LUSTING AFTER MOM

I won't lie; the first few weeks after Shannon went back to college were very hard on me. I was very sad and wanted more of what we had shared in the summer. We stayed in touch more than normal, but it quickly became obvious to me that she wasn't missing me as much as I was missing her. I wasn't able to concentrate on my own college studies and for a while I was worried I wasn't going to be able to hack college life (even though I was going to a local college and still lived at home). Time heals all wounds however and by the end of September I was feeling much better about things (all the hot college girls helped!) and my studies improved. I still held out a little hope that maybe Shannon and I would fool around when she came home at Christmas, but other things had begun to grab my attention.

Dad got a promotion at work and for a while it was looking like we'd have to move. Thankfully, that was not the case, though it did mean he'd be traveling even more than normal and I knew Mom was not a huge fan of his trips; though she did sometimes go with him. It was a big raise though apparently, and I was just happy we weren't moving.

By October, I was still jacking off to Shannon, but much less than I had been. Now there were fantasies about Roberta, Cassy, Laurie, and numerous other girls in my classes that I stroked to.

The encounters I had with Shannon this summer had also opened my eyes to something I had never thought I'd ever get turned on by... my Mom. I always knew my Mom had huge tits, quite a bit bigger than Shannon's even (my friends certainly always were in awe over them), but I had never thought of her sexually until I started fooling around with my sister. I still remember the exact moment I started thinking of her differently; she and Shannon were outside hanging out by our pool, and I jerked off from the bathroom window while watching their swaying, wet, huge titties in their bathing suits. Mom would sneak into my fantasies and dreams about Shannon every once in a while from that point on. Now that I was getting over Shannon a little, Mom was starting to fill my thoughts more and more.

Mom's name was Mandy. She was about 5'7 or so and had a curvy build; not pudgy like Shannon though, which made her tits seem even bigger. She had longish blonde hair and was quite pretty. She was 41-years old.

I still had absolutely no plans to try anything other than fantasize about her from time to time; it was one thing fooling around with my sister, but my Mom?... It just seemed so much crazier.

I started to jerk off to Mom more and more and soon I was starting to try to spy on her as I did with Shannon originally. I'd sneak peeks at her titties whenever I could. Unlike Shannon, Mom did not go out of her way to show off her breasts. Rarely did she reveal any cleavage, but even the most modest outfit couldn't hide the size and shape of her gigantic boobs. I continually tried to catch her in her nightie or bath robe but wasn't having a lot of luck, especially when Dad was home.

Just before Halloween I finally decided to push my perving further. It was just after lunch on a Saturday. Dad was away on a trip, and Mom was out for the afternoon. I was horny as hell and knowing I had at least a hour or so to myself, I made my way to my parents' bedroom.

I was never in here much. The room was very neat and tidy, not like Shannon's room, which would make snooping around hard. A queen-sized bed, neatly made, took up about half the room. A door lead to a large closet, and another lead into an attached bathroom. Without touching anything (except my hardening cock under my jeans) I started looking around.

Mom hadn't left any clothing lying around. I pulled open a couple drawers and found her panty and bra drawer, but they were folded so perfectly I was too scared to take any out. I knew I'd never be able to put them back so neatly. I continued to rub my hard cock over my jeans as I made my way into the bathroom. On the back of the door I saw Mom's bath robe on a hook, and hanging over it was one of her bras!

My heart beat faster as I took it off the hook and brought it to my face, inhaling deeply. I don't know what perfume it was but it seriously turned me on! I looked at the label: 48J. Dear god, I remember when I used to think double-D's were big! Shannon was a G cup, and Mom was a J!

I unzipped my fly and took out my hard cock. I wrapped one of the bra cups around my shaft and began to stroke it. I wanted to shoot a big load into her bra, but was so worried she'd notice even if I wiped it away. I started leaking precum almost immediately and some dripped into the J cup. I stopped and let the wetness soak in until I could barely see it, then replaced the bra on the hook as close to how I found it as I could. Then I looked around the room some more, my hard cock sticking straight out from my fly.

God, I was a pervert! But I was finding this so hot! Still, I didn't want to get too carried away. Taking one last look around the room to make sure I was leaving it as I found it, I went back to my room. I wanted to cum so bad, but now that I'd had a taste, I wanted to jerk off to Mom. I didn't know exactly what I was going to do, but I knew I wanted to wait until she got home.

