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Chapter 2.2

Morning Glory

Marco sat, confused. It didn't really cross his thoughts that she might have 'something else' in mind, even though she was genuinely leaning that way.

"Um, I could help with the dishe..." Marco tried.

"...They're done, sweetie." Angie said, just as she tapped the faucet shut.

"I could help put away..."

"...The food things?" Angie asked, and looked over to the impeccably clean counter.

'...How long was I sitting here thinking about this?' Marco asked himself, since he didn't seem to notice Mrs. Diaz tidy up like a whirlwind.

"Don't try to match me in my own domain, Marco. You're not ready for it." Angie said, giggling quietly, with a hand over her piano like smile.

"Hmmm..." Marco turned aside then, intensifying his thoughts, as he placed his chin within his palm. He tapped at his lips with a forefinger and looked upward, dancing his eyes about the ceiling as if he was chasing a fly. Mrs. Diaz only watched on and continued to giggle, amused. "Oh!" he then projected with a wide-eyed epiphany, "How about...you go on over to the couch and relax...since you've really been working sooooo hard all morning to make us a maaaarvelous breakfast..." he began, sounding like a haughty, hotel manager, "...while I get that coconut oil you love so much so I can give your tiiiired, achy muscles a rubdown?"

"Oooh," Angie answered with her own enthusiastic eyes, "now you're talking!"

With that, Marco leapt up from his chair and ran over to his mom, taking her by the shoulders as they both quickly, joyfully tread on over to the couch. Mrs. Diaz was left sitting and smiling brightly, as Marco jogged on upstairs to retrieve the aforementioned coconut oil.

Tom was hands free, currently. He kept his controller close, but, his hands were only armed with a small tub of spicy, blooddered popcorn, which he munched and crunched, as he observed with anticipation. "Arright, Marco," he whispered to himself, as Marco jogged back downstairs with the large, pump bottle of coconut oil, "lessee if you've got the balls to go in on this one..."

Mrs. Diaz rested upon the couch as Marco massaged her neck from behind. His freshly lubed hands worked their magic as his skillful digits turned into pleasure seeking missiles. He pressed and eased up tense knots and revived sinking, weary fibers of muscle, as his soft, smooth hands gripped and slid all over Angie's flawless, lovely neck. "Mmm, that's wonnnnderfull, Marco." she purred, as she cocked her head left and right, giving him broader access to the flanks of her neck and the tiny muscles that troubled her. Slowly, he moved downward, gently slipping her morning robe down to lightly hug at her upper arms as her beautiful shoulders were laid open and bare. "Ahhh...that's niice..." Mrs. Diaz sighed as Marco's hands were quickly making her smoothly sculpted shoulders shimmer with sweetly scented oil, slipping and sliding, pressing deep into her body and making her groan with pleasure. He lingered a few minutes there, making her moan and hum as her troubles were eased away.

After a while, Marco decided to shift his target elsewhere. "Arright, mom!" he cheerfully said as he clapped his hands, slightly jolting her out of her trance. "Tiiime to lay down and around. Gotta hit these back muscles."

"Sure thing, my manly, little masseur." she joked, and soon shuffled around to lay on her belly, as she rested her head upon her folded arms.

"Noooo! The front, Marco, the...ough. Opportunity wasted..." Tom yelled at...nothing. More accurately, he was yelling at Marco through his VR helmet, as if this was a spectator sport, but, he kept himself muted.

Tom wasn't exactly in a fully interactive mode, this time around. He wanted to simply watch Marco like a reality show, hoping that last night would have left an impression upon him, but, so far, it hasn't been much more than softcore porn, and that was putting it generously.

"Hmmmmm..." Tom said, finally picking up his controller. "Let's see if we can't kick it up a notch..."

Tom moved his stick around, awakening the cursor from being hidden, and dragged it over to the right border of the screen. The area along the right side glowed for a few seconds, indicating its time sensitive sensor, and then a toolbar popped out from the side. Tom scrolled through and picked the 'lyre' tool.

