I hadn’t. I’d been simply admiring her face but sensing she wanted me to comply, I said I had.
“You have really nice boobs is all,” I admitted and her smile broadened.
“Oh really! Is that what you think?” She laughed. “Well I don’t think a boy should be looking at his mother’s breasts.”
Her hand had brought me to a full erection and she was concentrating more on applying the cream to my length than the testicles she was so concerned about prior.
“I don’t know,” I challenged. “I mean it’s only fair, you’ve seen pretty much all of me.”
“Oh, is that right!?” She removed her hand from my cock and for an instant I thought I’d overstepped the boundary. She instead reached again for the cream before pausing and looking back at me. “Do you really want to see them?” She asked seeming surprised and I managed a nod.
She didn’t even take the time to think twice, reaching up and scooping one then the other breast from her top and bra, exposing her tits obscenely. I got harder! And she noticed.
“Oh, look at you,” she laughed at the twitching of my cock before she once more obtained more cream. “I’m nearly out,” she observed, lathering the cream again into my cock and balls. It was now I was thankful I’d jerked off in the shower. Her tits out, legs spread wide in that I could see the mound of pussy in her athletic tights, and her hand essentially jerking me off, I would surely have cum just as quickly as the night before. Not now. Now I was ready for the long haul. If she wanted me to cum again, she’d have to work for it.
No longer feigning any therapeutic massage, Mom furiously beat her hand along my length, a determined look on her face, even biting her lip. “Does that feel any better Darling?” She looked up into my eyes.
“It feels so good Mom,” I admitted, wanting to tell her I loved her for it. For everything.
“Do you think you’ll…”
I knew she wanted to say ‘cum,’ but couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
“No,” I shook my head and to my surprise, she looked disappointed.
“Oh,” she was clearly shocked. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“Oh no. No way,” I quickly reassured her. “It’s just maybe I need a little more… I don’t know, stimulus?”
She frowned and looked down at her boobs, her nipples so hard.
“Well, I want to make sure you’re working correctly down there,” she stated. “Is there anything else I can do to help you?”
She’d opened Pandora’s box.
“I mean,” I sheepishly ventured. “If it’d be okay. Only if you want to. Maybe I could see your…your,” I looked down between her legs and she immediately understood what I wanted.
“Oh! You want to see my vagina?” She exclaimed; no offense discernible in her articulation.
I nodded my assent and she was quick to comply. Her hands taken from my cock, she rose before me and took hold of the high waist band of her leggings. In one sweeping movement, they slid down her thighs revealing she wore no panties beneath. Even from my perspective I could see the wetness that had saturated her gusset and the scent of a woman wafted up as she once more stood straight in front of me. “I suppose it can’t hurt,” she almost whispered. “A boy seeing his mother naked.”
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