I didn't have to wait long, thankfully. I heard the door to the house open and Mom came inside. I quickly moved to the top of the stairs and looked down. There were some grocery bags on the front porch. I made sure my hard cock was tucked into my pants as well as could be, and went downstairs. I stared at Mom out of the corner of my eye as I said hello and went out to grab some of the bags.

"Oh, thanks sweetie," she said as she took two bags across to hall to the kitchen. I followed her with the remaining three bags.

She was wearing a simple light green and black dress with a black sweater. The sweater was worn unbuttoned and I could see the amazing curves of her huge breasts as well as some cleavage; nothing too revealing, the dress was just cut low enough, and her boobs were so big, there was always going to be cleavage. Her blonde hair was pulled back from her face and forehead.

"What are you up to today?" she asked as she started putting away the shopping. If she only knew!

"Just a lazy day," I said.

"You'll be home for dinner?"

Oh fuck yes, I thought to myself. "Yep," I said aloud.

I was staring, but I did my best to look away when she looked up. My hands were shaking a little and I was so turned on! I left her to finish putting everything away and went to the bathroom which was just down the laundry hall beside the kitchen. Once inside, I closed the door but not fully. From that angle, I could look through the slight opening and see Mom in the kitchen. I pulled my throbbing cock out through my fly and slowly and lightly began to stroke it as I spied on her.

This seemed a thousand times more taboo than anything I did with Shannon, and I found it unbelievably exhilarating!

I stroked it very slowly and held it so lightly, because I was already on the verge and any more speed or pressure and I'd cum. I kept myself on the edge, stopping if I got too close. Precum dribbled out of the head and I lightly rubbed it on the underside of my cock head.

I looked at Mom's curves as she moved around the kitchen. She went out of my line of sight a few times, but mostly stayed in my range of vision. I ogled her tits and ass and pretty face. God, I wanted to fire off a load onto her big titties! I opened the door a little more and moved so I was standing in front of the opening, my cock pointed at my mother as I jerked off to her. The crack was about six inches wide now and if she looked up, she'd see me there for sure... hard cock in hand. The thought thrilled me even more.

She never looked in my direction however, and soon she finished what she was doing and left the kitchen. My cock was literally throbbing and I knew I would cum if I applied any sort of pressure to it at all. I waited there a long time until it softened enough that I could tuck it back into my pants without filling my underwear full of cum.

I left the bathroom and headed upstairs to my room. I passed Mom and Dad's room and could hear Mom inside, though the door was closed. I went into my room and closed the door. Now I wished I had cum while watching her because there was no way I could peek into her room, and I was way too fucking horny to wait any longer. I sat down at my computer and started searching for 'mature blonde huge tits'. Eventually I found some nice videos of an extremely busty blonde MILF named Abbi, who looked a little like my mom; the face wasn't the same, but the hair, body shape and tit size were very similar.

I found a video of her swaying her huge titties in a blue bathing suit. I grabbed a tissue and pulled my dick out to jerk off. It didn't take long... she pulled one tit out of that swimsuit, and I pretended it was Mom showing me her boob, and I shot a huge load into the tissue; I swear I came harder and longer than I ever had before. When I finished, I was sad I hadn't cum while watching Mom, but at least I'd be able to sleep that night!

I was a little embarrassed around Mom during supper and through the rest of the night, but I resolved to not be embarrassed and to let the taboo nature of my perversion add to the excitement rather than take away from it. I was going to do what I could to see more of her body and continue to jerk off to her.

After another few days of trying to find hot situations to jack off to her, I realized I was going to have to push the limits of my comfort zone if I really wanted to see anything. Mom didn't make it easy like Shannon did; I was going to have to make stuff happen and take big chances. My first real chance came on Halloween night.

I had gone to a Halloween party with some college friends the previous evening, but had nothing to do on the actual night. Dad was away for the night again, so I decided to stay home with Mom and help her give out candy to the little kids that came trick-or-treating. Mom dressed up like a witch; she always liked to wear costumes on Halloween night. There was absolutely nothing sexy at all about her costume; in fact the black shawl she wore over her black dress basically covered all her curves. However, the makeup job she did (sort of in the fashion of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark) and her black wig made her look sexy as hell!

I'm still a bit of a kid when it comes to Halloween and Christmas and enjoy getting into the spirit of things. Mom and I had fun giving out candy and commenting on all the costumes while we played creepy music and sound effects in the front hall.

