She looked up and gave him access to her hair, for what was always, a wonderful brushing and sometimes, a neck rub. “Oh Robert, you should work at a women’s spa and get paid for doing this!” she moaned, as he gently rubbed her scalp and massaged her temples. He rubbed her head for a few minutes and began brushing her hair. Jocelyn could feel her pussy throb, as it reacted to Robert’s caring and loving hands.
As soon as he touched mom, Robert could feel her relaxing and enjoying his fingers. “I would, if you were my only client, so I could enjoy your body all day, every day! What if they offered ‘total’ body massages!” he quickly replied, and mom’s face turned red again.
“Robert!” she laughed, knowing her face was bright red, as she took a sip of her beer. “I really wonder about you sometimes and the things you dream up” Jocelyn said, as she looked at him, thinking of her son rubbing her entire body, as well as all the exploring he could do with his fingers.
As he listened to his mom, he stopped and slid his arms around her body.” I always dream of nice things and you know it!” Robert whispered in her ear and gave her neck a kiss. “Hey, want me to run up and get you your robe or something? I can start rubbing your back now and we can smoke one. Dinner will be another twenty minutes or so,” he said, and mom just smiled.
“Sure, grab my white one on the chair next to the dresser and there should also be a pair of white panties on it, can you be a dear and grab them too?” she asked with a soft whisper, and gave him a wink. “I want to be fresh…while you’re massaging me, and after dinner, I want a long, hot bath. And afterwards if you want…um…you can massage me again,” she added with a teasing grin, and took another drink of beer, as her eyes stayed on his.
He laughed, turned, and headed towards the stairs. “You should know the answer to that mom, and yes, I’ll grab your panties! Can I play with them and rub them on my junk?”
“Robert! You are so bad!” she laughed, as he ran from the room.
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“Why’d you bring down my soap?” she asked, when Robert came into the room with one of her best body washes and a body sponge.
“I was thinking about what you said about being at a spa and I have an idea.” Robert said, moving behind her, he gently hugged his mom. “What if we pretend you’re at a spa and I’ll be you’re cook, your entertainment and um…if you’re up for it…you’re ‘total’ body masseur,” he whispered to mom, and he felt her sigh.
She heard Robert words, and wanted to crawl inside of him. “I don’t know about that, but I’ll let you give me a ‘nice’ massage and that um…includes part of my front, ok?” Jocelyn smiled, as she saw him lighting the joint. “Oh yes, that’s what I need!” she moaned, and turned her bar stool to face him. “Can you do it like you did last night?” she asked, looking into his eyes, she couldn’t believe that she was getting high with her son, but that wasn’t all, and the best or worst, was sure to come later.
“Sure mom, it’s called a Shotgun!” he said, puffed the joint, turned it around and put it in his mouth backwards.