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As Dean awoke the next morning, he questioned his moral compass. After reading the incest story, it was apparent that a hidden demon had awoken and caused him to see his mother in a different light. But now that it was out, could he find the strength to control it? Alternatively, did he even want to? Then as he dove deeper into the depths of his mind to look for an answer as to why this had happened, seductive images of his mother's naked figure remerged.

Fuck. Dean thought as he sinfully pictured his mother lying on her back, legs spread with her eyes closed while her fingers drabbled between her legs, causing his dick to get rock hard once again.

Dean shook his head and rocketed out of bed, mumbling, "I have to stop this crazy thinking."

Quickly, Dean dressed before racing out of his room to greet his mother while she stood next to the counter in the kitchen sipping her coffee.

However, as Dean approached his mom, he noticed her eyes shifted from looking at his face to focusing on his groin.

Oh no! Dean thought as he paused before looking down to see if he was still stiff; sure enough, he was! Then, with his head still hanging low, Dean could feel his face turning red as he muttered, "Oh! I'm... errr... I'm sorry, mom."

Macey laughingly said, "For what?"

Dean couldn't speak and just looked at his mom when she softly touched his shoulder.

"If you're sorry for having a hard-on, get used to apologizing. Boys your age tend to have them quite often."

"Oh... Well... Um... It's still kind of awkward for me."

Again, his mother chuckled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Okay honey, I won't embarrass you anymore," as she walked into the other room.

Dean fixed himself a coffee and gulped it down, knowing he had to rush out the door before he was late for class. His mother was already heading out the door by the time he was putting the cup in the sink and hollered, "Have a good day, honey."

"You too, Mom."

Lost in his thoughts, Dean headed to class and was almost at the front entrance when he noticed Cathal waving him over. He was standing next to an older woman and heard him say, "This is the person that helped me yesterday, Mom."

As Dean slowly approached them, his eyes scanned over the woman's body, and he couldn't help to admire how sexy she appeared. Nothing he expected to see since card readers were supposed to be old-looking and wore dark drearily dresses in his mind. Not youthful in appearance with long red hair and succulent lips. Let alone the fact she was also wearing a white skin-tight long sleeve shirt that had a deep v-cut that only accentuated her ample D-cup bosom.

Dean was standing right in front of them as his eyes went lower, noticing how the woman's light-colored blue jeans hugged firmly to her curvy waist all the way down to her ankles. 

Holly shit! Dean thought right when the woman reached out and shook his hand before saying, "Hi, I'm Miranda. I'm so happy to meet you. Cathal told me how you helped him the other day."

Dean looked into her light hazel eyes and couldn’t find any words for a second. This woman was truly beautiful, and he muttered, "Well, umm. I umm. It was umm... nothing. I'm just glad I was able to help."

"Well, it mattered to Cathal and me," Miranda expressed as her eyes glanced downward in Dean's direction, and she smiled.

Still tongue-tied, he had a feeling he knew what she was looking at. That he was hard once again and quickly babbled, "Well, I umm, just did what I could. I... I better get going before I'm ah... I'm late for class!"

Hastily, Dean departed and could hear Miranda yell, "I hope we get to see you again!"

Dean had trouble concentrating that day. Between the story that he read, the sinful images he pictured of his mother, and now the horniness he felt after meeting Cathal's mom. He couldn't stop his cock from staying hard at school that entire day.

To make matters worse, once he was home. He found himself wanting to investigate more of what he found online since he wasn't sure if that was the only story dealing with motherly love.

"Okay, I have to know," he said to himself and fired up his PC to see what the next one titled "Oily Love" entailed.

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Hi, I'm Kirtus, and this tale of forbidden passion tells of how my mother Carmela and I became incestuous lovers.

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Well... That answers that. Dean thought as he went on reading.

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Carmela, my loving mother, lost her husband, my father, in a freak accident when I was only twelve and has been a single hard-working woman since then. Her job as a department store clerk has kept us feed and sheltered until I turned eighteen and could finally help out by stocking shelves at a grocery store on the weekends.

My mother is also a very attractive woman. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. It's true. Her figure at forty-two is that of a woman half her age, and I love the way her long blonde hair catches the slightest breeze and flows gracefully over her shoulders. Mom's eyes are blue, and her skin is pale. However, what really sets me off is her scrumptious D-cup breasts.

Many nights I would lie on my back and fantasize about her kneeling in front of me, pressing her jugs together as I slide my cock between them until I came.

This only grew worse as time passed, and now I find myself wondering if it might actually be achievable. I mean, mom did tell me nothing was impossible if I put my mind to it.

