Massaging His Busty Mom
Sean Reenburg
I was on my own in seducing my mother.
My plan to use Mrs. Elliston as my coach, to have the MILF advise me, had failed. She wasn't coming back for a while. She was on maternity leave. She'd just given birth to Clinton III, her son with her older son, Clint. She'd given me a foundation, but it wasn't enough. I didn't know what to do next.
That was why I knew she would help me. She was already a mother who knew the joys of incestuous bliss with her son.
The temp paralegal who started working on Wednesday at my mother's law office was an old woman. Like grandma old. She couldn't keep up with the work. With my mom's the system, one I'd mastered in two days working at my mother's law office over the summer (I was getting some prep for when I went to law school). I had plans. I would be a lawyer. Then a politician like my father.
I would amass power.
I wanted to breed my mother. I bet my little sister that I could seduce her before she could seduce Dad. I had a week head start. A week I needed. As soon as next Monday came along, she would be working as an intern in our father's office in the state capital at Sacramento. She'd probably have his dick in her within five minutes.
As the week passed, I implemented what Mrs. Elliston told me. I complimented Mom all the time. I told her that she looked pretty, that I liked her skirt or her shoes, I complimented her blouses. I hugged her, too, and offered her shoulder massages. I was getting her used to my touch. To being around me.
But I didn't know how to take this to the next level. I didn't know how to move into an actual seduction. I needed help.
As the week progressed, Mom relayed on me more and more for research. Since I had learned the system of the office, I could find the knowledge she needed faster than the old biddy, Mrs. Nielson. I was learning a lot, but that didn't matter.
I was going to lose my supercharged Chevrolet Corvette to my sister. She would get it if I lost the bet. I would get to breed her if I won. I wanted to breed my mother and my sister. I wanted them both to have my child.
The idea made me so hard.
Friday morning came, my last chance to seduce my mother at the office. I greeted my mom, saying, "You're looking beautiful this morning, Mom," when she came downstairs, my eyes almost bulging at what she was wearing. "I love that skirt."
"Oh, this?" she asked, a slight blush to her cheeks. Her skirt was... shorter than any she'd worn all week. So short I could see the tops of the thigh-high stockings she wore. Not pantyhose, but thigh-highs!
My dick went rock-hard in my pants.
She looked so sexy, her dainty glasses resting on her nose, giving her a naughty, librarian look, her blonde hair falling in golden waves around her lush face. She was mature, but still beautiful, my sister's face perfected. Her large tits bounced and jiggled as she came down the rest of the stairs, her breasts almost spilling out of her blouse.
"And that top," I said, shaking my head. "The purple really makes your eyes glow."
"Sean," she said, a smile playing on her lips as she came up beside me. She slipped her arm around mine. "You're going to be a dangerous, young man. The girls at your college better watch out."
I winked at her.
My little sister, Maria, watched us leave. She was wearing panties and a t-shirt, her sleeping wear. The panties molded tight to her crotch, showing off her delicious cameltoe. She had a hungry look in her blue eyes as she stared at me.
"Have a great Friday," she said, a big smile on her lips. "I can't wait to hear how your first week went."
"It's going great," I said, my cheeks burning. Her smile turned taunting.
"Don't wander around the house in your panties, Maria," Mom groaned. "You're nineteen. You can't dress like that any longer in front of your brother."
Maria rolled her eyes before she sauntered off.
I fought my irritation. My sister knew I hadn't succeeded. That today was my last chance before the weekend. I would have to make a move today. I had to be bold. Take a chance. But if it backfired... if I was too fast, it would make things... awkward.
I would lose out on seducing my mother.
To my surprise, Mom let me drive. I chose my car. I couldn't help speeding while trying not to stare at her as she sat beside me, her legs crossed. Her breasts rose and fell. Her cheeks had that blush to them. I must be succeeding.
I felt confidence swell. Maybe today was the day. I could beat my sister and win the bet. I could have my mom as my lover. My dick throbbed hard in my pants. I wanted to adjust myself as I drove my Corvette out to her law office.
"You look like your father when he was your age," she said, glancing at me. "He used to have a car like this."
That made me smile more. "Oh, feeling young today, huh? You look it."
"Maybe," she said. She stretched her back, her breasts thrusting out and...
