A Massage For Moms Headache Pt 05

This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.

All characters depicted are over 18 and fictitious.

There is an element of cheating in this story, if you don't agree with the story elements, you don't have to read it, otherwise, enjoy.

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Part 5

It was the day after Aunt Eve had left to go back to her own house on Dartmoor, her leg and arm now useable, but still needing some time to heal. I had just returned from college in the late afternoon. It was a warm day and despite only wearing shorts and a T shirt, I was hot and went straight to get a drink from the fridge.

“Hi Pete, you hot too?” Mom said, coming into the kitchen from the living room.

“Yes, I don’t think the air system on the bus was working very well.”

I looked her up and down quickly, noticing that she was wearing a white, loose top with spaghetti straps, bare legs and feet, and her very short, pleated, white tennis skirt.

“Surely you’re not going to play tennis in this weather, are you?” I asked.

She looked down at her skirt and laughed, “Oh, I had arranged to play, but Jeannie, my partner, called it off because she said it was too hot. I just left this on as it is nice and cool.”

“Yes, I can imagine it is,” I said, appreciatively.

With her tanned legs and that white skirt, she looked very sexy, and I wondered if she might let me get close to her now that her sister had gone.

“You seemed to get on ok with your Aunt Eve, over the last couple of weeks?” she said, almost as though she knew I was thinking about Eve too.

“Yes, she’s quite cool in a hippie sort of way.” I replied, noticing the outline of her bra under her top.

“What do you mean?”

“Well... sort of not prudish like aunts are supposed to be, if that makes any sense.”

Mom laughed, “Hmm, I think I know what you mean, she was always the one with her own ideas of life when we were younger. I think that’s why she became an artist and wanted to live in some isolated place, to ‘express herself’ she always said.”

Yes, I thought to myself, she certainly did that here with me, and then I tried not to blush at the memories.

Mom continued, “Your Dad seems to have remembered he lives here now that Eve has left. They never did get on, I don’t know why. But anyway, he seems to be more attentive.”

“Really? It’ll probably be until his next golf match,” I quipped.

Mom slapped my arm playfully, “Now, now, give him a chance, he seems to be making an effort.”

So, he was making an effort to be nice to her. I didn’t think that would last, but I didn’t say anything. However, I did wonder if that was why she hadn’t alluded to any of our ‘intimacies’ and wanted to draw a line under what we had done.

“Well, that’s one good thing then,” I said, moving round quickly to hug her from behind.

She let me hug her for a long moment, “Enough of that,” she said, sternly, “it’s too hot,” trying to move out of reach.

I managed to sidestep, and in doing so turned her round so that her back was to the countertop. I moved closer pinning her there, my hands on her hips.

“What are you doing,” she said, consternation on her face.

“I missed you when Eve was here you know.”

She looked me in the eye at this, “You did?”

I nodded ‘yes’, then, “I know it’s a bit hot, but wouldn’t it be ok to just hug for a you moment while it’s just you and me?” I whispered, as if there was someone that could overhear.

“I don’t know, my conscience tells me we have already done too much of that, and we shouldn’t have.”

“I like the feeling of being close to you, but with Eve here, you made me keep my distance.”

She gave a sad smile, her features softening, her brow slightly furrowed.

“You know that I love you as a son…and a bit more, that I shouldn’t,” she whispered.

“I can never forget what we did together, I felt that it brought us so much closer,” I said, my hand moving a bit further round in small circles towards her bottom.

I gently pulled her lower half towards me, my hardening cock centred between her thighs beginning to press against her through her skirt.

“No, we can’t,” she said, when she began to feel me there.

“It’s nice to just hold you like this though, nice and close.”

“Yes… it is…but I can feel your…you know, and it can’t lead anywhere,” she said softly, a slight blush on her neck.

I moved my hands up under her top at the back, touching her warm skin.

A small sigh escaped her lips, and she put her hands on my waist as if to push me away.

I pressed my hips a little harder against her, my cock now fully erect, and ran my hands up to the strap of her bra and back down her spine. I could feel that my cock was now pressing hard against her mound over her clothes.

I kissed her neck just under her ear where there were some very fine hairs, and saw her skin involuntarily erupt in goose pimples as it had before.