So after school, I would look online for information I might be able to use to find a way to obtain this unthinkable goal. Nevertheless, after searching for hours on end, nothing came to mind. It appeared this would be a futile effort, and I was about to lose hope.

That is until the day mom came home from work exhausted and crashed on the love before letting out a long sigh. Apparently, the store is doing a makeover, and mom helped to get it ready. However, that required her to spend the entire day standing in her heels.

"You look tired, Mom."

"Oh Honey... what a day. My feet are killing me," I heard Mom painstakingly express, and that's when this glorious idea popped into my devilish mind.

"Hey, Mom," I said as her head was tilted back on the couch with her eyes closed, legs crossed, while rubbing her palm over her hamstrings. "Since you're so exhausted. Why don't I... Um, rub your feet for you for a couple of minutes?"

Mom's eyes perked up as she looked at me and then hesitantly responded, "You'd do that?"

"Of course, Mom!" I cheerfully replied. "Anything to make you feel better."

"Oh... Sweetie, that would be wonderful," she replied. "Here, let me kick these off first."

Mom then slipped her shoes off and held her right stocking-covered foot out to me as I sat cross-legged in front of her.

This is it. I thought as I slowly but deliberately began to knead her foot from heel to toe.

"Oh... Kirtus..." Mom sighed. "You have no idea how great this feels."

"I'm so happy you like it, Mom," I said as I gently worked my fingers between her toes and felt my dick twitch when light moans now expelled from her lips.

Switching to her other foot, I gave it the same attention and noticed Mom had closed her eyes. I took that opportunity to scan Mom's body and trailed my eyes from her calves slowly up to where her legs disappeared under her dark-blue skirt.

"Mmm. Honey... Oh... so wonderful. Ohhh. Mmm... ahhh. You have no idea what this is doing to me," Mom cooed as she wiggled her toes in my hands.

It's working! It's really working!!! I thought and was just about to change my tactic by working on her calves next when Mom pulled her foot away and said, "Okay... Okay, I think that's enough. I should get dinner on before you put me to sleep doing that. Thank you, Honey. I really needed that."

Mom rose and walked away, leaving me still cross-legged on the floor as I admired her ass wiggle into the next room.

At dinner, Mom kept thanking me for doing such a good job. So realizing I might be onto something, I decided to interject and made a bold suggestion hoping mom would buy into my little white lie.

"You know, Mom," I said as sincerely as I could. "I've been reading up on being a masseur and was thinking about maybe making a career of it."

"Really?" Mom responded.

"Yeah... So... Ummm. I have this idea. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to practice some of what I've read on you after work? I think that might help both of us out since you liked how I massaged your feet."

Mom chuckled and replied, "I thought you were serious for a moment there."

"What do you mean? I am serious."

"Honey... The offer sounds nice. It really does. But there is a big difference between rubbing my toes and massaging all over my body. I wouldn't be comfortable with you caressing me as a masseur would."

"Why not?"

"It... It just wouldn't feel right, that's all."

"What are you saying, Mom? That I make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No... I didn't mean it like that. It's just... Well... It just wouldn't be proper having my son rub his hands all over my body."

"Jesus, Mom!" I shouted. This took my mother by surprise since I don't talk like that around her. But carried on. "Okay... Then fine! Just forget I made the offer. I'll call Christy tomorrow and see if she might let me practice on her instead."

I could tell that comment hit a nerve. You see, Christy and I dated back when I was 16 and knew my mother never cared much for her.

Things were quiet for the next ten minutes while we ate. I could tell by my mother's mulish appearance she was now deep into thought.

However, the silence was finally broken when Mom cleared her throat before reply in a drawn-out sigh, "Okay... Okay... If it means that much to you. I guess I can let you can practice on me. However, there are a couple of conditions."

"Like what?"

"We do this after dinner, so I have a chance to change out of my work clothes."

"Oh, okay, that makes sense."

Then Mom leaned forward and yawped, "And if I feel uncomfortable at any time, you stop."

I paused before saying, "I'll agree to that as long as you make an honest effort and not just quickly say you're uncomfortable."

"Agreed," Mom said.

That night in the solitude of my bedroom, I went online and searched for ways to make sexually stimulating body oils. Luckily I came across a website that dealt with the subject. Then after flicking through page after page wrote down all the ingredients I might need to make a few that I thought would be a good choice for my sinful deception.

Step one of my plan was underway. So I proceeded with step two and purchased a used massage table off eBay. If I was going to sell my mother that I indeed wanted to make this a career, I had to make sure this appeared as authentic as possible.

