She took a slow sip. Her eyes were on the flames. “Mmm, the fire feels wonderful, Mark. Thank you for starting it, and thank you for everything today. I’m sorry you got stuck here, but you really are the best son a mom could ask for.”
Mark let his gaze drift over her again while she watched the fire. “No problem at all, Mom. I’m glad I got stuck here. I like being the one who takes care of things for you.”
Linda smiled at that, still facing the hearth but feeling his eyes on her. “I like it too. Honestly, I’m happy you’re here tonight. It’s nice to have my boy all to myself.” She paused, then added softly, “You sure you don’t mind helping your old mom out?”
Mark’s voice dropped. “Mom, you’re not old. You’re beautiful. And I have to admit you’re unbelievably sexy in those pajamas. I can’t take my eyes off you. And I’ll help you with anything you need. Always.”
She finally turned her head and met his gaze. “Anything?”
“Anything,” he said, no hesitation.
She smiled again. “In that case, your dad used to give the best shoulder and back rubs. It’s been years. Would you mind?”
Mark felt the blood rush south at the thought of his hands on her. “Of course.”
“Good boy,” she whispered.
Linda set her wine glass down and stood up. With her back to him, she stepped into the space between his feet, reached down, and gently eased his knees wider apart as she lowered herself backwards to sit in the space between his thighs.
She settled slowly onto the cushion. The soft weight of her ass came to rest directly against his groin. Her thin ribbed knit leggings pressed warm against the bare skin beneath his robe. She felt his cock there, thick and heavy, already beginning to swell and harden against her. A quiet rush of pleasure moved through her.
Linda leaned forward. She rested her elbows on her knees, and her red hair spilled over one shoulder to expose the long line of her back and neck.
“Can you reach me, honey?” she asked softly. “Is that comfortable for you?”
“Um, yeah, that’s fine,” Mark said, barely able to form words.
Mark set his wine glass aside and shifted forward a little, closing the small gap between their bodies. His hands came to rest on her shoulders. His thumbs pressed lightly at the base of her neck. The ribbed knit was warm from her skin. He could feel the heat of her radiating through it.
He started slowly making firm circles with his thumbs, working the knots in her neck. Linda let her head drop forward, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
“Mmm… right there,” she whispered.
His palms slid outward to her shoulders then back to her neck, while his fingers kneaded the soft muscle along her upper back. With each minute, her body relaxed a fraction more. The weight of her ass shifted slightly against his groin. The robe had parted completely, leaving her pajama bottoms the only thing between her ass and his bare skin. He couldn’t stop the blood rushing to his cock.
Minutes passed like that. The only sounds were the fire snapping and her soft breathing. His hands drifted lower. HIs hands drifted as he made long, slow deliberate strokes up and down her back, gently kneading her muscles. With each pass up and down her back his fingers moved incrementally closer to the sides of her ribcage.