Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 15:03:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Alexander Hall <terminus.omega@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Daughter's Massage (Chapter 3) (F/F, oral, massage, tribbing)

A Daughter's Massage 3: A Massage to Remember

Six months. They say a lot can change in such a short time, and for me,
that was as true as could be. Just six months ago, I was lusting and
desiring my mother, feeling I would never have her. Now, six months later,
I was massaging and worshipping her every Friday night.  Every Friday, I
would get to feel all over her sexy body. Even better was that now she let
me massage her the way I wanted to. I could kiss her, suck her nipples and
taste her womanhood. I would have never thought I would ever be this close,
this intimate with the woman I loved.

Still, there was more I wanted. I still had not gotten the last thing I
wanted from her. I still had not gotten the chance to truly make love to my
mother. Each week, I felt we were getting closer to that final, satisfying
step. It was not just my own desires that made me think so. It was also
what was happening between us, outside of our weekly massage time. Things
had changed with us, and I felt she was becoming more receptive to my
desires.

About a month ago, things took a great turn. One night when she came home
from work, I hugged her as I always did, but this time I took a chance and
I kissed her too. On the lips, and I held it. She did not back away, in
fact she pulled me closer as we held our kiss. I had to lean my head down a
bit, because while my mother definitely had a bigger ass and bigger breasts
than I did, I was taller than her. She was smiling at me when we
separated. I was trembling after that kiss. That was all the encouragement
I needed, and since that night, I have kissed her every day when she came
home from work, and other times too.

Another night, while we were cuddled together, watching a movie, I got
daring. We were spooning as we watched the movie. Feeling cheeky, I put my
hand right on her breast and squeezed. She did not get angry.  She just
giggled, and she did not move my hand. I kept squeezing, then I began to
roll her breast in my hand, round and around. Eventually, she did stop
me. "Okay Dana, that's enough for now." She said. "For now." She said,
meaning I could do it again. I did do it again, many times. During some
movie nights, or other times we would cuddle like this, I would put my hand
back on her breast later, though I would just hold it. She never moved my
hands away. Sometimes she'd push her chest further into my hand, or put her
hand on mine and push my hand deeper into her tits.

In the kitchen, when she'd be making dinner, I'd walk up behind her, put my
arms around her and put my hands on her breasts, grinding my crotch against
her butt. She would just giggle, and push her butt back against me. I'd
start nibbling and kissing her neck, until she'd push me away, telling me
she had to finish dinner. Some nights I would do this multiple times, and
despite how intense I would get, she'd be equally receptive. I could feel
her nipples harden when I would fondle her breasts, and I could see her
face turn red, flushed and hot.

Mom was more like my girlfriend now, but I still had not gotten that last
thing I wanted from her. With what she was letting me do, I had a feeling
I'd have it soon. I'd grope her breasts and butt, I'd kiss her and bite
her. I would walk in while she was getting dressed, in her room or after
her shower, and she'd never tell me to leave. She'd never reciprocate,
never do to me what I had done to her, but I was fine with that. Compared
to what I had from her six months ago, this was heaven. No matter what I
did, all she would do is smile and giggle, sometimes jokingly chastising
me, but never would she get angry. With everything she was letting me do, I
was sure soon I would have her, all of her.

After six months, I was anticipating our eventual coupling. After what she
had me do when I massaged her, and what she allowed me to do at home, I had
a feeling it was near. Six months after I had started massaging her, it all
came one eventful night. It was Friday, time for our weekly massage
time. Like all other times, I was wet with anticipation and hope. My heart
was pounding as I entered her room, hoping tonight would finally be the
night.  Like every time before, she was standing next to her bed, bathed in
heavenly light from her bedside lamp. This sight never failed to make my
heart skip a beat. She always looked so heavenly like this. I walked up to
her and hugged her, and for the first time before our massages, I kissed
her. To my surprise and delight, she put her arms around me and kissed me
back. Even with our mouths closed, it still made me tremble.