A car honked. I was about to drift into another lane.
"Pay attention to the road, honey," she said, suddenly becoming a mom again. She gave me a hard look.
"Sorry," I muttered, my cheeks on fire. Those breasts were just magnificent. I couldn't help that they distracted me Who wouldn't be distracted by those lovely tits? My cock ached and throbbed. My hands gripped the steering wheel.
We arrived at work. Mrs. Nielsen hadn't shown up yet. Mom settled in the office while I set about getting things ready. My heart beat. I waited to jack off. I knew that today was the day that I would seduce her. I had the confidence.
Only Mrs. Nielsen arrived and then Mom's client. She was in meetings all day. There was no chance for me to get her alone as she and her client were secluded in the conference room, talking about the case. Whenever I came in to bring drinks or snacks, it felt so intense in there.
"How's it going, bro?"
my sister texted me around lunch.
"Great,"
I lied.
"No, it's not,"
she answered with a taunting emoji at the end.
"If it was going great, you would be bragging about banging Mom."
"I'm going to bang mom!"
I texted back.
"LOL. It's three days until Daddy fucks me. He's going to have his dick in me. You know how tight I am. He's going to explode in me."
I scowled. He would. How could Dad resist her nubile body? Maria was gorgeous in a youthful way. Not the mature delight of my mother. I shoved my phone back into my pocket, my lusts stewing.
Near five PM, her client left and Mrs. Nielsen went home for the day. Suddenly, Mom and I were alone in the office. It felt so quiet. She was sitting at the conference room, staring at the papers spread out before her. She looked beautiful despite the exhausted cast to her face.
"Need a massage, Mom?" I asked, leaning on the doorway. I was tired, too, but eager for another chance to touch her.
"Oh, god, I do," she moaned. "Sean, you're touch is amazing."
She pulled her blonde hair out of the way all on her own, exposing her shoulders clad in her purple top. I moved up behind her chair, unbuttoning the cuffs of my dress shirt and rolling up the sleeves. Then I loosened my tie.
This had to be it.
I stood behind her chair, grasping her shoulders, digging my fingers into her flesh through her silk top. I stared down her low-cut blouse. I could see the gray of her bra, the edge lacy. Her tits rose and fell as she let out a long, slow sigh. Her chair creaked as she shifted around in her chair, her breasts swaying.
I wanted to slid my hands down and grope those tits.
My fingers worked through her blouse, massaging her. She let out a long, slow sigh. Her body relaxed as I worked. My dick throbbed with the beat of my heart. I licked my lips, this rushing blood shooting through me.
Those breasts were lovely.
Large. Soft. Pillowy.
Her blouse was so low cut.
She was on display before me.
Her nipples poked hard at her fabric. She sighed again, almost a sensual whimper. My fingers slid up to the neckline of her blouse. I brushed her neck with my digits, feeling the warmth of her skin. I caressed her, my fingers sliding down to her shoulders.
I slipped beneath her blouse to massage her shoulders now. I brushed her bra straps as I worked her bare skin. She felt so warm. Her heat building and building. She whimpered. Her body squirmed. Her tits swayed as I touched her.
"Sean," she groaned. "Oh, yes, Sean, that feels amazing. I need this so bad."
"You've been working hard," I said, my fingers digging into her flesh.
I was beneath her blouse now. I was leaning over her. Her sweet perfume filled my nose, exciting me. Her chair groaned as she let out a long, slow sigh. She leaned back, her breasts jiggling, my hands sliding down her chest.
I was going for it. I was massaging down her chest beneath her blouse, following the straps of her bra. I brushed the top swell of her breasts as I massaged her pectoral muscles. Her head turned, her cheek rubbing into my wrist. She whimpered again.
"Oh, Sean," she groaned, her thighs rubbing together, stockings rasping and whispering together. She kept crossing and re-crossing them. Her tongue flicked across her lips. "Sean, this is..."
"Just massaging you, Mom," I said, my fingers kneading into the two swell of her breasts. I was touching her tits. The top of her cleavage. "Just enjoy it, Mom. You earned it. You had a long work week."
She nodded her head, her eyes shut. She rubbed her cheek against my wrist as my hands slid deeper. My fingers slid
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