Nightgowns and rubdowns.

The rain had finally tempered itself down to a drizzle by the time his mom walked down the stairs.

A pink silk nightgown hung loosely over her shapely body, ending a few inches above her knees. Her ass filled it out almost as nicely as the pencil skirts she wore to work. The wet feet he’d seen in the bath were now clean and bare against the floor. He’d never seen his mom look so exposed.

“Mom!?”

“Eyes in your head, honey,” she said as she sat down next to him.

“I- I didn’t- when did you- uhh, buy that?”

She crossed her legs in front of her and stretched. The movement made her nightgown ride up.

“M-Mom!” Seeing her like this was a dream come true, but he was shocked that his mom would put herself on display like this. “Why’re you wearing that!?”

“You don’t like it?” she asked.

“That’s not- no, I mean- I love it! But why...?”

Holly hunched over and sighed into her hands.

“I know how bad this looks, but I’m not trying to seduce you honey. Really I’m not. I just... I wanted an excuse to flaunt myself for somebody. If your dad was just home more often...”

Mom is having a hard go of it with Dad constantly gone. Jessie won’t talk to her, I’m too caught up in my own problems to care, and then she goes to work and wastes her life away for an absent family... all with nobody to appreciate her.

“Sorry, I was just trying to recover from how ravishing you look.”

“Ravishing, huh? You sure that’s the right word for your old mum?”

“A ravishing gown for a ravishing woman. Dunno how else to describe it,” he shrugged, and stood up. He felt a bit better about the massage now that he knew she was a woman in need.

“I planned to surprise your father, but I guess you stole the honor of seeing it first,” she said. It was a weird mixture of guilt and satisfaction to hear that he’d gotten one up on his dad.

Once he was behind her, he confidently slipped the pink straps off her shoulders. They whispered down her freshly washed skin. She didn’t protest, but he offered an explanation anyways.

“While you were finishing up in the bath, I got some coco butter lotion out of my room. Don’t want it to ruin your new gown.”

“Oooh, lotion huh? A real professional.” It was something he used for especially intense jerking off, but she didn’t need to know that.

A dollop of it squirted onto his hand, and he started applying it to the nape of her neck.

“Close your eyes and relax. Listen to the sprinkling rain while I take care of these aches and pains for you.”

Although she didn’t reply, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to his hands. He wasn’t actually good at giving massages at all, but he figured if he avoided digging his fingers into any muscles, then the lotion would make it relaxing enough on its own.

Between the lotion and the natural smoothness of her skin, his hands glided over the contours of her neck and shoulders with ease. He worked the lotion into her tired skin, happy to help his mom, and have his hands on her at the same time. Now the scent of coconut would forever bring this intimate moment to mind.

“I’m going to work on your arms, and then we’ll finish up with one last shoulder rub. Sound good?”

“Sounds amazing,” she replied.

His fingers worked lotion down from her biceps to her forearms. Then he took her dry hand in both of his and worked lotion into the cracked skin of her palms.

“Working with paper all day is really messing you up.”

“I know, it sucks. Yet another thing age is taking from me.”

“Age isn’t to blame for this one. It’s that awful job of yours,” he said, lifting her arm above her head and pressing his palm into her armpit. It was a relief to discover that she kept them shaved.

“It’s my fault for working so hard. There’re people in the my department who do half the work I do and make the same amount of money.”

“That means you’ll be first in line for a promotion I bet,” he said. His fingers felt the faint swell of her side boob towards the bottom right of her armpit. Temptation threatened to lead him astray, so he quickly switched to work on her other arm before he let it.

“Three slackers and one hard worker have all got promoted in the time since I started this position. It’s hard to get promoted when I don’t understand what they’re looking for,” she said. Having her reveal her about her worries to him made it feel like they were equal peers instead of parent and child. The only thing that broke that illusion was his utter lack of work experience to offer her advice with.

His hand returned to her shoulders, this time focusing on the front half of her neck and collarbone. “I wish I had some sage wisdom to give you, but I don’t have the first idea about work problems.”

She reached back and gave one of his biceps a reassuring squeeze. “That’s okay honey. It’s my job to guide you through life, not the other way around.”

“Well you just come to me whenever you need a massage. I won’t even charge you,” he said.

His fingers encountered the neckline of her gown. The blue balls he’d been stuck with since cuddling with Jessie demanded that he plunge his hands into his mother’s clothes and grope her unabashedly.

Molesting his mom at this stage in their Soul Link would inevitably lead to disaster (probably), so he only let his balls win half the battle. It felt like a crime when he slipped his fingers under the flimsy top of her gown to massage the tender upper half of her breasts.

Holly didn’t open her eyes or react in any other way, much to his paranoid mind’s dismay. He’s half expected to be hit and kicked out of the house, possibly forever. Then why did I risk it? Titties aren’t worth living on the streets over. Or are they?

It’s not like he was copping a huge feel. Where his hands were at currently probably wouldn’t even be considered part of the boob. It sure felt nice and soft though.

“Make sure not to get your lotion all over my nice gown,” she purred.

Emboldened by her apparent acceptance of what his hands were up to, he slid his hands down, still underneath her gown, to stroke the sides of her stomach and breasts.

He was careful not to explore too much of her tits, but the fact that she didn’t resist him rubbing her sideboob intrigued him. There was something he’d wondered about since she’d shown up wearing the tiny pink gown. Without warning, he leaned over her and thrust his arms all the way into her gown until his palms found her hips. No panties.

The brutish movements had caused one of her breasts to fall out of her gown, standing exposed in the candlelight. It was more of a silhouette than something he could see in vivid detail, but he was fairly certain the shadowy shape of her nipple was standing hard and at attention.

This had all happened in the span of a couple seconds, and before he could take it further, his mother calmly said, “I think we’re done for the night,” and opened her eyes. They stared into his.

Jesus Christ. I’m practically ripping her clothes off, he thought, the sound of her voice dragging him out of the lewd haze he’d fallen into.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry mom,” he said unsteadily, and pulled his arms out of her gown.

“No harm done,” she said. She calmly straightened her gown and popped her breast back out of sight behind the pink silk.

“No seriously I-“

“It’s my fault. I should’ve been more aware of how overstimulating this would be for you. I’m going to go upstairs and get some sleep, and you should do the same. We’re going to let the rain clouds take this all away with them when they go,” she said, and ruffled his hair.

“Okay...” I wanted to help her relax and I ended up sexually harassing her instead. I’m such fucking scum. There was a sick feeling in his stomach. He wanted to punch himself in the face.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it honey. Just control yourself next time.”

“Next time? There’s gonna be a... next time?”

“Hey, you’re the one who offered,” she said matter of factly, and started heading upstairs. “Goodnight, Leon.”

“Goodnight mom...”

The tiny flame of the candle was all that was left to keep him company while he tried to comprehend what had just happened.