Chapter 120 Massage All Over.

A few minutes later, Susan said, "You know, my legs are really sore too..."

It was such a blatant hint that Alan couldn't miss it, and he didn't. "Mom, do you want me to do your legs?"

Although her legs were in fact sore, that wasn't why she wanted to be massaged there - she was just plain hot to trot. As she removed her skirt, she cooed huskily, "Son, you can do me there. Do me everywhere." But realizing that was too daring, she quickly added, "with your great massaging fingers."

She sat up to take her skirt all the way off, even though it interrupted the massage and she could have just bunched it up instead. She rationalized that at least she was wearing very traditional panties, so effectively it was no different than being seen in bikini bottoms. The truth was, she wanted her skirt off and, even more than that, she wanted the opportunity to flaunt her naked chest now that her bra was off.

With her hands covering her nipples, she said a bit nervously, "Now, Tiger, I could ask you to leave the room, or at least turn away while I take my skirt off. And I probably should... But Suzanne keeps telling me that you need a lot of 'visual stimulation' to help you with your... uh, problem. So... do you promise to be good?"

He replied, "Mom, you know I'll be so good for you!"

She thought, Mmmm! I know you will! So good and yummy! And hot and thick and throbbing! ... Mmmm! Wait! Hold on, Susan; get a grip. All you're doing is removing your bra. None of that other stuff! But hey, as long as I'm stripping, I might as well put a little sexy jiggle into it.

Smiling shyly, she slowly let her hands drop.

"Oh, wow, Mom! You're really hot! You're a total babe!"

She blushed a little at both the awkward situation and his compliment. But the compliment also emboldened her. At first she didn't deliberately jiggle, but she slowly swayed back and forth in a very provocative way while staring at him with bedroom eyes. Then she bent over quite a bit and took an exceedingly long time to remove her skirt. All the while, she twisted and turned her upper body just to give her bare breasts a good jiggle and shake.

After her skirt was all the way off and tossed aside, she didn't want the sexy fun to end, so she turned around and started to slowly and seductively pull her panties down. But before they got very far down her thighs, she said, "Oopsie! I didn't mean to do that. I'm afraid I'm feeling just too naughty. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, Mom. I'd forgive you anything."

She thought, What a sweetie! But did I go too far? No, all I'm doing here is providing a little visual stimulation to help inspire him later. When he goes to his room and strokes that powerful cock of his. Or, better yet, when Suzanne takes it in her hands and... Mmmm! Yes! She runs that long tongue of hers all over it! MMMM! Sliding and sucking until he gives her a sweet spermy filling! YES!

There's nothing wrong with that, is there? I mean, it's not like I'm sliding his big member into MY mouth - that would be wrong. Very wrong. I'm just helping to get it nice and thick and oh so hard! After all, Suzanne always tells me that he needs lots and lots of visual stimulation. It's just a medical treatment, like taking a pill. Except that, er, it involves me showing off my big bare breasts!

She turned back around, striking a very sexy pose with her arms pinned above her head. She was supposed to be taking her skirt off, and now that she'd finished there was no reason for her to continue to stand there and show off her voluptuous body. But by now her nipples and pussy were tingling intensely, and she wasn't really thinking about the reasons for what she was doing. Alan obviously loved it, and that made her feel good.

Her panting grew in intensity as she posed for him. The way his eyes devoured her made her feel nearly as good as if he'd been groping her. Still, her behavior was so outlandish that she warned herself, I'm a married woman! I have to think of my husband. Would he approve of me shaking my rack like some kind of shameless hussy, even if it's for a good cause? I don't think so! Would Ron understand that Tiger needs to use my body, my lips, and even my tongue so he can cum over and over again? I don't think so! But to her consternation, such thoughts only enflamed her lust.

As Alan watched her, he felt so aroused that he wanted to cry. It was nearly impossible for him not to reach out and fondle her chest, but he still felt that he had to be cautious due to her prudish mindset. So he suffered and fantasized while his erection threatened to rip through his shorts.

