4. Pouncing on Mom
It started with her arms.
With hands thickly coated in oil, I dragged sticky trails over the full length of both of them in a single sweeping pass.
Soft…
Viscous oil met Mom’s pure white skin and glittered under the lights. At first I focused on the spots glowing with blue light, kneading them carefully. I pressed firmly into the slender backs of her hands, raised my thumbs to rub her palms in slow circles, then laced our fingers together like lovers and massaged her hands that way too.
Mom let out a long, pleased hum, a soft, happy little moan.
Watching her face the whole time, I gradually worked higher. My hands rode up her arms, gently pressing the vital points, sliding past the joints until they reached her shoulders and the hollows of her underarms.
The underarms were the only spots on her arms that still glowed red.
The moment I pressed down firmly—
“Hhaaang…!?”
She cried out in a startled shriek and hastily clapped her free hand over her mouth. Her eyes went round as saucers as she stared up at me, and lust surged through me so hard it almost hurt.
“…Are you okay?”
“Ugh… y-yeah… I’m fine, son… Did I scare you? Mom just got so startled all of a sudden…”
From her expression she really had been shocked.
“Then shall I continue?”
“Mm… mm-hmm…”
Watching her answer in a daze, I set my hands moving again. I rubbed her underarms with the lightest possible touch—almost a caress. Hell, maybe it already was a caress. Just the sound of her ragged breathing told me this was nowhere near a normal massage.
“Hhuu… hhuuuh…”
Hot breath spilled from her flushed face. She looked like she was feeling it and embarrassed by it at the same time. Either way, both reactions worked for me, so I kept going without a shred of guilt.
Past her shoulders I pressed firmly into the soft hollow beneath her collarbones. That area was blue, so no moan, but it must have felt amazing—the veins along the side of her neck stood out in sharp blue relief. I took that slender throat between my thick fingers and rubbed it slowly. My thumbs sank in easily thanks to the slick oil; from a certain angle it almost looked like I was choking her.
I started to slide lower—and ran out of oil.
I opened my mouth to say something while looking down at Mom’s completely melted expression… then closed it again.
She must have expected this much, right?
She was already lying there in a negligee getting a full-body oil massage. How could my hands not reach her chest? In my book, that was impossible. And Mom probably knew it too.
Yeah. It’s not like this is her first massage.
Thinking that, I simply lifted the bottle and poured the oil straight onto her breasts.
Glug, glug, glug…
The oil hit her heavy breasts—already tilted sideways under their own weight—and the thin fabric that had been barely covering anything clung wetly to her skin, exposing everything. Her thick nipples and wide areolas, every bit as full as a forty-two-year-old woman’s should be, stood out glistening through the soaked negligee.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hands shot out.
First contact was her collarbones. Then my palms slid downward and landed on the upper swells of her breasts. The moment I felt that soft, yielding give, my cock went rock-hard inside my pants—so hard the half-assed trick of tucking it into my underwear waistband stopped working entirely.
Squish, squish.
“Nngh… hhuut…”
The instant her son’s hands actually touched her chest, Mom’s face burned red with shame.
Then why the hell did you ask me to do this?
I snorted inwardly and kept moving. I kneaded the slick upper slopes, then let my palms glide sideways in a liquid flow. Spreading my hands wide, I stroked the enormous mounds that spilled out to either side, bouncing them lightly as I went.
“Haah… son…”
Mom looked up at me with trembling eyes. I answered with an innocent smile and continued the massage. The big nipples and areolas glowing red could wait. Right now I needed to prove I had no ulterior motives.
Squelch, squelch.
About five minutes passed. Any line I had been trying to hold was long gone.
“Hhuuu… hhuaah… sooon…”
One hand worked her breast the way you’d milk a cow, squeezing and rolling it every which way, while the other lifted the oil bottle again. Everywhere except the nipples themselves had already been thoroughly conquered. I poured fresh oil over both breasts and checked her face.
Flushed crimson, Mom was watching me through half-lidded eyes. Our gazes met, but she made no move to stop me.
For real? I can keep going…?
That thought snapped me awake. Why wasn’t she stopping me? Did she actually think this was normal? Anyone could see this was nowhere near a proper massage.
My hands started to tremble. Violent internal conflict erupted. Mom had to know. Only one place left. The second I grabbed those thick nipples, everything would spiral out of control. Things would get too big to take back.
…Does she trust me that much?
A tiny nod. The mother looking up at me gave a signal so small yet so clear I couldn’t possibly miss it.
…I’m really doing this? I don’t even know what I’ll do next.
I locked eyes with her for a long moment, head spinning, then stopped hesitating and reached for those slick, heavy breasts with both hands.
Knead! Knead! Knead!
