Guess I got carried away

"What? Oh, sorry," you stammer as if just realizing what your hands were doing, your fingers caressing her soft flesh as the hard nubs of her nipples press into your palms. "Guess I got carried away," you murmur as you reluctantly let your hands fall away from her magnificent breasts, "sorry, Mom."

"Perhaps we both got a little carried away," she assures you, letting her bra fall back into place, her hands covering her breasts almost protectively as she turns away from you. "Thank you for the massage, John," she says softly as she pulls a sheet up over her shoulder, obviously dismissing you as she rolls over on the bed.

"Your welcome, Mom," you reply as you shuffle out of her room, ashamed and disappointed with yourself as you shut the door behind you. You walk down the hall to your own bedroom, collapsing on the bed as you replay the events of the last half hour in your head. You are amazed at what happened, your mother allowing you give her a full body massage, even going as far as letting your see her ample breasts. "I wonder why," you muse as you shift on the bed, the memory of her shapely body reviving the hardness in your crotch. "Mom was acting a little odd," you think as your hand moves down to your crotch, cupping your hardening cock. "Not that I was acting completely normal," you admit with some embarrassment as you think of being caught groping her. Hell, if she hadn't stopped you, you wonder how far you would have taken that 'massage'...

"Oh, well," you sigh, fantasizing about how the morning could have progressed if your mom hadn't stopped you as your hand gently caresses your erection through your pants. "Damn," you mutter, sitting up and unzipping your pants, feeling the sudden impulse to masturbate to your mother's body. As you begin to stroke your cock, a faint noise reaches your ear, too soft to be indentified but causing you to pause mid-stroke.