...want her to stop, the feel of his mother's silky hands on his leg felt good and
served to stiffen his dick even harder.
"I know, baby. I just wanted you to sit and talk to me about something," Blondie said,
not looking up at him. She swallowed hard, not sure how to start the discussion over what
Alexander had stumbled upon. Bolstering her resolve, Blondie spoke again. "I want to know
what you are thinking, Alexander."
"About what, mom?"
Blondie swallowed again. "About what you saw me doing over there on the floor."
Alexander's mind was blank. Nothing there would form into anything that would be
Blondie continued her massage, unconsciously moving her hand to Alexander's thigh. He
noticed this and shifted uncomfortably. Blondie ignored this and continued feeling his leg.
Alexander finally found his nerve and spoke. "I don't know, mom. I guess I shouldn't have
seen what you did."
Blondie smiled at her son's embarrassment. "But you saw me. Now, tell me what you're
Alexander stared at his mother's hand massaging his thigh. He could swear that she was
moving it up his leg. "I think you were really enjoying what you were doing."
"I was, baby, I was."
Her hand did definitely slide up an inch that time. Alexander stared at i...