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"Well, to give your mother a proper massage, we need some oil, of course," Lisa answered. "Since I don't have anything suitable lying around here, I'm going to use this bottle of lotion that I bought yesterday."

"Alright, whatever you say, mom." Lucifer said it with an exasperated tone before turning around and heading towards his bedroom.

When Lucifer returned, he found his mother lying down on top of the bed, completely naked. Her soft breasts pressed against the mattress, and her round butt stuck up in the air, making her look irresistibly sexy. She was facing downward, which gave Lucifer a perfect view of her beautiful buttocks.

Upon noticing that her son had entered the room, Lisa lifted her head from the pillow and glanced over her shoulder to see Lucifer standing there, staring at her.

"Mom, w-why are you naked?!" He stuttered in embarrassment while averting his eyes from her nude form.

"There's no way that you can give a proper massage while wearing clothes. Your hands wouldn't be able to reach my entire body if they weren't free to roam everywhere." She explained it matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Also, I would prefer if you remained in your underwear only as well."

"B-but... aren't you uncomfortable in this position? And more importantly, how am I supposed to focus on my work when you're practically naked in front of me?" Lucifer asked with an awkward expression on his face.

Lisa laughed lightly at his reaction. "Nonsense. This isn't anything strange between us; you used to bathe with me when you were young, remember? So, it shouldn't be a problem, especially since it's just a massage. Besides, I'm comfortable with being naked in front of you since you're my son and not some stranger."

"I know, but still-"

"Now, are you going to argue any further, or are you going to give your poor mother the massage she so desperately needs?" Lisa cut him off abruptly.

He sighed. 'Damn, I hate to admit it, but she has a point. Why should I act all shy when she doesn't seem bothered by the situation?'

Lucifer relented with a heavy breath and slowly took his shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest and abs to her. Then he removed his pants, leaving only his boxers on.

Once again, he heard his mother giggle softly as he climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind her.

He grabbed the bottle of lotion from beside him and poured some into his palm, rubbing them together to warm it up.

"Where do you want me to start, mom?" Lucifer asked quietly, trying not to think about the fact that his mother's private parts were visible to him right now.

She replied, "My feet and legs first, then work upwards towards my lower back and neck, darling."

Without saying anything further, he placed one hand on the sole of her foot while using the other to squeeze her toes gently, eliciting a moan from her. "Ahhhh...."

Lucifer couldn't help but notice that his mother sounded surprisingly lewd at the moment. He tried to ignore it as he focused on giving her a massage.

He rubbed her soft flesh with his fingertips, applying pressure while stroking up and down. He did this for a few minutes until she told him to move onto the next foot.

After finishing her second foot, he applied some more lotion to his palms and proceeded to rub both ankles simultaneously. He continued this process until he reached the calf muscles on either side of her legs, where he began to stroke them with circular motions.

"Haah.... You are doing great, Lucifer." His mother purred while enjoying her son's touches on her skin. "Please keep going... mmmnghh!"

Lucifer felt his blood boil when he heard her moan like that. He knew that it was just because she was enjoying herself, but he couldn't deny that it was turning him on as well. It made him imagine how those smooth thighs would feel under his hands if he reached higher.

"Oooh, yes! Like that, my sweet angel. Please continue... haaaaahhhh...." Lisa moaned while burying her face into the pillow beneath her head. "Mnnnggggghhhh...."

The noises she was making were driving him crazy. He wanted to touch her more and make her feel good. However, he reminded himself that he must keep it as nonsexual as possible.

The temptation was rising within him as he massaged her soft skin with his lotioned palms, sliding along her smooth inner thighs.

'Don't think about it, man. Don't think about it. Just treat it like any other job.' Lucifer kept repeating these words inside his mind over and over again to stop himself from getting aroused. However, he knew it was hopeless when he could feel his member swelling in his underwear.

Moreover, her thick thighs felt amazing to touch—soft and supple to the touch. He could understand why men would find pleasure in touching a woman like her.

Lucifer couldn't see her facial expressions at this angle, but he imagined how erotic she might look with her cheeks flushed red and eyes half-lidded, gasping for air as he touched her inappropriately.

'Focus on your breathing,' he thought.

The more she moaned, the harder it became to resist.

He caressed her thighs as if they belonged to some sort of goddess. They felt incredibly soft underneath his fingers, making him want to explore further upwards. But he stopped himself before he crossed the line, even though he could smell her intoxicating aroma wafting throughout the air.

He realized that he was dangerously close to losing control over himself and doing something he shouldn't, so he forced himself to focus on her shoulders instead of her lovely rear end.

'Remember, you promised her that you would just give her a massage. Nothing more.' Lucifer repeated it in his mind while trying to keep his composure.