You know that feeling when your body is touching another, and all your skin seems to become sensitised and aware of the slightest pressure and what it is touching, almost like you have sprouted tiny fingers from your skin. I was feeling that; my thighs against hers, my cock-head nestling against the gap at the top of her thighs, parts of her stomach touching mine and her breasts pressing against my chest.

“I meant what I said, I do love you,” I said, leaning down and kissing her on the lips; feeling her lips make an automatic response for a moment and then a stiffening of her body.

She glanced at the clock quickly then back at me, “I know, but this isn’t …right, and anyway your Dad will be home soon.”

I imagined from that excuse, a weakening of her resolve, as she seemed to be considering how much time we had.

I slid my hands round to her sides and up a bit higher, my thumbs contacting the bottom edge of her thin bra under her thin top.

She breathed out heavily.

I didn’t know how far she would let me go, but she wasn’t struggling to get free nor was she encouraging me. I wondered if she might have mentally set some sort of limit that might allow us a bit of touching but not go too far.

She closed her eyes when I moved my hands round and slipped them over her bra clad breasts and cupped them in my hands. I knew they weren’t large, but they were firm and well shaped. I quickly found her nipples with my fingers and almost immediately they became erect.

I leant down and kissed her on the lips again, her eyes flying open.

“I…don’t know, we mustn’t, we need to be sensible,” she said, quietly, moving her head sideways.

“It is sensible to kiss someone you love,” I replied, whispering, - I don’t know why people whisper in these situations.

“But this could get out of hand, I think I’ve already let it go too far,” she said.

I moved my hand down and then pressed my fingers up under her bra, pushing it over her breasts leaving them bare to my fingers.

“Pete!”

Belatedly, she put one hand on the outside of her top to try to keep her bra in place, but by then I was already holding both of the warm globes in my hands. Seeing it was futile, she dropped her hand back onto my waist, leaving me free to let my hands roam over her hard nipples, squeezing and rolling them in my fingers.

“Much as I want to, we can’t keep doing this, it is too dangerous,” she added, changing her tactic.

“No one can see or hear,” I said, squeezing her nipple a little harder.

She looked round nervously, as though expecting someone to walk in at any moment.

“I suppose we could just cuddle here for a while, but we must listen out for your Dad’s car.”

She was weakening.

“I’m sure we’ll hear the tyres on the noisy gravel drive,” I said, lifting up her top over one breast and dropping my head down to take the nipple in my mouth.

“Ohhh... I shouldn’t let you,” she mumbled, then sighed, closing her eyes, but didn’t stop me.

I pressed my cock harder against her and felt her move one of her feet a few inches to the side, opening up the gap between her thighs.

I moved my hips forwards and felt her do the same, our clothed-covered parts rubbing together. Then her hands were on my bottom pulling me harder towards her.

“That feels good Mom, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm,” she hummed, her breathing a bit faster.

I lifted up the rest of her top and attempted to take it off, but her eyes opened again, and she moved one hand quickly and grabbed it, preventing me from doing it.

“No, we need to stay as we are…just in case,” she said.

Much as I would have liked to have her half naked, I didn’t want to push her too far. I understood her reluctance and so I made do with the bottom of her top just resting above her breasts.

Looking down, I could see her dark erect nipples and the areola around them, a view made sexier by being here in the kitchen that we all normally inhabited each day. I thought I was probably going to see it in a different light from now on.

I bent my head down again and lifted one breast so that I could put her nipple in my mouth, while we continued to slowly dry hump one another in this standing position.

“We need to stop, my back is hurting from being pressed against the counter edge,” she said, after a few minutes, releasing the pressure from her hands on my bottom.

I didn’t want to stop, but I could see what she meant.

“Could I… emmm… lift you onto the countertop?” I asked, tentatively, sure that she would refuse.

“What, you mean sit on it?” she queried, looking sideways at it.

“Yes, like this,” I said, lifting her lithe body easily and putting her bottom on the counter.

“Wait, wait,” she said, a bit panicked.

“Is that better for your back though?”

“Yes, but it feels a bit odd to be sat here.”

Her legs had opened to keep her balance, and I slipped between them, one leg now each side of me.

I kissed her, pulling her towards me at the same time so that her bottom was right on the edge of the counter. I don’t know who had designed the height of that surface, but my cock came to just above it, directly in line with Mom’s covered pussy that the covered tip of my cock was now pressing against once more.

