Mom’s Special Massage

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(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author. This story and the main character within are inspired by the Xev Bellringer video, “The Intimacy Retreat Part II” which was produced, directed, and released by Xev Bellringer.)

After a little more than 25 years of marriage during which she had been a devoted, dutiful housewife who stayed at home and took care of raising her two kids, Darla Adkins decided that it was time to do something else with her life. Her two children, Rose and Robert (Bobby for short) had both grown up, with Rose now being away at college and Bobby in his senior year of high school, which meant that her 18-year-old son would soon be moving out himself. He had made no secret of his intentions to enlist in the military once he graduated from high school, something that his father was thrilled about but that she wasn’t too happy with. But she wasn’t going to stop him from doing what he wanted to do with his life, just as now she was determined not to let anything stop her from doing what she wanted to do with hers.

So over the objections of her husband who thought that she should remain a stay-at-home mom even though there really wasn’t any need for her to stay at home any longer, she went out and signed up for a massage therapy class with the intention of becoming a licensed massage therapist. Her husband, a very straight-laced (some might say ‘uptight’) conservative man with little imagination or willingness to try new things was 100% against the idea, and for the first time in their entire married life Darla stood her ground. There were times when Darla wondered how they’d managed to stay married for so long, but she loved him for reasons she couldn’t quite put her finger on and after all this time there really was no going back. She really wanted to do this, so she did it anyway despite her husband’s objections.

Three months later she was grinning from ear to ear when she hung her framed massage therapist state license on the wall of her newly renovated at-home massage therapy room. This room was something else that Carl, her husband, had objected to, but once again she went ahead and did it anyway. When she finished hanging up her license she turned around and looked at the room, hands on her hips, a big smile on her face.

“I did it!” she said aloud to herself, looking at the massage table in the center of the room with the accessories stand next to it that contained her oils, towels, and other tools of her new trade. “I actually did it! Now all I need are customers,” she said, a slight frown crossing her face. “Guess it’s time to go advertise!” she said after a minute, leaving the room and heading for her husband’s study to use the computer.

She was busy posting ads on the internet when she heard the front door open and then close, followed by footsteps on the hardwood floor. She looked up at the clock and saw the time, then realized that it was her son, Bobby, coming home from baseball practice. A few moments later he appeared in the doorway, his practice uniform soiled and dirty, his dark brown hair disheveled beneath the baseball cap perched on the back of his head, and his face streaked with sweat. He smiled at his mom when he saw her, and she had the unconscious thought that even looking as worn out as he did, her son was a strapping, handsome young man.

‘He’s actually pretty hot!’ she thought to herself without realizing it.

“Hi, Mom!” he said, leaning against the doorway as she turned around to look at him.

“Hi, honey!” she replied, smiling at him. “Good practice today?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, it was, but I’m tired, dirty, and I need a shower bad,” he said, smiling back. “I’m also so sore I can hardly move!” he said, lifting his arm up and rotating it from the shoulder to work the kinks out.

“I know just the thing for that!” Darla said, her face lighting up. “How about I give you my first-ever massage after you take your shower?” she asked, a big smile on her face. “It’ll give me a chance to practice on someone I know won’t complain about me, and it’ll make you feel better too — if I do it right, that is,” she said.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right, you’re a licensed massage therapist now, aren’t you?” Bobby said, returning his mom’s smile.

“I sure am, and I’d be thrilled to have you as my first customer!” she said, beaming at him.

“Guinea pig, you mean!” he said, teasing her. “Sure, Mom, that’d be great! Just let me go shower first,” he said.

“You do that, and I’ll go get ready!” Darla replied, getting up from the chair as Bobby turned and walked towards his room at the end of the hall. She went back to her mudurnu escort massage room to make sure she had all that she needed for her first massage, and when that was done she went to her bedroom to change into her brand-new massage therapist outfit. She went over to her closet and opened the door, reaching in and taking out one of the three outfits she had bought. She held it up in front of her and looked at it for a moment, remembering the discussion she’d had with Carl when she told him she needed to buy some clothes for work.

