Luna and Feliciana Ch. 06

"Relax, Mom. You're not doing anything sexual, are you?"

Yesss. Relax. Her tension released in an instant, her mind like a taut rubber band gently pulled back to its natural slackness. This sensation was incredible. "...no..." She wasn't doing anything sexual. She knew that from how good this felt.

His soft smile enhanced her feelings, streams of relaxation flowing from his massaging of her butt. "He would only be seeing your breasts. Is that inherently sexual?"

Her tired mind couldn't see any scenario where it wouldn't be. "...yes...he's mature..." Maybe when he was younger, but now...

"If a doctor examined your breasts, would that be sexual?"

Well... "...no...but Grant's not a doctor..." He wouldn't have any reason to give her a mammogram.

He chuckled. "I'm in school to be a psychologist, Mom."

Her cheeks flushed at that. She hadn't meant to downplay his accomplishments. "...yes...but psychologists don't check for lumps..." She held out still, but her flub left her wrongfooted, more open than she had been to take in all of his relaxation. A deep part of her mind hoped her son would capitalize on that mistake.

"True, they don't, but a doctor's mature. It's not sexual if a doctor looks at your breasts."

"...it's not..." He was right. He didn't even give her the chance to disagree. It was so relaxing to be hypnotized.

His sly grin returned. "Your son is mature, right? That's what you said earlier."

"...my son is mature..." Her son was. Her scatterbrained head couldn't keep track of the differences between Grant, her son, and the person squeezing her breasts so lovingly.

"In that case, he could see your breasts without it being sexual, couldn't he?"

Her glazed eyes met with her son's, giving her a good view of how thoroughly he was paying attention to her. He was scanning her entire body with his eyes, comfort and calmness enveloping her in that moment. Something was still off, though. There was something to be worried about in the back of her mind. She compromised. "...in certain cases..."

An unsatisfied harrumph showed how he felt about that. He was still paying attention to her, though. "Like what?"

"...if you walked in on me changing...and then left when you saw me..." That was something she knew was normal in her head, something completely detached from sexuality. It was an honest mistake.

Yet another displeased noise came from her son. After some more massaging though, he got started on a new topic. "Would you bounce?"

The change dazed her. Why were they talking about this? Why did he want her to do that? What was even the context? Her confusion must have shown on her face because he clarified it after a second.

"Do you want to bounce up and down on my lap?"

Of course not. Why in the world would she want that? Questions kept ringing through her mind as she responded with a flat "...no..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"...why...do you want me to?" That still hadn't been explained to her.

A grin appeared in place of his frustration as he spelled out his reasons. "I want us to get closer together. To be as close as possible, we should have fun together, right? That would certainly help attract my gaze to you."

"...yes..." She replied reluctantly. It would, but something still didn't feel right. "...it would be uncomfortable, though..."

His eyes pierced into hers. She could see him in startling clarity. She could see how he was her entire world. "How would it be uncomfortable?"

After some pause, considering what exactly about it seemed wrong to her, Feliciana came across the right phrasing. "...it feels...sexual..." She spat the last word with distaste.

"Hm, that doesn't seem right to me. You'd only be bouncing up and down, like someone who's excited, right?" He was so earnest. Was she wrong?

Still, though, something about it didn't sit right with her. Perhaps it was the, um, location. She expressed this to him, unease creeping into her voice. "...it's on your lap..."

Seeing her discomfort, Grant soothed her with his hands, running his left upon her chest and neck. "I really appreciate how you're on my lap right now, Mom. It's great. You're doing great."

A deep sigh naturally exited her lips at his reminder. She was doing great. He still had more to get through, though.

"What we're doing now isn't sexual, is it?" He accented his point with a squeeze to her breast.

"...it isn't sexual..." Of course not.

"And if you were bouncing somewhere else, not on my lap, would that be sexual? Is it sexual to bounce on a yoga ball?"

Again, of course not. That didn't make any sense. "...that isn't sexual..."

He grinned, clearly coming up on his point. "If neither of those things are sexual on their own, how could they be sexual together?"

It took a moment to dawn on her, but once she did, she felt a bit foolish for having objected to his request so much. He was right. "...it's not sexual..."

