“Hello Thomas. Can I share some sun with you?”
I looked up in time to see my mother take off her robe and expose her glorious nude body to the world. Her beautiful breasts jiggled as she sat down on the lounger next to me. I stared until Mom snapped her fingers in front of my face. I looked up, guilty at having been caught leering.
“I said ‘Hello,’ you naughty boy,” she said with a grin.
“Hi, Mom,” I said.
Mom rolled over onto her front and now I was treated to the sight of her perfect ass, so I stared at that for a while, too.
“Thomas, are you quite alright?” she said.
I decided to go with honesty. “Mom, your body is perfection. I’m sorry, I know it’s wrong but I just can’t help staring.”
She smiled. “Why, thank you, Dear. Tell me more.”
“What?”
“This old lady doesn’t hear that kind of compliment much these days, especially from someone who could be hanging out with much younger women. So I’d like you to tell me exactly what you think is so perfect about my body.”
I swallowed. “I’m not sure I can talk that way with you. You’re my Mom.”
“Oh, nonsense. We all know there’s not a shy bone in your body.”
True. I took a deep breath. “Okay. Well, of course you’re in beautiful shape. And not just for your age… you have the body of a much younger woman. I know you work out a lot, and it shows. That’s attractive in and of itself.”
“Go on,” she said.
“Your skin is flawless,” I said. Without thinking, I reached out and touched her back, and she shivered a little. “So soft and smooth. You could be a body lotion model.” Inspired, I grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some onto my hands and began smoothing it into Mom’s back. She stretched and made contented sounds as I gave her a little impromptu massage.
“Mmmm,” she said. “Go on.”
My hands reached her ass. “Your derriere… ”
“Oh please, Thomas. My what?”
I squeezed the twin globes of flesh. “Your ass, Mom. Your ass is perfect. The perfect shape. Beautiful.” I rubbed and squeezed her ass cheeks as I talked. “So round and firm. Perfectly curved. I’ve never, ever seen a nicer ass, Mom, and I’ve seen a lot of them.”
“Mmmm,” she said.
My cock was now at full attention and, as usual, began to do my thinking for me. I squeezed out more lotion and went back to working Mom’s butt, only now I let the tips of my fingers work into the crack between her cheeks as my hands moved. I positioned myself behind her on her lounger and she spread her legs to make room for me in between, giving me a nice view of her pussy. It was dewy wet, telling me that Mom was turned on either by my talking or by my massage. I realized that this might be the time for what Tina had talked about, the time to make love with Mom. I was certainly hard and ready enough. But unlike the lust and love I had for Tina, I had never before thought of having sex with my mother. I wasn’t sure how to approach it, or even if I could do it. In my current position I could be inside her in about two seconds, but that’s not what I meant. How do you take your own mother? What would the consequences be for both of us afterwards? I decided that she was going to have to make the move, if it were going to happen.
For now, I concentrated on giving her a real butt massage that just happened to include some fingertip ass crack work.
“Keep telling me,” she said.
“Mom, honestly, the view from back here is amazing. There’s not a single way I can look at you without seeing perfection.” My hands moved down onto the backs of her thighs, and she groaned. I started rubbing up her legs, onto and over her ass, then back down the sides of her hips and thighs, repeat, repeat, repeat. She squirmed a little on the chair.
“Keep talking, Son.”
“Your legs are so toned, so beautiful. I like every part of a woman, Mom, but I confess that I’m a leg man.” I started working her inner thighs, up and down. She moaned when my hands bumped into her pussy; while I didn’t actually try to touch her there, I didn’t try not to, either. She was getting very wet and I could smell the intoxicating scent of her juices. I resisted just sticking my head between her legs and breathing it all in.
Instead, I scooted back and finished off her calves and feet. “Even your feet are pretty. Most people don’t take care of their feet, but I can tell that you do.”
I stood up and said, “Turn over, Mom.”
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When Thomas stood up Julie gasped, “My God… he’s hard!”
The girls had been standing at the sliding glass door watching the massage.
“Yes, he is,” said Esmeralda.
Julie watched the woman turn over and stare at the man’s erection.
“Are they going to have sex, Ez?”
Esmeralda realized that Julie didn’t know she was watching a mother and her son. “No,” she said. Then she thought about it. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Is THAT the other thing you said he does out there, Ez? Has sex with women?”
“Yes.”
“Have you seen him have sex?”
“Yes. A lot of times.”
“Wow. Lucky,” said Julie. “Have you ever had sex with him?”
“No. But my mother has.”
“Damn! Do you WANT to have sex with him?”
Long pause. “Yes,” Esmeralda whispered.