ass as I stammered, “S-s-sure, Mom.”
I leaned forward at an angle where if we were both naked I’d be sliding my cock into her ass… God, I’d fantasized doing just that a million times (and that’s not even hyperbole).
I tugged at the thin strings that had somehow been holding up her large breasts and watched them fall to both sides.
Like the pervert I am, I leaned to my left to see how much of Mom’s breast I could see… which unfortunately wasn’t as much as I wanted, although it was still a sight to behold.
She said, “The lotion, honey,” seeming to know exactly what I was doing, particularly that I wasn’t doing what she’d asked me to do.
“Sorry,” I apologized, “I got distracted.”
“By what?” she asked, even though her tone implied she knew.
“The water skiers,” I lied, as I poured more suntan lotion on her back and began rubbing it in.
“Oh, okay,” she answered, sounding disappointed at my boring answer.
As I kept rubbing, my cock still resting against her ass crack, I wondered if I was reading more into her tone than was there.
Every few seconds I flinched my cock against her ass cheeks, wanting her to know the impact she was having on me… wanting her to know what I meant by I’ll do anything!
Not once did she move away or acknowledge its prodding, which could be read a few ways.
1. She noticed it, but didn’t feel comfortable scolding me about it.
2. She didn’t notice it, which would be pretty humiliating.
3. She did notice it, liked it, but wasn’t sure what to say or do… I am her son, after all.
Either way I was all hormones, and they increased when she asked, “I know this may be awkward, but can you rub the lotion right down to the top of my bikini bottom? That’s where I really burn.”
“Of course, Mom,” I nodded, that request instantly escalating my hopes, as everything she encouraged me to do was keeping my remote dream alive.
“You’re such a sweet boy,” my Mom said, as I flinched my cock three obvious times against her ass before reluctantly getting off her.