Her bed

"We can use my bed," Your mother agrees with a sigh after a few seconds of thought. She doesn't seem all that eager but willing to indulge you as you release her leg. "Give me a couple of minutes to get changed," She says as she gets off the couch, her hands smoothing her shirt down as she moves towards the stairs. You can't help but admire her ass once more as she climbs the stairs, the idea of giving her a full body massage has you fully erect as you follow after her a few moments later. You pause outside her bedroom door, adjusting your cock so that your erection won't be so noticeable in your pants before gently knocking on the door. "Come in, John," Your mom calls out as you let the door swing open.

"Ready, Mom?" You ask with a smile as you see her laying face down on her bed, her body covered by a sheet.

"I guess so," She replies a little nervously as you move over to the side of the bed. You can tell she's having second thoughts about letting you do this as she avoids looking at you as you lift the sheet off of her.

"Just relax, Mom," You tell her softly, your eyes running over her body, a smile crossing your face as you pull the sheet back to see that she's wearing only her underwear. You are kind of surprised to see how racy her panties are, your eyes running over her shapely ass hungrily as you admire her choice of bikini cut panties. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reach out, your hands gripping her shoulders as you begin the massage.

"Oh, your hands are cold, John," Your mother exclaims, jumping slightly at the first touch before relaxing once more as your fingers work at her muscles, kneading the tension and stress out of her neck and shoulders.

"Sorry about that," You chuckle as your hands slowly move down her back, your fingers probing and kneading. You realize that you can still see the fading bruises from her attack on her back and sides, anger welling up inside of you towards the asshole who would beat a woman for simply doing her job. You had heard that your mom's coworkers had exacted some **** on the guy by hounding and harassing him wherever he went. The last you'd heard his vehicle had been impounded for something close to 100 unpaid parking tickets. "Mom, do you have any lotion or oil? It'll help with the massage," You ask as your hands move up and down her back to a chorus of satisfied sighs that are escaping your mother.

"Mmm, top drawer of the nightstand," She murmurs contentedly, turning her head to one side as she closes her eyes.

Reaching out with one hand you pull the drawer open, your eyes going wide at what you see laying inside next to the bottle of baby oil.