More than once， in her reverie ， she whispered， "oh…… that feelsso good …… thank you baby ……" or "…… your hands are wonderful ……" and "you have the perfect touch ……"

　    At one point， she turned and leaned over to take a sip of her drinkon the coffee table ， generating multiple reactions in me. Although itwas one smooth fluid and all to quick an effort ， in my mind ， in slowmotion I watched her thighs open slightly as she repositioned to reachfor the glass ， seeing in turn ， the spreading of her lovely thighs ，a developing full view of her panty covered muff， noticing clearly thewisps of her lush pubic hair highlighted within the confines of the silkyfabric and peeping around the sides ， as her pussy lips， clearly definedfor the moment， seemed to blow me a kiss from behind the veil， and thenher full round bottom when the gown opened underneath as she rolled toher side. And the whole time， feeling her foot in my lap moving， asher heel turned and snuggled more tightly against my stiff cock ， andrubbed it first up then down as she stretched for the glass. And thenan all too quick repeat ， in reverse ， as she replaced the glass andsettled back into the couch ， modestly making sure her gown covered herlap.

　    By now， my hands had moved almost to her knees in their ministrations，and I'd shifted a little closer so her calves were more in my lap. Theslight bend in her knees was again giving me a clear view under her gown，though her thighs were again closed ， but not tightly.

　    I glanced at her again， to be sure her eyes were still closed， butcould not tell if she had fallen asleep.

　    At that point ， I decided not to push my luck. I put a little morelotion in my palms and gently massaged her knees， going only slightlyabove ， and then all the way back down to her feet. Sliding my handsslowly back up I slowly massaged the inner muscles of her legs， feelingthem hesitantly open to make room as my kneading fingers began again tocircle around her knees.

　    I paused， knowing that I was getting to a dangerous stage， courtingdisaster. I slowly ran my hands around her legs ， just above her knees.I wanted so much to slide my hand up along her thighs and draw even nearerto her honey pot. But I was beginning to tremble and knew that was thesign that my excitement might cause me to go to far.

　    As the debate raged in my mind， common sense saying quit now ， passionurging me on， the TV show ended， and she stirred， sitting up ， puttingher hands on mine ， still just above her knees but not yet under hergown.

　    She leaned forward and whispered， "Honey ， you have the most amazinghands …… I could let you go on…… all night…… I love the way youtouch me…… but we have to stop…… and go to bed……"

　    She put her arms around me and hugged me， kissing my cheek ， thenresting her head on my shoulder. In response， I let my hands slide uparound her waist and hugged her in return ， pulling her into my lap.

　    She was a little surprised by the move， letting out a startled noiseas her perfect bottom settled against me and I pulled her closer， feelingher breasts against my arms and chest. "Mom ， I love touching you andcould do it all night ，…… if you wanted……"

　    She sighed and hugged me close again， murmuring， "I have to go towork in the morning …… and your touch …… is so relaxing ， but I'llnever get to sleep if we don't save some of it…… for later……"

　    Disappointed， yet relieved ， I mumbled okay. I turned my head slightlyto kiss her cheek ， and felt her shift ever so slightly， to hug me moretightly ， so that her breasts were like wonderful， firm pillows pressedagainst me， while her hip ground against my raging hardon， and her bottomrubbed between my thighs. But instead of a son's kiss on her cheek， sheturned a little more and I found myself kissing her lips， startling usboth……

　    Warm， soft ， her lips ， the kiss was exquisite. She sat back alittle， in my lap， stroking the side of my face ， and looked deeplyinto my eyes. I couldn't help but fall into the depths of her eyes， asI smoothed her hair and brushed it back over her shoulder. Then ， I felther fingertip trace across my lips， and she leaned close to my ear towhisper " …… you're turning into a very …… dangerous…… young man……" Lost in the fragrance of her hair ， thoroughly confused， I wasstunned as she slowly stroked my face again and then pulled me down tokiss…… again…… her lips …… lingering in the touch as our lips openedslightly at the touch.

　    And then in one fluid movement， she was up and her perfect figurewas drifting away ， down the hall to her bedroom. I sat there in shockas the heat of her bottom left my raging hardon throbbing unfulfilled.

　    ==== Chapter Seven， The Storm ====

　    What was I doing！！！

　    Was I crazy ！！！！

　    We were definitely playing with fire！！！

　    Okay， so there's nothing wrong with letting him rub my feet. Butwhy ， as he was running his hands up and down my legs， was I disappointedthat the other "sensations" I'd come to enjoy and look forward to ， thennever start. I did grow damp， my pussy did get juicy ， as his handsand fingers ever so slowly moved up to my knees last night， and as Iwondered if he…… or I …… would stop.