After about a minute, I broke our kiss and set to undress her. It always
turned me on to do this. To slowly reveal every inch of my mother's
body. Still looking into her eyes, I started unbuttoning her shirt. She
always wore button ups before we did this. I'm sure it was on purpose, just
to tease me. As I undid the third button, my desire won out and my eyes
went to her chest. I began to lightly hyperventilate as more of her chest
was revealed. At first, all I saw was her cleavage, but more of those
enticing mounds were revealed to me as I undid each button. Once I opened
the last one, I pulled the sides back and slid her shirt off her body. Once
again, I was greeted by the sight of my mother's almost naked torso. All
she had on now was her white lace bra, my favorite one. I pulled her into a
hug again as I set to undo her bra, kissing the top of her chest and her
shoulders. I always acted like it was hard to undo her bra, just to give me
a little more time against her. I know she noticed, but she never said a
word.

Her bra undone, I stepped back as I slid the straps off her shoulders, then
removed the cups from her breasts, revealing those lovelies to my eyes
again. Before I worked on her bottoms, I leaned forward and kissed over her
breasts and down her stomach, taking a hearty suck of each nipple. "Mmm."
She mewed, like each time before. I kissed all the way down to the button
on her pants, stopping when my lips touched cloth. I looked into her eyes,
smiling as I opened her pants and unzipped them. My eyes went back to her
pants as I slowly slid them down her legs, showing me one inch after
another of smooth, flawless leg. My kisses followed, until I reached her
knee. I slid them off of her, she stepped out of each leg. I did not have
to worry about socks or anything like that, she was always barefoot at
home. It was such an erotic sight, to see my mother in just her white lace
panties (also my favorites), they cupped her butt and pussy perfectly, and
I saw the wet spot on the front. I gave a long, sensuous lick up her leg as
I reached for her underwear, turning her to face away from me. Slowly I
pulled her panties off of her, and in my face was now her delicious butt. I
licked and bit over those cheeks. Once they were off her body, I turned her
to face me again, and planted a small kiss on her sex.

Greeted once more by the sight of my naked mother, I led her to the bed,
laying her down. I ran my hand down her body. Across her back and butt and
down to her feet, before I straddled her to give her my usual sensual
massage. I would only do these for her. No one else would receive this kind
of massage from me. There was no one I loved like her. Never once did I
skip a step. I always took my time with her, making sure I got to massage
and caress every inch of her body. I would kiss her, suck her nipples and
rim her ass. I'd lick and taste her legs and feet, and take large tastes of
her pussy. Just like every time before, it got me so wet to do this for
her. My heart was pounding, my nipples were hard, my pussy was wet and my
breathing was labored. I know she knew how hot this made me. The worst part
for me each week was when it was over. I hated that I would have to wait
another week before I would get to do this again. I did not want to
increase the frequency of our sessions though, I did not want the enjoyment
to wane.

Finished with my massage, I got up off the bed and her, set to leave the
room. I went to her, to receive my thank you kiss. Normally, after kissing
me, she'd fall asleep. Not this night. After our kiss, she asked me to
stay. She wanted to talk to me again. I was scared that she did not want me
to do this for her anymore. That would be the worst thing she could tell
me. Shaking with trepidation, I sat down on the bed next to her as she sat
up, her breasts jiggling enticingly as she rose. I got a thrill seeing that
her nipples were still hard. Sitting up now, she turned to face me. It was
a little strange, sitting here on my mother's bed, with me still fully
clothed and my mother completely naked. It took effort on my part not to
just stare at her breasts, or that lovely cleft between her sumptuous
thighs. It was thrilling to me to sit with her like this, to continue to
view her naked body. Scared as I was, it was a small comfort to see she was
still smiling. "Now, before I begin, let me just say I'm not going to ask
you to stop with our weekly massages. I enjoy them too much to stop them
now." She said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least those times were
not over. Still, I was racking my brains trying to figure out why she
wanted to talk. She took a deep breath, before she spoke again. "Now Dana,
I know how much you desire me. Your offer to massage me gave me an inkling,
and the way you massage me now only confirms that. Like I said before, when
I asked you to massage me the way you wanted to, I'm not mad. I'm quite
flattered actually, that someone your age finds me so desirable, even if it
is my own daughter." My heart was pounding now. Was this leading where I
think it was? Could this night finally be the night I had hoped for?

