You decide that trying to escape to Kelly's now would look strange to your mother. What excuse would you give? So you put your pyjamas back on as your cock deflates a little, and return to your parents' bedroom, wondering what sort of trouble you have got yourself into.
Your mother is on the bed lying on her stomach, propping her body up a little, facing away from you. "John, honey," she says, without looking around, "my back is aching a little. Could you give it a rub?"
"Sure," you reply, climbing back into bed. You reach over tentatively, and stroke her back lightly. This is your mother, and you have never touched her in this way before.
"Don't be such a pussy," she says - and you are not sure if she is talking about cats or not. "Be firmer. Like last time."
You put in greater effort, rubbing from her shoulder down her back with a certain force, using your right hand, keeping yourself propped up with your left.
"Use both hands," she says, giggling.
"But I'll fall over."
"Well, straddle me. Why so coy?" All the time your mother is facing away from you.
You pull the covers away, place your body over your mother's, sitting on the tops of her thighs. You lean over and start massaging your mother's back. She moans softly. "That's right," she says as you spread your thumbs over her shoulder blades. "Ooh. Go lower." You rub down her spine, feeling the small of her back under the cloth of her nightwear. This is actually quite sensuous, and you can feel your penis starting to climb its slow way to erection. You are aware, though, that this is your 46 year old mother. A woman who you have always thought of as 'Mum'.
"Honey, why don't you take off my night dress? I think the back rub might be better that way."
"Er, okay," you stammer, your cock fully rising to attention. You grab the bottom of the dress. Your mother lifts her hips and you pull it over her head, with some help from her. All the while your mother is facing away from you. You resume your position, this time seeing her naked back, arse and legs. You start massaging her back again, feeling her naked flesh beneath your hands. "I think," she says and then lets out a short gasp, "that you have too many clothes on yourself."
"Really?" you say, trying not to sound nervous - and your father's deeper voice helps to hide that.
"Absolutely. Now get naked."
You take off your pyjamas for the second time in ten minutes, and look down at your father's body. There is plenty of body hair, and your (his?) generous cock is pointing at the ceiling. You have not felt this urgent for some time. You resume your position, this time with flesh against flesh, and knead your mothers back hearing her moan softly. She starts to shift and turns round to face you. |