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Story title : Massaging Mike's Mom
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Massaging Mike's Mom (F/M-teen, exh, mast, size)
by ddwriter (ddwriter45@yahoo.com)
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Ben's ability to control himself is put to the test by
his friend Mike's foxy Mom.
***
Mike Johnson and I have been friends since before high
school, and grew up just a few blocks from each other.
We're both now 19 and in college. This summer we are back
in our hometown and see each other every few days. He is
working part time for a retail store, and I'm studying
therapeutic massage three days each week.
Yesterday we planned for me to come over to his parents'
house after lunch and hang out at their pool, which is
very private and secluded with a high fence and trees
around it. When I arrived, I came around to the side of
the house to the private entrance to their backyard. As
I've always done when visiting their home, I tapped on
the gate and walked on back around the hedge to the pool
area. There was Mike's mom, Judy.
Judy is a knockout. She is 38 years old, and looks 25.
She is petite, only about five feet tall, trim and lean,
and with the greatest set of breasts I've ever seen - not
that I'd ever actually seen them bare, but they are often
on display in the tiny bikinis that she usually wears
around their pool. Yesterday was no exception. Judy was
lying on a padded area on the ground reading when I
appeared and greeted her.
"Hi, Ben. Mike said you'd be coming over. He asked me to
apologize for him. His manager called a few minutes ago
and asked him to come in to work because another worker
called in sick," Judy explained.
"Oh, all right, Mrs. Johnson," I replied. "I'll come back
another day."
"Would you like a coke or a beer, while you're here?" she
asked. "You might as well relax and enjoy the pool
awhile."
"A beer would be great," I said. "Thanks." I was glad to
have an excuse to hang out with her.
"Have a seat. I'll get a cold one for you," Judy gestured
to the comfortable pad strewn with pillows as she went
into the house.
I said down against some pillows beside a short table. In
a few minutes Judy returned with a beer for me and one
for herself. As she leaned over to put the beer on my
table, her breasts hung deliciously in front of me, only
slightly supported by the tiny bikini top.
I tried to avert my eyes, but no doubt my interest in the
view was obvious to her, as her knowing smile and
twinkling eye suggested. She took her time arranging the
coaster and slowly pouring my beer into a glass, seeming
in no hurry to stand up, all the while allowing me to
gaze furtively at those beautiful mounds.
We sat and chatted for several minutes. Mike's dad works
8 to 5 in an office and Judy does freelance writing from
home. She explained that she was taking a break to enjoy
the perfect weather this afternoon.
Conversation turned to my therapeutic massage program, in
which Judy seemed quite interested.
"Do you get lots of hands on practice?" she inquired.
"Some, but never enough," I replied, interpreting her
question as an intriguing opening. "I never get tired of
giving massages, and always learn from the different ways
that different people respond."
"Well, we might have a match here," she grinned. "I love
massage too, but rarely have the opportunity. Care to
practice on me?"
I could hardly contain my glee at the prospect of being
able to finally get my hands on this beautiful woman, who
had starred in many of my masturbation fantasies for
years.
I invited Judy to lie down on her stomach as I retrieved
a bottle of massage oil from my backpack. I squeezed some
of the oil onto my hands and started massaging her feet,
gradually progressing up her legs. Her bikini bottom was
a thong, and as I approached her buttocks, she sensed my
hesitation. "Anything that's not covered is fair game,"
she volunteered. "Go ahead and massage my butt if that
body part is included in your method. I'm not shy."
So, I proceeded to knead her gluteus maximus muscles for
several minutes, trying to maintain a professional
manner. After all, this was the mother of my friend, so I
didn't want her to think I was turned on.
After a few minutes, it was time to continue my
progression up her spine to the lumbar and thoracic
areas. She reached behind her back and unhooked her
bikini top, saying "Here, let me get this strap out of
the way for you." I proceeded to work my way up her back
and down each arm. The bulges of the sides of her ample
breasts were tantalizing, but I resisted the urge to
touch them.
