“I'm gonna move back onto your legs, ok Mom?' you ask her as if you were talking to someone not totally conscious, you gently fondle her breast one last time before removing your hand from her flesh for a brief moment.
You think to yourself that the massage must just be working, you had both initiated this massage as a means to relaxing your mom, a totally selfless deed on your part. You look down at your mother in her deep stage of relaxation and are filled with a sense of pride.
“Mmmm” your mother groans, her nostrils flare once again as she starts look agitated and impatient. You take that as your needed indication to continue the massage, you gradually move yourself between her legs and begin kneading her toned yet voluptuous sexy legs starting at her harmed knee.
“Just relax,” you repeat again softly, gently massaging around the bruises. You glance across at her face and are greeted by your mothers newly awakened eyes, her body relaxed and accommodating your every move, as her head resting angelically against the pillow. You smile across at her and she smiles slightly flirtatiously back, your hands slowly glide up her legs (one hand on each) gently gaining on her skimpy panties.
'Hold on,' your mother peacefully requests, though with the room previously silent the words still make you jump. She was acting all together very different, it's as though she's looking at you in a whole different light. You notice that she has now flung off her bra but before you can fully take in what you're seeing your mother surprises you again; 'I don't really want to get my underwear all oily so do you mind if I take them off?'. You immediately realize she is talking about her panties and so blush at the prospect, letting out a slight orgasmic sigh as you ponder staring at you mother pussy through her pants. She takes this as a cue to remove her panties and reveal her precious sex.
She lays there on her bed, her eyes fixated on you in a seductive way. 'Can you continue? Please?' she pleads like an innocent teenager talking to an adult. You slowly move forward with your hands now rested at the top of her knees, her eyes now closed.
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