"I will admit, your desire for me has made me think a lot over the last six
months. I've never been with another woman. I never was interested, until
what happened between us the last few months. I'll admit, I'm now curious
about what it is like." My heart was pounding, could this be it? Would I
finally make love to my mother? "So Dana, I have a request." I was still
scared. Would she take that step? Would she let me, her daughter, make love
to her? What if she just wanted me to find a woman for her? She sighed,
like she was mulling over what she was about to ask. She then spoke. "This
might be strange for me to ask, but I want to know what it is like with
another woman. So honey, will you show me? Will you let me see what it is
like making love to another woman?" My jaw dropped. She wanted me to make
love to her. It was finally happening. I would finally get to make love to
my mother, the woman of my dreams. Not only that, she had never been with
another woman, and she wanted me to be her first. My mother wanted me to
give her her first lesbian experience. I was overcome with joy. I hugged
her to me, and kissed her. "I would be honored mom." I said to her, then I
kissed her again. For just a moment, our lips stayed closed, before we
opened our mouths and deepened our kiss. As we kissed, she put her arms
around me, and for a few minutes, we sat there on her bed, kissing
deeply. As we kissed, my hand trailed down to her breast and I started
fondling it. I rolled and squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple and
flicked it with my fingers. I did not stop kissing her while I did this,
and she moaned into my mouth as I played with her tit. I could feel her
breathing quicken as I toyed with her, before I glided my hand further down
to her snatch. My other hand resumed playing with her tit as my first hand
started rubbing her womanhood. She was moaning more now. In a circular
motion, I rubbed over her sex, not yet touching her clit or fingering her.

She broke our kiss as I rubbed, needing air, and I used this opportunity to
kiss down her body and take those dear nipples into my mouth. I licked over
her areolas, flicked her nipples with my tongue and then I bit
one. "Ohhhh." She yelped. I could see her face flushing again, her cheeks
and chest turning pink as her arousal grew. I was still fully clothed, but
I knew soon that would change. She was getting very wet, coating my fingers
in her feminine fluids. I smiled around her nipple, still sucking and
biting, as I put one, then two fingers inside her. "Oh god." She yelled,
before she moaned louder as I began to piston my fingers in and out, then
made a come hither motion inside her tunnel. "Oh Dana, that feel so nice."
She whined. Briefly, I let go of her nipple and smiled at her. "It's only
going to get better, mom." I told her, before resuming my suckling. I could
feel her vagina contracting around my exploring digits, and I knew she was
close. I put my thumb to her clit and rubbed her as I fingered
her. Stimulated in three places, she came in just a few minutes, already
worked up from my earlier massage. "Ooohhhh, yesss." She screamed as she
came. It was a small come, but that was fine for me. I had more I wanted to
do to her, and to have her tired out now would not do. She was panting
hard. I took out my fingers as she opened her eyes, and smiled at her as I
put my soaked fingers to my lips and sucked them clean of her divine
offering. I could see the look in her eyes of intrigue as I tasted her. I
had tasted her from my fingers many times before, but this was the first
time she saw me do it. I then pulled her to me and kissed her again,
letting her taste a bit of herself on my lips.

 That kiss was short, and I gave her no warning as I broke the kiss and
kissed down her body, spending little time on her breasts. I pushed her
down to the bed as I kissed lower, until my lips once again touched her
most intimate place. She had barely touched me yet, but I was still very
wet. Down between her legs, my nose was filled with her scent, and it was
magnificent. She was so wet, and I was eager to taste her. I did not hold
back. I buried my face in her center, and licked over her lips. She started
to gasp at my light licks, before she made a huge intake of breath as I
pushed my tongue between them and deeper into her. She tasted divine, even
better than she did when I would massage her. This time, I was not going to
take a few tastes. My hands went to her pussy and spread her lips more, and
my face went even deeper into her. My nose was rubbing against her clitoral
hood, and I could feel it trying to break free. I took one of her inner
folds between my lips and sucked. "Uhhh." She whined, then jumped as I
bit. I tugged them with me teeth and she began to writhe. She could not
keep her eyes open, especially once I put my fingers in her and stroked
deep within. "Oh Dana, that feels so nice. Be a good girl and make mommy
come. I'm so close." I would not comply, not yet. I wanted her to come
hard, and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could.

