Mom turned over after I had finished her back, and it was all I could do not to stare at her breasts while I massaged her front. I had massaged her breasts before, but always through a shirt. I was careful not to make it overtly s****l every time, and avoided touching her n*****s directly. This time, though, her hard n*****s pressed insistently into my palms when I squeezed and rubbed her breasts.
I murmured an apology and moved on down her torso. I was careful not to massage my way too far up her legs, so that I would not be confronted with my mother's naked p***y. I spread the towel over her torso as I did, covering her breasts so that they would not distract me.
My mother was breathing heavily by the time that massage was finished, clearly turned on by the experience. I was hard as a