The outfits she ended up buying weren’t the ones she was initially thinking of. She wanted to buy some white t-shirts and white pants like she’d seen the other massage therapists who had come to teach her class had been wearing, but Carl had other ideas. He had insisted on the more traditional and old-fashioned nurse’s uniform that consisted of a fairly short one-piece dress with a high collar.

“If you’re gonna be a woman in the medical career field, then you should at least look like a woman,” he said, “and not like some goddam Swiss ladyboy massage jockey!”

She had won all of the other battles about this with him, so she decided to give in just this once and buy the outfit that he insisted on. Besides, she could always change later and get the outfits that she wanted once she had proven herself, and she didn’t have to tell Carl about it at all, did she?

She smiled to herself as she laid the uniform out on the bed, then slipped out of her shoes, jeans and shirt. She left her black lacy bra and thong panties on as she reached for the uniform to put it on. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length mirror next to the closet, then stopped to turn and look at herself in the mirror. She smiled at what she saw, partially because she liked the image and partially because this was a part of her that Carl never knew existed and would most likely never know.

The one feminine and sexy thing Darla allowed herself in her straight-laced life with Carl was her lingerie. She knew that she’d be the only one who ever saw it, but she had quite the collection of lacy, sexy, barely-there lingerie hidden away in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She only wore them when Carl wasn’t around because she didn’t really feel like having to listen to his crap about her “slutty underwear” every time she got undressed. That was the main reason that she got ready for bed in the bathroom every night instead of doing it in the bedroom in front of Carl.

Darla had been somewhat of a wild child in college, but despite her well-earned ‘party girl’ reputation she had only had sex with three men in her entire life, and Carl was the third. For reasons that she wasn’t quite sure of today she had fallen in love with him, and readily said yes when he asked her to marry him. Against her parent’s wishes she dropped out of college to marry Carl, who did the same thing. They were married in the local Justice of the Peace office, and at 20 years of age they set about making a home and a life for themselves.

The first year was good even though the money was tight, but once she became pregnant and gave birth to their first child Carl’s outlook on things changed. And when he got a much-desired (and much-needed) promotion at work, his outlook changed even more. He dropped his own ‘party boy’ attitude and took on the role of responsible father, but as time had gone by he had taken this role to a new level. He was so conservative and straight-laced now that he and Darla hardly ever had sex anymore, and deep inside her soul she knew that if things didn’t change soon it would be the end of them.

She had a feeling that end would come when Bobby left home for the service. Once that happened there wouldn’t be any reason for her to stay with Carl, and that was the main reason that she decided to become a massage therapist — she was preparing herself for “Life AC,” or “After Carl.”

And she was pretty sure that “Life AC” was going to happen in less than three months. It was mid-April, and Bobby was set to leave for boot camp a mere eleven days after he graduated in June. Time was indeed short and getting shorter by the day.

Darla stood looking at her reflection in the mirror as these thoughts went through her mind, and as she brought herself back to reality she wondered once again just what Carl didn’t see in her anymore. She knew in her heart that she was pretty, even sexy, and each time she looked at herself she felt this way. She had given birth to their daughter when she was 21 and Bobby had followed a year later, but despite carrying two children she definitely didn’t have the typical ‘mom bod’ that other mothers her age had. She had been very careful about taking care of herself her whole life, especially when she was pregnant and in the years after. And now, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she could once again see how it had all muğla escort paid off.