"Bouncing on my lap isn't sexual, then, is it?"

"...no..." It couldn't be.

He chuckled softly. "So, would you please bounce on my lap, Mom?"

She appreciated his manners, taking deep breaths to prepare. "...yes." She was sure of it now.

"Start bouncing." His smile was wonderful. She couldn't help but comply, starting off with slow, lingering movements before she got lost in the groove, becoming more erratic. Her son seemed so happy, and she was too as she got all his attention. This was incredible. She was so glad she'd asked to be hypnotized.

Grant was glad Feliciana wasn't as good at math as Luna was. She wasn't dumb - far from it - her skillset just lay somewhere other than formal logic. The trick he'd played probably wouldn't have worked on his sister; she'd have pointed out that just because two things on their own are true, that doesn't mean they're true together. Bending over to pick something off the ground isn't sexual, and someone standing behind you definitely isn't either, but when put together it could potentially form quite an erotic image. That topic was behind him, though, and now Lukas could focus on the more important things at hand. For instance, he could make sure his mom couldn't feel his ever-growing erection at the sight of her tits bouncing up and down right in front of him. She didn't care about him gawking, either. Her voluptuous chest was here only for him.

He felt great, and he was sure she did too, what with the attention from his staring. A smile arose on her blank expression. He was quick to affirm this with her. "That's right. It feels good to this."

"...feels good...to do this..." Her words went up and down in tone due to her gyrations.

"You love how this feels, don't you, Mom," he whispered sensually. Their faces weren't far from each other, so he could tickle her ears with his voice more effectively.

Her bounces didn't slow for a second as she responded. "...I love how this feels..."

"You want to bounce on my lap." It was worth repeating himself.

"...I...I want to bounce on your lap..." Her speech became more haggard as she continued her work.

"If you're going to bounce on my lap, you'd need to sit on my lap, wouldn't you?"

"...yess..." Her words slurred while her tits heaved.

"Since you want to bounce on my lap, that means you want to sit on my lap too, mhm?"

A hot breath escaped her. "...I want to sit on your lap..."

Grant reached into his pants to adjust his erection, making sure it stayed out of her sightline. Luckily for him, all her focus was on the attention he was giving her anyway. "You're going to sit on my lap, like we discussed. You'll sit on it of your own accord, too."

"...I'm...I'll...I'll sit on your lap...ahh..." She was deliriously happy. She had been locked into a loop again, this time from how good it felt to repetitively bounce on his pelvis.

He grinned. "You want me to touch you, too, right Mom?"

Another pleased sigh came from her mouth. "...touch me..."

He was happy to oblige, sliding his hands up her waist to cop a feel of her ass. "My touch feels even better when you're bouncing on my lap. It makes you so happy."

"...happy..." A sharp hum ran through her as he kneaded her ass.

His hands were on the move, though, and soon he had captured one of her sizable tits, stopping its bounce with his palm. "Listening to your son is a good thing, isn't it? Because you listened to your son, you get to feel all this pleasure."

"...yesss..." He could swear she choked back a moan as he squeezed her boob.

"It's important for a mother to listen to her son's wants and needs, right?" Her ambient noises of pleasure were beginning to get louder than his whispers, meaning he had to get closer to her ear. He relished in this victory by fondling her around.

She paused at his words, though. He was initially worried he'd gone too far, but it wasn't long before she responded. "...yes...it's important..." This obviously didn't come as easily to her. He needed to take a step back.

"You don't want your son to be unhappy or unsatisfied, do you? That's the responsibility of a parent."

That was true, and she agreed with a light groan. "...yes..."

"It's your responsibility to make sure he's happy."

"...yes..." It was important she knew this.

"It's your responsibility to make sure _I'm_ happy."

Another almost-moan. "...it's...my responsibility..."

He grinned. It was her job to keep him sated. "In that case, you should listen to your son's desires, shouldn't you, Mom?"

There was another pause that time, but he'd laid the necessary groundwork. "...yes...I should..." Her bouncing had gotten a little slower. She must have gone too hard, too fast. It was nice either way, though.

"Good girl." She was certainly fulfilling her responsibility now.

