Afternoons With Mrs K. Ch. 3

After probably 15-20 minutes attending to his back, I applied some oil to the rear of his legs. His calf muscles were particularly tight so I firmly kneaded them which seemed to help judging by Steven’s continuing sighs. The upper rear parts of his legs were also somewhat tense, so I worked oil in quite firmly. I began to find the action of massaging him quite hypnotic.

“Mum,” Steven said in a relaxed friendly way, breaking my reverie, “That’s great, but if I take the shorts off you can get to the top of the muscles there, which are sore and you haven’t reached yet.” 

“Yes, certainly son, you do that,” I found myself saying almost automatically. Only a second after I had spoken this did I realise what that entailed: my beautiful young son being totally naked with me massaging his body!

Well, at this realisation I felt quite shocked. My face burned and there was some tightness in my chest. Was this appropriate? Should I end this massage now? For a few moments I debated with myself, before deciding that this ‘was’ only a massage, and that we were two adults, albeit mother and son. 

As Steven turned on his side to remove his shorts I deliberately looked at the bottle, avoiding him. He quickly resumed his position, and I spread some more oil in my palms. I knelt over him again. ‘Oh my God,’ his buns were gorgeous: tight, smooth, beautiful. For a while I just stared at his beauty. I was wet now; I could feel juice moving in and from my pussy and begin the process of soaking my panties; my clit throbbed. I knew right there and then I had lost control, and I didn’t care. ‘Guilt,’ I said to myself, ‘Screw it.’ 

Steven’s legs were pressed together, meaning I couldn’t see his testicles or penis, which was a shame, and something I would have to rectify soon. I couldn’t resist teasing him a bit, realising he blatantly knew exactly what he was doing. Aching body indeed!

I rubbed and very lightly spanked one taught gorgeous smooth buttock and leant my mouth close to his ear. “Are you ok son?” I asked in a deliberately wanton way. “Ohhh, yes Mum, yes,” he replied, making no attempt to disguise his pleasure.

I moved my hands all over those sweet, firm rounded globes, revelling in the sight and feel of his beautiful ass, which reminded me of a carved Greek statue. The oil I applied made a delightful sheen; he was glistening; those buns looked edible.

I knelt and planted some kisses on his cheeks. I then licked them, sucked them and lightly bit them as I slipped a hand under my skirt, inside my drenched panties and pushed down on my pulsing clit.

Then I broke my mouth worship of his butt, and moved my face up to kiss the back of his neck, before gently blowing in his ear. Steven turned his head and pouted his lips. We kissed softly and gently; tongue meeting tongue. I broke the kiss, “Are you ok with this Mum?” he asked. “What do you think Steven,” I replied, trying to inject some mock authority in my voice as I traced one oiled warm finger down his spine and parted his butt cheeks. I let it rest at the opening of what I discovered to be one very cute puckered anal ring. I wanted to taste him in the way Jay tasted me. I wanted to slip my tongue deep inside his tight asshole.

I moved my mouth south and resumed kissing those sculpted firm cheeks. Steven was now actually twisting on the bed. He loved this!

He shifted onto his knees a touch, making his butt rise a few inches. I took this as a cue, and spread his cheeks apart; he helped by widening his legs for me. His asshole looked just sooo beautiful; crinkly, wrinkly and puckered. I dived into it, ramming my tongue as deep inside him as I could, reaming him, licking inside and revelling in his fresh taste. 

He moaned in total contentment and pleasure all the while as I slowly ate his ass. After some considerable period of time, I removed my tongue. I looked at him, and saw two beautiful smooth balls hanging slightly. His hard cock was pointing forward, almost flat against his belly.

“Turn over please Steven?” I asked him. He did, presenting me with the wonderful sight of his erect tool sticking up proudly. He was clean shaven there too. He looked fantastic.

I sat across his lower legs, and asked him, “Do you want to see my breasts son?” He nodded and smiled, and I saw his cock actually jerk up and down twice.

I’ve always been very happy with my large boobs. Despite no longer being a young woman, they are still quite firm, only hanging a small amount when released from a bra. Men seem to love my very big nipples too, and give them plenty of attention, which I love as they are extremely sensitive. 

As Steven watched me intently and hungrily, I slowly unbuttoned my white blouse and discarded it; then did the same with my bra, exposing my chest to him.

Steven literally licked his lips, then leant forward and began sucking my nipples hungrily; almost frantically. In a muffled voice he exclaimed, “I love you Mum, you’re the best.”

“I love you too, and want you to cum for me Steven,” I told him, trying to instil some authority in my voice. I picked up the massage oil bottle and squirted some on his right palm. “Son, let me see you cum.”

He leant back and worked his oiled hand around his rock hard cock, crudely pumping it a few times before shouting out, “Yes Mum, yesssssssss,” as strings of cum shot from the pulsing swollen head and sprayed onto my breasts.

I scooped some on my fingers and tasted it. Yummmmm, it was sumptuous. I then began rubbing the thick cream into my breasts. Steven joined in too and we met in a passionate kiss… and then someone began to open the bedroom door!

To be continued..........

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