Sally Simpson: Hot family action

"Hi, Mom!" he said, eyeing her robe. "Hey, just get up?"

"I=m afraid so. Pretty lazy, huh? How was surfing?"

He pulled a long face. "Not so hot; there weren't any good waves to speak of."

"Oh, that's too bad."

They stood there silently for a moment or two. Suddenly, before she had time to think what she was doing, Felicia blurted out: "I wonder if you'd do me a favor…"

"Sure, Mom. What did you have in mind?" "I,… I have sort of a crick in my neck. Would you mind massaging it for me?"

"Uh, sure, sure. But I don't know if it'll help. I'm not much good at that sort of thing."

Felicia nodded, forcing a stiff little smile. She promised herself that she'd let him rub her neck for a few moments, and then put an end to the whole thing. It would go no further than that. It couldn't.

She sat down on the living room couch, motioning for Chuck to sit beside her. He sauntered over to her, only to be met by the sexy sight of her full, beautiful tits. They were almost wholly visible down the gaping top of her loosely tied robe. He sucked in his breath and forced himself to look away. Felicia couldn't help but see the tightening in his groin. His cock was swelling rapidly.

He hesitated for a moment and then sat down beside Felicia. She turned sideways, so she had her back to him.

"It-it hurts right here," she said, pointing to where her neck met her shoulder blades. "Could you just you know rub it a little?"

"S-sure," Chuck stammered. He reached up and smoothed his fingers lightly over the graceful curves of her neck. Her skin was warm and smooth and fresh from the shower, and it gave off a clean, flowery scent.

Felicia quivered, arching her neck, and Chuck began to massage her. "Ah yes, that's it, dear. Perfect…

Encouraged, he massaged more vigorously, moving down to her shoulders, squeezing them through the robe.

"Wait a minute, dear. Let me just lower the robe a little… "As he paused, she wriggled on the couch, loosening the sash and pushing the material from her shoulders. For a moment, the robe hung open in front, but because she was turned away from Chuck, her tits and cunt were blocked from his view. Chuck sat there rigidly, holding his breath, not daring to move.

"All right, dear; that's better, I think," Felicia purred, beginning to relish her role as temptress, although she knew that teasing her son was wicked.

Chuck gulped and began rubbing along her spine.

"Down a little lower, darling," Felicia purred, lowering the robe still farther.

The situation was getting critical, but still Chuck did as she asked. With small circular motions, he rubbed the skin near her right side, and she sighed with pleasure. He had a nice touch. He was a natural.

By now, Chuck's cock was ramrod-stiff in his fight shorts. His stomach was contracting in that violent way it did when he was surfing and had just picked up a giant way that was about to crest. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing was becoming harsh and irregular.

"I'm still a little uncomfortable," Felicia said. She, too, was breathing hard and trembling under Chuck's touch. "I think that in order to do a really good job, you should do my whole back. I'll just lie down on my stomach on the floor and let you really go at it! It would make me feel a lot better. You don't mind, dear, do you?"

"N-no." he said.

"Good!" She stood up, her back still to him, and whisked off the robe, holding it in front of her, but completely exposing her backside to him.

"Wha-. — " Chuck was dazzled, and so shocked by this staggering display of his mother's beauty, that he had to reach down in his trunks and squeeze his prick hard at the base to keep from coming.

She had such smooth shoulders, such a long, graceful back that tapered smoothly to an impossibly small waist. Her hips flared out sexily, making her waist seem that much smaller. What truly amazed him, though, was the perfection of her high round ass. He'd always been a "tit-man", most aroused by the sight of women's fits, but his mother's beautiful ass just about converted him to asses.

Rosy and full, her buns jutted out over her slim, tapered thighs invitingly. Not a wrinkle or mark — marred those sensational ass cheeks. Chuck shivered, unconsciously turning up the palms of his hands as if to reach out and hold those ass cheeks in them.

Felicia held her pose for no more than a few moments, completely aware that her son was ogling her lush body. Then, still teasing him by holding the robe in front of her tits, belly and cunt, she eased onto the floor so that she was lying on her stomach, the robe beneath her.

"Come on, darling," she said, pretending she was unaware of Chuck's high state of excitement. "I'm ready for you."

In a daze, Chuck knelt down beside her; holding his palms above her ass, aching with the need to touch her asscheeks, but instead, keeping to her upper back.

"Lower, darling, right above my ass, Felicia said, thrilled at using such common language with her son. Chuck took a deep breath and then began to rub and knead Felicia s flesh, working lower and lower until his fingertips were grazing that delicate spot right above where her ass swelled out.

"Good, yeah… you're a sweetheart," she sighed, wriggling beneath him.

Chuck let his fingers stray now and then into her warm, moist ass crack, and she shuddered with pleasure and excitement every time she felt his fingers between her asscheeks.

It was all getting to be just too much for the aroused and bewildered boy. He was shaking with desire, his cock fully erect, his cockhead throbbing against his lower belly. He paused for a moment in his massage to adjust his swollen prick so the waistband of his cut-offs wouldn't cut into it, and just then, Felicia wriggled her pretty ass in such a sexy way, that Chuck lost his control.

With a groan of pain and lust, he gave in to his desires at last and grabbed violently for his mother's ass, kneading it hard.

"Man! That's great!" Felicia groaned, her heart beating wildly, her cunt so swollen and sensitive, that she deliberately ground it into her robe to excite it further.

With a sudden rush of courage, she decided that since she and her son had gene this far, they might as well go all the way.

"Just a minute, Chuck," she gasped.

He stopped his wild manhandling of her ass, his hands poised in the air above her. Then slowly, she turned over, propping herself up slightly on her elbows to really show off her the. She stared at him boldly, hoping with all her heart that he wouldn't run away in disgust at her lewd behavior.

"M-Mom!" Chuck gasped, blushing bright scarlet, his gaze going down and up from her heavy white tits to her shiny dark brown cunt hair. "Mom!"

"I can't help myself," she rasped, her eyes glistening with tears. She leaned over toward him, slipping her hand into his shorts and grasping his enormous fucker, jacking on it hungrily.

Chuck's mouth gaped open, his eyes screwing up at the delicious sensations arising from his mother's expert hand job.

"Please, darling! Please don't hate me!" she whimpered.

With an echoing bellow of lust, he pushed Felicia s hand away, stood up, and pulled down his shorts, kicking them aside. His cock, displayed in all its glory, immense and pulsing, was like some powerful weapon.

Felicia held her arms outstretched, ecstatic that her son did not reject her or think her vile. In one smooth movement, he was on top of her, pushing apart her thighs, crushing her fits with his hard chest. His breath, hot and heavy, whistled in her ear; his cock thumped against her belly and clit, and she reached down between them, grabbing his cock and aiming it so that the head nudged her squirming cunt hole.

"Do it" she grunted in his ear. "Fuck me!" "Oh, God!" he groaned, and he thrust forward, his cock head pressing in past the tight little cunt muscles around her fuckhole, into the sweet, slick depths of her cunt.