Becoming My Mother's Lover
closed as she released those soft sounds. I stopped rubbing and was starting to get off the chair when she said, “Hey honey, what about my legs?”
    “Oh, well uh…”
    “Start at my feet.” Mom said. “Can’t have me burning now can we?”
    “Of course not.” I said and with an air of a drowning man going down for the last time, turned around and lifting her right foot, started to rub lotion on it.
    “Mmm, I like that.” Mom whispered as I massaged the soft skin of the bottom of her foot.
    I finished her foot and after rubbing lotion into the other, turned again and now kneeling on the chair between her legs, squirted lotion along the backs of her long shapely legs. As I started working it into her well muscled calves, I began to sweat from something more than the heat. I was no longer able to control my eyes and they were locked in between Mom’s legs. The bikini had ridden slightly to one side and I core I could see the lighter skin of her pussy. Just over that the tight firm cheeks of her ass seemed to be calling to me.
    Even as I worked my way slowly, very slowly, up her legs, I imagined those cheeks beneath my hands. I envisioned spreading them open and putting my face between her legs, sliding the bikini to the side and…I closed my eyes and told myself to stop, but there was no power behind that thought. My cock was raging in my pants and Mom was now starting to move her hips back and forth as I was now rubbing the backs of her thighs. Even as I continued massaging her, I knew where this would go if I didn’t stop.
    I screamed at myself to put the bottle down and say I was done, go sit in the chair next to her or go back inside, just get the hell away from that tanned ass and that damn little strip of red material. Instead my hands were now just under the cheeks of her ass and I was now at the point of no return, it was either continue to her ass or stop. I paused and she said softly, “Keep going, you know you want to.”
    I started to say I was done, but at that moment Mom pushed her ass up into the air, inviting me to rub it.
    “Oh, fuck.” I whispered as I stared at that perfect ass.
    The bikini had slid towards the middle of her ass, leaving most of her cheeks exposed and with a look around as if someone from the beach could see me over the railing, I put my hands on my mother’s ass and started working the lotion into it.
    “Damn that feels good.” Mom cooed and I had to agree, her ass felt even better than I had imagined.
    Between how warm her skin was and how damn firm her cheeks were, I was not even pretending I wasn’t enjoying touching her. I spread my hands so that my thumbs were at the bottom of her cheeks and as I closed my hand, kneading her flesh, I watched her cheeks spread open causing the bikini to ride up even more. Mom opened her legs wider and I began to work my hand slower on her ass. I was at the point where as I was squeezing her cheeks my fingers were on her warm inner thighs and I could feel them trembling. Mom was rocking her hips steadily and I watched her ass rise and fall.
    I slid my hands down and was now rubbing the insides of her thighs and released a breath as Mom moaned softly. I worked my hands further up and I could now feel the edge of my hand sliding along the crotch of her bikini. As I continued to rub I started pressing the side of my hand harder against her…pussy. I was rubbing her pussy. Mom moaned louder and started working her hips, sliding her pussy along my hand.
    I had knocked the lotion over and didn’t care seeing as how I hadn’t added any in awhile. My cock was aching between my legs as my mother worked her pussy against my hand. I moaned softly as I could feel the bikini getting wet. My hand trembling, I slid it between her legs and pressing my fingers against her pussy started rubbing it through the material.
    “Oh, yes.” Mom moaned
    “Do…do you like that?” I asked,
    “I’d like it better if they were inside.”
    I paused and she

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