Her toned muscles flexed as she did a hip-swaying dance to remove her tight yoga shorts off of her slim waist before pushing them down to the ceramic floor, plucking bunched up fabric out of the tight crack of her booty. With no hesitation or modesty, she turned around and flashed her freshly shaved snatch at her son, pussy lips puckered by her strong thighs. Damien averted his gaze and pretended to look at a particularly interesting tile on the wall.
“Oh sweetie, that’s way too much water for two.” Anna put a toned leg in the tub and bent down to pull the bathtub plug. She was right, Damien realized. When Anna’s tits dipped into the bath and drenched her camisole, the water level rose near the edge of the bath. Speaking of rising, Damien’s mother was in front of the particularly interesting tile, so there was no escaping the sight of a waxed butthole and wet shirt wrapping her dangling breasts in white like a marble statue.
She was done draining the tub, and ready to drain something else.
“There we go.” With the water down to a reasonable level, Anna turned around and crawled toward him. Her soaked bralette not only highlighted the shape of her melons, it revealed the darker areolas and the bump of their nipples. The unspoken rule of ignoring erections was in effect but she had to climb over the stiff cock to find a comfortable position, nestled against her son’s chest. She pretended to yawn then melted in his arms, sinking her butt down until her vulva pinched the submerged base of the big stick tight in her thigh gap.
Damien didn’t intend on making things lewd, but the simple act of hugging his mom so she wouldn’t get cold led to the inevitable squishing of her jogging partners under his arms. He hoped she couldn’t feel his cock twitching between her legs.
She could.
Anna wrapped her own arms over his. “We should do this more often. It’s so relaxing,” she said, squirting a hefty amount of hand lotion in her hand. Oily palms found their target on the helmet of the big soldier standing at attention within arms’ reach. It fascinated her to handle man meat that she couldn’t fully wrap a hand around.
“M..mom…”
“I promised you a massage, my love. The best way to get over an ex is to let someone remind you that she’s not the only girl in the world who can please you. Close your eyes and imagine that I’m another pretty girl from school. Pretend these are her breasts…” While keeping up the massage with one hand Anna used the other to free her boobs from the transparent top then guide her son’s hand to their soft, wet skin.
Damien’s other hand got jealous and joined in on the rubbing. There was no point imagining being with anyone else, no one at school had breasts like these. Anna had assumed as much.
“What would she say? She’d probably say: oh, Damien, your cock is so big. I can’t believe Jessica broke up with a hunk like you.” Anna was drawing circles with her thumb on her son’s bulky cockhead. Her other hand was deeper in the water, gently caressing the submerged ball sack.
“Mom, stop, I’m going to…”
“What? You think she’d sound more like this?” Anna put on an overly sensual voice and sprinkled her speech with moans. She was no longer pretending to be anyone else. “Mmmm, Damien, your balls are so full. You poor thing. Don’t worry, Mommy is here now.” She realized she broke the fantasy game but didn’t care at this point; her precious boy was ejaculating in her cupped hands and she joined him in a mind-melting orgasm that could only happen with such a strong bond of love.
“Anna, are you home?” That was her husband’s voice. A surge of adrenaline shook Damien off his post-coitus daze, and he pulled his hands away from his mom’s tits, leaving as evidence red marks where he squeezed the hardest.
Anna slurped and swallowed the cum in her hands and quickly sucked what was left off her fingers before stretching her wet shirt back over her breasts. The erect nipples threatened to pierce through the thin fabric.
“I’m in here, honey!” she said.
A friendly, bearded face poked his head through the door. At the very last second, Anna pushed down on the softening cock to hide it between her thighs. Damien’s dad looked a bit confused seeing his grown-up son in the bath with his wife, so Anna explained: “Damien broke up with Sarah today. I wanted to relax with him while he told me all about what happened.”
“Aww shucks, son. I’m sorry to hear that. Well, you both deserve some R&R, that’s for sure,” his dad said. “Whenever you’re ready, there’s warm lasagna in the oven,” he continued before closing the door.
“Thanks, dad.”
“Thanks, honey.”
Anna let go of Damien’s cock which sprung back up, splashing water in her face. She had been rubbing it underwater during the exchange with his father, so this was bound to happen.
“How about we continue the massage in bed before we turn into prunes, huh?”
Damien, still pumped with adrenaline from his dad’s impromptu visit, was suddenly reunited with the sting of his bruised back that he had been hiding from his mother so far. She was such a shrewd detective, that he imagined she could correlate the wound pattern with a struggle and his attempt at hiding it with gang-related activities.
But Damien forgot about it all again. A well-built booty was inches from his face, glistening from the hand lotion that soaped up the water. Anna stepped out of the bath and set her boobs free of the wet rag for good. She teased him with a long stretch before heading to the attached bedroom with the only bath towel available.
“Don’t bother putting your clothes back on,” she told him, nay, ordered him.
A hand towel is a poor substitute when you have a cock this size and a new erection you cannot mentally shake off. Damien leaned to look through the open door, and saw his mom sitting on the bed, wearing the short, silky bathrobe he imagined her in earlier. It was loosely tied with an overhand knot and any sudden movement would have it slide open. The towel had been laid out at the edge of the bed to define the massage area.
Mindful of keeping his back facing away from his mom, Damien climbed on the bed and laid face-up on the towel. It was embarrassing to choose the side that exposed the family-size tent he was pitching under the tiny cloth, but the classic face-down massage was not an option in his current predicament.
Anna was happy with his decision. She kneeled by the bed and clumsily massaged his legs as a symbolic gesture for a few seconds. All she really wanted was to unwrap her gift. Her elbow ‘accidentally’ knocked the small towel off the towering cock and she coincidentally decided at that moment that Damien’s legs had been sufficiently relaxed. He was reminded of the time he broke his arm. The best month of his life. He still had wet dreams about her perfect titjobs.
It was nice to feel the warm embrace of his mother’s bosom on his shaft once again. They were a little cold from the bathwater meeting the air but warming up fast as they rubbed the cock up and down while also kneading it like trying to shape a clay sculpture. Something wet… a tongue… the tip of a tongue poked his dick hole. She had never gone that far before.