Massages are heaven

"You're against the wall again," Laura said from the mattress. "It's easier to get up if I need to use the bathroom in the middle of the night," she continued. She wore one of the oversized shirts and a white sports bra.

"No problem," Dan said with a shrug. He turned off the light and carefully made his way over to the bed.

"You didn't have to turn off the light," Laura said once he got settled.

"You could have said that before I got in bed," he laughed.

"It's okay," she answered with a smile. "What's bothering you?"

"We're going to have bills from the house come due. Like power, water, and all that," he said with a sigh. "On a good month, we can make that, no problem. Now? On top of rent and all that? I'm worried," he admitted.

"I thought about that too. The minimum on my card is coming due too. We'll need to factor that in," she said after a moment.

"We'll figure something out," Dan muttered as he reached over and hugged his mother.

"Mhm, thank you," she responded and scooted a little closer.

"Oh, hey since I'm here," Dan said and sat up a little. "Where are your shoulders? I can massage them... kinda," he said with a laugh.

Laura was quiet for a few heartbeats. She didn't know how to take his offer. "Here," she finally said and held his hand. She directed them to her shoulders. Dan's hand accidentally brushed past her breast as she took his hand.

"Your shoulders are really tight," he said after gently massaging her shoulders.

Laura let out a soft sigh as she rolled her shoulders. "Oh, there," she muttered.

"Here, let me sit up."

Laura gasped as he gently rolled her onto her stomach and applied a little more ****. "Oh... this... wonderful," she murmured into the pillow. There was a sense of contentment and warmth growing in her belly.

"I can ask for an advance on my paycheck," Dan mused aloud.

"Can call my sister," she grumbled into the pillow. It really wasn't an option she wanted. She already owed her sister a small debt.

"That's one option," he allowed.

"...lower." His hands slid down her spine and massaged the small of her back. The warmth was growing but it felt too good to stop.

"This better?"

"Oh, yes," Laura gasped. Laura let out a little gasp as Dan lifted her shirt. She tried to wiggle away from his hands. "Eep," she got out.

"It's just my hands," Dan laughed as he continued to work on her back.

"Just surprised me is all," she lied. His hands on her bare skin was starting to get her worked up in a way she didn't need. Not at all.

Dan continued massaging her back for a few minutes. Laura heard something that made her stomach freeze. "Did you say something?" Laura questioned, hoping against hope it wasn't what she thought she heard.

"Hmm?"

"Did you say something?"

"No?" Dan said after a long pause. "Aw... hell..." he muttered.

"Nooo," Laura muttered. She cried into the pillow her silent rage. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh seemed to echo in her ears and Dan's hands began to burn her skin.

"Just ignore it," Dan advised as he continued his massage.

"W..waait," Laura studdered as he worked on her sides. She started to giggle. The little bastard!

"I forgot you were ticklish."

"Shut up, mister. Thank you for the massage," she said as she tried to rise.

"No way, I feel your lower back. It's all knotted up," Dan said as he pushed a little. Laura rolled back to her stomach with a gasp. He'd manhandled her with little effort. Her body burned just a little hotter. "Just relax and enjoy."

"Wa... fine," she answered with a resigned sigh. She felt powerless as his hands roamed over her stomach. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore a rising pulse between her legs. Dan's hands started to get more adventurous and stronger. His breath quickened. She needed him to stop right then!

"Dan! Stop," Laura gasped. "Please... please, stoopp," she moaned.

"Huh? Yeah, sure," he muttered. He sat back and stared at her. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Baathrroom," Laura studdered and tried to get to her feet. Her legs gave out as she rode out a small orgasm. His hands had gotten her off. She felt dirty and slutty at the same time. She almost fell getting off the air mattress.

Once she managed to get in the bathroom, she realized she smelled like a cat in heat. Taking a washcloth, she ran cold water over it and yanked down her panties. The cold water jolted her up to her tiptoes. It took much longer than she'd wanted to get under control. When she opened the door to the bathroom, she froze. Her son was stroking his cock.

"Dan!" she gasped before she could shut the door again.

"Uh," Dan gasped as he tried to put his erection back in his boxers.

"Just... go handle it," Laura finally got out as she moved away from the door.

"I'll be..."

"Now," she ordered.

"Right, uh... sorry."

Laura didn't speak to him as he passed her and closed the door.

"What am I doing?" Laura muttered as she looked down at her soiled panties in her hand.