The next day I skipped class since I still needed to complete the first step and find the ingredients. Not sure where to go, I walked around town to find a place I wasn’t sure even existed. Surprisingly, I came across a small shop with a sign out front stating they sold exotic oils, spices, and herbs.

This looked promising, so with my list of ingredients in hand, I stepped inside.

The store sure wasn’t significant. In fact, I would say it reminded me of an old-style mom-and-pop store with a high plaster ceiling and creaky wood floors. It even had an old fashion bell that chimed when someone opened or closed the front door. Never the less I was still hopeful and went searching aisle by aisle for items.

However, as I was looking hard for my ingredients, I was startled when I heard, "Hi. I'm Blythe, the store owner. May I help you find something?"

"OH!” I said as I jumped since this woman appeared to have come out of nowhere.

“Umm... Ahhh. Maybe? I'm looking for these items," I said and handed her my list.

"Oh... I see. Wow, you have quite a few items here," Blythe replied as she scanned over my paper. "Hmm... May I enquire what you're going to do with all these ingredients?"

I explained how I was going to make my own massage oils and saw her face gleam.

"I take it this is a very special person you're going to be using this on?" she asked as she handed me back my list.

"Well, actually, she is."

"You know... I usually don’t do this for people I don’t know. But since this is a special person, I might be able to help you," she replied. “If you follow me, I have what you're looking for already made up in the back room."

"Wow, that's great!" I said and followed her to a doorway at the back of the store that was draped with colorful stringed beads.

As we went into the back room, I couldn't help but notice all the odd items scattered about in the dimly lit space. There were stuffed birds and reptiles in jars. Strange dried plants hanging from the ceiling and several flasks of elixirs stored on dusty wooden shelves, which made me pause and ask, "What's all this stuff for?"

"Oh... Didn't I mention? I'm a white witch!"

"A what?"

Laughing, she repeated, "A white witch, silly."

"Oh... Um... Well, I… ah... don't know about this," I responded cautiously as a chill ran up my spine.

"Don't let the term witch scare you, dear. I don't practice anything that has negative effects. Only positive ones. Like love and happiness. If you're serious about having a romantic evening with your girlfriend, I'm sure my massage oil will have a positive effect on her. In fact, if it doesn't, I'll refund your money."

I paused for a second as I mulled over what she said and, after a bit of hesitation, replied, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

“Great!” Blythe said as she reached up on her tippy toes and pulled down a glass flask filled with this greenish-colored oil from the top shelf.

Blowing the dust off the flask, she then popped the cork that covered the top of the flask before pouring some of it into another smaller glass container sealing its lid with a cork top.

“Here you go,” Blythe said as she handed me the oil and then recommended some special incense she also had made up herself that would help mom (my girlfriend) get relaxed before I got started.

Still a little unsure, I agreed, and she added the incense to my order before we left the back room. Once at the front of the store, she rang me out on this old-time hand-cranked register, and I paid for everything.

“Thanks for your help. I greatly appreciate it,” I said as I turned to leave.

"Anytime, and remember, if your girlfriend doesn't like it, just bring it back."

I just smiled and nodded before exiting the door, thinking. If she only knew who I was really using this on.

That evening before Mom rolled in. I took the initiative and made supper. I did that for two reasons. One being obvious. It would help get me to massage Mom quicker, and second, I figured Mom would appreciate the effort.

As I set the table, I heard heels clicking on the floor heading in my direction before noticing mom tossing her purse on the chair at the far end of the table.

"Wow, Mom, another tough day?" I said as her complexion appeared as if she was exhausted.

"Yes, I'm totally drained,” Mom expressed as she surveyed her surroundings. “What's all this?”

"Oh... just a little surprise I decided last minute. I know how hard you’ve been working over the last week, and I wanted to do something special for you," I replied as I set the casserole on the table.

Mom chuckled and shook her head as she sat down. "Sometimes you do impress me, Kirtus."

"I try, Mom. I try."

Mom then sniffed the air and once again looked around the room and said, "What's that smell?"

"Oh, that. It's something I picked up today. Do you like it? It's supposed to help you relax." I said, pointing at the incense I had been burning in the other room.

I had to admit the smell was very nice. I could detect the aroma of vanilla mixed with some type of flora I couldn't make out. But it did appear that mom was also enjoying the sweet aroma that filled the room.

My dinner, on the other hand, was a different story altogether. It was apparent if I wanted to make dinner more often, I should take a class or find someone to teach me. The casserole was atrocious, and I apologized to mom when I saw her face scrunch up after taking a bite.

"It's okay Kirt... Ugh!” Mom gagged. “It's the thought that counts. Why don't I make us something quick?"