Around 9 PM we closed up shop and Mom declared she was going to go have a long hot bath to relax and wash her makeup off. My heart leapt into my throat as I decided then and there that I would try to peek in on her.

I told her I was going to watch a horror movie in my room to end the night and after we tidied up the leftover candies, turned off the music and lights, and locked the door, we went to our rooms. I did not watch a movie but instead paced around my room, wondering how long I should wait.

I waited about fifteen minutes, but it felt like an hour. I opened my door and made my way to my parents' bedroom door wearing only a t-shirt and loose boxers. It was closed. I carefully placed my ear against it and I could just hear water running from their bathroom; the tub being filled. I tried the knob very, very slowly and it turned in my grasp: it wasn't locked, thank god! Breathing deeply and trying to calm my pounding heart, I cautiously pushed on the door. It didn't make much noise, but it sounded to me like an orchestra tuning up. The further the door opened, the louder the bath got.

When the door was open wide enough, I peeked inside and breathed a sigh of relief that Mom was not standing nearby. The door from the bedroom to the bathroom was open about a third of the way and I could just make out the steps leading up to the tub. Mom must be in the bathroom as she was not in the bedroom.

I quickly and quietly tiptoed (literally!) into the room and closed the door as tightly as I could without actually letting it latch. Then I moved towards the bathroom. As I got to the door, I could smell the bubble bath Mom was using. Just inside the bathroom door, I could now see her Halloween costume lying crumpled in the bathroom floor. My heart leapt again! I took a big chance and moved right up to the door, and slowly peered into the opening, turning my gaze past the end of the door so I could see inside the bathroom.

The first thing that came across my gaze was the tub being filled with water, the suds and bubbles almost flowing over the edge. Then I saw Mom standing in front of the mirror. She was wearing a white bathrobe and I could see the back of her bare legs from well above the knees down. She was leaning towards the mirror, washing her face with a cloth. Most of the makeup was already gone. Unfortunately I could not see enough in the mirror to see how open her robe might be; from the angle and also because the mirror was quickly fogging up due to the running bath.

She finished with her face barely seconds after I peeked inside, and started to turn. I pulled back so quickly I'm surprised I didn't pull something in my neck or back. She didn't yell out or come running to the door, so I assumed she had not spotted me. I quickly moved up to the opening and looked inside again as Mom was leaning over the tub turning the faucets off.

My hand moved to my erection over my boxers and I began to rub it slowly as Mom stood up and, her back to me, untied her robe and let it fall to the floor!

Moment of triumph! There was my Mom's bare, round ass just a few short feet in front of me. It was curvy and smooth and round and her cheeks bent and swayed so gloriously as she started to step up into the tub. I pulled my hard dick out through the fly of my boxers and jerked it as I watched her. I was so enthralled by her bum and so excited and caught up with jacking off to her that I almost didn't look up her body. But as she placed one foot into the tub, I did look up and could see her massive breasts swaying side to side as she moved; it was the greatest side boob show I ever saw.

She finished stepping into the tub and had to turn towards me slightly as she sank down into it. As she turned I could fully see her from the side including the nipple of her right tit!

Holy fuck! I came hard at the sight, practically falling over as my body shook with orgasm. She was quickly under the water to her neck, her boobs disappearing under the bubbles but I kept looking as I stroked the last of my cum out of my cock.

When I finished cumming, I stepped back to catch my breath. When I calmed down a little (though not much, I was still rock hard!), I grabbed some tissue from my Mom's dresser and cleaned my jizz off the carpet. Satisfied that she would never notice anything, I left my parents' room and carefully closed their door. I made it back to my room and laughed and jumped around like an idiot.

Holy shit Mom was hot as hell! I knew I'd be jerking off to what I saw for a very long time. I also knew I'd be trying to spy on her a lot more!

A few days passed, and my urge to jerk off to my Mom only got stronger and stronger. Daily I stared at her and tried to catch her in revealing situations, though with Dad back from his latest trip, there weren't many opportunities. Nightly I jerked off to fantasies of her. A couple times Shannon was in the fantasies too, but she was fading more and more from my mind as I became more and more infatuated with Mom.

