She held my hands with hers and guided them to the backs of her thighs above her knees. Leaning close to my ear, she whispered, "Sam, could you feel my legs to see if you can detect any cellulite? You said you couldn't see any, but maybe you can make sure."

It was an incredible moment. It was one thing to admire my mother's legs, quite another to caress them. My hands slowly ran up the backs of her smooth, firm flesh, relishing the feel. My cock hardened fully and uncomfortably lodged between us. When my fingers brushed against her panties, I moved back down. I explored her legs again,...