Go for her thighs

He knew it was a bad idea. Yes, he was horny enough that he was excited by anything female... including his attractive blond mother. And yes she was sitting there with her foot on his dick, apparently happy to let him rub it into his cock until he got off. But still, she was his mother. Did he really think she was going to let him start playing with her thighs?

Well, maybe.

He reached up with both hands, each hand grabbing her firm thighs just above the knees and slowly sliding upward toward that holy of holies.

"Huh? Matt, what are you doing." She didn't sound turned on or inviting, she sounded like she always did when she caught him doing something he shouldn't.

"Uh, I thought your legs were probably sore, too, from a long day of standing.

"You should know better than to grab any lady's legs without her permission, let alone your mother's."

"Yeah, sorry." He was backpedaling as fast as he could now. "I just felt those knots in your feet and realized you really must be hurting. And when I saw you relaxing, I didn't have the heart to disturb you with questions. But, yeah, totally my bad. I should have realized that you might find that... inappropriate."

"I found it inappropriate because it was." She mussed his hair. "I know you weren't trying anything... bad with your old mother but you really need to learn to be less impulsive and more considerate of other people's sensibilities."

"You're right. I'll try. Do you want me to rub your feet any more?"

"No, I think we had quite enough for the evening."

Well, hell, that had gone about as badly as he'd thought it would. Perhaps next time he'd listen to his own advice rather than barging ahead with his eyes only on the prize while neglecting common sense.

Crap.