Thomas gently kneads his mom’s shoulders and neck and Ellen relaxes enjoying the attentions of her son. Soon, feeling both totally relaxed and comfortable from her son’s sweet massage, she dozes off.
Thomas notices she is not stirring even as his hands slip down along her back. He likes the feel of his mom’s bare skin and is actually starting to get shamefully very hard down there.
It quickly degenerates into the classic case of the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other for the young man. The devil is whispering in his ear, “Go ahead, she is drunk and passed out . . . have some fun . . . do some exploring.”
The voice is hard to resist. Maybe if he was not drunk himself he could ignore such a tempting thought. His hands slip down across her back and under the throw right to the very edge of her panties. They were just ready to slip down and explore his mother’s nice ass when the angel on the other shoulder chimes in, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
His hands obey and back off sliding away and up only to pause in the middle of her back. They delicately explore the strap of her bra. “Go ahead undo it Tommy. Be brave, be bold, she will never know.”
The angel starts in again. “No, no, no that would not be proper.”
“Shut the hell up,” Thomas mutters quietly as his fingers skate along the back of her strap, searching for the clasp, preparing to follow the devilish advice, but just then his mother sighs deeply. She stretches her arms as Thomas quickly jerks his hands up from under the blanket.
She slowly flips over on her back and gives him a warm smile. “I guess your massage was so nice that I dozed off for a minute.”
“Yes, I guess so,” he replies nervously hoping she did not notice his roaming hands.
“I think maybe you should finish your massage, but first maybe you should give me a nice little good night kiss . . . in case, you know, I pass out again.”
“Sure,” he mutters relaxing as apparently he did not do anything too forward to prevent her from wanting him to continue the massage.
Raising up fully on his knees he looks down at her. She waiting for her kiss looking utterly beautiful. He kisses her lightly on the top of the forehead and then starts to pull away, but she quickly reaches up and snakes a hand around the back of his head.
“Honey, are you afraid to give me a kiss on the lips?”
It has been years since they kissed on the lips. Sadly. The kiss is like a taste of heaven. Sweet, soft, and delicate, their lips come together again and again.
Grudgingly he starts to pull away afraid of wearing out his welcome, but again she pulls him back down this time to whisper in his ear words that he shall never forget.
“Honey, by the way, your mother’s bra unhooks in the front.”
A brief pause while his heart nearly explodes. Jesus, she knew what he was doing . . . and doesn’t seem to mind!!
She lets him go. Pulling back he stares down at her as their eyes met. Something unspoken passes between them as she takes his hands and guides them to the middle of her chest. Pushing them onto her bra she sighs, “See.”