What Lies Beneath - Sex Stories

What Lies Beneath

... s****r's room, taking the cloth from her pillow. He took it to his mother's door and knocked on it lightly. He could hear her TV on, and it shut off before he had finished knocking. &#034What do you want?&#034 she asked, from inside. &#034Just a minute!&#034 A moment later, she opened the door, her face flushed bright red, and she was breathing a little heavier than usual. &#034Are you okay, Mom?&#034 he asked. &#034Yes, yes, I'm fine.&#034 she said, distractedly. She pushed an errant lock of hair out of her eyes. 'What did you want?&#034 &#034Can I come in, Mom? I kinda wanted to talk to you about something.&#034 he told her. &#034Right now?&#034 she asked, letting him come in past her. He went over and sat on her bed, so she sat next to him. &#034It's late, honey, and my feet are killing me. Can we make this quick?&#034 &#034It won't take long, I promise, Mom. I'm pretty tired, too.&#034 he said. &#034Tell you what. Why don't you scoot up there a bit, lean against your pillows, and I'll give you a foot rub while we talk. Would that be okay?&#034 &#034That would be great, pumpkin.&#034 she sighed, doing as he suggested and moving further onto her bed. He knelt at here feet and picked up the left one, stroking his thumbs firmly along the inside of her arch. She moaned and relaxed backwards, closing her eyes and letting his fingers work out her stress. Hs fingers rubbed all over the soles of her foot, then his strong hands were moving up her leg, squeezing and massaging all ...

... the way up to her knee. He put it down, cocking her knee slightly open, then picked her other foot up. This caused her bathrobe that she had hurriedly thrown on to part and open up, the waist belt coming untied. Her head was back on the pillows and her eyes shut, so she didn't notice or care that she had just exposed her naked pussy to her son. The son definitely noticed, however. &#034She must have been masturbating herself when I knocked.&#034 he thought to himself. &#034She's wide open and ready.&#034 &#034What did you want to talk to me about, Marcus?&#034 she asked sl**pily, still not opening her eyes. &#034Is it about you and Miranda downstairs?&#034 &#034Yes.&#034 he whispered, sounding embarrassed. &#034We were cuddling on the couch together, and kissing and stuff. She let me get my hand under her T-shirt and everything.&#034 &#034Everything?&#034 his mother asked, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. &#034Well, no, not everything, Mom. I just touched her b-breasts, an she was rubbing her hand over my shorts. She did it until I- until I cummed. When it was over, I kissed her again and thanked her for making me cum like a good little slut. That's when she yelled out that she wasn't a slut, and I guess that's what you heard. I just wanted to apologize to you, as well. I already made it up to her.&#034 &#034Oh my God!&#034 she said, sitting bolt upright. She followed his eyes and realized what he was staring at, between her legs. She pulled her robe shut hurriedly, ...