I was disappointed but agreed since I felt we would definitely get food poisoning if we kept eating this garbage.

"Don't fret, Honey. I truly do appreciate what you did. Why don't you go relax while I whip something up?"

"Listen, Mom, I have a better idea. Instead of you cooking, let me order us a pizza. My treat."

"That's not necessary, Honey."

"Come on, Mom,” I said with a pouted appearance. “I can tell how tired you are. Besides, you can change your clothes while I clean the dishes and then give you a quick massage before the pizza arrives."

"Clean the dishes. You? Now you're really scaring me," Mom chuckled.

Then she said, "But hey, by all means, I won't stop you. As for the massage. Well, I would prefer we eat first."

"Okay, Mom," I replied as I began to clean off the table while she sat up and ventured over to me.

Then while I stacked the dishes in my arms, Mom leaned over slightly and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before saying, "I'll go change then."

As I washed the dirty dishes, my anticipation grew, and I was just about finished with them when I noticed Mom passing by the doorway when she came back down wearing a jet-black silky sweatsuit.

I couldn’t help but follow her sexy ass with my eyes since it was clearly visible under those sweat pants. The silky material hugged her rear so tightly that every curve of her ass swayed so seductively as she sashayed towards the couch that it caused my dick to stiffen rapidly.

"I'll be in here," Mom announced before turning and crashing that marvelous ass of hers on the sofa in the living room.

However, before I could acknowledge what she said, there was a knock at the door, and I hollered, "I'll get it!."

Sure enough, it was the pizza, and I paid the man. But as I walked toward the dining room, Mom called out, "Honey. Let's eat it in here instead."

I set the pizza on the coffee table just as Mom flicked off the light next to her. Leaving only the lamp at the other end of the couch lit.

"That's better," I heard Mom say as she bent forward, taking a slice out of the box.

I sat next to mom, and as we ate, she described her hectic day.

It was an hour later before we finally finished, and in that time, Mom had commented how nice the incense smelt. 

I think between the sweet-smelling aroma and letting her vent about her day. Mom was actually relaxing. At least that is what I hoped when I asked, “Are you ready for your massage, Mom?”

Mom nodded with a smile, and I told her to sit back and relax while I knelt in front of her.

I waited for Mom to rest her head back against the sofa before I once again started to rub her foot.

Mmm. Ahhh…” Mom expressed as I massaged each of her toes one at a time, painstakingly making sure I gave them all the same amount of attention.

Finally, mom sighed and closed her eyes when I made a fist and, with just enough pressure, ran my knuckles up the center of her foot from the top of her heel to the bottom of her toes.

“Ahh mmm aaa. Oh, Honey,” mom softly murmured while her breathing slowed. It was working; mom was showing signs she was relaxing more, and unlike before, she hadn't stopped me from continuing onward.

So I decided to take things further and, while holding her foot with my left hand, slowly ventured from the bottom of her foot to her ankles and rubbed her inner ankle with my thumb for a couple of seconds before switching to the ankle on the other side.

Soft sighs filled the room. I was sure mom was enjoying this, so I gently ran my thumb upward until it was now grazing over her silky-covered calf.

There was no sign that mom wanted me to stop; in fact, her breathing became a little heavier as my palm kneaded and rubbed over the bottom portion of her leg.

Up and down around and across, I lazily went while subtle sounds of pleasure expelled from my mother’s lips. Patiently I eased my way up to her knee and heard a soft moan of contentment come from mom. That made me push onward and upward until I felt mom tense up when my hand rubbed the beginning part of her lower thigh.

Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable since that would put an end to all of this, I stopped and said, "Hey, Mom, why don’t I give your shoulders a rub also.

Mom opened her eyes and appeared to be mulling my idea over for a couple of seconds before she nodded, and I said, “Can you sit up a little bit so I can get behind you.”

Hesitantly, mom sat forward as I quickly maneuvered around her and spread my legs, tucking myself behind her and sat down. Then, with mom between my thighs, I took both my hands and lightly rubbed them along the side of her neck.

"Oh... Baby...," mom said softly as she tilted her head from side to side while I worked my fingers softly into her skin.

“That feels so good," mom cooed while scooting herself back, and I glanced down to see her ass was just about touching my groin now.

My cock grew quickly as a wicked thought filled my mind. Should I grab mom's waist and pull her bottom tight to my rod?

I decided against it and forced myself to focus on her massage.

Mom began to make little moans and whimpers as I squeezed my hands in sync and eased them down to the top of her shoulders.

"Ah... Yes... Wonderful," mom expressed as I applied more pressure to her shoulder blades.

