Reluctantly, I released her flesh and pulled back. My Mom was next and I was anxious to continue the game. Rising up, I left her skirt raised, leaving her damp panties on display. Waiting in the adjacent room, I saw Ethel help her up. It wasn’t long before Mom was in position on the bed.
After Mom’s mask was in place, Ethel raised her skirt above her panties. Sensing Mom was uncomfortable, Ethel eased her mood with, “This will make it easier for the son to feel your upper legs. He’s masked so he can’t see anything. Good luck, Monica.”
Once again I was stroking a woman’s thighs, although this time was more exciting than the others because it was my mother. Her light blue panties showed her full, brown bush hidden below. My hands glided up and down her firm flesh. When she spread her legs, I ventured upward. As I neared her panties, her thighs tensed. Squeezing her tight muscle as we had previously practiced let her know it was me.
The timer chimed and since she had to have recognized me, I didn’t want to alarm her by continuing as I had the other two. After lightly stroking for another minute, I left for the other room.
After ten minutes of waiting, Ethel entered and led me out to the main hall. Everyone had left except for Mom. Ethel smiled and said, “Congratulations, you made it to at least third place. Another couple was dismissed today. Tomorrow’s theme will be a test of child bonding.” Mom smiled, knowing her training is what made the difference.
Nothing was mentioned about what happened for the rest of the day. Mom hugged me good-night and it didn’t take long for me to blow out a load, reliving the thigh-fest I had enjoyed.
*****
An hour before we needed to leave, Mom called me to come into the living room again. With a confident look, she said, “What do you think she’ll test us on today. The session we practiced yesterday helped. I was thrilled when you recognized my tense muscle. We got lucky we were paired together for the test.”
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