Hopefully by then, balls deep inside mom as we did.
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I decided to come downstairs from my "nap" not bothering to put anything on. I was in the process of making a sandwich when I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Turning, having just taken a bite, I was pleased to see it was mom as she entered the room.
"John! For gods sakes! Put something on...you're naked!" She exclaimed, though her tone of voice expressed surprise perhaps at seeing me standing there like that, there was also an element of pleasure in it too.
"Why? Not like you already haven't seen me naked. And I was hungry after my nap. Didn't expect you home so early today anyway," I shot back, reminding her that she had her own dirty little secrets that she was still trying to keep from me.
"Still..." she half whispered as she walked over pouring herself a cup of luke-warm coffee from the pot, taking a seat at the kitchen table, though her eyes were once more locked on a certain dangling appendage of mine. "What if someone were to suddenly drop by and see you like that?" She asked.
"Like who? Aunt Susan?" I laughed. "Where is she anyway?" I then asked.
"Taking a bit of a nap herself," mom responded. "She was very tired." I walked around behind mom, placing my fingers on the back of her neck, rubbing her shoulders.
"You look a bit exhausted yourself," I stated. "Bet you could use a nice relaxing back-rub," I suggested as I continued massaging her neck and shoulders.
"Oh that would feel good," mom freely admitted. "I really could use one of those," she added to that. "Been a while."
"How about I set up the table for you then?" I offered, seeing her brief hesitation. Years ago when I had toyed with the idea of attending massage school and doing that for a profession, we had set up the kitchen table with the extended leaf in it, so she could lay down on that. With a foam padded cushion, we'd managed to make it work as I practiced on mom, though back then she had always worn a two piece swimming suit. "Without the bikini this time," I added. "No need for that either, and besides...I can do a much better job giving you a massage without it."
"A massage..." mom said looking at me. "Just the massage right?"
"Right." I grinned. "Now...finish your coffee, I'll go up and get some clean sheets, the foam mat and baby oil. When you're ready after that, I'll give you a really nice relaxing massage."
Mom soon after headed downstairs to remove her clothing again as I headed upstairs to gather the things I needed, not to mention turning on my video program so I could record all of this. My mind already deviously coming up with an entirely new idea as I did that.
Things were about to get really interesting, and I wasn't about to let this golden opportunity pass by without taking advantage of it.
All credits to Many Feathers-Original writer.Prince Leon.Plz do read Part 4.
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