"Um, okay, I guess...," you answer, laying down on your back as she asked. As she began to work on your neck and back, you couldn't hold back the coming erection, due to the pleasure of the massage and the unstoppable horny thoughts you had going through your head.
She was very good - you could feel the tension just sweeping right out of your strained muscles. However, as she worked her soft hands along your neck, you couldn't help but think... How good was she at giving handjobs? You shoved your head into the pillow to hide the embarassment that painted your face.
"Hey, son," your mom said, with a laugh in her voice, "how can I give you a proper massage with your shirt on?"
Your face flushed with embarassment, but you couldn't say no now. Sitting up on your knees, being careful not to expose your mother to your rather solid erection, you quickly pull off your shirt and lay back down.
She laughed again, "Honey, I already did your back... Flip over!"
Oh no. There was no way you could stall her without being too obvious.
"C'mon," she said, "let's go! Flip over - you've had too hard of a day if you agreed to this anyway."
You had to do it. You turned over, laying on your back, and almost immediatly, your mother spotted your raging arousal and... you couldn't believe you were seeing this!
She was smirking!
"Now that's what I wanted to see...," she said smugly. |