"Now it's time for the front," I said. She promptly
rolled over on her back, holding her bikini top to her
breasts but not re-hooking it. She just positioned the
small fragments of cloth to cover her nipples and put her
arms out to her sides, ready for me to massage the front
of her body.
"Some clients like to have a cloth over their faces
during this part," I explained in a professional voice.
"It gives them a feeling of privacy. What's your
preference?"
"Nice idea," Judy responded, turning to her side and
reaching for a small towel, which she folded and placed
over her eyes. That movement caused her bikini top to
slip to the side as her soft, flowing breasts shifted,
exposing one nipple.
I tried my best to not let my massage technique be
affected by the delicious sight before me. Her smooth
round perfect nipples are dark brown and about the size
of a half dollar. I again returned to her feet, working
my way up her thighs and to her tight stomach. The side-
to-side motion of my hands on her abdomen caused her tiny
bikini top to slip even further, now exposing both
nipples.
Perhaps feeling the cloth changing position on her
breasts, Judy lifted the cloth from her eyes and noticed
that her breasts were now entirely revealed. "Oh, my,"
she exclaimed in mock surprise. "What have we here? Oh,
well, I guess there's nothing left to hide. Do you mind
if I just get this out of the way? Or, would you prefer
that I put it back on?"
"Whichever way you are more comfortable, Mrs. Johnson," I
replied. "If you would like for me to include your
breasts in the massage, they should be bare, of course."
"Do you usually massage breasts when you work with
females?" she inquired.
"Many women are shy, and prefer not to have their breasts
massaged," I answered. "But others find it pleasant and
relaxing."
"Well, like I said, I'm not shy," Judy reminded me,
tossing her bikini top aside and replacing the towel over
her eyes.
So, I proceeded to massage her torso and breasts,
attempting to maintain a strictly professional manner as
my hands worked that amazing soft flesh. I kept reminding
myself that this was therapeutic massage, not a sexual
interaction. But my throbbing erection told me otherwise.
When I finished, I sat back as Judy slowly began to move
from her deeply relaxed state. "Wow, that was great!,"
she said softly. "Thanks a million."
Without bothering to replace her bikini top, Judy sat up,
cross-legged, and took a couple of deep breaths to
reawaken her body. After a few moments, she asked, "Would
you rather I put my top back on? I don't want to make you
uncomfortable. It just seems that since you've already
seen everything, there's no point in being bashful."
"I'm not uncomfortable, Mrs. Johnson," I replied.
"Besides, you have beautiful breasts."
"I guess I am pretty lucky in the chest department. I
like it that you appreciate the boobs of an older woman,"
she chuckled, fishing for a compliment. She leaned back,
arms outstretched behind her for support, and looked down
at her chest.
"Oh, I do!" I glanced at her breasts but tried not to
stare.
"Ben, I appreciate that you are trying to be discreet,
but you can look at them all you want. You won't
embarrass me. In fact, I like the attention." She clasped
her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest with a
little wiggle, making her soft breasts to sway from side
to side. "Feast your eyes," she said with a smile.
I accepted her invitation to gaze at her breasts without
looking away.
"Do you like the jiggle effect?" she asked, twisting her
body quickly side to side, causing her gorgeous tits to
flow across her chest. "Men seem to like that."
"Oh, yes!" I said, following them with my eyes. My erect
cock was pushing hard against the end of a cul de sac in
my shorts, so I discreetly pushed it to the side with my
hand to relieve the pressure.
Judy noticed my movement and smiled. "Looks like I may be
causing a problem there," glancing at my crotch. "Maybe
we should change the subject. How about if I give you a
massage now? I'm not a pro like you, but I was paying
attention to your technique and could give it a try."
The prospect of this beautiful, nearly naked woman
caressing my body was more than I could have hoped for.
However, I had a problem...