With the exception of her breasts being slightly saggy from having nursed two children, she had the same body she’d had when she was in college. Her stomach was flat with just the tiniest bit of plump to it (a leftover from her pregnancies that she simply couldn’t get rid of) and her ass was firm, her legs long and lean as always. The only thing she wasn’t completely happy with was her breasts; she had been a D cup in college and had gone up to a double D when she was pregnant, flirting with a triple D cup during her last pregnancy, and when she lost all of the weight after giving birth to Bobby she lost a lot of volume to her bustline as well. This was typical with all women, and she was careful not to lose too much weight so as to prevent her breasts from sagging down to her knees by the time she was 40. But now she was indeed a 40-year-old mother of two, and all things considered she thought she looked pretty damned good. Her body looked good and her breasts sagged just a little bit, but she could live with it.

She ran her hands over her body as she looked at her reflection, letting her fingers run over her nipples through her lacy bra as she did. She’d always had big nipples that were very prominent, and her pregnancies had made them both bigger and more sensitive. She shuddered a bit when her fingers ran over them on the outside of her bra, then sighed as she ran her hands down her stomach to her mound that was covered by the thong she was wearing. She kept just the tiniest bit of a ‘landing strip’ down there, more like a little flame of pubic hair than anything else, another thing about her that Carl was oblivious to. She kept the rest of her pussy shaved smooth, simply because she wanted to. (It also made masturbating with her dildo easier as well, something else that Carl knew nothing about.)

As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she wondered again just what had happened to cause Carl to lose interest in having sex with her, and it dismayed her to realize that she would probably never know. All she knew right now was that she was craving the attention of a man so badly that sometimes it ached deep inside her to a place that she could only reach with her longest of sex toys. She had a secret collection of dildos and vibrators that rivaled her lingerie collection, and was kept in the same place. Her favorite was a long, thick, ultra-realistic dildo the company that made it called “Dirk,” and at 8 1/2 inches long and 6 inches around it was more than enough to get the job done. It had taken her the better part of 6 months to save up the money to buy it without Carl finding out about it, and she had it delivered to her best friend’s house so she could keep it a secret.

She admired herself in the mirror for a few moments more, turning so she could look over her shoulder at her butt, then turned back to the bed and picked up the uniform to put it on. Five minutes later she was dressed and ready to give her first massage to her son, stopping by the closed bathroom door on her way to the massage room.

“Bobby?” she said, knocking on the door.

“Yeah, Mom?” he replied from inside.

“When you’re finished don’t get dressed, just wrap the towel around your waist and come into the massage room, okay?” she said. “I have dry towels there that you can use to cover up your…well, you know, right?” she said, hesitating when she couldn’t find the right words to say.

“I know, Mom,” Bobby replied. “I’ll be there in a minute!”

“Okay, see you there!” she said, then continued on to the massage room. She was wearing a pair of flat shoes on her feet instead of the white nurse’s shoes the clerk at the store had tried to sell her, so she made little noise as she walked down the hall towards her massage room. She went inside and made one last check of the items she would need, trying not to be too nervous about giving her first massage. The fact that she was about to see her own son naked except for a towel covering his vital parts was also making her nervous, and she wasn’t sure how she would react — but she was determined to continue. After all, who better to break the ice with than her son? He would be the most forgiving subject she would ever have, so it only made sense for him to be her ‘first,’ so to speak.

‘But is that the only reason?’ she thought to herself as she fiddled with the bottles of oil on the stand. Bobby was a man, after all, and a quite good-looking young man at that, and even though he was her own son, he was still a man…

‘Now stop that!’ she thought to herself, composing herself just as Bobby walked in the door.

“Okay, Mom, I’m here,” he said, and Darla’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him.

He was standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around him, and Darla could tell that all those afternoons in the gym muratpaşa escort working out with the baseball team had paid off. He was just muscular enough to have some good definition, especially in his pectorals, and his stomach was flat and firm.

‘Oh, my!’ she thought to herself, stifling the urge to put her hand to her mouth in pleasant surprise. She cleared her throat as she recovered, finally finding her voice to speak.

