By the time Shane came out of the bathroom I was laid on my front in the middle of the king bed. To reach me he would have to get on it as I certainly wasn’t going to move. I could see him scanning my body as he walked towards me and as I hadn’t had the opportunity to see him shirtless in a few years; I was quite impressed. He wasn’t as muscular as Richard, but what he had was defined and it was obvious that the time he spent in the work gym was paying off. The other thing I noticed was his hairy chest. Richard only has a few in the middle, but Shane’s was all over and very thick. I loved it. It’s not to everybody’s taste but to me it was great. Now it was time to play.
I raised my head and looked his way, I’m also fully aware that as my head was resting on my hands, my 34EE’s are being pressed out the sides. I know he can see them and I know he likes them. “Honey, be a dear and get the oil out of my suitcase? I totally forgot it.”
“So you planned on getting me to give you a massage all along did you?” he said as he walked over to my case, giving me a lovely view of his butt in his shorts.
“Actually no dear, that is just a bonus.” I tell him. “The oil was brought for my legs if I decide not wear stockings. It gives them a nice sheen. I’m sure Michelle must use it sometimes?”
“I wouldn’t know….” he went silent. He had obviously found the magazine. I think he probably recognised it as one of his own.
“You alright love?”
“Um…Yeah… Errr why have you got this in your case mum?” I look up to see him showing me the magazine.
“To read silly; what else would you do with a magazine. I’ve read all the others that I found in the basement, this is the last one. I find its good reading.”
“Oh, but it’s not something I’d thought you’d read.”
“And why not? I like porn as much as the next woman. I’m not dead yet you know?”
“I didn’t mean that, I meant the subject matter.”
“Come on dear. You can do my back and talk at the same time can’t you?” I put my head down as I feel him climb onto the bed.
“And what’s wrong with the subject matter? It’s all just sex. Most of the stories are very loving and exciting. I’m assuming they’re yours and not your father’s.”
I moan as his oiled up hands touch my body for the first time. I keep gently probing. “Well Shane. Are they yours?”
“Well yes, they are. I’d forgotten they were down there.”
“But why did you have them in the first place? You were always a good looking boy, always had plenty of girlfriends. I’m surprised that you’d have them.”
I could feel his hands quivering through to the skin on my back. He was reluctant to answer me, but I wasn’t going to let him get away. I knew why he had them and I was pretty sure he knew I knew why he had them. All he had to do was tell me. But he remained tight lipped. He wasn’t going to make this easy.
“Do me a bit higher love, on my shoulders would be nice. Anyway, you never answered me, why did you have them? Did you think that you were one of the boys in those stories Shane? Did you think about fucking your own mother?” His hands stopped their movement.
“Oh god…Oh god. I’m sorry mum…so so sorry.”
I lift my head now and turn to face him. His embarrassment and shame hasn’t stopped him from getting a hard-on I notice. “Why are you sorry baby? I’m not. I love knowing that my own son finds me good enough to fuck?”
“Good enough!!! Fuck, have you had look at yourself? I don’t know any other woman of your age that can ooze sex like you do. Even before you divorced dad I thought that. Jesus, I could never understand him. He was just plain stupid.”
“That’s all very nice honey, but you still haven’t told me if you want to fuck Me.” as I said this I turned a little more showing one boob to him. His hungry eyes latched on to it straight away.
“Yes, ok mum. Yes, I’ve wanted to fuck you for years. There I’ve said it. Now what?”
“Now I get to suck that.” I stated as I palmed his solid erection that poking out obscenely in his shorts. “Now you get to cum in your hot mothers mouth and then you get to make love to me. Then we go to this stupid dinner and then we come back up here and you get to fuck the shit out of me. How does that sound?”
I turn over fully now and untie the arms of the silk gown from around my waist. I throw it away and stretch myself like a cat. I can see the lust in his eyes, I can smell it. I can see his cock twitching in his shorts and a wet patch is appearing. I’m in my element. This is what I love. I haven’t experienced this for weeks; with Richard it’s different now. Although I’ve had no other since we’ve been fucking each other, we know what’s going to happen. Sometimes he’s barely through the door before we’ve ripped each other’s clothes off and he’s got me bent over and stuffing his mammoth tool inside me.