“Is that even better?”

“Ohh, yes, sort of, but I feel I am about to be told off for siting on here,” she giggled, putting her hands on the counter each side to steady herself.

I put my lips on hers again, but this time she reciprocated, nibling on my lips with her own. I probed hers with my tongue and gradually she opened her mouth and allowed me in. With one of my hands behind her head and the other fondling one of her bare breasts, we began to kiss in earnest.

I pressed my cock, which was tenting my shorts, as much as I could against her, but she began to slide further back onto the counter, losing the contact. I knew that it would be much easier with my bare cock, but I wasn’t sure if she would let me, given what she had said earlier.

My thoughts, or ‘that voice’ as I call it, was coaxing me to ‘just try’ and so, with my hard cock, and youthful arousal already filling my bloodstream with common-sense-inhibiting hormones, I quickly dropped my hand from her breast, flicked the button and zip on my shorts and they dropped to the floor. Just wanting to achieve what my thoughts were telling me to do, I also pulled my boxers down under my cock and testicles, freeing it to the fresh air.

Mom obviously felt me fumbling around down there.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, pulling her lips away and looking down between us. “Ohh, you shouldn’t be doing that, I meant neither of us should take anything off it’s too risky if he comes home.”

“It’s ok, I can just pick them up and run to my room,” I said, placatingly.

“You sure you can?” she said, nervously looking around as if Dad was in the house.

“Yes, I’m sure, don’t worry, let’s enjoy this time.”

She was biting her lip again a worried look on her face.

She put one hand down and ran it along the length of my cock and back up again.

Holding it tighter, she pulled my foreskin back and forth over the enlarged head. She was slowly wanking me while I kissed her again and alternated my hand from one breast to the other.

We continued for a while, alert for any noise of a car that might indicate Dad had arrived. As there was none, I wanted to give her the same level of pleasure that she was giving me, so I slid my hand down from her breast onto the long length of exposed thigh.

She put her other hand on my wrist.

“I’d like to, but it’s making me too nervous.”

“I just want to make you feel good,” I whispered into her ear, “and I can stop if we hear anything at all.”

I could feel the indecision resonating through her hand; a slight trembling, a loosening, and then tightening of the pressure.

“At any noise at all?” she repeated, thinking about it, needing it confirmed.

“Yes, of course.”

After another pause, I felt her hand gradually free my wrist.

Now, unrestrained, I ran my hand along the top of her thigh and under the hem of her skirt until my thumb touched what I expected to be her normal panties, but it wasn’t. Of course, I thought, the skirt was very short, so it was some sort of standard tennis underwear instead, the sort that ladies wear under those sports skirts. I could feel that it came a little way down her leg, so I assumed it was fashioned like very short, shorts. It must have been of a very elastic type of material, probably to allow lots of movement, as I found it easy to slip my fingers underneath the elastic on her leg.

She stroked me just a fraction faster when she felt my fingers touch her short pubic hair and then move further across to drop between her plumped up pussy lips.

“Ohhh,” she sighed, when I parted her wet labia, teasing each of them with my fingers.

Moving my hand down from the back of her head to the centre of her bottom just above the countertop, I pulled her gently back towards me and to the edge, and with the fingers of my other hand, searched for her entrance.

It wasn’t difficult to find, and as I pushed one finger up inside her, I bent my neck down and kissed her again.

Her level of excitement mounted as I moved first the one finger, then added a second, sliding effortlessly in and out of her in time to her hand on my cock. She lifted her knees to grip my waist, which had the effect of tilting her vagina upwards and made it easier for my fingers to penetrate her even deeper.

She was getting me just as excited, and much as I was enjoying our closeness once again, I hoped that once more we might be able to take the ultimate step, but how to achieve it?

‘You can see she is enjoying it, just ask her’ I heard in my head.

Would it break the spell I wondered and cause her to rethink what we were doing. She was already nervous.

‘No, think of a reason and ask’ it said.

I continued what we were doing for a few moments more while I built up the courage. After all, we were already mutually masturbating each other, and the kissing had become much heavier.

“Mom…” I began, moving my lips away from hers, “would it be….I mean, don’t you think it would feel even better if you could feel my…you know touching you instead of my fingers?”

