After a long day at work, I begged for my son to massage my sore
feet for a little relief. My legs fell open as his hands pressed into my
aching soles and... I saw him staring up my
skirt. I was shocked but... oddly flattered. My hands reached for the
hem of the dress and lifted it. I knew this was very wrong, even though
it felt so good to be wanted...by my own son.
A few nights later, I approached him for another massage after a bath. His hands worked my moist skin and moved up to my soft inner thigh. Moaning in pleasure, I urged my son to explore between my legs...I knew he wanted to touch me...to finally feel his mother's wet pussy. But my sweet boy couldn't muster the courage to go all the way. He didn't realize that he could have had me right then and there.
A few nights later, I approached him for another massage after a bath. His hands worked my moist skin and moved up to my soft inner thigh. Moaning in pleasure, I urged my son to explore between my legs...I knew he wanted to touch me...to finally feel his mother's wet pussy. But my sweet boy couldn't muster the courage to go all the way. He didn't realize that he could have had me right then and there.