Gingerly, I ventured down mom's back while tracing my fingertips in a circular motion until they connected with her bra strap and brazenly announced, "Hey Mom, this is in my way," and nudged the strap with my thumbs.

"Sorry, dear. But the bra stays fastened."

I sighed and jumped over the strap as I kept my finger routine going until my fingers grazed the top of Mom's pants.

Time for a change, I thought and raked my fingers lightly up her back until I was once again at her shoulders. Then in reverse, I tickled them back down to the top of her pants.

Several more times, I did this and heard mom coo in contentment as I playfully tease the skin on her back until she finally nodded off, slumping her body backward into my chest, forcing my hands to rest on the outside edge of her back now.

Mom's head kinked to the left as my hands now ventured up her sides lightly, and I felt my dick go completely stiff when the tips of my fingers grazed the edges of my mother's bosom. Then just as I moved my fingers a tad more onto the sides of her breast, mom's head jerked upright while she straightened her posture, causing my hands to pull away before she announced, "Okay, Kirtus. I think that's enough for the night."

With a light tap on her back, I said, "Okay, Mom."

Mom rose up and spun around, then leaned over before lightly kissing my head and said, "Thank you, Honey. That was very wonderful."

However, before straightening up, I noticed mom peering down at my swollen prick that was straining under my blue jeans.

"So you were okay with me touching you then?" I quickly said, drawing mom's eyes to my face.

Mom paused for a minute before giving me a slight smile and a quick nod. "But I'm feeling a bit sleepy now, so I think I'll go turn in."

I waited until mom left and then blew out what was left of the incense before heading to my own room.

The next day my table arrived, and I set it up in the living room before mom's arrival.

Since my last attempt at making dinner was such a disaster, I decided to forego making another attempt and splurged once again by ordering some Chinese takeout.

Mom entered the house and immediately spotted the table, "What's that, Kirtus?"

"It's a massage table I ordered. If I'm to do this correctly, I'll need it," I said as I lit the incense once again.

Mom shook her head and walked into the dining room. "You bought dinner again?"

"Yeah. I wasn't sure how long it would take to get the table ready, so I just wanted to be safe."

Mom didn't question my logic, so I think she bought into my excuse.

After dinner, mom said she would get ready, but I stopped her as she was getting up and said, "Listen, Mom. Can you wear your bathing suit instead of your sweats?"

"What? Why?" Mom laughed.

"Well, I have this massage oil I wanted to use, and I think it would ruin your sweats."

Once again, mom shook her head but, in the end, agreed.

Mom went to change, and while she did, I poured a generous amount of oil into a plastic cup I had set inside a pot of water and began warming it. As the oil heated, its sweet aroma started to fill the kitchen, and as it did, I could feel my dick starting to stiffen.

Was it the oil affecting me this way or the anticipation of what I was about to do? I wasn't sure, but there was no doubt I was feeling incredibly horny now.

"Okay, I'm ready," I heard coming from the other room and saw mom had already stretched out on the table face down with her arms at her side.

I sauntered into the living room carrying the oil and felt my already stiff cock jump as I admired the view of mom's ass, barely covered by the tin bikini. The bikini was white and molded every curve of mom's rear. It also was tied at both sides of her hips with a small strap of material.

"Okay, Mom, just relax and let me know how you like this massage," I said as I poured a small amount of oil just below mom's neck. The oil gradually flowed down her spine and halted at the tied strap, which acted as a dam.

Leisurely, I pushed the oil outward and upward until mom's entire upper back was silky to the touch. Then, kneading my fingers into her back, I vigorously worked it into her flesh.

Mom began to squirm slightly on the table as light sighs escaped her lips while I gingerly pressed my palms firmly down and eased them up both sides of her spine slightly. Then with the same amount of pressure strolled down towards the outer edge of her back, almost touching the sides of her breasts.

"Oh, Kirtus, this is amazing," Mom wooed.

"Thanks, Mom. Now to your lower back," I said and poured the oil just above her waistband and watched as it pooled in the arch of her back. Like before, I pushed the oil outward, starting from almost below her strap, and steadily went lower. Mom's body began to react. Her hands moved away from her body and were almost to the edge of the table, now giving me room to run my fingers from the center of her spine around to her sides.

"Oh... God... What are you doing to me?" I heard and then noticed mom's ass was lifting slightly as I got close and closer to her succulent ass.

Downward my fingers went inching closer toward her rear, and once there, I heard mom make a "hmpf" sound when my thumbs grazed the very edge of the bikini line.

Patiently I eased my thumbs just under the edge of the material and ran my hands around the waistband towards the front of her body before reversing back to her lower spine.