Finally after weeks of intense masturbation sessions, but no real new voyeuristic encounters with Mom, Dad announced he had another business trip. He'd be gone for the weekend. A late November snowstorm almost canceled the trip, but it cleared just in time for him to leave early on a Saturday. I had an assignment for school I had to finish since the school had been closed the day before. I planned on shovelling our walkway when I got home (Dad had shovelled the driveway before he had left), but when I got home, I saw that it had been shovelled already.

I went inside and Mom told me there was some supper in the fridge for me. She was in the living room watching TV. After I ate, I joined her there and that's when I saw she had a heating pad on her upper back. She was wearing pyjama pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, and though I wasn't 100% sure, on that first glimpse it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra!

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Oh, yes honey, I'll live," she said. "I must have pulled something shovelling."

"Mom!" I admonished, "I said I'd shovel when I got home."

"I know honey, but I was home anyway, and just thought I'd get it done. I just overdid it a little, that's all. I'll be fine."

She didn't look fine. It looked like it hurt whenever she adjusted her position on the couch. I asked her if she took any pain meds and if there was anything I could do for her. She thanked me and said if she wasn't feeling better by Monday she'd make an appointment with her doctor.

"I think I'm just too tight," she said. "I probably just need a good massage."

Here was a chance! If I hadn't had those encounters with Shannon, I never would have been brave enough to say these next words...

"Do you want me to rub your back a bit?" I asked, my mouth dry. "Maybe it will help loosen things up?"

"Oh, thank you honey," she said, turning to look at me. "Maybe a quick shoulder rub?"

She turned away again and adjusted herself on the couch so I could sit sideways behind her. She pulled her hair back and tied it into a loose ponytail, then adjusted her shirt a little to make it looser at the neck. I had to adjust my crotch quickly as I sat in behind her as I was getting hard fast.

I'm not sure when the last time was that I was this close to my Mom for longer than just a hug, but I was very aware of her body so close to mine and the smell of her shampoo and body lotion. I calmed my hands as much as I could and reached and lightly placed them on her shoulders over her shirt. I began to rub her shoulders.

"You can go a little harder," she said, which I found unbelievably sexy. I squeezed a little harder. "The shoulder blades and the base of my neck is where it's really stiff."

I let her direct me until I got into a groove. She arched her back slightly and tilted her head down so I had better access to her neck. After a few moments I started to grow slightly more bold, moving from her shoulder blades to her neck to the top of her shoulders and back again. Every few rotations, I moved my hands slightly further; down her back, along the tops of her arms, down the front of her shoulders and collarbone.

Her arms rolled with my movements and I could see her eyes were closed. I got up onto my knees behind her as if to have a better angle for the massage when in fact I just wanted a better angle to see the shape of her big tits under her shirt.

As my hands came up each time to the top of her shoulders and collarbone, I began to ease my fingers under the neckline of her t-shirt. After a few minutes my fingers were fully under, caressing the front of her shoulders. I would also slightly bend my fingers while they were there, teasing the front of her shirt up slightly, giving me brief, tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage.

I got more and more bold, beginning to slide my hands a little further down past her neck to the very tops of her breasts, rubbing small circles on her skin there, pressing down slightly though not as hard as I rubbed her shoulders. I could see that she was breathing deeply now. I took good long looks down her top from that angle while rubbing her chest. I couldn't quite see her areolas, but so much cleavage!wanted to keep going all night! Testing my luck more and more, but after about fifteen minutes, Mom declared she felt much better. She stood and turned to me, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. Her shirt was still loose about her shoulders and it hung down as she kissed me, my face was practically pressed into her almost fully visible massive hanging breasts!

"Thanks honey," she said, leaning back a little from me but still leaning over towards me. I tried not to make it too obvious I was stealing glimpses of her tits, but I couldn't stop myself from looking. "That was really great! Maybe tomorrow you could give me a really nice, long massage? If you're not too busy?"

"Yes, sure!" I blurted very quickly. "Yeah, I don't have any plans... I'd be happy to."

"Great!" she said. "It's a date! And my body could really use it. So relaxing! You're very good at it!"

I'm sure I blushed like crazy. When she left, I again adjusted my painful boner. Damn I was really going crazy for Mom! That night I had a few fantasies about how tomorrow's massage would go, but I was not expecting it to go as amazing as it did!

The range of emotions I had experienced since that first encounter with Shannon was broad and extensive. And now they were ten times stronger with Mom! It was a good thing I was young and had a healthy heart or I surely would have died or had a nervous breakdown. I was so excited waiting to massage Mom the next day, only to be disappointed...

