Get her thong off
From Torg Adventure
Up till now you'd been concentrating on your mom's mountainous rack, and enjoying it. But now you've seen her pink thong...you've got to go a little further.
You start to rub your hands lower, leaving her breasts to brush down her sides and across her midriff. You notice as you're doing this, she's brought her hands up to her tits and is massaging them herself.
Smiling to yourself, you decide not to say anything as you and your mother work together to caress her shapely body.
“Mmmmm” She mumbles, “That feels really good.”
Gradually you move your hands even further down, brushing over her panties to massage her thighs. She gasps when you do this, which causes you to glance up. Your eyes meet - her look of pure desire telling you everything you need to know.
As you continue working on her thighs, your eyes never leave her thong - the skimpy lingerie the only thing standing between you and the sexiest woman alive. Your mom doesn't seem to notice as you bring your face down to within a few inches of her panties.
She must have felt your breath on her skin down there, because the next thing you know she's opening her legs - thighs parting as you massage the inside of her legs as high as you dare without actually touching your mom's panties.
It's as you're admiring the tauntingly small triangle of material you feel your finger catch on something. Frowning and looking at the problem, you see your finger has become caught beneath the side string of her thong.
Drawing it out, you almost continue with what you're doing, but suddenly grin as you have an interesting idea...
You massage her thighs for a bit longer, then purposefully allow your finger to become snagged again in the little thong. Pausing as you extract it once again, you smile apologetically up at your mother before carrying on.
Of course, you seem to have trouble keeping your fingers from not getting snagged from that moment on. Eventually your mother cranes her neck to look down at you, her hair frazzled as she asks what's the matter.
"Sorry mom, it's just this thong keeps getting in the way! I guess we'll just have to continue this another time."
A look of surprise sweeps across your mother's face. She was enjoying being touched by her muscular son, it had been a long time since anyone had shown her that much attention...
"No! I mean, I suppose I could...You've already seen me topless...Maybe if I took off my panties?"
Without waiting for a response, your mom slips her fingers down the strings of her thong and begins drawing it down her mile-long legs. You grab it as it slides over her ankles and place it gently to one side of the mattress.
Your mom feels relief and anticipation as she realises her son will probably continue his massage now.
You feel anticipation too as you look over the naked form before you. Since your teens you had dreamt of one day seeing your mom like this - laid out before you, like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
Slowly, sensuously, you draw your hands along the length of your mom's leg and towards her newly exposed snatch - which glistens with wetness in the storage room lighting.
Continue massage, ask for a massage from your mom, fire alarm goes off, fuck?