You! Flirted! First!
“Hhuuu… hhuuut… hhuuk…”
I mauled her breasts without mercy. Mom’s head snapped back and a moan I had never heard from her before poured out of her mouth. Part of me worried about the aftermath, but I didn’t hold back. I scrubbed my thumbs across the wide areolas glowing red, pressed her nipples like buttons, then dug my nails in and flicked them while staring straight into her eyes.
“Haang…! Haaeut…!!”
Even after taking my full combo attack, Mom only twisted her legs together and never once told me to stop. If anything, the moans she kept letting out sounded like she was seducing the very son who was committing this taboo.
Fuck. I tried to look away from the confusion swirling in my chest—
…Is she wet?
Suddenly I saw the center of Mom’s T-back soaked dark with her juices, the fabric plastered so tightly it showed the clear outline of her slit. Filthy desire flooded me all at once. An idol-turned-actress. The mother who appeared on every TV channel, getting off just from having her oil-slick tits groped by her own son. And she was just lying there watching while I forced it on her!
I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Then I opened them again and looked down. Hot breath was spilling from Mom’s slightly parted lips.
Ah, fuck it.
I emptied my head and leaned down. I crushed my mouth against her red lips.
I watched her dazed eyes go wider and wider.
“Chuuup…! Chureup…”
But our lips had already met. I threw myself on top of her completely. Our bodies pressed flush; every scrap of clothing we still wore turned into an oil-soaked mess. I didn’t care. I locked my arms around her and kissed her like I was stamping her into the mattress. At first she seemed to struggle, but under my aggressive courtship she gradually parted her lips and accepted my slick tongue.
“Chureup… churuup… hhuub…”
Hot saliva spilled from between our red lips. I slid a hand down and grabbed one of her huge bare breasts straight through the negligee.
“Hhuut…! Heup…! Churehheup…!”
Her whole body went rigid. This was no longer mother and son. This was something else entirely.
“Ah… son…”
At the sound of her voice I lifted my head, then, as if possessed, slid the shoulder straps of her negligee down her arms. A white, glistening woman’s body. Mom’s bare upper half—no bra—shimmered under the room lights. I pinched one of her stiff, pebbled nipples between my fingers and tugged it upward hard.
“Hhuup…?!! So… son…?!”
Her eyes flew wide as she squirmed under me. Because of the way I had her pinned, I could feel her soaked pussy grinding against my thigh through my slacks. I kissed her again and started peeling off the clothes that had become unbearable. I only undid the belt, then used my legs to shove my pants down by force. The shirt already soaked through with oil I simply tore open and flung away.
In an instant I was naked except for my underwear. My thick cock tented the fabric, every outline clear.
That negligee wasn’t needed anymore either. The top half had already slipped past her breasts; the bottom had ridden up to her navel from all the thrashing. I yanked it off and tossed it aside. The only thing left covering Mom’s body was a single pair of thin black lace panties.
“Haaut… son… Mom’s embarrassed…”
“…….”
I forced her arms apart when she tried to cover her chest and just stared, mesmerized by that perfect body. Then I couldn’t hold back—I rubbed the head of my cock, already poking out past the waistband, against her thigh. It was pure instinct.
Squelch. Squelch. Squish.
“…!”
While she was still frozen in shock I dropped my full weight on top of her. Our bodies tangled and rolled across the bed. I felt the scorching, damp heat of her skin pressed everywhere against mine. Mom still hadn’t rejected me. For the first time it felt like we were truly connected.
I didn’t stop there. Kissing her, I played her red-glowing body like an instrument—kneading her breasts, her soft belly, sliding over her wide hips to squeeze the insides of her thighs. The moment I reached for her oil-slick, dripping pussy—
Grab.
Mom caught my hand. A tight, unmistakable squeeze of her fingers. My mind snapped clear. I looked down. The mother pinned beneath me was shaking her head. Our eyes met; her pupils were trembling hard.
“So-on… this… we can’t… You’re a smart boy… you know what I mean, right…?”
“Mom…”
“This is really not okay… How are we supposed to look at each other after this…”
Her quiet, almost serene voice whispered up to me.
What the hell am I doing…?
My head went blank. The rock-hard cock between my legs and Mom’s desperate face overlapped. I clenched my teeth so hard I heard them grind.
I…
I like Mom. I didn’t want to give this up. I always talked about leaving the house, but that was only because this perfect family didn’t fit me—not because I hated this place.
So what the fuck was this mess?
Goddamn it. I should just go die somewhere.
That was when I felt a touch between my legs. I opened the eyes I had squeezed shut in self-loathing and found Mom’s slender fingers wrapping around the head of my cock.
“…Mom?”
“Son…”