Mommy's Dirty Little Masseur II

I am exhausted from working over 60 hours this week. My boy's father left, and I have had to pick up more clients for my masseuse job at home. My boy comes into my client room, he knows he is never to enter this room, he says "I'm hungry." I tell him, "ok, ok.. I am just preparing the room for my next client, tomorrow morning." "I am so exhausted," I vent to my son, "sometimes I wish I could be the one on the table getting the massage, instead of the one giving the massage."

That's when my sweet boy told me that he would give me a massage. I explain to him how to do it. He is a little rusty at first, but picks it up fast. I love how soft his hands feel on my skin. I found myself allowing him to peek up the towel, inching it up further and further so he could peek at my perfectly shaved little pussy. I carefully watched to see if I excited him, and softy coo-ed and moaned with every sensual stroke up and down my thigh.

To make a long story short. I saw that my boy was turned on, and I took advantage of his youthful enthusiasm. He was nervous to touch me in the way that I wanted, but I convinced him to touch me everywhere, even on the inside.

I want my sweet boy to kiss me. I want him to touch me, touch my pussy, suck on my breasts, I want all of him. I know he hasn't done this before, but it's only appropriate that his Mommy shows him how to touch a woman in all the right ways. I want to feel his hot cum, and he gives me everything I want. I love my son.