Chapter 5

As had happened every time my mother and I did something sexual, we did not speak about it. The following morning was like any other in my 19 years; Mom in the kitchen, breakfast being readied. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.

"Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well?" She always asked me that.

"Uh ... yes ... I did. How about you?"

"Okay. My lower back is beginning to bother me. It happened when I was pregnant with you as well. The doctor says I should get massages. I might call and set up an appointment."

A light came on for me. "Hey, I could do it ... I mean ... uh ... if you want me too."

She smiled and said, "That is very sweet of you. But you don't have to."

"No," I said quickly. "I want to."

"Well, okay, if you insist. I have a few errands to run but I should be back by early this afternoon, if that is okay with you."

"Yeah, fine," I said, trying to hide my excitement. "I have to change the oil in my car and I was going to wash it."

"Good, then it's a date."

I smiled. I liked that comment.

I watched as she turned and walked over to the table with a stack of pancakes. My eyes were not on the pancakes. My mother's sweet tits were almost totally visible under her thin pink nightgown. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. I could tell she knew where my eyes were.

"I can see you are hungry," she said, holding the pancakes out.

We both knew that I was hungry, but not only for the pancakes.

After I devoured the pancakes I went to the garage and worked on the car, spilling oil and losing the oil plug in the bucket of old oil. For some reason my mind was not on working on the car today. I found that I was very nervous about this afternoon. What was she going to let me do, I wondered? Up until that point, it had been all her, jerking me, but not letting me take any liberties with her. Now I was going to be able to touch her body ... or at least her back, but I hoped for more.

When she got home at about 3 o'clock, I tried to act very casual. For some strange reason I didn't want to seem over eager. "Uh ... anytime you want that back rub, let me know, Mom," I said.

"I want to take a quick shower. I have been looking forward to this all day."

So had I. The thought that in just a few minutes I was going to put my hands on my mother's body made my cock start to harden.

"Where do you want to do it?" I asked.

"I suppose on my bed. I'll put a beach towel on the top to keep the oil for getting on the duvet."

"Okay, just give me a call when you're ready." Then I wondered what I should wear. I finally decided on a pair of jeans, with no shirt and no shoes ... partially naked but still respectable.

About an hour later I heard my mother calling me. "David, I'm ready." I think that might have been the longest hour of my life. I hurried up the stairs and into her room. I stopped as I stepped into the room. My mother was lying on her stomach without her bra with just a pair of thong panties on. I was almost shaking as I walked over to the bed.

I saw that she had placed a couple of towels on the bed with several bottles of massage oil on the nightstand. I suddenly got an idea. "Mom, do you mind if I take my jeans off. They are going to be a bit rough on your skin."

"Do you have underwear on?" she asked and then laughed.

"I do," I answered with a laugh of my own. I had in truth thought about leaving my underwear off. Now I was glad I hadn't.

"Sure, get comfortable," she said as she glanced at me and then smiled. I could feel her eyes on me as I quickly stripped my jeans off and climbed onto the bed. My hands were shaking as I picked up a bottle of scented massage cream. I stared down at my mother's beautiful back and ass. Her skin was perfect, without a blemish or mole anywhere. I straddled the backs of her thighs sitting gently back. I poured the oil on my hands and rubbed them together until they were warm. Then I placed my hands onto the small of her back.

"Ahhhh," she moaned.

I moved my hands slowly around, kneading the flesh of her back firmly but without undue pressure.

"Oh, that's it, right there. That feels so good."

I smiled. It felt and looked good to me too. As I massaged I stared at her bare ass cheeks. She was almost totally naked right there in front of me. I had to fight the urge to move my hands down and massage her naked ass cheeks. But I didn't want to overstep my bounds. The last thing I wanted was to get her upset and take a chance of being thrown out of the room. So I was careful.

When I finished with her lower back I moved my hands slowly upward. Her groan gave me the approval I needed. I circled my hands, and then moved upward toward the center, using my thumbs to press either side of her spine.