Mothers and Sons Chapter 2 The Magic Touch

As we lay there on our pillows, Cindy started telling me how it had all started for her and Billy???.For Billy and me, it all started when a Rattler spooked my horse and I took a bad spill. I'm an experienced rodeo rider and know how to fall when thrown but I was taken off guard and landed wrong, very wrong, and wrenched my back. By nightfall, I was still in so much pain that Billy insisted on taking me in to the ER. The Concho County Hospital is more a clinic then a hospital. The doc gave me prescriptions for some powerful painkillers and for a cream that was supposes to relax my muscle. Take the painkillers as needed but don't exceed eight in any 24-hour period he told me. Have someone massage your lower back and thighs using the ointment he told me. I was faced with a great dilemma; the only person close at hand would be my son Billy. My nearest female relative lived sixty miles away.I ponder this problem as the painkillers started to take effect in the ER. How could I ask my son to massage my lower back and thighs? "Billy, would it embarrass you if I stripped istanbul travesti down to my panties and bra and had you massage my lower back and thighs using this ointment?" Sure, he had seen me in a bikini and he had rubbed tanning lotion on my back but to see me in panties and bra, to massage my lower back and thigh muscles? How could I ask him to do that? I was still trying to find a solution to that problem when Billy pulled into our driveway.Billy scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the house and up to my room, the same room that I once shared with his father. Billy's father had left me several years earlier when he discovered that he preferred sleeping with his business partner to sleeping with me. What hurt the most was the fact that his business partner was a guy.Placing me down gently in my dressing table chair, I watched as Billy turned down the covers on my big, empty, lonely bed. Returning to me, he knelt before me and gently removed my riding boots. Reaching up he unfastened my Jeans and slid them istanbul travestileri off my hips and down my thighs and long legs. Pulling them off my pain wracked body. Still kneeling before me, he leaned forward and unbuttoned my blouse, slipping it back and off my body. I was naked except for my cotton panties and bra. I had never experienced such a gentle touch, not even with his father.Sliding one muscular arm under my bare thighs and another behind my back, he picked me up like I weighed nothing at all and I weigh a solid 145 pounds. Laying me genitally on the cool bed sheets, he stood over me for a moment before leaning down and removing my bra and panties."I think you'll be more comfortable without these." Billy covered my naked body with the top sheet. For the next several days Billy fed me in bed, administered my painkillers, gave me sponge baths and soothing massages. Billy wasn't embarrassed by my nakedness. He didn't appear to be aroused by it either. What I hadn't known at the time was that he wore his old travesti jockstrap to keep his erections from showing in his shorts.A week passed, suddenly I found myself faced with another quandary. As the pain left my body, my body started responding to his gentle massages in a very sexual way. I tried to keep my body under control but I was fighting a losing battle. Halfway through the second week I found myself surrendering to his touches. Slowly I stopped feeling guilty over being turned on by my son's touch. My guilt turned to regret, regret that he didn't seem to enjoy touching my body. Little did I suspect that he was controlling himself because he knew that I was in pain. I was planning to tell him that I was ready to get out of bed and resume caring for myself when he showed me just how much I turned him on.Billy had always came to me just before he went to sleep for the night to give me a final massage. Massages with the ointment relaxed my muscles and helped me sleep, at least it had until the pain slowly slipped away to be replaced by intense arousal. Lately I had to masturbate to several orgasms before I could slip off to sleep. Billy usually turned on the overhead light, dimming them, as he entered my room, but not that night.Grabbing the sheet near my throat, he pulled it slowly down my body, he back of his hands brushing my nipples.