Mom went out after lunch and was gone most of the day. I ate supper alone, then when 9pm rolled around, I started to wonder where she was and if she had forgotten she had asked me to give her a massage. Then she texted me:

...Hi Chris, sorry I know we were going to hang out tonight but I'm going to have to take a rain check on that massage. Diane is having a rough go right now. I'm going to hang out at her house and have some wine with her tonight so won't be home until midnight probably...

My heart sank. Diane was a friend of Mom's and her husband had recently left her so I certainly wasn't angry, just very sad and disappointed. I didn't want the moment to end and worried that even though Mom said she'd take a rain check, that too much time would pass and it just wouldn't happen.

I texted her back, telling her it was no problem, and asked her if she needed me to pick her up. She said she had walked to Diane's and would be fine walking back (Diane only lived two blocks away).

I was so disheartened that I wasn't even in the mood to jerk off. I watched a movie downstairs, then around 11:30 I headed to my room and played some Warcraft on my computer. Just after 12:30, I heard the front door open and Mom come in. I moved to my door and listened, waiting for her to come upstairs, but after a good ten minutes she still hadn't come up. Maybe she was getting a snack? I cracked my door open and moved to the top of the stairs but couldn't hear a sound down below. Maybe she was in the bathroom. Oh well, she was home safe anyway.

I went back into my room but left my door open so she could see I was still awake when she did come upstairs. I went back to my game and next thing I knew, it was almost 1:35 and she had still not come upstairs. I decided I'd better go check on her just to be sure she was OK (and to make sure I hadn't just been hearing things when I thought she'd come home!).

I threw a t-shirt on as I had just been wearing my boxers, and went downstairs. I saw her boots in the foyer and her coat hanging on the rack by the door. The kitchen light was on, and her keys and purse were on the table, but she wasn't there. I went into the kitchen to see if maybe she was in the bathroom down the hall, but looking into the living room, I could see that she was lying on the couch.

"Mom? Are you OK?" I asked. I moved quietly into the living room and saw that she was asleep. I could smell wine so figured she had been a little tipsy so decided to just crash here. I felt a brief moment of relief, glad that she was home safe. That brief moment was quickly replaced however by a very exciting, perverted thought... my mom was asleep and tipsy, if not drunk. My heart started pounding and my cock hardened in my boxers making an immediate tent in the material.

"Mom?" I said, so softly that she probably wouldn't have heard me had she been awake.

"Mom, are you awake?" I said louder this time. She didn't stir. I very lightly placed my hand on her shoulder and ever so slightly shook it. "Mom?"

She was sound asleep.

I looked down at her lying there. she was wearing blue jeans and was barefoot; her socks in crumpled balls on the floor beside the couch. She had a silky sort of white shirt on with buttons down the front, and a thin black button up sweater over that. Only the bottom two buttons were done up on the sweater. The top three on her shirt were undone. The sweater was falling open and I stared at the shape of her huge boobs under the shirt. I started to rub my cock over my boxers as I looked at her.

"Mom?" I ventured one more time. Apart from her chest moving slightly from her breathing she didn't stir. The only sound was the faint murmur of her breath. The house seemed so quiet that every slight creak of the floor underneath the rug when I shifted my weight sounded like an earthquake!

I unbuttoned the fly of my boxers and pulled my rock hard cock out. I moved over a little so my cock was almost directly over her face. I bent my knees a little and leaned over her, supporting myself on the back of the couch as I leaned toward her. My cock was only inches from her face as I slowly stroked it. God this was hot! It took me a couple minutes to build up the courage, but I finally leaned over far enough that I very, very lightly brushed my cock head against her lips... holy fuck that felt amazing!

I lightly rubbed my cock against my mom's lips until I noticed some precum start to leak out! I pulled back quickly but could see some of the wetness from the tip of my cock still on her lips. That turned me on even more.

I stood back up and started stroking a little harder again. God I was going to cum very soon! I slowed my stroking a little so I could reach done to the buttons on her shirt. I tried to undo the top one that was still buttoned but I just couldn't get at it enough; I was shaking too much and was so worried she'd wake up.

Instead I just placed my hand very, very lightly over her breast and felt it. God damn they were so huge!

I pulled back and stroked my cock right in front of her face again. I held my free hand out and started to cum into it, shooting huge gobs of jizz into my palm, trying not to moan out loud. My orgasm finally stopped and my legs were so weak I thought I was going to fall over. I somehow managed to quietly sneak away and made my way upstairs where I washed my hand off.

