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Final chapter: Florie the Florist.

I started to feel aroused as she spoke.

"Oh," I said, not quite believing what she was saying.

"There will be some rules, however," continued dad. "Firstly, from now on you will massage mom on our bed in the bedroom. Secondly, only when I am here. Thirdly, it's better to keep these, shall we say, sessions, between us, and not let anyone else know, as other people might not understand. Are you ok with that?"

"Yea sure dad" I replied, still stunned by this conversation.

"Would you like to give me a massage now Rasheed?" said mom.

"Sure" I replied, with my dick semi-erect in my pants after all this talk, and my heart racing.

"Let's go to the bedroom," replied mom as she got up. Dad and I followed her. My legs were trembling at the thought of what was to come.

In my parents' bedroom there was a large king-size bed in the centre with a study table by the window and an armchair similar to my dad's favourite chair that was in the living room.

Dad sat himself in the armchair with his newspaper.

"Now, you and mom just do your stuff whilst I read my paper just like we used to do in the living room" he said. "I can also watch you both and make sure you're comfortable and doing a good job with helping mom."

I couldn't quite believe it, but he seemed to just want to carry on like before, but watch me massage mom on the bed. I decided to go with the flow, and pulled up a stool near the end of the bed and sat on it.

Mom sat on end of the bed and faced me.

"Rasheed, your father and I decided that it would be better if I relieved you first so you can concentrate better on my massage afterwards. I'm going to undress and let you have a good look at me."

I swallowed. 'Did she just say what I thought she said?', raced through my mind.

With that she started to unbutton her cream coloured blouse. I still couldn't believe what was happening.

First the top two buttons and then she pulled the blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt, and then finally the last two buttons. I could see a cream coloured bra underneath which covered her boobs. I caught my breath as she removed her blouse completely and smiled at me.

Her bra was quite low cut, and although I had no idea of womens' bust sizes, they sure looked big to me. Mom moved her hands over her bra in circular motions as she touched the fabric, and looked at me, smiling. "I'll show you more of these in a minute," she said teasingly.

My heart was pounding.

Then without further hesitation, she unzipped her skirt and let it slide down, just like that! And what a shock I got. She wasn't wearing any panties!

Dad looked up and grinned. "Oh that's nice, darling," he said. "Don't be shy now Rasheed," he said looking at me and in a tone like we'd done this a hundred times before, and then went back to reading his paper. This was amazing!

And there in front of me stood my mom, naked from the waist down, wearing just a bra. For the first time I saw a woman's pussy from the front, although not a close up yet! There was a neatly trimmed looking triangular patch of pubic hair there.

"I know you like my bottom, Rasheed, so I thought not to waste any time, and leave my panties off" said mom. And with that she turned around and showed me her butt in its natural glory. It was lightly tanned with wide mound like ass cheeks. The flesh rippled a bit as she stood. I stared transfixed and absorbed the curves, the shape, and the parting line in the middle of her cheeks. As I stared at mom's ass in its natural state for the first time ever, I realised it was more fabulous than I'd ever imagined. It was all my dreams come true. I wanted to touch it there and then.

My dick was now straining vigorously in my pants.

Dad looked up again. "Give him a wiggle," he said laughing.

And with that mom, standing on the spot wriggled her ass in front of me, and I saw her fleshy ass cheeks ripple and slither against each other causing my heart rate to go into overtime.

"Do you like mommy's bottom?" she said teasingly, without

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