I put a couple of logs in the fireplace and turned on the gas. Tons of things were going through my mind, not the least of which was trying to determine how far this would go.
A back-rub was innocent enough. But was I actually going to try and put the moves on my mom? And would she be receptive to that? Instead of a scheme that had to play out, everything was sort of out in the open. Mom had caught us, my sister and I, laying in bed exhausted after just having finished an oral exchange.
Caught, Jill then laid out her plan, and mom seemed to take it in stride. Now that I went back over the talk in my mind, she had not consented to anything sexual, but neither had she denied it outright which one might expect. In fact she seemed to have side-stepped around it. Or was that just wishful thinking, that she might actually play along?
The wood started to crackle as the fire caught. I closed the fireplace screen and turned on the stereo to light music. Then I turned down the overhead lights to a dim setting.
Just then Jill came in with drinks. She had a bottle of wine with two wine glasses already filled. Plus a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. I looked at her and she back at me. "Just in case anyone needs something stronger," she said lightly. "Liquid encouragement."
Mom came in wearing her bath robe. She looked at the tray with drinks, noticing pairs. "Seems like you're short a glass."
Jill answered, "Well, I thought this would be enough for the two of you."
"This is your plan," mom replied. "I expect service from you too," she said as she took a glass of wine and took a long pull, eventually finishing in quick order.
"From me?" Jill questioned.
"While Jack gives me a back-massage," she now dis-robed, revealing a nightie underneath. "You can start on my feet." She offered the empty glass which Jill now refilled. Mom took it and sat down on the sofa, then put her feet up on the coffee table.
I downed a shot of whiskey. Jill re-filled it, then took the other and took her own shot. I walked around behind the sofa. Jill sat on the low table, next to mom's feet. We looked at each other. The room was warm from the fire. The ambience was soft and romantic, light music played and firelight flickered on the far wall.
There was a moment of silence, of anticipation, of what might happen.
I looked down from above and behind her, this lovely woman with a slender body in her night-gown, waiting for me. My mom was waiting for me to give her a massage. I gently placed my hands and began to work her neck and shoulders. Her chest exhaled; she must have been holding her breath too.
It could have been a simple backrub, but it was so much more than that. It was erotic and romantic. Time might have slowed, or I was just caught up in it. It wasn't just that I was touching her skin. I was feeling her essence with my fingers, my hands. I kneaded her shoulders and upper back, to occasional oohs and aahs while Jill worked on her feet and toes.
After about 15 minutes, I leaned over and looked down, noticing the tops of her breasts from my vantage point. I could see her hard nipples pointing out against the sheer fabric of the nightie. I imagined caressing them and squeezing her soft breasts, maybe even while putting her nipple in my mouth, gently biting...
"See something you like," mom asked. I was caught staring at her chest! Had she seen the look of lust on my face?
But instead of pressing the issue, she changed the topic. "That was lovely, but it's time for a different position." She stood, taking another drink from her glass of wine. Then she removed her arms out of the nightie, but still held the fabric to her chest. She laid face-down on the sofa, her bare back exposed. She crossed her arms under her head and rested on them.
"You may resume now," she instructed.
I walked around the sofa, stopping to take another shot. I leaned down to touch her back. I couldn't get much pressure and the angle wasn't right. Mom noticed the dilemma I was trying to solve.
"You can straddle my hips, if the weight is evenly distributed it won't be too much."