Holy fuck that was hot! Of course if I knew Mom was going to still honor that massage rain check the very next day, there's no way I would have taken that chance and jerked off to her like that! But of course, in my mind the massage wasn't going to happen. I guess I got lucky that I didn't get caught, and I was soon to get even luckier!

When I woke in the morning and went downstairs for some breakfast, I saw that mom had gone up to her room at some point during the night. Her bedroom door was closed when I went to shower. It was open when I was heading back to my room and mom came out.

"Good morning," she said, sounding very sleepy.

"Morning," I returned. "How are you feeling?"

She smiled at that.

"You heard me come in I guess?" she asked and I confirmed that I did. "One glass of wine too many, oh well! Nothing a nice late breakfast won't cure. And maybe I can get that massage after?"

This took me completely by surprise. I really had thought after not happening last night that the time had passed and it would be forgotten.

"Of course!" I said far too excitedly.

"OK," she laughed. "How about in an hour?"

I agreed and went to my room. When the door was closed I jumped around, pumping my fist in the air like a moron. Thunder sounded outside as if to punctuate my fist pump. It was very dark out and really threatening a storm.

That hour took forever and just as the storm was hitting its height, Mom came to my door. First of all, it was so dark out the hallway was completely in shadows. The thunder was very loud and it boomed a couple times every minute. It was pouring harder out than I remembered for a very long time. Mom was standing there wearing a bathrobe. Her hair was wet and brushed back from her face and hung over the back of the robe. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower. I was already hard thinking about massaging her, and now my dick throbbed in my jeans.

"All set?" she asked.

"Yep!" I said.

"Where would be best?" she wondered aloud. "The couch, or I guess maybe my bed might give us more room?"

I was positive she was not trying to be seductive, but she was failing completely.

"Perfect," I said.

Just then, there was a very loud crack of thunder and the lights went out. Interrupted again! I went to check the fuses as mom got some candles. It was daytime, but it was very dark outside. The fuses were fine, this was obviously a problem in the neighborhood.

We finally proceeded to her room and she lit the candles, placing them on her dresser. Then she got some massage oil from her bathroom and put the bottle on her bedside table. My eyes soon adjusted to the candle's light and Mom sat on the side of the bed.

"Ok, where would you like to start?" she asked, and I got flustered. I was so horny and so turned on that I had no idea!

"Umm," I said. "Hmmm. How about your shoulders and back?"

She smiled and nodded and turned on the bed so her back was to me. I sat down behind her and poured a little bit of oil into my hands, rubbing them together. She loosened her robe and pulled it down slightly, exposing her shoulders and holding the front together over her huge breasts with one hand while pulling her hair over to the front with her other. She tilted her head downward slightly to give me full access to her shoulders and upper back.

I tried to calm my nerves, but my heart was racing. Thankfully my hands were not shaking too much as I placed one on each shoulder and began to rub. I caressed her shoulders, moving across her upper back to her lower neck and back again. She was sighing immediately which turned me on even more.

"Perfect honey," she said. "Mmmm, so much tension..."

I never really appreciated her skin before. It was so soft, blemish free, silky alabaster. My hands slid and pressed the oil all along her shoulders, back and neck.

After a few minutes, she lowered the robe further and I could see vast cleavage when I peered over her. I moved my hands further down her back, pressing my fingers lightly at first then with a little more pressure as I worked on her muscles.

I couldn't get any lower and after I had worked long on her upper back, she changed positions.

"Here," she said and lowered her robe off her shoulders. She lay down on her stomach, pulling her arms free of the sleeves as she did so. I moved to allow her to adjust then sat beside her on the bed.

The robe was covering her lower back to her upper legs. The rest of her body was free. My mouth went dry as I took some more oil into my hands and began to work on her lower back. I could see the round shape of her huge tits pressed out to the side of her body as she lay there.

After focusing on her lower back I slowly began to work my hands further out, caressing the sides of her body, coming close but not quite touching the sides of her breasts.

When I came as close to her breasts as I thought I would dare, she moaned a little.

"This feels so good, honey..." she sighed.

