Never in a Million Years Ch. 04

While mom was getting undressed, I quickly gathered up the things I needed for her massage, plus one or two other items I needed that she would be totally unprepared for. But before I sprang that little idea on her, I needed to get her really good and worked up first. I soon had everything ready, including myself when I heard mom’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. Though she had on her robe, I knew she was naked beneath it. I on the other hand was naked as I stood there waiting for her.

“John…” she said simply eying me, though I wasn’t as yet erect. “You think that’s wise?”

“More comfortable this way,” I said lamely. “Keeps me from getting too hot while I work on you.”

“Ah huh,” she said climbing up onto our makeshift massage table, turning her back to me before slipping the robe off, and then laying face down on the table, eyes closed. I took a moment to admire my mother’s form, in particular her still very firm ass as she patiently waited for me to begin. “If you’re through gawking…” she finally said knowing full well that I had been, though I saw her eyes open into slits as I walked around standing in front of her. I began working on her shoulders, messaging down into the small of her back, my free-swinging prick only inches away from her face as I did that. Once or twice I glanced down as I worked her muscles, not at all surprised to see her eyes open looking at me.

“So far so good,” I thought to myself as I continued, now running my hands along her sides, just grazing the flesh of her somewhat concealed breasts as she pressed herself into the table. I’d even managed to “accidentally” bump into her once or twice, letting my rapidly stiffening cock poke her in the shoulder, or rub alongside her breasts as I moved around the table, eventually massaging her legs where I lifted, and had her spread them just a little. She had to of known I could easily see the split of her pussy as I did that, especially as I eventually saw a bit of glistening dew forming there as I worked on her firm ass. I even allowed my fingers to just brush tantalizingly close to her pussy, hearing an involuntary moan as I did that, though she quickly followed that up with a precautionary warning as well.

“Easy John…you promised.”

“I promised to make you feel good,” I reminded her. “And that’s exactly what I’m doing isn’t it?” “Yes…but,”

“Shh,” I silenced her. “Just relax, enjoy it,” as I soon after instructed her to roll over onto her back as I proceeded to work on her shoulders again, though working my hands down her arms, and lightly running them over and about her breasts too. I was careful to massage her tits without actually making it feel like a sexual caress, though that would come soon enough. Already her nipples were hard and stiff, standing out thick and proud, obviously excited as I worked downwards from there to her tummy. Once again I just let my hands and fingers skiff over the delicate furrow of her mound, feeling her quiver as I quickly passed by. I stepped around her once more, working her upper thighs, fingers slowly inching upwards to her furrow as I managed to coax her into spreading her legs again without asking her to do so. She was obviously excited, even if she was pretending not to be. And as such, it was time to spring my big surprise on her.

I started to work on her arms again, one at a time, lowering them purposely off to the side of the table.

“Just let them dangle there for a moment,” I said softly. Don’t move for a second while I finish this.” I had hidden a coil of soft rope that I’d created two slip knots with, now pulling that out from beneath the table where I had secretly tucked it away. I carefully placed both loops around her wrists simultaneously, and then pulled.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Mom suddenly asked a moment too late, realizing that her hands were now bound as I tied them off to the table legs beneath her. She at first thought I was just teasing with her, messing with her perhaps though I hurriedly ran around to the bottom of the table and produced two more. These of course which I now slipped over her feet, and then tying them off, thus having her completely captured and now spread-eagled there on the table. “John? John?” She asked struggling against her bonds, though she was firmly secure, unable to move in any direction. At last giving up her struggle, seeing the futility of doing so, she looked at me with a very surprised and confused expression on her face. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She now asked looking somewhat stern at me as though that would deter me from what I was planning on doing.

“Like I said…making you feel good,” I grinned at her.

“Like this?” She said once again trying to lift her arms, though showing me the futility of her ability to do so.

“Yeah, like this,” I grinned at her again, this time running my hands purposely over her breasts, capturing her hard nipples between my fingers, scissoring them, pinching and pulling on them. And though she groaned as I did that, she quickly fought back, trying to re-gather her senses.

“John please…I’m your…”

“Mother. Yeah, I know. And a damn sexy one too. Now, now quit trying to fight this mom, I’m not about to let you get up until you’ve had a nice little orgasm or two.”

“John!” She said struggling once again. “I can’t…I just can’t, you know I can’t!”

“Yes you can, and besides mom…you don’t really have a choice here now do you? So the sooner you just relax, enjoy it…and cum, the sooner I’ll let you up and off the table here.”

Though she was still struggling with it emotionally perhaps, she had quit struggling physically. Actually relaxing her body again. “I can’t do this John…I’m…I’m too nervous,” she stammered though the quiver in her tone in her voice told me just how aroused she was becoming. Though the real sign that she was had already betrayed her. I glanced down between her legs and saw a nice little river of creamy white sauce suddenly leaking from her depts.

“Hmm, what’s this?” I said running the tip of my finger up mom’s split, coating it with her essence, and then showing it to her as I brought it towards my lips, licking it off. “Looks to me like your body’s enjoying it, even if you’re not willing to admit it,” I said running my finger up her precious slit once again, feeling her shiver. “That’s it…” I coaxed, gently stroking her as she squirmed, this time doing so in obvious pleasure as opposed to fighting against the bonds still holding her. I indeed knew mom had a bit of a kinky side to her, almost an addiction according to my Aunt, so had figured that something like this might be just up her alley. And more importantly, just kinky and hot enough to get her to lose a few of her pointless inhibitions. “So…feels good doesn’t it?” I said teasing her, now slipping a finger fully inside my mom’s wet slippery cunt as I wormed it about inside her. “Come on mom…at least admit it. Admit you’re enjoying this.”

“Ok, ok…I am. There! Satisfied?” She cried out, squirming once again against her restraints, though feebly now as though trying to show me she was still fighting against this. Only that’s when she also happened to glance up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Oh God…Dorothy!” She suddenly exclaimed, this time truly trying to sit up, using every ounce of strength she had to no avail. “John…you have to release me! Dorothy will be here around two o’clock! She said she’d be dropping by with a copy of a new recipe I’ve been wanting to try!”

Dorothy was a neighbor friend of hers who came over from time to time. And by her reaction, I had no doubt she was telling me the truth here too. But I decided to use that to my advantage. “Well then…that doesn’t leave us too much time now does it mother?” I grinned wickedly at her. She was looking at me in lustful frustration. On the one hand, I could see by the look in her eyes she had nearly succumbed to what I was doing, but now…with the certain knowledge her friend was due to drop by a short time from now had created a small change of plans.

“I can’t…I can’t…no way, I can’t cum…knowing,” she panted desperately.

“Hmm, well then…I guess since you can’t at the moment, I’ll just have to be satisfied with you making me cum then.” Once more, the implication of what I’d just said caused her to quit struggling for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean? Just what I said…since you say you’re too nervous and worried to cum right now, you’ll have to make me cum then instead…before she gets here.”

“John please…I can’t, I’m your…”

“I know. We’ve already been here mom. No point in saying it all again. How about you just do it, and then I’ll untie you and let you go before your friend gets here.”

“What is it you want, and how can I?” She asked now staring at my rock hard cock again.

“How about licking and sucking it? That should be easy enough don’t you think?”

“No John…no! I can’t! I won’t!”

We had reached a bit of an impasse here with mom no doubt hoping I’d give up and give in before her neighbor really did show up. It was time to raise the stakes just a little. But how? I glanced about, looking…trying to think, when I saw the perfect solution.