My Mom Uses Me

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I started working my fingers into the soft skin. After a moment, there came a grateful sigh from my mom, “That feels a lot better,” she softly moaned, “Don’t you think, Donny?”

“Uh, yeah!” I was trying not to get turned on, immersing myself into the senses of touch and sight. Memorizing every curve and blemish and freckle. The texture of her skin, so soft and inviting. “I can feel the difference.” Like welcoming me home.

After a few moments she spoke up again, “Raise it higher then, get my whole back, it feels wonderful!” My Mom said. Silently I complied, lifting her shirt higher and higher, she raised her belly so more of her shirt could be moved, and just like that it was bunched around her breasts. I soaked in the sight before me for a few precious moments before getting back to work on her muscles and the innocent massage.

“You’re missing the area under my bra,” she said, almost pleadingly. I stopped my massage as I processed what she was saying. “Are you getting tired, Donny?” she asked.

“N-no. I’m good.” I then added, almost proudly, “I’m young, I got stamina!”

She wiggled a little beneath my fingers. “Then unhook my bra to get the muscles under there.” I slowly reached for the hooks and fumbled and fumbled and fumbled. “Here, let me.” She lifted herself up off the cushion and expertly unhooked her bra and the straps fell to her sides. Her shirt was still bunched up underneath her arms and she absently relieved herself of the pesky garment, tossing it to the floor. Her full breasts held the bra as she lay back down, her head nestled into her folded arms. “Get back at it, champ!”

Her bare naked back exposed before me like a painters canvas. I soaked it all as I took a deep breath. Then I dove back into my massage. I felt her soft skin beneath my fingertips, I traced her beauty marks, I fondled her freckles. Up and down her spine I worked the tight muscles.

I was hard now, I constantly stole glances at the sides of her breasts, and ground my erection into the side of the coffee table, my hips moving in circles.

“Are you okay?” she asked suddenly.

“Y-yeah, why?” I stammered, pausing only a moment in my massage, then digging my fingers back into that soft flesh.

“You’re wiggling your hips,” she giggled.

“Oh-oh!” I needed to think fast. “I was just moving with the movements, kind of getting my whole body into the motions.” I continued my massage.

“Hmmm, Speaking of hips, maybe reach down there and get my glutes.” She looked over her shoulder at me.

“Glutes?” I asked. I had heard the word before but had forgotten the meaning.

“Massage your mom’s big old butt,” she said, emphasizing it with a wiggle, still looking over her shoulder at me, reading my face and gauging my reaction.

Then I remembered what glutes meant. “Oh! Okay. Yeah, no problem.” My hands glided slowly down her back, over her love handles, to the edge of her sweatpants, then into uncharted territory. I didn’t know what I was doing, I never massaged a butt before. So I just kind of squeezed them and rolled the muscles in circles. Really just opening and closing her butt-crack, over and over and over again. I must have been doing a good job because she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting out these little moans of approval.

“How is that, Mom?” I asked, opening and closing her cheeks.

She gave a thoughtful “Hmm,” before answering. “Maybe the angle would be better if you were behind me. That way you’re not reaching over me. It will all be right in front of you.” Again she looked over her shoulder at me, reading my face, gauging my reaction.

“Uh, okay,” I said, still so naive. I moved behind her. I noticed that her eyes looked down to my waist before she rested her head on her arms again. Did she see my erection? Could she tell I was so hard? I looked down at my sweatpants and the obvious bulge hiding under there. I thought, “Great, she must think I’m some kind of pervert, getting turned on by his own mother.” Boy was I wrong.

Her legs were together so when I got behind her I positioned my knees on either side of her. Her plump pussy still snug in the sweatpants. Tentatively I reached out to her buttocks, grabbing them in my hands, giving them a soft squeeze, then dragging my thumbs up either side of her cheeks to the top.

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