My penis is nearly eleven inches long when erect, and at
this moment it was throbbing. To hide my frequent
erections, I often wear bulky knee-length shorts and an
over-sized tee-shirt so there's plenty of cloth to cover
the evidence. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to
conceal my erection from Judy if she massaged me.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," I answered.
"But I would really like to. Lie down here and let's get
started," she directed.
Feeling unable to resist, I stretched out, stomach down
on the pad. "You don't expect me to be able to give you a
proper massage with all those clothes on, do you?" Judy
queried.
I slipped my shirt over my head, hoping she would be
satisfied with that. No such luck. "How am I supposed to
massage your thighs and buttocks with those pants on? Off
with those too," she insisted playfully.
"But I'm not wearing underwear," I protested. With a wave
of her hand she dismissed my objection. I was out of
excuses.
I managed to get my shorts off without displaying my
eleven-inch throbber, and quickly laid down on it, safely
hidden.
Judy started as I had, with my feet and worked her way
slowly all the way up to my neck, shoulders, and arms.
"Ok, time for the front," she declared, foreclosing all
options.
"But, I'm not wearing anything," I objected weakly.
"Ben, remember, I'm a mother and an adult woman. I've
seen penises before. Don't worry about it."
"But I've got a har... I mean, an erec..." I mumbled
incoherently.
"You're a healthy young man. I would expect you would
have an erection in this situation. I've seen those too.
You were very professional as you massaged me; I'll be
equally professional with you."
So, I rolled over on my back, exposing my huge cock to
Judy's gaze, trying to swallow my embarrassment. Her eyes
widened as she saw its size, but otherwise didn't react.
"You might like to put the towel over your eyes to help
you feel more private," she said as she reached over me
to get the towel. As she reached, her bare breasts hung
only inches above my face. She seemed to fumble longer
than necessary with the towel, giving me a few precious
moments to admire her delectable mounds. She placed the
folded towel on my eyes, nudged my arms out to my sides,
and instructed me to relax and enjoy.
Judy proceeded to give me an excellent massage from foot
to neck. As she worked around my upper thighs and hips,
her hands barely grazed my scrotum a couple of times. As
she massaged my abdomen, her hands brushed the underside
of my rigid cock, causing it to jerk in spasm. Otherwise,
she didn't touch my genitals. But knowing that she was no
doubt feasting her eyes on my monster boy while I was
effectively blindfolded was so erotic I could feel precum
oozing out and dripping on my abdomen.
Although I could see nothing, when she reached across me
to massage an arm, her nipple brushed my lips once. "Oh,
Ben, I'm sorry. I don't mean to make this harder for you
. . . so to speak," she added with a smile in her voice
as she realized her double entendre.
"No problem," I croaked. "I didn't mind at all."
"Your self-control is admirable for a young man, Ben,"
Judy continued. "Most young guys would get aggressive
when they are turned on as much as you obviously are. I
appreciate your maturity. Stay still and I'll make the
same 'mistake' again". She then intentionally brushed her
breasts over my face and teased my lips with her nipples.
I followed her instruction and stayed completely still,
not even moving my lips or tongue to lick or kiss those
delicious nipples. In a short time her breasts brushed
the towel off my face, so I had a full view of the
bountiful sight above me. Judy seemed intrigued with my
ability to contain my urge to take control.
Sitting up, she said, "Well, Ben, it looks like your body
is pretty relaxed except for one part," glancing at my
throbbing cock. "Would you like for me to massage that
muscle too?" I was only able to nod my assent.
Judy straddled my upper thighs, put some massage oil on
her hands, took my cock firmly in both hands, and began
to stroke it with excruciating slowness. Each time her
slick hands passed over my corona, I felt a spasm that
brought me ever closer to orgasm. But she kept her motion
slow enough that I couldn't climax.
A few times she rubbed my cockhead over her puckered
nipples, which were at about the same height. From my
viewpoint, my cock looked huge against her petite body
and slender hands. Only her ample breasts seemed in
proportion.
