A silver toy

As you pull the drawer open, a small silver vibrator rolls to the front of the drawer, coming to rest next to bottle of baby oil. You're surprised to say the least, but as you think of it, it makes sense. You can't remember the last time Mom went out on a date, much less brought someone home. 'She's been single for a long time, of course she'd need some relief,' you think to yourself as you eye the silver toy. Pushing those thoughts away, you pick up the bottle of oil and deliberately squirt a liberal amount onto her back.

"God, John, that feels so good," your mom sighs as your hands begin working the oil into her skin, your fingers digging deep into her muscles to work the tension out.

"I'm glad you like it," you reply, "it's one good thing Monica taught me that I can share with others." You joke, trying not to think about some of the more sexual things Monica had taught you that you'd like to share with your mother.

"If you're this good at everything she taught you, there are a lot of ladies who are missing out," your mom murmurs happily as you continue the massage.

"Mom, I need to undo your bra or the oil might stain it," you warn as your fingers work up her back, pausing just below her bra strap. She just moans in response, a reply you take as her consent as your fingers deftly undo the strap, pushing the white cotton aside to give your hands free reign over her back. You continue to work on her back and shoulders for the next ten minutes, your hands sliding up her arms before moving down her body, stopping just above her waist. "Now onto your legs," you announce once you can no longer feel any tension in the muscles of her back, a dreamy smile on her face as she lays there on her stomach. She doesn't respond as your hands move down to the ankle of her left foot, letting you lift her leg up slightly and spread it out to her side slightly as you work your fingers up her calves, tracing along her shapely legs until your hands are caressing the back of her thigh. Your hands move up to just below her ass, your fingers itching to slide just a bit higher, to cup and squeeze the soft supple skin beneath her panties but you hold yourself in check, controlling your urges as you focus on the massage, determined to work the stress out of your mother's muscles. As you finish her left leg you notice that her legs are spread a bit wider than you positioned them, giving you an unimpeded view of her panty-covered pussy as your fingers reach out for her right leg. As your fingers work at her tense muscles, you can't take your eyes off the mound of her sex as she lays there before you, small sighs of pleasure escaping her lips as your fingers work their way over her shapely thigh. You're staring at her crotch as your hands slide up and down her leg, your tongue licking your lips almost compulsively as your hands slowly work their way up her inner thigh.

You pause just inches away from her crotch, your hands visibly shaking as they inch slowly closer to her panty covered pussy, wondering if you dare to make the last move. You've gotten further than you ever dreamed possible, your mother laying on her bed wearing nothing but her underwear; should you take the chance and make a move to touch her panty-covered crotch; or should you play it safe and ask her to roll over so you can massage her front?