"Mmm... Oh..." Mom murmured as I ever so slowly coaxed my fingers a little further under her bikini bottoms.

My hand was just about to graze mom's ass crack when she adjusted her arms and lifted herself upward, arching her back and said, "Okay, young man, that's far enough."

"All right, Mom," I said as I pulled my hands away and grabbed the oil again.

Holding the cup over mom's legs, I dribbled a line from the middle of her thighs down to her lower calves, and as I did this, mom laid herself back down.

The warm oil glistened on her skin, and I watched as it smeared down between her legs.

Placing my palms on mom's calves, I kneaded and twisted the oil into her smooth, soft skin as I inched my way up her legs.

Mom's breath quickly became long and hard, and her legs parted slightly when my hands reached her mid-thighs.

Faint whimpers and moans became more frequent as my fingers circled the back and inner part of her mid-thighs, causing my cock to throb in my pants.

"Mmm... ohhh. My god... Your hands. So good... Oh god, I never felt like this," mom moaned as her hips ever so slightly started to twitch.

Fuck... It's working. It's really working! She's getting excited! I thought and, with that notion, threw all caution into the wind and massaged further up the back of mom's thighs. Steadily climbing upward until I was now rubbing exactly where her thigh ended and ass started.

"Oooh. Oooh. Oooh," was the sound I heard as mom lazily ground her pelvic bone on the table while her legs eased a smidgen further apart when I snaked my hand between her thighs before returning them to the back of her leg.

"Oh… god! Hmm. Aaah!" Mom whimpered as I gracefully kept sliding my palms down… then up between her thighs. Over and over, I calmly did this while mom’s sighs got more excited.

Stealthily I traced my fingers downward while also inching them forward between her thighs, gingerly brushing a thumb across her covered labia.

"Hmph!" Mom gasped as her pussy pushed hard to the table, and her body stiffened.

Again I raked my thumb over her mound, and again she whimpered only louder this time while pushing herself harder into the table.

This time instead of touching mom's pussy with my thumb, I deliberately cupped her mound with my right hand and rubbed it firmly from her clit to her asshole while I worked to free my stiff dick with the left.

"Ffffuck... Oh fuck. Mmm. Oooh fffuck!" Mom moaned as her legs split wider when she rocked her pussy on my hand while her hands clutched the end of the table.

Faster and faster, I motioned my hand and heard mom excitedly wheeze, "Mmm. Ahhh. Ohhh. Oh my god... Oh... So good. Oh, ssso good!

With mom wailing and moaning in her lustful state, I was just about ready to set my cock free when I heard her express, "Mmm. Oh, so good! Oh, so----huh? What the hell? Oh! My! God! K... Kirtus!!!"

Mom rapidly sat up on her elbows, and I immediately moved my hand away as she rocketed off the table.

With her hands waving franticly in the air, she yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was ... Ah," I blurted out as I watched mom rush to her room before slamming her door.

Oh fuck. I screwed that up. I said to myself as I fixed my pants and put the table away.

Mom never ventured out of her room that night. However, come the following day, I sure got an ear full then.

"My god Kirtus! What the hell were you thinking?"

"Mom I..." I said but was quickly cut off.

"Well, young man! Let me tell you right now! Your massaging of me is over!"

"But, Mom," I pleaded with the best pouting expression I could make.

"No buts, Mr! I can't believe you even attempted to pull a stunt like that on me! I'm your mother, for Christ's sakes!!!" Mom furiously shouted.

"Mom, I'm... I'm sorry," I replied while lowering my head. "I don't know what came over me. But, I promise it won't happen again."

"Hmph! Your right about that! I know for a fact it won't ever happen again!" With that, mom left the room and went to work but not before slamming the front door.

That evening mom was quiet. I figured she was still pissed, so I went to my room to give her some space. As I lay on my bed, our house phone rang, and I quickly answered it. Only mom answered it at the same time and beat me to voicing a hello.

"You called me earlier?" I heard the voice on the phone say. It was my mother's best friend Marsha, and I covered the phone with my hand as I listened in.

"Yes, I did. My God, Martha, you won't believe what my son pulled on me yesterday!"

"It sounds serious?" Martha replied.

"Yes, it is. Kirtus actually felt me up while giving me a massage!"

"And?" Martha said.

"What do you mean... And!'"

"I mean, that's all he did?"

"Of course, that's all he did!"

"So you stop him then," Martha said.

"Of course I did. My god, why would I have let him continue?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you want to fuck him, or don't you remember when you told me about how you screwed his brains out in your dreams."

I almost dropped the phone when I heard that and thought. Holly shit! Mom wants to fuck me after all.