“Okay, then, well, just come over here and, uh, lie down on the table on your stomach, please,” she said, motioning to the table. “I’ll, uh, turn around while you..uh, while you get situated, okay?” she said, stumbling over her words. “Use this towel to cover your, uh, butt, and put the wet one in the hamper. I’ll wash it later when I wash the one I’m getting ready to use now,” she said, picking up a smaller towel and handing it to him.

“Okay, Mom,” Bobby replied, smiling at her nervousness as he took the towel from her. She turned around just like she said she would, and Bobby took the wet towel from around his waist and dropped it in the hamper next to the door. Then he climbed up on the table on his stomach and lay down, folding the smaller towel into a strip about a foot wide and laying it across his butt to hang off of the sides of the table. Then he lay down all the way, putting his face into the hole in the table for just that purpose.

“Okay, Mom, I’m ready,” he said.

“Okay, here we go, then!” Darla said, turning around. The sight of her naked son lying on his face on the table in front of her, everything visible except for his butt that was covered by the towel, sent shivers up Darla’s spine and made her tingle in all the right places.

‘Oh, my!’ she thought again, standing there for a moment and just taking in the sight in front of her.

“You okay, Mom?” Bobby asked, breaking her out of her trance.

“Yes, honey, I’m fine!” she said, regaining her composure. “Now, let’s get busy loosening up those stiff muscles, shall we?” she said, walking over to the table and picking up the masseuse’s belt with the oil bottle pocket on the side. There was a pump bottle of oil already in it, and once she had the belt fastened around her waist she pumped some oil into her hand, then rubbed her hands together before putting them on her son. She stopped with her hands a few inches above his skin and spoke before she actually touched him.

“I’m going to start with your back, okay, Bobby?” she asked.

“Sure, Mom, that’s fine,” he replied. She let her hands touch his skin, then, and began massaging his back just as she had been taught in class. The first few minutes were a little shaky until she got her technique down, but once she found the groove she started to enjoy the feeling of his skin and muscles under her fingers. She concentrated so hard on what she was doing that she forgot who it was she was actually touching, and started enjoying the entire experience. It took her the better part of 15 minutes to work all of his neck, shoulders, and back, and when she got to his lower back right above the towel it hit her who’s butt under the towel it was that she was looking at — and admiring.

“Oh!” she said softly, her eyes wide as she caught herself just about to reach under the towel to massage his buttocks.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Bobby asked, hearing her gasp.

“Nothing, dear, nothing at all,” she said, “I just bumped my knee against the edge of the table, that’s all!” she lied. “I’m finished with your back and will work on your legs now, okay, honey?” she said, pumping more oil into her hand.

“Okay, Mom,” Bobby replied. ‘For a minute there I thought she was gonna start massaging my butt!’ he thought to himself, smiling.

Darla moved down and started massaging his legs, beginning at his calves and working her way up. When she got to the top of the calf of his right leg she changed her position a little, and when she bent over to put both hands on the back of his thighs to massage the thick muscles there she looked up and saw something beneath the towel and between his thighs that made her breath catch in her throat, her mouth fall open and her eyes go wide.

Nestled between his slightly outstretched thighs was her son’s cock and balls, the head pointed down towards his feet with his two big, heavy balls laying over the soft shaft and falling off to the sides. He was smooth shaven, something that she never even though about, and the sight of his manhood right there in front of her stopped her in her tracks.

His big manhood. His very big manhood. The biggest cock she’d ever seen, to be honest. If the size of the head and the amount of the shaft she could see coupled with the size of his balls was any indicator, her son was packing at least eight inches of man meat, maybe more.

‘Oh my God, he’s huge!’ she thought to herself, ‘much bigger than his father!’

She managed to tear her eyes away from his cock and balls to concentrate on what she was doing, but as she proceeded to work the muscles of his thighs she couldn’t help but look over at what was lying on the table between his thighs. She was totally mesmerized by the sight of it, and the more she looked at it the more she wanted to see what it looked like when it was fully hard.

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