　    And I was delightfully surprised when he impetuously pulled me intohis lap ， and let me feel his strong penis against my hip and bottom ，reveling in the confirmation that there WAS a passion between us. AndI surprised myself when we first kissed ， almost by accident ， likevery timid lovers.

　    But the second kiss ， no matter how enjoyable， was stepping wayout of bounds. If he only knew， it would have been far more than justthe "sensations" I later felt that night， all night long ……

　    After the first three climaxes， I lost track of how many times Iwoke up with the tingling in my muff growing， as "he" kissed my breastsand suckled my nipples， and sipped the juice at the entrance to my vagina，and probed my anus…… until……

　    And yet ， as pleasurable and exhausting as the "experiences" were…… I was really beginning to want more…… of him ……

　    I must be going crazy ！！！ He's never done anything to suggest hemight "want" me. The complete gentleman ， in the past few years he'snever touched me in a sexual way， even if the massages seem to me tobe extremely sensual， and the "events" often （now always） include himas the…… perpetrator？ provocateur？ initiator？ willing participant？？？？rapist？？？？？。 He's never said anything to even suggest he harborsany illicit thoughts about me. And he always has the opportunity to "select"among all those young woman to "do stuff" with. Where did I ever get thethought he might want to have sex with his "mother？" I'm too old andway out of his league. And besides， if the "phenomenons" were any indication，blushing at the thought ， my sturdy foundling son would wear me out thefirst night ， and I'd be sore for a week.

　    A couple of evenings later， after dinner ， as I cleaned up， hecame up and began rubbing my shoulders while I stood at the sink. He seemedpensive ， and after thanking me for another "wonderful" meal grew quietand continued to gently ， easily ， run his hands around my neck andshoulders …… and arms …… His hands moved down around my ribs and lowerback， skipping over my bra strap ， gently rotating his thumbs and fingersalong my spine and hips ， he asked the question I'd sort of been dreading.

　    "Mom，" …… he hesitantly started……"what did you mean when yousaid I was 'turning into a very dangerous young man'？"

　    I hesitated a moment， as if to recall the comment， though I knewexactly what he meant ， and what I'd meant. "Well，" I started ， "let'sjust say…… you have awesome hands ， and know just what pleases ……a girl…… er ， uh ， muscles to work…… or …… you know …… massage…… and you're very gentle …… maybe even a little…… oh ， I don'tknow，…… your touch …… it's a little intoxicating when you rub myshoulders …… and the other night…… when you massaged my feet，……you made me feel…… really special …… which made me feel like I'd doalmost anything …… you wanted …… and if you treat your girl friendsthat way…… well …… it could make you pretty dangerous."

　    "In what way" he probed.

　    I had almost run out of dishes. Yet ， I couldn't quite turn to facehim yet. As I reached for one of the last pots， I couldn't stop myselffrom leaning…… to touch my bottom against him …… or his reaction…… the tightening of his fingers on my shoulders…… the pause as we bothfelt the all too brief tryst of his hard cock ， touching ， nestlinginto the divide between the cheeks of my bottom.

　    I blushed and felt my nipples popping …… and hurried on with "oh，I don't know…… maybe talk them into something they might not do otherwise……" I took a deep breathe ， and reached for the last dish， this time"careful" not to lean over "too" much.

　    "Sweetheart ， you have to understand ……" as I continued to washthe now well cleaned dish in my hands ……"you're a very special guy，and when the right girl comes along …… you both may …… I don't know…… this is a little embarrassing…… get too involved …… I expectyou'll sweep her off her feet ， maybe a little too quickly …… and itmeans …… getting that involved…… to a girl…… sometimes it meansmore to her than it might mean to you ……"

　    As the water drained from the sink， and I dried my hands ， and slowlyturned to face him， regretting the end of his touch as he released meand slid back a bit ， I finished with， "so，…… my Handsome son，…… I guess what I mean is …… be careful …… be gentle…… and try toremember…… you might be able to get whatever you want ……" now almoststrong…… trying to look him in the eye…… "but remember that the otherperson…… girl …… that you …… might get…… involved with…… isimportant too …… but might get led astray by your …… dangerous charms…… and may need …… you to be the gentleman we don't see around toooften anymore. One who cares. One who tries to understand and satisfiesthe woman's needs."

　    Was I on safe ground yet？ "Understand？"

　    "Yeah ， I guess，" he said ， though he still looked a little perplexed."Although ， I can't be all that dangerous， if my recent dating historyis anything to go by" he said ， a little dejectedly.

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