With my ear glued to the phone, I heard mom reply, "That’s… that’s different. That was a fantasy. It's not supposed to happen for real."

"Why isn't it? I mean, if he's willing and you want to, I don't see the problem. If I remember right, I believe I told you before to stop beating around the bush and just seduce him already."

"Gawd, Martha! I think I said I couldn’t do that because he’s my son!” Mom shouted and then huffed, “Why do I even tell you these things?"

I heard Martha chuckle and reply, “Because you need to have someone say to you what you don’t want to answer yourself.”

Mom then let out a long sigh before saying goodbye to her friend while I gently hung up the phone and pounder over this new revelation.

Of course, that was on my mind for the rest of the day and even couldn't sleep that night with this new knowledge. It was apparent that mom did have a sexual interest in me; I just needed to find another way to break through her hesitancy.

But since the massage had failed so miserably, I would need to rack my brain to figure out another way.

I gathered up the incense and oil the following day since Blythe said if I wasn’t happy, I could return it and immediately went back to her establishment.

Upon entering the store, I saw Blythe smiling behind the counter.

"So, how did things go?" Blythe asked as I walked towards her.

"Not so good. That's why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, at first, it appeared to be working fine. She really seemed to be enjoying it. But then. Well, everything fell apart."

"Oh... I'm sorry about that. Can you tell me what happened?"

I told Blythe a half-truth version of what took place so as not to reveal that the girl was really my mother.

Blythe paused for a minute when I finished and said, "It sounds to me your girlfriend might be frigid."

"Frigid?" I replied.

"Yes... Does she not get turned on when you try foreplay?"

"Well... Um... You could say that."

"Then I might be able to help still," Blythe replied and walked into the back room.

Upon her return, she had a reddish glass vial and different incense in her hand. "Be careful not to overuse this," she said as she handed me the items. "This stuff has been known to work extremely well with women who are having trouble getting stimulated and excited. I only sell this on rare occasions since its effects could be misused."

"Misused?"

"Yes, once the oil penetrates the skin, a strong sexual euphoria overtakes the person, making them susceptible to any sexual advances."

"Oh, okay, I'll be careful then," I said and thanked her once again before leaving.

Excited to try the new concoction, I thought of a way to get mom to let me massage her once more and waited impatiently.

However, when mom entered the house and I executed my feeble excuse of why I should massage her once more, she wouldn't hear of it. To top it off, things stayed like that for the next two weeks.

I was just about to give up all hope when mom came home and looked totally exhausted once again.

"You okay, Mom?"

Mom sighed and said, "Yes, just a very long day."

"Listen, Mom, I know I messed up big time, but I promise that won't happen again. Just give me one more chance."

Mom paused for a couple of seconds. It was apparent she was pondering over my idea and finally replied, "Okay; I'll give you one last chance, but if you make any inappropriate move. That will be it, Mr."

"I promise I'll be careful, Mom."

I could tell mom was still hesitant about the idea, but eventually, she agreed.

As mom left to change, I set up the table and added a white sheet on top of it.

Mom re-emerged wearing her tiny bikini and firmly said, "Remember no funny business Mr. or this will be the last time." She then lay face down on the table.

I walked over to the wall switch and dimmed the lights before igniting the new incense stick. The strange fragrance filled the room quickly, and I told mom I would be right back.

Trying not to appear too anxious, I went to the kitchen to heat the oil in a pot of water, and while it was warming, I strolled to my room to change out of my clothes and underwear since my jeans painfully constrained my stiff cock last time. Once there, I grabbed a pair of loose-fitting sweat pants along with a light tee shirt and muttered, "These should be good," before heading back to the kitchen.

Mom didn't raise her head when I returned but did question the new aroma.

"It's something I figured I'd try," I said as I held the oil over mom's back. "It's supposed to open your senses," and then thought. Along with opening your legs!

"Okay, here goes," I announced and ran a thin bead of the oil down mom's back which caused her to flinch and tighten up.

"Oh... That's quite warm."

"Sorry, Mom. I just finished heating it. It should cool down as I massage you," I replied as I placed the oil down.

When I returned to mom, I slowly moved the liquid from her spine outward in all directions letting it absorb into her skin. Mom sighed as I worked my thumbs into her pressure points and paced myself even slower than the previous time.

I massaged mom for almost five minutes when I noticed her body begin to squirm while her breath became drawn out as I moved my hands up and down her back.

I stopped massaging Mom's back and picked up the oil. Holding it over her legs, I dribbled it from the middle of her thighs down to her toes.

Then as I applied thumb pressure to the sole of mom's foot, she softly moaned while her toes curled up. Kneading and rubbing, I slowly inched my way up mom's legs. The higher I went, the heavier her breath got until she loudly huffed when I started to massage her upper thigh.

