A Very Special Mother’s Day - Sex Stories

A Very Special Mother’s Day

... flesh of her side-boobs and groaned with lust.

Pamela smiled and wiggled her ass. “Get busy, slave boy! Your queen is getting impatient and demands her massage!”

“Yes, milady,” he replied. He squeezed a good amount of cold lotion into his warm hands. Starting at the top of her shoulders, he slipped his hand under her shirt and began to work. He used every technique he had learned; being firm then gentle, and focusing on her shoulders, spine, and the spot above her ass. Not able to resist, he ran his hands up and down the sides of her body and ‘accidentally’ touched her breasts a few times.

Pamela gave out soft grunts of pleasure and long sighs of contentment. When her son began to massage the top of her ass, he pressed against her, pushing her against the rough cushions.

“We need more room...,” Pamela sighed. Too bad. She loved her ass massaged. It made her pussy wet.

“What about the bedroom?” Benjamin suggested. Altogether too quickly, he realized.

“What..., about..., the bedroom...,” Pamela repeated. She was drunk. She was horny. She wanted more. Not an awkward massage on the couch, but a glorious, full body massage in a nice, soft, bed. What harm could there be in that?

“Good idea,” she said, standing up and draining her wine glass. She took her son’s hand. “Come on, lover,” she said, and led him to her bedroom.

‘Lover? WTF? Why did she say that?’ Once in the privacy of her own room, she looked at her strong, handsome, son. He looked so much like ...

... his father. She loved his father and loved the fantastic sex they once shared. He was so much like him. The strong body, the way he smiled, and his long, thick, cock.

Pamela started to close the door for privacy, but realized that would be weird. She left it open, turned her back on her son, and took off her shirt before dropping it on the floor. She covered her breasts as best she could, and laid down in the middle of the bed.

“Don’t want to get lotion on my shirt,” she said. “You might want to take yours off too.”

Benjamin stripped off his shirt quickly. She peered at him. Damn, he was in shape. Boundless energy too.

“No shoes on my bed, either,” she added.

Pamela heard the sound of one shoe, and immediately the other shoe, hitting the floor. “Now, get up here and give your mother a proper massage.”

She felt the bed sink when Benjamin climbed on top of it. He scooted close to his mother. He was so nervous. He was in his mother’s bedroom! She was half-naked, and she was awake this time. Was his plan working? Was something sexual was going to happen between them?

“Straddle my thighs,” she said. “You can get better leverage there than sitting next to me.” He swung his leg over his mother’s butt and sat on his knees, resting his ass on her thighs.

His mother had such soft, fleshy, thighs. He shuddered. He stared at her ass and naked back.

Benjamin squeezed out a generous portion of lotion and went to work. Again, he started with her shoulders, then ...