She groaned at his compliment, her firm tits captivated by his stern hands.

"You'll do his chores."

She nodded. "...yes..."

"You'll cook for him if he wants you to."

"...yess..." Her slurred words that time had come from his stroking of her ass. She wasn't pleased by cooking for him. Not yet at least.

"You'll clean up after him, wherever he goes."

"...yes..." Sure, these were a little selfish, and not as big of a contribution to her training as letting him grope her, but they could still serve as a nice reminder of the ideal household pecking order. Besides, no one ever got to fuck their family by being nice all the time.

He patted her ass softly, a nice contrast to the energy of her bounces. "Good girl. He can touch and admire you whenever he wants, correct?"

A soft whimper came out of her open, parted mouth before she responded. "...yesss..." The excitement returned with something she directly wanted. Her voice was ecstatic, and confident.

"Where would you let him touch you, Mom?" He was saying this to make sure that they were both on the same page. He was allowed to touch her in most places, but not all. That way he could continue to narrow that list down - if he remembered correctly, there was only one item left on it.

Instead, he was given a surprise.

"...everywhere..."

Feliciana whined under her breath as she felt her son stop massaging her, even for only a second. Had she said something wrong? Was she not making her son happy? She'd hate that. Luckily, he continued with his kind favor soon after, reassuring her that he was simply surprised.

"Um...everywhere?"

In lieu of nodding, she let her head bounce with the rest of her body to signal her approval. "...everywhereee..." Her voice caught as more pleasure came through her. She loved his touch, and he'd touched her in all the places she could think of already.

Grant still seemed unsure, though. "Even between the legs?" It was like he was suspicious that she didn't really think this.

She would never try to trick her son, never try to withhold the truth from him. He had done so much for her; he had offered her his wonderful attention. "...even there..."

"Why is that?" He took hold of her breasts tightly, rolling them around like dough.

His touch felt amazinggg. "...your legs...are touching me there, now..."

Her son's eyes looked down at her bounding body, confirming what they both felt

He laughed at her accuracy before she melted as he looked back into her gaze. "Would you let him touch you there with his hand?" His words weren't as confident as they had been, even as she reassured him so earnestly.

"...yesss..." There wasn't much of a difference between hand-contact and leg-contact in terms of intimacy. If this wasn't sexual, there was no way his touch would be. That held true always, even if he was touching...there.

His hand snaking down her thigh confirmed this. It wasn't sexual, otherwise it wouldn't have felt this good. "Do you want me to touch you there?" One hand remained on her boob.

The instability of her voice increased as he got tantalizingly close to her most sensitive areas. "...yesss..." She was tired, and her bouncing slowed a bit as a result. Something was about to happen.

Suddenly, he palmed her skirt, pressing his hand where she'd offered almost cautiously.

Her legs spread slightly, wanting to feel more and more of their connection. It felt great; her eyelashes fluttered from the affection she felt for her son in that moment.

Encouraged by her visible appreciation, Grant began rubbing her there. "How does this feel," he whispered in her ear. She'd completely stopped bouncing.

All her focus had been drawn to his hand as he teased her. The only word she could form was "...good..." She smiled softly, whimpering with appreciation.

"Is this sexual?" His question didn't seem interrogative, like his previous ones. Instead, he was merely checking in on her. He simply wanted to know she felt. She was blessed to have such a compassionate son.

"...no..." It couldn't be. She didn't bother trying to articulate why.

He chuckled at her response while pressing into her firmly. "Would you do anything sexual with me?"

She could feel his movement in the sensations of her private parts. "...no..."

Grant seemed a little disappointed at that response, and he began rubbing her faster. "Why is that?"

"...I'm...your mother..." Why else?

He nodded. It was good that they both understood that. "And this isn't sexual."

"...no..." Repeated questions were the best. She didn't have to exercise her mind during them, instead saying again what she knew to be true already. He always agreed with her response, too.

Grinning, he pressed harder against her skirt. "Would you hump against my hand?"

After she'd just been thinking about how good repeated questions were, he brought up a whole new topic. It was difficult to get her thoughts straight, but something about that request didn't sit right with her. "...no..." Annoyingly, the pleasure had slightly receded from her mind. Only slightly, though, and it was coming back as he rubbed her in silence for a moment.

