“Are you okay?” she asked suddenly.
“Y-yeah, why?” I stammered, pausing only a moment in my massage, then digging my fingers back into that soft flesh.
“You’re wiggling your hips,” she giggled.
“Oh-oh!” I needed to think fast. “I was just moving with the movements, kind of getting my whole body into the motions.” I continued my massage.
“Hmmm, Speaking of hips, maybe reach down there and get my glutes.” She looked over her shoulder at me.
“Glutes?” I asked. I had heard the word before but had forgotten the meaning.
“Massage your mom’s big old butt,” she said, emphasizing it with a wiggle, still looking over her shoulder at me, reading my face and gauging my reaction.
Then I remembered what glutes meant. “Oh! Okay. Yeah, no problem.” My hands glided slowly down her back, over her love handles, to the edge of her sweatpants, then into uncharted territory. I didn’t know what I was doing, I never massaged a butt before. So I just kind of squeezed them and rolled the muscles in circles. Really just opening and closing her butt-crack, over and over and over again. I must have been doing a good job because she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting out these little moans of approval.
“How is that, Mom?” I asked, opening and closing her cheeks.
She gave a thoughtful “Hmm,” before answering. “Maybe the angle would be better if you were behind me. That way you’re not reaching over me. It will all be right in front of you.” Again she looked over her shoulder at me, reading my face, gauging my reaction.
“Uh, okay,” I said, still so naive. I moved behind her. I noticed that her eyes looked down to my waist before she rested her head on her arms again. Did she see my erection? Could she tell I was so hard? I looked down at my sweatpants and the obvious bulge hiding under there. I thought, “Great, she must think I’m some kind of pervert, getting turned on by his own mother.” Boy was I wrong.
Her legs were together so when I got behind her I positioned my knees on either side of her. Her plump pussy still snug in the sweatpants. Tentatively I reached out to her buttocks, grabbing them in my hands, giving them a soft squeeze, then dragging my thumbs up either side of her cheeks to the top.
This made her moan. “Right there,” she moaned softly.
So I continued the best I could, massaging her butt. Opening and closing her cheeks, running my thumbs up and down her crack. My cock was raging in my sweatpants. I needed to jerk-off so bad. Precum was making me all sticky down there. I gazed achingly at her butt, then up her naked back to where her wavy brown hair framed her neck, the bra straps at her side, her freckles and beauty marks. She wasn’t laying her head in arms anymore, she was up on her elbows on the cushion. Oh my God, what was going on!
“Honey?” She asked.
I didn’t even think about the endearment from “Donny” to “Honey,” I just kept spreading her ass open and closed, open and closed, open and closed. “Yes,” I answered.
“Maybe pull my sweatpants down, get that skin-on-skin contact that felt so good on my back.”