In the real world, a golden lyre with five strings - one of which was glowing a slight, fiery red - appeared in Tom's lap.

"Okay, Marco." Tom said as he sat backward into his lounging throne. "Time for some...motivation..."

He gently began plucking the string that was glowing with gentle lust, along with the one in the middle. The effects were subtle but instantaneous.

Marco had just gotten finished with Angie's arms, from her tender fingers to her meaty biceps, and was making his way over to the smooth, sensual landscape of her back. He splashed on a few more spurts of sweetly scented coconut oil and then began laying his fingers into her tender skin.

"Mmmm, Marco. Your hands feel wonnnderful." Angie moaned, as she felt Marco's soft yet manly hands stroke deeply into her muscles, letting his fingertips glide from her neck and shoulders and down to her shoulder blades.

"I'm glad you like them." he said warmly, as he worked out the muscles at the base of her nape.

He was currently sitting beside her, using the coffee table as a seat, but, Mrs. Diaz felt she needed to be...closer, to her boy.

"Why don't you just get on top of me, Marco?" she suggested, "You can probably push deeper from there."

Marco took a moment to think about what she was suggesting, since her choice of wording was a little...vague. "Ohhh, okay." Marco finally agreed, when he thought he understood what she said. He was soon found straddling himself over her thighs, just behind her rather shapely butt, and leaning over her so he could use his weight to massage deep into her muscles. "Good idea, mom." he commented as he got on with his work.

"Ohhhhh, that's it, Marco." Mrs. Diaz spoke in a long, drawn out grunt, enjoying the boy's actions as he worked the kinks out of her upper back. She wondered for a moment, as his skillful hands did their thing, where he learned to massage like that. Then...she began wondering what else he could massage with those very hands. As her thoughts began getting hot and kinky, as did her body and its actions, she began thinking if she could possibly get him to do a 'full body' massage. It seemed she had the time, and, the opportunities would soon come knocking.

Marco soon began running his hands down the sides of her body, gently pressing and kneading into her oblique muscles, when his fingertips stroked across something soft and lovely. He didn't quite notice, through his diligent motions, that Angie's rather bountiful breasts had overflowed the sides of her chest, since they were being pressed against the cushions of the couch, and he was now teasing her sweet sideboobs with the ends of his loving digits.

"Mmmm...that's nice, darling." Angie moaned, knowing full well what he was doing, yet, she assumed he didn't know that he was doing it. Moreover...she didn't want him to know...or stop, for that matter. His teasing fingers made her loving breasts swell and heave, even larger than they were while at rest, and, she wanted it so much more that she even stuffed her hands down under her body to push them apart and out more, acting like she was shifting around to get more comfortable. This even made the nipples peek out to the sides as well. Surprisingly, he didn't shy away, even when his fingers contacted her sweet, stiffening nipples. In fact, he started taking great pleasure in pleasing them. "Oooooooh. That's the spot, Marco." she nearly sang. She was beginning to feel extra, extra sexy.

Marco, on the other hand, was starting to feel a little hazy too. His eyes dimmed slightly and his mind was getting lost in the warm, tender, sensual feel of his mom's skin and didn't want to leave. His fingers stroked and teased over the sides of Angie's large melons and even flicked over the deliciously feeling stiffness of her little, fleshy tots. These were curious things that his hands couldn't get enough of, even so to the point when he began to reach underneath and...

"KKKKKKKKKKHHHHHHHHTohh..." he was about to curse Tom's name out loud, but, he stopped himself, just in time. He gradually retreated from his previous notions as he was embarrassed at what he was doing to his mom's body, and, he was just as embarrassed at what he was thinking. He was also thankful that he didn't break secrecy on his...situation, recalling that he had to keep silent, under penalty of a curse.

"Mmmnnhh, is something wrong, sweetie?" Angie turned a bit and asked, even revealing a bit more of her lovely breast's profile. It was indeed gorgeous, and Marco was suffering for it, especially since she displayed it so casually. "You were doing really great..."

