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A Massage from Mother
by Winterbirch (address withheld)
***
Ten year old Joey fills in when his mom's massage partner fails to
show up. (Fb, ped, 1st, inc, oral)
***
"Oh, that's too bad," I heard my mother say, "Maybe next week?" I
could tell she was disappointed. My mother's weekly massage was an
important time in her week, and I hated to see her disappointed.
"I can give you a massage!" I said, as she set the phone down. "I
know I'm small, but I can do it."
My mother looked at me with a shy smile. She was so beautiful,
with auburn hair and bright blue eyes, and breasts that filled out
the tight blouse that was tucked into her mini skirt. Even at the
age of ten I knew a handsome woman when I saw one.
"Well, I don't know, Joey…" She said as she turned to face me.
"I can do it Mom, I'm strong – see?..."
I could tell she was hesitant, but then her face brightened and
she said, "OK, Joey, let's try it. I'll get changed and I'll meet
you in the massage room in five minutes."
Mom was lying down with a towel covering her when I opened the
door to the massage room. I climbed up on the table and began to
rub her shoulders.
"Is it OK if I sit on your bottom? I asked as I kneaded the knots
in her shoulders. "Yes," she answered, and I settled my bottom
down on her firm buttocks.
I worked on her shoulders and back and continued down her back
toward her bottom, which was covered by the towel. I moved to
massage her legs, hoping to see a little of her pussy, but she
held her legs tightly together, and when I finished with her feet,
she said thank you and asked me to leave the room so that she
could dress. I felt a tingle of excitement as I left the room, but
at ten I didn't know why; I only knew I hoped she would want a
massage next week.
Monday came again, and I went to Mom and asked her if I could give
her a massage again. She smiled and said, OK. Again I was to meet
her in the massage room.
When I entered she was covered with a towel, as before. I squeezed
her shoulders and worked my way down her back to her buttocks.
This time, as I worked on her legs, my hands gradually moving up
her legs toward the dark crease under the towel, she spread her
legs a little, and I saw some curly hairs peeking out. Suddenly
she said that the massage was over and asked me to leave so that
she could dress.
The next week it was Mom that came to me asking if I was available
to give her a massage. I entered the room as before and went
through my usual progression of massaging her shoulders and back
and buttock. This time, however as I worked my way up her legs, I
saw that she had spread her legs a bit. Light colored hairs peaked
out from under the edge of the towel where the cracks of her butt
cheeks came together. I moved my hands to massage the upper thigh
of her left leg, moving closer to the dark triangle. Her legs
opened a little more to give me room and I plainly saw the
butterfly shaped lips of her pussy, like little ears surrounding a
darker opening.
Pretending to carefully massage her upper thigh, I firmly pressed
the back of my fingers into the wet softness between her legs. I
heard her let out a quick gasp. Emboldened, I began to explore,
tracing the line of her lips down to a small nub at the top of her
pussy. She spread her legs a little more and began to move
slightly as I pinched it gently between my thumb and first finger.
Not knowing exactly what to do, I slid my fingers up and into the
now quite sticky opening to her pussy. I let one finger enter;
then two, then three. It seemed the more fingers I had in her the
more firmly she pushed again my little hand. Suddenly, I felt her
convulse a little around my fingers as she let out a soft moan.
She said a soft word of affection, wrapped her towel loosely
around her and weakly left the table. I didn't know why, but as I
went to leave I had to adjust my penis in my shorts as it poked
stiffly against the fabric of my underwear.
It was two weeks before my mother asked me if I could give her a
massage again. But this time she said she was going to give me a
massage first. She said I had earned it.
When I came into the massage room she was dressed in a short robe,
and she asked me to strip down to my boxer shorts and lie on my
stomach. I turned away from her, pulling off my T-shirt and shyly
easing off my shorts. I felt exposed in just my boxers, but Mom
didn't say anything and I lay face down on the soft towel covered
table.
Standing at my head Mom began by scratching my head and massaging
my scalp and neck. Her hands felt large and cool as she reached
forward to caressed my back and shoulders. Moving to the left
side of the table she eased her way down to my bottom, cupping my
cheeks and kneading them in a circular motion. She moved down my
left leg, squeezing my thigh muscles and my calf. As her hand came
up my leg I felt her reach inside my boxers and lightly touch my
little ball sack with tip of her finger nails. I felt a jolt go
through me and instinctively lifted my butt a little to give her
more room. She then removed her hand and slid both her hands up
the back of my legs under my shorts. I melted as she touch the
skin of my little butt cheeks with her bare hands.
"Let's take these off," she said as she tugged at the pant legs of
my boxers, "After all, I'm your mother and I've seen you naked
many times."
I didn't say a word, and obediently lifted my butt as she pulled
my boxers down past my ankles and threw them onto the chair.
"That's better; you have such a cute little butt," she said as she
lightly slapped my bottom and then resumed her caressing. I felt
my face warm at her compliment.
Having finished a deeper touch massage she began to lightly skim
over my skin, barely touching me with both her finger tips and her
nails. I felt her go up my back and down my sides. She tickled my
bottom and skimmed down the outside of my legs. She came up my
left leg with the backs of her nails and as her fingers slowly
inched up between my legs I instinctively let my legs open a
little and began to raise my hips.