"Why not?"

"...humping is...sexual..." That was the whole extent of her thought process. Puffy clouds of pleasure occupied her diligent mind.

He hummed in thought for a second. "Would you bounce on my hand?"

Well, that sounded much easier. She knew bouncing wasn't sexual, after all, and she was already doing it on his lap. Doing it on his hand wouldn't really make much of a difference. It would probably keep even more of his attention on her if one of his hands was occupied. "...yes..." She didn't fully understand the logistics of how that would work, but luckily her son moved after she announced her approval.

By pushing into her skirt, he was able to lift her up a little, hoisting her with his hands. "Lean back and bounce on my hand."

Her soft smile heightened. He had worked out the logistics for her, just like she'd hoped. He gave her so much help; it was amazing. She leaned back on his lap a little bit, raising only a tiny amount so his fingers could be her trampoline. It took a little bit to get balanced, but once she was, she continued bouncing in earnest, hopping up and down on his hand as he returned to his massage.

He grinned, chuckling to himself. "Good girl. Just like that."

Yet another pleased sigh exited her smiling lips. Her skirt had folded between her legs as she raised herself up.

While he massaged her, his eyes lidding (presumably because he was just as relaxed as her), he looked fawningly at her thighs. It felt great. "Would you let my hand beneath your skirt, Mom?"

Well, no. "...no..." Even as pleasure rocked her tone, she stayed firm in saying it. Going under clothes wasn't something a son should do to his mother.

"Why not?" He didn't seem to be on the same page.

As her thoughts coagulated into a messy bubble of sensations, she could only get one word out. "...sexual..." That was a solid one-word option, though. It was clear what she went. She wouldn't do anything sexual with her son.

He groped her breast, causing her to stifle another moan. "How would it be sexual?"

She wasn't sure how he didn't follow. "...under...my clothes..." That seemed very straightforward to her. She didn't want to doubt him, though.

"But there would still be clothing under your skirt." He pressed his hand deeper into her.

Her eyes fluttered. That was a lot harder to think of a response to. He wasn't wrong, certainly, she always wore panties, but her brain was so tired and so happy from all the pleasure he provided that she fell back on agreeing. "...yes..." Her son was right.

Another chuckle this time. "So, I would still be over clothing, then."

"...yes..." Again, in a literal sense, he wasn't wrong. She couldn't tell if he was leading up to anything.

"How would that be sexual, then?"`

All things considered, it seemed to add up. More than any logical deducing, though, Feliciana relied on her emotions at that moment. This felt amazing. It felt incredible not only to get all of her son's attention, but to have him massage all her stress away. How could something that felt this right be wrong? "...no...it wouldn't be sexual..." She whispered it out.

He nodded, pleased. "Would you let my hand beneath your skirt?"

Normally, repeated questions were easy because she knew they had the same answer every time. This time, though, she knew while she shivered with pleasure that he'd shown her the correct answer. He had remedied a problem in her thinking. He was so reliable. "...yes..."

"Go ahead and lift your skirt for me." He slowly stopped rubbing her before sliding his hand away.

She frowned at his absence, moving quickly to pull up her skirt and let it rest on her midriff. She hoped her tan underwear coming into view would mean he'd give her back his touch.

His eyes tracked her hand all the way, before returning to her panties. He stared there for a moment before returning to match her eyes. "Good girl. You're going to let me see you in your underwear."

"...yes..." It would be foolish to renege on her approval now.

"The sight of people's underwear is attractive, isn't it?"

"...yes..." She could feel herself slipping back into the rhythm of his binary questions again. It didn't feel quite as good as his hands, but it wasn't too far off.

"Showing your underwear to your son would attract his gaze."

"...yess..." She did. He was so right.

"So, you want to show your son your underwear, don't you, Mom?"

"...yesss..." Her breath felt steaming hot.

Smiling, he pressed his hand against her panties. "You want to flash your underwear to your son."

Wait... 'flash' him? That didn't sound right. She didn't want to do something like that. She was only attracting his attention. She shook her head.

With a small breath, he nodded. "You want to _show off_ your underwear to your son."