Five minutes later, it was becoming way too obvious that her back was completely covered with the sunscreen. Without asking, without even thinking of asking, I moved down and began covering her thighs. “Hmm, that’s nice… You definitely have good hands Lew. If you wanna give me a massage, I’m all yours.” I’m all yours, she said! Right! I nearly choked. Instead I focused on her legs, from her ankles to the line of her ass, covering every last inch of her skin.
As earlier with her breasts, I gradually let my fingertips touch her ass. No comments, no reaction. My cock was twitching like crazy, but mom wasn’t stopping me. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I poured more cream in my hand and after spreading some on the top of her thighs, I let my fingers cover her ass. I felt my fingers glide all over her private skin, covering everything that was not already covered by her bikini. “Hmmm… That’s nice son.” she mumbled as I was doing it. My eyes opened wide as she said that. My heart was racing again, torn between all I knew, all I wanted to do and all that was taboo. When I squeezed her ass again, harder this time, she moaned softly.
The third time, I went all the way. I pushed my fingertips deeper against her skin and slipped them under her bikini. I remained there for a while, enjoying her flesh and burning hot skin, barely trying to keep up the pretence. Soon my mom arched her ass upwards against my hands. She then slipped her hands from under her head and grabbed her bikini bottoms, beginning to push them down.
And it was then that we heard and saw the delivery truck stop right in front of our house. There was high fence with bushes, so the patio was very private, but we still saw it. And it was clear that it was a package for us. Mom pulled her bikini bottom back up and hurriedly tied her top before getting up. “Can you go and get—” and then she stopped, looking at my cock, exposed and unmissable. “Shit…” she said, smiling slightly, before disappearing in the house.
Two minutes later we were sitting in the kitchen, looking at a big box for dad. It’s strange how much two minutes can change things. After the delivery man left, there was an awkward silence in the house. We both knew what would have happened if not for that delivery man. Our secrets were out, if not explicitly so. But now, with dad’s box on the table, somehow things were different. Mom took a deep breath and got up, winking at me before disappearing in the basement where her small office was. I looked at the time, 2 o’clock, and wondered if this was the end, or just a little break.
Hours later, we ate together. We were both dressed normally by then. Mom also told me that dad was going to spend the night away, and that with Felix at camp for the week, so we would be alone. She smiled when she said it, but the magic was gone. Nevertheless we chatted all through dinner, but we talked about ordinary subjects. After that we watched a movie, side-by-side on the couch but without any special closeness.