She shifted her weight, striking another sexy stance. Goodness! I'm pretty much all naked now. Suzanne says that Tiger is a "tit man" and I'm sure that she's right. Here are my big tits hanging before his eyes, all full, round, bouncy, and defenseless. What if his strong and manly hands grasp them? What will I do? Mmmm! Nothing! I'm no match for such a handsome and well-hung son. I'll just have to lie there and take it! Then, when he sticks his fat beefsteak in my face, I'll just have to suck and suck on it until the cum explodes out of it all over my tonsils! MMMM! That'll show who's who around here and that I've been turned into the family cocksucker!

Mmmm! I need to show my cutie Tiger that there's more to me than just my boobs though. She turned back around and bent way over. She pretended she needed to adjust a strap on one of her high heels, but it was just an excuse to blatantly display her ass for him some more.

As she wiggled her ass in his direction, she thought, Gosh, just doing this makes me feel so wonderfully tingly! Mmmm! Almost as tingly as when I have Tiger's big fat erection in my hands, or better, in my mouth! Mmmm... Yum! But shouldn't I be loyal to my husband? Although... Tiger effectively is the man of the house now, so really, perhaps, I should be obeying him. The fact that his dick is twice as big as Ron's, doesn't that really show who's boss? Besides, it's not like I have any say in the matter. If my powerful son is going to completely ravage my helpless naked body, how can I resist?

If Alan had only known her thoughts, his shorts would have been torn asunder by his throbbing, hard-as-steel erection. Instead, he feared that he was going too far by getting her too excited too soon, and worried about an imminent backlash.

She eventually seemed to come back to her senses, at least somewhat. She stood up, turned around and then laid back down, face down.

He worked on her legs for a while. He was so turned on that his hands trembled.

As the massage went on, she began to regret the things she'd said recently. I wonder if Tiger will massage my breasts properly, from the front. Mmmm! They're really sore, and I don't think that's just because the nipples are so hard and crinkly. I've told him that touching my breasts is out of bounds, though. I hope he doesn't take me too literally on that! On the other hand, if I correct his understanding on that, I'll look like a hypocrite and a bad mother.

She knew that Alan was so considerate that he wouldn't take advantage without getting an unambiguous green light first. So she was at a loss over what to do, but she was so out-of-control horny that she knew she'd have to do something about it before very long. It was almost as if her breasts were demanding that she say the right words so he would put his hands on them. And yet she also was held back by a vague sense that she needed to be morally disapproving of what he was doing, though she could no longer remember why.

Her conflict grew worse as his hands worked their way up her legs until they reached her thighs and ass. Now she was ready to join him in wanting to cry from sheer sexual frustration.

He slipped his hands under her panties to massage her ass cheeks, but that's as far as he would go. His fingers slipped into her ass crack from time to time, but only by accident. Or at least he had plausible deniability that it was accidental.

More time passed. Susan felt so relaxed that she would have fallen asleep if it weren't for the fact that she was extremely aroused as well. She loved the Al Green soul music (although she'd never heard it before), and it helped make her feel even sexier somehow.

He grew increasingly bold with her ass. Eventually, her panties were pulled half-way down her thighs, so they wouldn't get in the way. He had more and more "accidents" running his fingers into her ass crack, until it was pretty much one non-stop "accident." But every now and then he'd reach up to massage her "side boob," which was becoming a more blatant fondling of all of her boob that wasn't trapped under her body.

He knew Susan loved it by her now constant stream of contented and erotic "Mmmm" noises. Plus, she humped and clenched her ass cheeks practically like she was being fucked by the sofa underneath her.

Before long, the pungent smell of wet and aroused pussy filled the room. Susan knew he could smell just how wet she was, and in fact he could probably see it too if he looked at the wet spot growing between her legs. Knowing that he knew only aroused her more, creating a feedback loop until she was practically ready to scream in erotic ecstasy.

Alan unzipped his fly and pulled his throbbing erection through it. He figured that she wouldn't notice what he'd done since he was behind her. Of course there was still a chance he'd get caught, but he felt he had to take the risk, because he simply couldn't continue to take the strain of his hard-on being so cramped in his shorts.