I then rubbed my way back down her leg before making a return trip and up. Patiently I went up and down until finally, mom's hands lightly grasped at the sheet, and she wooed, "Mmm—my god. I... I never felt like this. Wha---what are you doing to me?"

Brazenly, I suggested for her to roll over, and mom sat up on her elbows with a questionable look.

"Really, Mom. I'll be careful; let me just do your tummy and legs."

Slowly, mom turned over, and I put a small amount of oil on her tummy. I watched as it pooled at her navel, and mom inhaled deeply. Then, with my palm, I started with a small circular motion and moved my hand outward. It wasn't long before mom's eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily again.

I applied the oil to my hand and pressed it firmly on her tummy while cautiously guiding it up between her breasts. Mom tilted her head and opened one eye, warning, "Careful there."

I just nodded and added my second hand. Now with both hands in sync, I ran them between her bosom and back to her tummy. However, every second run-up, my hands would go to the sides of mom's chest, just barely scrapping the out edge of her bust.

In no time, mom settled back, and I moved my hand closer to her breast until my thumbs were lightly scratching the outside edge of her bikini top. Pacing myself, I didn't dare to make any further advanced until mom's mouth parted, and light whimpers escaped her lips.

That caused me to smile, and I removed my hands by dragging them softly away from her tummy. Hastily, I picked up the oil and ran a light bead of oil up mom's legs until it reached her bikini bottoms. Surprisingly, mom never opened her eyes as her mouth stayed parted. However, when the oil flowed down between her legs, she started to squirm on the table while softly panting.

The oil must be taking effect. So I thought and patiently started to rub the tops of mom's feet and toes.

Mom's wiggling intensified, and she began to make pleasurable moans when I moved my hands to her arches and worked my thumbs deep into her flesh.

Mmm. Ooh, Honey... Ahhh. Mom sighed as I now diverted my attention to massaging the bottom of her calves.

Ever so slowly, I progressed further up mom's legs, alternating from one to the other, and noticed her hips would twitch every time I reapplied my hand to the other leg.

Finally, my hands were once again at Mom's upper thigh, and while applying some light pressure into her quadriceps, her legs parted just enough for me to see a damp spot forming at the center of her mound.

"How's this feel, Mom?" I said and pressed my thumbs firmly into the inside of her thighs and ran them upward until they almost touched her covered mound.

"Ah..." She exclaimed as I slowly eased my hand back down.

Several times I ran my thumbs up to just about touching her pussy and heard her moans get more intense with every trip until I eventually grazed her labia once again.

"Oh!!!" Mom whined and arched her back while her head tilted to the side.

I made one last stroke up her thighs, but this time with my thumbs, I pinched her bikini-covered clitoris between them.

Mom wailed, and her ass leaped off the table as I slowly tweaked her little bud with my thumbs.

"Oh, Kirt... Oh... You... You! P... p... p... promised!" Mom whimpered as her hips bucked up and down while her legs bent at the knees and spread wider.

With my hands still latched onto her thighs, I let my thumbs tease her clit quicker and croaked, "Shh, Mom. It's just another form of a massage. Just enjoy how good I'm making you feel."

Mom groaned and clutched at the table as her bikini bottoms became soaked with her juices. Then, as soon as I was sure she was in an ecstatic state, I quickly pushed under her bikini and slid two fingers deep into her snatch while my other hand was tugging at the strings to untie the bottoms. Mom huffed and gyrated her hips while her back arched several times off the table, causing her pussy to surge into my digits as I finger-fucked her. It was then I moved my other hand and pushed her top up before pinching her nipples.

"Oh my god, Kirtus. Wh---why am I letting you do this to me? I... I can't help myself. Please, Honey, you should... Ssstop. Before... Oh..."

"Shhh, Mom, just enjoy it," I said and added a third digit into her cunt.

OH FUCK!!!! Mom yelled while bucking and thrashing around wildly.

"Mmm ahh ahh ahh. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Mom whimpered as I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth while easing my sweat pants off.

Mom was moaning and whimpering as her pussy continually lifted off the table, helping my fingers to slide easily in and out of her cunt while I ran my hand over my solid shaft next to her.

"Kirtus! What! What are you doing!” Mom expressed when her eyes caught sight of my stiff cock as I stroked it with my hand. But before she could object again, I kissed her passionately while ramming my fingers even faster inside her soaked snatch. That caused mom's legs to spread wider while she huffed rapidly in my mouth.

Surprisingly, mom put her hands around my neck and pushedTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.