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Brushing Mom's Hair
Brushing Mom's Hair
n hair.I brushed Mom's hair for quite a while and after she took the last drink
from her mug, she leaned her head back, looked up at my face, and asked me to do
the front, meaning the part that draped down over her ears. She closed her eyes
, leaving her face turned up toward me, and leaned back against me. That was my
undoing.As I looked down, carefully brushing the hair beside Mom's face, I reali
zed that I had an unobstructed view of Mom's chest, barely covered by the thin n
ightgown. It was readily apparent that Mom was not wearing a bra and this time,
I definitely noticed that her small but pert breasts were very sexy. I quickly j
erked my eyes away but they returned when I realized that with Mom's eyes closed
, I was free to look. I could see the dark red spots encasing her nipples and a
thrill rippled through me when I noticed her nipples poking into the silky mater
ial of her nightgown. I focused first on one nipple and then the other. As my ga
ze traveled between them, I realized the sides of her breasts were bare because
the nightgown delved down in a big 'V' to the top of her tummy. This wonderful v
ista generated a twinge in my groin and I became suddenly cognizant of a boner g
rowing in my jeans which were pressed against the spongy flesh of my mother's ba
ck. I couldn't pull away because Mom was leaning too far back and she would have
lost her balance. I had to act like nothing was happening. I willed my cock to
behave itself, admonishing myself for getting hard while looking at my own mothe
r. When that didn't work, I started thinking of horrible things, like a hammer s
mashing my balls on an anvil but even that didn't work. Mom sighed and purred, "
That feels wonderful."
She moved her head slightly from side to side, just enough to press her back har
der against my scrotum, my softness slowly stiffening away. "Put the brush down
and massage my head like your father does."I leaned forward to set the brush dow
n on the dresser, my errant appendage pressing even harder into Mom's back. I wo
rked my fingers over Mom's head, gently massaging her scalp and then down to era
se the stress lines from on her forehead, letting my fingers stretch down her ch
eeks and along her jaw line before returning to her head, the way I'd seen my fa
ther do it many times before. "Mmmmmmmmm," Mom sighed, slowly twisting her head
and neck, making the constrained ball within my jeans grow another inch.Maybe sh
e didn't realize what was happening to me. Maybe she couldn't feel it through th
ick material of my jeans. Of course she can't, I reasoned, I was no porn star. I
relaxed and my eyes strayed back to Mom's tits, now stretching the nightgown ti
ghtly across her upthrust nipples which seemed longer than they were moments bef
ore. They may be small, but they were fucking nice!Perhaps because of their subc
onscious desire to touch Mom's breasts, my hands dipped lower on their next pass
down Mom's cheeks, below her jaw line, to stroke and massage her neck and throa
t, an action that pulled her tighter against my bulging jeans. I didn't realize
I was doing it until Mom spoke. "Oh, that feels really nice," she purred. "I lik
e that." Mom arched her neck, pushing her head back and stretching her nightgown
until her tits looked like they were going to burst through. When I returned to
massage her forehead and scalp, I left one hand on Mom's throat, gently massagi
ng her windpipe and the underside of her chin. Mom purred a constant, throaty ap
preciation. I was sure that her nipples were definitely longer and her breasts s
eemed firmer all around, rising more abruptly from her chest. I don't know how l
ong I massaged her like that but it dawned on me that I wasn't massaging her sca
lp so much as stroking her throat and face, and just after that realization I wa
s startled by the sound of my father's footsteps coming up the stairs."Your fath
er's coming," Mom whispered.I pulled my hands away from her neck and face, her w
hispered warning suddenly making me see my touch as a caress. My hands returned
to Mom's scalp and her eyes opened just as Dad entered the bedroom. Why had she
whispered? "Cliff, you can't believe the wonderful scalp massage your son just g
ave me.""Oh?" my father asked, shuffling toward the bathroom, clearly not intere
sted. "Yes. You could be replaced, not that you'd care," Mom jibed."Done," Dad s
hot back. "You've got a job, Mike. It's full time if you didn't already know."Th
e door closed and a few seconds later the tinkle of Dad's pee could be heard eve
n through the closed bathroom door. I gently prodded Mom to an upright position
and pulled away."No, don't go," Mom protested.