The two of them began playing a silent game with unspoken rules. He tried to reach between her legs to play with her pussy, but she'd keep her legs tightly closed, making it hard for him to reach his target. Still, the two of them had lots of fun, and he got to touch some very wet places. She liked to pretend his pair of probing fingers was his cock, so she rhythmically humped and squeezed them. Since her entire crotch was soaked by this time, those fingers got quite wet in the process.

After about fifteen minutes, he finally decided to up the ante elsewhere on her body. With his hands still full of bare ass-flesh, he asked, "Mom, I'm just about done with your backside. Should I do your front, or should we call it a day?"

There was a long silence while he continued to probe and tickle her perineum (the area between her anus and her pussy). In her mind, Susan was shouting, Front! Front! Do the front! Especially my breasts! I love how you love them and I want you to do EVERYTHING to them. Rub your hard-on all over them, please! Then explore my tummy. Mmmm, yes! And keep working down from there, down, down, down! Go all the way to my most needy and naughty place, rubbing your big Johnson all the way down! Slide it up and down my engorged pussy lips! MMMM!

Her chest was heaving with excitement, but there was enough lingering guilt for her to still resist somewhat. The lingering fear that he wouldn't be able to stop from doing what she'd just fantasized about also gave her serious pause.

He finally prodded, "Mom? The front?"

She just said, "Okay," in a flat voice. God, please forgive me. I'm such a horrible mother and an even worse wife! She forced her mind to go blank to suppress her nagging conscience.

Alan turned her over and just stared at her sheer beauty. She pulled her panties up her thighs just as she changed sides. But her panties remained slung so low that he could see most of her bush and even a little of the pink insides of her vagina.

He began with the front side of her shoulders and started downwards. That brought him into contact with her tits sooner rather than later. True, he'd touched a lot of "side boob" earlier, but this felt completely different, and much more thrilling. A big part of that was because the pretense was falling away.

However, still considerate and tentative, he pulled his hands back and asked to make sure, "Mom? Should I do, you know, your, uh, breasts? Are they sore too?"

"As a matter of fact, they are." She closed her eyes and winced after saying that. I'm so bad! I'm really on some kind of highway to Hell.

Alan wasn't sure if boobs even had muscles which could be massaged (they don't) but he wasn't about to miss such an opportunity. She was panting so heavily that he could hardly figure out how to put his hands on her heaving chest.

He put a hand on each breast and held on as her breathing grew even more labored. In his excitement, he went straight for her nipples without any pretense of "massaging" her tit-flesh.

But all Susan said as she huffed and puffed was, "Now, be careful."

There was no doubt by now that the massage had become very sexual. Susan could feel his stiffness occasionally bumping against her skin, and she could tell that it was out of his shorts, but she pretended not to notice.

She thought, You naughty boy! Running your naked COCK all over my naked body! You bad, bad boy! I should give you a spanking. Or, better yet, you should give ME a spanking! That's right. Spank my butt until you've shown me my place. Then "spank" my face by swatting it with your great cock!

No, wait! I'm a married woman! I can't forget that. Ron! What about Ron?! Oh, but the idea of Tiger sliding his cock all over my face, and then straight into my mouth... MMMM! I'm so BAD!

Alan did "massage" her breasts, which meant a lot of passionate fondling. But mostly he pinched and twisted her nipples, and lovingly caressed her full globes all over in ways that didn't even make a pretense at a massage.

Susan kept her eyes closed and her mouth smiling. She continued to purr things like, "Oooh, right there... Just like that."

She kept moaning too, but by this time she was moaning when he did something particularly arousing rather than when he found a particularly sore muscle. Her chest heaved so much from her arousal that it seemed like her breasts were on a rocking boat in a heavy sea.

He spent about ten minutes on her tits, after he'd already massaged her back for twenty minutes and her legs and ass for about the same interval. But he wasn't used to such prolonged ministrations, so his hands and arms were getting quite tired.