"Ohh, hah, no. I, uh, just...got distracted...is all. Maybe it was a nervous twitch, or something." Marco stammered, doing his best to keep his eyes off his mom's body. "G...go on, mom. Lemme continue."

Mrs. Diaz smiled, thinking he meant 'continue', as in...go farther. "Sure thing, sweetie." she said, and got back into position, resting on her arms and belly, and making sure there was a nice, teasing amount of tit spilling over her sides.

But he didn't go for it, this time. He kept most of his attention at knuckling into her back and simply looked away, avoiding the view altogether. Even Angie noticed, out the corner of her eye, and even more so when she discretely turned to see what he was doing. Marco's actions were a little sloppy, as he seemed to be concentrating, to what Mrs. Diaz gathered, on not thinking. At first, Angie interpreted this as disgust, but, she soon understood that Marco was keeping his thoughts away from thinking...about her.

It was as if she smelled blood in the water and wanted to just close in for the kill. '...Alrighty, my pretty, handsome dude...' Angie thought to herself, taking up the challenge. '...We can play it, that way.'

Things were going soft and silent for a minute or so, until Angie decided to prod at her dear, little boy. "...Lower, Marco." she commanded softly, her voice full of a sensual sort of moan.

"Huh?" Marco asked, refocusing his attention down to Angie, and consequently seeing her breasts slightly butterfly out beside her body, as well as the sweet, gloriously oiled landscape of her back. She looked good, and, it nearly froze him in place.

"Go lower, sweetie. Mommy wants you to go lower." she said, suppressing a laugh. She knew she both caught him off guard and forced him to think naughty thoughts, as he feasted upon her with his eyes.

"Oh-ohhhh. Coming right up, mom." Marco replied, his words so clumsy and his mind so far off balance that he was sure it was toppling over. So, in order to go lower, he had to pull her robe lower. Therefore, he also had to look at what he was doing.

Taking hold of Angie's robe at the outsides of its shoulders, Marco began slowly undressing her body, dragging the large cloth slowly southward. Angie helped him out by shimmying her arms out of her sleeves, and, at several instances, Marco was able to see her large, womanly orbs shake left and right, before she laid herself down again. He couldn't explain why, but, his mouth began to water at the thought of sucking all over them and tasting what her motherly domes had to offer. He shook the thought from his head and returned to the task at hand, trying desperately to keep his mind off doing naughty, naughty things to her. He tried but failed constantly, as he peeled the robe away from her body, down to the very top of her luscious, womanly buttocks, and stopped himself, as he was tempted to pull it all the way down. He was a wreck now, nervously squirting more oil into his hands and losing his mind, as he applied the fresh layer to Angie's body...making her glossier...and slipperier...loving the feel of her warm, soft, large body - a real, woman's body - and slowly going mad with a lustful hunger.

Angie, on the other hand, was loving this. Every second of it. Marco's hands were getting more and more expressive, worshiping every curve and contour on her lower back and delicately teasing the tops of her gorgeous rump, and, with every motion that followed, she knew his guard was slowly crumbling, as he went lower and lower to massage the whole of her ass. "Lower, Marcohh!" she encouraged impatiently, "And make sure you massage it good and deep."

For a second, Marco was certain of what she was talking about. For a second, he had an inkling of the words 'no' and 'don't' in his head. For a second, he paused, holding himself back...and then that second was gone. His hands had minds of their own then, dipping deep into her robe and grabbing and massaging like a madman. His hungry little hands swam across the surface of her skin and squeezed deep into the luscious heft of her large, wonderful ass.

"Oooooh, Marco," Angie purred like the sweet, womanly lioness that she was, "THAT'S the spot." She felt him ravenously, viciously grab and massage each little finger into the well sculpted hills of her buttocks and mercilessly massage deep into her excited muscles. Each stroke stirred up more and more hot, horny, lustful desires within her like a boiling cauldron - indeed, in him as well - and they both began starving for tastier, possible things on the menu.

Angie was about to suggest moving on, but, Marco cut her off. "I think it's time we flipped you over, mom. This side is all done."