The bottom hem of my blouse was no longer hiding the panties under my hose, but I didn't care. Jacob started massaging both of my calves at the same time and his hands on me were my only thought. He kept this up while I sighed and cooed, encouraging him much more than I should. Then there was a moment where his hands hesitated. I felt like I knew what he wanted to do, to move his hands up to feel my thighs. I wanted the same thing, but had no idea how to say so. He was rubbing the undersides of my knees, keeping his hands there as if they were being stalled in their progress upward.
"You have nice legs, Mom," he said. "Really nice."
"Thank you, baby. What you're doing feels so good. It's okay if you, umm, want to go higher."
"Yeah, sure. I don't mind," he said, trying to sound matter of