I still felt a bit inhibited saying words like ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ to my Mom, no matter what we had done, it just felt awkward.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, “but you know how nervous I am about us being caught and what would happen if we were.”

“Well, if I could perhaps just remove your… I mean, the underwear you’re wearing then….”

“Oh No,” she cut it, “I don’t think it’s safe,” a minor tremble in her voice.

“You know he always takes ages getting out of the car, getting his briefcase, his coat, and stuff, together. Like me, you could easily make yourself decent in the time,” I coaxed her.

“I would probably fumble and put both legs in the same hole or something and fall over,” she said, accompanied by a nervous laugh.

“I know you wouldn’t really, you’re always so precise and organised,” I complimented her.

“It’s very tempting,” she whispered, uncertainly, looking round again, “and it has been a while.”

“You mean… Dad doesn’t…” I left it unfinished.

She shook her head, looking embarrassed.

I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want to make love to this beautiful, sexy woman, it didn’t make sense.

“I think he may have someone else.” she stated softly, looking down, “and he is covering it up by attempting to be nice now.”

It had crossed my mind, but I couldn’t see my dad as some sort of Romeo, but Mom must have her reasons for thinking it.

“Oh, I hadn’t realised,” I said, suddenly feeling a bit sad for her.

“Sooooo, I know you love me, and we are here alone, you can do what you said, if you want.”

“You’re sure?”

She nodded, and as I moved my hands up under each side of her skirt to find the elastic at the waist, she began to take a little of the weight off her using her hands on the counter.

I found the top and gently began to pull…

“WAIT,” she said, suddenly, listening.

Sure enough, right on cue, we heard tyres on the gravel drive. ‘No, No, not now’, I thought to myself. Although he didn’t know it, he was foiling our near fornication.

“Damn, damn,” Mom said, uncharacteristically, sliding down off the counter. “Go up to your room and do something ‘normal’,” she added, kissing me quickly on the lips. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

With that, she left and made her way to the front door to ‘welcome’ Dad home.

Taking the hint, I shot off to my room, taking my shorts with me, frustrated, and wondering what she meant by ‘I’ll make it up to you’…

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That evening, after our evening meal, we were all sitting in the living room absent-mindedly watching the TV.

“I’ve decided I’m going to go down and see my sister on Saturday,” Mom suddenly said to Dad.

That got his attention.

“Why do you want to see her, she has only just left?”

“I want to see if she is recovering ok, she wasn’t completely healed when she went home, and it’s isolated there.”

“It’s a long way to drive there and back on your own, isn’t it?”

“Well, I am quite capable, and I intend to stop overnight, but you can come with me if you want.”

I was sitting there quietly listening to the exchange, but there seemed something a bit odd in the way Mom invited him to go with her, knowing that he didn’t get on with Aunt Eve.

“You’re staying overnight?”

“I thought it would make a pleasant weekend near Dartmoor, and I’d get to see my sister too.”

“Ummm, I can’t,” he said, “I’m entered into an important golf tournament on Saturday and part of Sunday.”

“Oh, that’s a shame, I would have liked the company,” Mom said.

“Yes, sorry about that,” Dad said, sounding not the least bit sorry.

I looked across at her and could see her lips twitching in a faint smile.

“What about you Pete?” she asked, looking at me and raising one eyebrow quickly, “do you fancy being your old mom’s companion for the weekend?”

My mind instantly flipped to her parting comment earlier of ‘making it up to me’ and my heartbeat increased.

“Well, if Dad is going to be out most of the weekend, I wouldn’t mind a trip into the country,” I replied, trying to read Mom’s expression.

“Good, so you needn’t worry, Pete will be with me,” she said, “that’s ok, isn’t it?” she added, turning back to Dad.

“I suppose it will have to be,” he said, grumpily, “I’ll probably eat at the golf club as you won’t be here.”

“Don’t worry Pete, I won’t drag you round lots of old churches or anything,” she said, giving me a mischievous look, and I am sure I could see a hint of a blush.

“If that’s a promise then I’m in,” I said, not sure what I was letting myself in for.

It seemed that was the end of the conversation, and the rest of the evening passed like any other; Mom reading and glancing at the TV from time to time and Dad slowly falling asleep.