"This massage doesn't seem to be relaxing your big
muscle, Ben. Maybe I should stop," Judy said, teasingly.
She knew I was getting desperate.
I shook my head no, terrified that she would leave me in
this unbearable state.
"But wouldn't you be embarrassed if you had an orgasm
now?," Judy asked. "After all, I'm your friend's mother.
I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
"That would be OK," I croaked. "In fact, I really need
it."
Judy seemed to contemplate this, continuing to slowly
stroke my aching cock, precum seeping from the end. After
a few more minutes of this teasing, Judy proposed, "I've
noticed that you and Mike like to play competitive games
- would you like to make a bet with me?"
"What kind of bet?" I asked, worried about what torture
she might have in mind.
"Put your hands behind your head. If I can't make you
move your hands within thirty minutes, without hurting or
tickling you, then I'll give you an orgasm. If you move
your hands, you're on your own. Deal?"
"Deal," I said, not knowing whether I could withstand for
a whole half hour the tortuous tension that Judy was so
skillfully causing.
So the contest began. She stroked me close to orgasm
several times, then sat back and watched my aching cock
bounce in the air, seeking one more moment of
stimulation.
After several minutes, Judy reached for her beer, which
caused her breasts to sway enticingly just over my face.
She stayed in that position a few moments, jiggling her
breasts within inches of my hungry eyes. Her temptation
was nearly successful, as I yearned to reach up and
caress them.
Taking a sip of her beer, she said playfully, "Oh, how
inconsiderate of me, having a drink without offering you
one. But since you can't move your hands, how about if I
let you lick beer off my breasts?"
With that, she poured some beer in a shallow saucer,
dipped one breast, and brought the nipple to my mouth to
suck. She repeated this several times, until my thirst
was quenched but my lust was only intensified.
Returning to my genitals in seriousness, she spread my
legs and sat between them. She grasped my scrotum just
above my swollen balls in her left hand, squeezing just
hard enough to extend them away from my body. She hooked
her left index finger around the base of my cock. I
didn't know then why she was doing this, but I soon found
out.
By gripping with her left hand and slowly stroking my
cock with her right hand, Judy was able to sense when
semen was beginning to enter my cock and to feel the
involuntary contraction of my balls as my orgasm neared.
By stopping her stroking at just the right moment, she
could bring me excruciatingly close to orgasm.
"You're a tough one, Ben. I have only five more minutes
to overcome your self-control," she said tauntingly yet
playfully. "Looks like I'll need to bring out the heavy
artillery." With that, she stroked my cock until she felt
semen begin to enter the base of my cock, and my balls
tighten up. She stopped stroking immediately, keeping her
left-hand grip. One small drop of semen oozed from the
tip of my cock as I groaned in agony. Judy watched,
entranced.
"All you have to do is move your hand to your penis and
stroke it, and relief is yours in seconds, Ben" she
taunted. "How about it?"
All I could do was make a guttural sound like "No." My
tension was nearly unbearable, but I was determined to
win this contest.
"OK, then let's try it again. Let's see how much pressure
you can stand." She repeated the procedure, letting one
more drop of semen emerge, her left hand sensing the
exact moment for her right hand to stop stimulating me. I
writhed in agony, thrusting my eleven-inch cock
helplessly into the air, desperate for one more touch.
"Well, Ben, it looks like you've won the contest. But
your reward will be on my schedule. I'll let you have a
complete orgasm, but you won't know exactly when." With
that warning, Judy repeated her teasing several more
times over the next 20 minutes. Each time, I hoped
desperately that this would be the time of my
deliverance.
Finally, she continued stroking slowly as I began to
ejaculate. Then she plunged my cock deep into her left
breast, rubbing it on her nipple as I unloaded spurt
after spurt of hot semen directly at her nipple.
When I was totally spent, Judy said, "Relaxed now? Do I
give a good massage?" I could only nod appreciatively
with a smile.
As we lounged in exhausted silence, Judy remarked, "Now I
know why Mike calls you 'horse'!"
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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