She didn't seem embarrassed or concerned that her son's hands were less than an inch from touching her tits, so I pressed them closer and closer with each pass until... god I touched her side boob with my oily fingers! She didn't jump up, didn't tell me to stop. So on the next pass I touch both tits again, my hands sliding down her silky smooth, oily back and side until my whole hand cupped the huge amount of breast that spilled out each side. I caressed her tits each time I touched them now, lightly kneading the oil into her flesh.

She breathed a little deeper as I massaged the sides of her huge titties but she still didn't tell me to stop. I couldn't talk, my mouth was so dry. My blood pounded in my ears. After a few minutes of moving from to back to the sides of her boobs and back again, I slid my hands down to her lower back again.

"Harder there, Chris please," she said. Again no mention of the fact that I had just been massaging her tits. She just wanted me to press harder into her lower back.

I obliged. I was still nervous as hell, but was getting slightly more confident. As I massaged her lower back I kept edging the robe further down, a little at a time as much as I was able until finally I could just make out the top of her ass cheeks!

Again taking my time I worked her lower back and slowly began to tease the very tops of her ass cheeks with my fingers. Again she didn't complain or tell me to stop. She was sighing and even moaning softly as I worked her lower back. I wanted to pull that robe right down and grab her ass with both hands, but I refrained.

After working the knots out of her back I shifted down the bed slightly and started massaging her calves.

"Oh, yes thank you honey," she purred as I rubbed more oil into my hands and worked her smooth calves.

I was anxious now and didn't spend much time on her lower legs before making my way up to her thighs. As I pressed my hands into her upper leg muscles, she shifted a little and spread her legs open ever so slightly more than they were. This caused the robe to fall down over her thighs a little, so I slowly eased the robe back up. Up, up, a little at a time so that it now covered her lower back again but her thighs were uncovered once more. I didn't stop though and used both hands to adjust the robe a tiny bit more.

God! I could just make out the bottom curve of her ass. She wasn't wearing panties and though it was in candlelit shadow I was sure I could just make out her pussy!

I massaged her thighs, my eyes glued to her ass under that folded robe. I'm sure my massage skills went to hell after that but I didn't care. On each upstroke of my hands, I pushed at the folds of the robe with the back of my hands, arching them up giving me a sweet peek at her cheeks, and slowly as I moved her robe up more and more... a little more... yes, I could see my mom's pussy!

Oh god my cock throbbed and I could feel my precum soak my boxers. I was looking at my mom's pussy. Before I could even fully appreciate the glimpse I was getting, she readjusted her position, spreading her legs more, giving me a perfect look at her cunt!

I must have been in a state of shock, for surely I never would have voluntarily let my hands move to her ass cheeks, but that's exactly what they did. She gave a tiny yelp followed by a soft moan as I began to caress the curve of her cheeks, lightly kneading her bum. I stared at her pussy as I moved my hands over her ass, admiring her moist lips and hint of trimmed bush I could just make out.

As I worked her ass, I inched closer and closer to her sex, moving between her bum and her very inner thighs. She did not object once. Indeed she spread her legs slightly wider for me. Trying to control my nerves and shaking hands, my fingers finally brushed against her lips. She gasped and then moaned softly but deeply as I pressed my fingers into her moist folds. I slid one inside her and she gasped softly again, her ass lifting a little to grant me better access.

I pulled my finger out and slid my thumb inside my her hot pussy and used the fingers of the same hand to rub her clit. Her breathing sped up and soon she was moaning without concern and I brought her quickly to orgasm. She bit into the pillow as her body shook. I could feel her pussy tighten around my thumb as she came.

She finally relaxed her tightened muscles and collapsed against her bed and pillows, breathing hard. I moved my hands back to her ass and spent a long time cupping and kneading her cheeks.

Finally she turned and sat up, pulling her robe around herself. She stared at me with a look in her eyes I had never seen before, her damp hair half hanging over her face. She was so damn hot at that moment!

"Thank you," she finally said, so softly I could barely hear her. "That's exactly what I needed, honey."

She kissed me on the lips, softly but pressing her body into mine. Then she giggled.

"Oh my," she said. "Um, I think I'm just going to have another shower to wash this oil off and... ah, calm down a little."

She was suddenly embarrassed, and with another giggle she stood and went into her bathroom, closing the door.

I sat there a long time listening to her shower. Should I wait? Should I join her? I was more confused than ever, and truth be told I was actually a little scared! I finally stood and went to my room where I came hard practically as soon as my hard cock was in my hand.

God, would anything else happen between my mom and I? If so, what? If so, when?