“Sure mom, what is it?”
“I want you to come over and stand by me.” I got up and stood next to her chair at the breakfast table. “Ok, now I want you to take off my top.”
I had to dig my hands very deep under her mounds in order to get to the bottom of the tube top. The fabric was smooth, some sort of spandex, and I pulled it away letting her voluptuous tit meat bounce back down and point right at my raging hard on.
“You like mommie’s fun bags?” I nodded my firm consent. “Ok, now go and finish breakfast if you can.” I didn’t get much food down. I was too busy feasting my eyes on her large milky white globes. They would jiggle with all her little movements and she even spilled a little milk on them. Probably not an accident, but I didn’t mind. She made ample motions cleaning them off.
“Ok, show’s over. I have to get my day started so that we can watch our movie tonight.”
I arrived home from the movie store just before it was time to begin our night. I went into the living room and got the video ready. While I was placing the cassette in the VCR, I realized that there was no sign of my mother and it was time to start. I began to worry just a little that my mother had gotten second thoughts about what we were doing. Or perhaps she had gotten mad that I had never returned any of her favors. It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that she always seemed to disappear after she took care of me.
After almost ten minutes of worrying and coming up with possible scenarios, mom came into the room wearing a tube top and a skirt made from thin light flowing material.
“You had me worried. You’ve never been late before.”
“Oh, it’s ok, just had to finish something up. Shall we start the movie?”
“Ok, it’s all ready to go.”
We assumed our new cuddle position with mom snuggled close to me massaging my swollen member. She smelled so fresh tonight, as if she had just showered. She smelled clean and slightly floral. It really added to the erotic air of what was already going on.
I had thought all day about a way to approach her about letting me massage her tits while we did our routine, but I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t either desperate or too blunt. I wasn’t sure if she felt ok with me touching them yet, and I didn’t want to push it too hard.
“Mom, I have a favor to ask you.” I said, slightly mocking her tone from those weeks ago. “This is something that a son should not ask a mother to do…” My mother smiled coyly at me anticipating what next step I was going to add to our little game.
“Yes, John John, what is it?” She hadn’t called me that since I was a very little boy.
“Well, I was wondering if…”
Then as luck would have it, the doorbell rang. We both looked at each other as if we were two kids having to stop our street hockey in order to let a car go by.
“I guess you’re going to have to hold that thought.” My mother stood up and straightened her top. “And you had better hide in your room, till that goes away in case they need to come in.”
I ducked back into my room till I heard the sound of my sister laughing at the front door. Once I had calmed down I went out and gave her the usual hug.