After fifteen minutes, Robert was waiting patiently for Miss Rose. His hands grasped the arms of the lawn seat and twitching with some discomfort. He was addressing everything, and the consistent piece of his mind was building a decent body of evidence against the imaginative and fantasizing part. His certainty, The confidence he had when she fucked Ella was gone.
The swirling sound of the back door created more discomfort.
She’s prepared for me, he thought and got up. The glass door opened and It was Felicia. It was at this point, he realized that indulging in any sexual relations with Felicia’s Mom will never come to reality. Miss Rose will not come out naked since Felicia was around.
“Hello” he said with eyes down. He couldn’t explain why he was feeling broken.
“Hey…” Felicia said, and continued to walk.
She wore something, but one can’t say she was completely modest.
“Where you going?” he inquired.
“I’m heading toward Frida’s home. Her folks aren’t home.”
Felicia’s frustrated tone made him think that Felicia’s fantasy was shattered by her Mom’s return, but that wasn’t practically true. It was his fetish brain that couldn’t think of anything other than sexual stuff.
“Have a good time.” He said, as she left without answering.
“Jeez!!! Is it Frida? She was the girl who ate Felicia’s pussy at the soil piled area?, well… Maybe”
In a jiffy, the back door opened again.
“Com’on… I ready” Miss Rose said.
Robert stood up. Was “ready” better or more awful? Stripped on the lawn would send a reasonable message that she wanted him to tuck her, but inside things won’t be so obvious.
Robert shut the door behind and wondered where she might be.
“Over here,” a voice called out. She’s in her room. His mom could never give a boy access to her room. He was scarcely permitted in there.
Miss Rose was in her jumbo bed with her head at the foot end, confronting him. Her wet hair was grouped up at the rear of her head and her jawline was laying on her hands, very much like Felicia on the folding chair. The thing that matters was, Felicia had been wearing a swimsuit, her mom just had a towel across her butt.
“Should I close the door or leave it open?” He murmured to himself.
Robert decided to leave it open, since he could never go in his mom’s room and close the door. Regardless of how clear Miss Rose made her aims; to Robert she wasn’t any secondary school girl but a mother.
It wasn’t advisable to be in her room. What if she requested for sex? He will definitely be frozen with an imbecilic and open mouth, very much like he had when she wore a wet shirt on his first day at work.
“The oil is around there,” Miss Rose said, and gestured her head, “on the end table.”
“Hmmm, Okay….,” Robert said. He murmured inside and quickly walked towards the table, so he could keep her fixed gaze on his groin off. He had gotten a boner seeing his mom in a shower robe and undies, so it wasn’t a big deal for his limp cock to start rising.
Robert strolled over to the end table and saw Miss Rose’s feet by her cushions. That was where she laid her head to rest, and that was her end table where she kept her most private stuff, her vibrator and more.
He got it and turned towards the bed. His eyes checked, staring earnestly at her exposed ass. The towel covered not as much as his mom’s robe had.
What were the possibilities that he would see undies under there? His mind was just on her ass and bad thoughts were flowing through.
“Make it happen, take a look, she won’t ever be aware.” A thought struck him.
“No, don’t… that’s a lady’s pussy.” A good thought finally struck him. He didn’t look, but he understood he was unable to rub her from where he was. He had to get into the bed.
“You about to start?” Miss Rose inquired.
“Yes Ma…” He said, and stepped on the rear of his right sneaker.
When his shoes were off, he changed the front of his pants, so his erection couldn’t be noticeable.
“Here we go.”He said as he put his knee on the bed.
Following a couple of moments without sound, he put the other knee up. In any case, Miss Rose didn’t dissent.
“Incredible this is what she anticipated that I should do.”He thought, With some unknown confidence, he drew nearer, then at last turned towards her head. What he saw eradicated the bit of confidence he had managed to summon.
Over the dresser, confronting him, was a large mirror. He could see himself, which implied she could see him.
Dammit, that means she had been watching me while I checked out at her butt or arranged my dick.
Miss Rose’s head was down, her eyes were confronting the floor, so he imagined she hadn’t gazed upward and trusted she wouldn’t look while he was scouring oil on her.
Robert turned on one knee and his other leg crossed her body. Her butt was larger than Katie or Carmen’s, and he had never ridden his mom, so he couldn’t tell.
His groin was close. He moved cautiously, trying not to upset the towel. He gazed at her neck and shoulders.
“You sure you want to touch me or you just afraid ?” Miss Rose said, and checked out at him in the mirror.
“No Ma, I’m just uh… just getting ready.”
“I trust you’re basically as great as your mother says you are.”
Crap, that implied she was anticipating a back rub. “I don’t actually have any idea what I’m doing,” he said. “I trust that is no joke.”
“It seemed as though you understood how you were doing, Felicia. I don’t think she was disheartened.”
“That wasn’t exactly a back rub. She just requested that I help, erm… her apply a cream.” He would give anything for her to quit checking him out. Sweat was beading on his temple.
“Then I think she got more than she requested.”
Robert’s cheeks were burning. He had fingered this lady’s daughter while she watched. “I think she want the same thing. Maybe just a back rub.”
“Ladies are that way. They might want something, and they intend to get it through other ways.” Miss Rose grinned and laid her jawline on the edge of the sleeping cushion.
“Thank god, she’s no longer looking at me.” He murmured to him.
“OK, here we go,” he said, and spurted a liberal portion of oil on her shoulder bones. The smell of the yellowish-earthy colored oil was invigorating. While it spilled down the slope and gathered in the focal point of her back, Robert thought of what to do with the container.
Miss Rose shook her body and dropped her arms down to her sides. Her hands were at her hips, perhaps prepared to hold that towel set up.
“Give me that,” she said as she took the container from her.
Does she have eyes toward the rear of her head? Obviously, she does, he thought.
Finally, he put his hands on her. It was skin, muscle, and bone, same as the wide range of various bodies he had touched. He watched his hands spread the plush liquid over her warm tissue and pondered the manner in which he had scoured his mom’s shoulder when they were on the grandstands. His confidence that day had become clear sometime later, today was unique. He squeezed her enthusiastically.
His hands climbed to her shoulders, his fingers folded over them and his thumbs sank in and stroked, diving into the meat at the focal point of her back. The oil fired heating up.
He looked in the mirror and saw what looked like the same teenage boy he had been two weeks ago, but nothing was the same as it was two weeks ago. His hands were now on a naked woman, and he was deliberately trying to get her so horny she would come right out and tell him what to do.
And seeing it with his eye was difficult to accept that he was riding Miss Rose. He peered down at his crotch, it was straight over the depression at the highest point of her butt.
His confidence rose, and his hands dove this way through the bend of her lower back. His fingers slid around to her cushy layers. They weren’t close to as strong as his mom’s had been, yet they energized his dick, it pulsated.
Miss Rose moaned, and he pulled his hands from her sides, thinking he had driven it too far.
“Mmm, you’re great. No big surprise Orva looked like she…”
Robert replayed the words he had heard, and Miss Rose alluded to his mom as Orva in the very sentence with a word that could have been climax brought him further down into a more deep hole.
He stroked the muscles running down each side of her spine, moving lower on her back. That’s the top of her butt, he thought, you’re nearly at her butt, and you must choose what to do.
The smell of the oil, the intensity it produced under his hands, the exposed lady under his hurting balls and the rough mumbles vibrating through her back undeniably made him frantically horny, but he was still scared.
He crept up the slope from her lower back, pausing and trusting she would urge him to continue and not stop. But Miss Rose just groaned and moaned.
His own sister had directed his hands right up under her shorts. Come on, please tell me something. He mused.