I felt her blowing on my ass hole, as she began to tickle the line
that ran from my anus across my scrotum to my little penis. She
tickled my ball sack and ran her finger lightly up and down my
little shaft. It felt like a feather, and I raised my hips higher
to give her better access. She reached under my hips with her
other hand and gently pinched the purple tip of my penis, which by
now was fully firm. I raised my hips higher, and felt her grasp my
rigged cock and gently pull it between my legs as she began to
milk it between her thumb and first finger. I was now up on all
fours and was in ecstasy. I felt a pleasant tingle as I looked
between my legs and saw her fingers slide up and down my little
shaft until I shook with an aching pulsing as I squirted out a
milky fluid which my mother caught in the palm of her other her
hand.
"Let me go get you a warm towel," she said softly as she opened
the message room door and exit the room. I lay in the stillness,
still not sure exactly what happened, but certain that what ever
it was I wanted more of it.
In a few minutes mom returned, a wet wash cloth in her hand.
"Turn over Joey, and let me clean you up a bit."
I slowly turned over, aware that my penis had shriveled back to
its little nub, and a little embarrassed to have my mother not
only looking at me, but washing me.
She gently took me in her hand, squeezing the droplets from the
tip of my penis, while slowly washing me with the warm cloth. She
cooed words that made me feel at ease, calling me her little man,
and telling me what a beautiful body I had.
"Do you want me to give you a front rub?" She asked quietly. As I
nodded she moved to my head and slid her hands down my chest. She
neaded and messaged my shoulders and my neck, my chest and then
began stretching her arms down past my hips and onto my thighs. As
she stretched she leaned against my face. Her soft terry towel
smelled fresh as I heard her whisper, "It's OK, you can look
inside."
I reached up and pulled aside her robe, exposing her full breast
with its large areole, light brown against her milky skin. I
reached in and stroked her nipple, which seemed to jump at the
touch of my small hand.
"Kiss it, Joey," I heard her coo, "suck on it, like when you were
my baby."
I pulled her breast toward me with both hands and nestled it
tightly against my mouth as my lips separated and drew the half
inch long nipple into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue.
"Oooh, that's good!" She said, brushing my little cock lightly
with her finger tips. My penis jumped and I could tell I was
beginning to become erect again.
I massaged her soft breast as I nibbled and sucked noisily on her
nipple. Her breast sagged a little as I pulled on it. I moved to
her companion breast. Then I pulled both breasts together, sucking
on both her nipples at the same time. She squealed with delight,
continuing to tickle and manipulate my hard little member.
"Oh Joey," she panted, "you are soo good at that! Let me give you
something else to suck on." She disappeared from view for a moment
and then she climbed up on the massage table minus her robe. My
mother was naked above me and my eyes roamed hungrily over her
breasts and down her smooth stomach to the light colored thatch
that grew between her legs. She parted her knees and place her
pussy directly in front of me as her hands gathered in me privates
. I stared at her pussy as she encouraged me to explore. I reached
up to touch the moist area between her legs. She gave a start as I
separated the large folds, uncovering a small hard point of flesh.
"Yes," I heard her say, her voice breathy and excited. I pushed on
the hard button and felt her jump.
"Take it in your mouth," she whispered, lowering her crotch into
my face.
I separated her pussy lips with my fingers and reached out with my
tongue, tasting the salty goodness of my mother's vagina. I
slipped one of the folds into my mouth and sucked it in. I found
that hard point again with my tongue and licked it again and again
while my mother squirmed. I found the hole between the lips first
with my fingers and then with my tongue. I inserted one, then two,
then three fingers into her; all the while continuing to swirl and
press into the hard point of flesh at the front of her pussy. I
felt her arch against my hand as she came with short pulsing
bursts.
"Oh, Joey!" she said, "Don't stop, oh yes, yes!" The pulsing
stopped and I felt her settle her weight on me, groaning a little
as again I felt her gather my balls and my erect little penis into
her hands.
"I guess it's my turn again," I heard her say weakly, and then I
felt her mouth on the tip of my hard ten year old penis. She stood
it straight up with her hands, wrapped her lips around the tip and
then began going up and down my shaft. I could feel her moist
mouth sucking on my cock while her fingers tickled my balls and
caressed the outline of my ass hole. In a matter of minutes, maybe
seconds I again felt that urge welling up in me and I was soon
pulsing in ecstasy, while my mother milked my cock with her mouth.
"That was amazing, Mom," I said as she slid around to face me. Her
eyes twinkled as she smoothed my chest with her hand, and rested
her breast against my arm.
"You are quite a little guy," she said. "But you know that this is
our little secret. Others wouldn't quite understand." she said as
she played with my nipples and brought her knee up over my now
wilted penis.
"I know, Mom," I said, "I love you, and I wouldn't do anything to
hurt you."
"You're such a treasure," she said and pinched my cheek. "Now,
time to get dressed." With that she slid off the table, grabbed
her robe and left the room.
I lay there in a haze for a few minutes and then drifted off into
sleep.