She ran her hands through my hair as I ate her. Wanting more, I spread her
legs more and put them over my shoulders. I looked with happiness as the
petals of her soaked flower opened more for me. I dove in again, licking
and sucking her lips and driving my tongue deeper into her. There was
something so erotic about kissing where I had come from, kissing and
licking where I had entered the world. Now, finally, I was going back in,
at least in some way. With her legs spread so far, it parted her butt
cheeks and feeling naughty, I licked down over her perineum and briefly
tongued her ass. "Oh you naughty girl, I can't believe you do that. No one
else has ever done that for me." I smiled at that. She deserved to be
pleasured in every way, and I was happy to fulfill that. I licked all over
her, from her clit to her asshole, tasting her most secret and forbidden
places. She was writhing now, so sensually. I had her close, and I knew
she'd come hard. I wanted to hear her scream, and as I continued licking
her pussy, I put a finger in her ass and another in her channel. I sucked
and nibbled at her lovely pearl, and she shook with joy. She was close, and
my senses were overwhelmed with her scents and tastes. I moved my fingers
faster in and out, and I bit her clit gently. This was all she needed, that
final push to send her over the edge. "OOOOHHHH DAAANNAAA." She screamed as
she came.  I continued to lick and finger her as she rode out her come. She
was trembling and shaking, her eyes shut in pleasure, her teeth
gritted. About half a minute later, I heard her finally gasp and then
breathe hard, taking her first breaths after such a hard come. I withdrew
from her and kissed back up her body, pulling her up to me again to kiss
her, sharing her juices between us.

She soon broke the kiss, and looked me in the eye. "Oh honey, that felt so
good. I can't wait to return the favor." She beamed. "Take your clothes
off, I want to please you like you did me." I was shaking with
anticipation, ready to finally be loved by mom. She wanted me naked, but I
wasn't going to undress myself for her. "No mom," I said to her, a look of
shock filling her face. "I want you to undress me." I told her. I saw a
spark of excitement in her eyes. She reached for my t-shirt and quickly
pulled it off me, before reaching down and removing my pants. She pushed me
back so she could get them fully off, before she took my hand and pulled me
back up to take off my bra, then moving down to pull off my thong
panties. She was very quick to get me naked, and it excited me immensely,
knowing how much she wanted me naked at that moment. As she threw my
panties off the bed, she looked back to me and we sat for a moment, just
admiring each other's bodies. I never thought it would excite me so much to
just sit with another woman, but the fact that it was my mother, my dream
woman, admiring my naked body made me tremble. Again, my lips pulsed with a
desire to kiss her, to claim her. She made the first move, pulling me to
her to hug me and kiss me. My smaller breasts consumed by mother's huge
mounds. As we kissed, a jolt shot from my nipples to my pussy as I at last
felt my nipples glide against hers. She must have felt it too, as she
started rubbing her breasts back and forth against mine and our nipples
continued to "kiss". Those brief moments when they would catch, before
springing apart, got me trembling. Her hands rubbed over my back and down
lower until she was cupping my butt. I moaned into her kiss as she squeeze
my ass cheeks. I jumped a little when I felt her finger prod briefly at my
rosebud. She continued to take liberal feels of my ass as we kissed.

She must have been eager to reciprocate, because she quickly separated her
lips from mine and kissed and licked down my body. She stopped at my neck,
burying her face in its crook. She kissed all over my neck and bit. "Ohhhh,
mom." I mewed. I was overcome with excitement. My dream woman was making
love to me. She bit me hard, and I know she left a mark. "Uhhhn" I
breathed. She wanted more, and skipped kissing the rest of the way and dove
into my breasts. I loved feeling mom's hands on my tits, and her lips
sucking my nubs. She licked and flicked, and bit. I was very hot, and
flushed. I could feel sweat gathering on my brow. I was hot, very hot. She
did not spend much time at my breasts. She did not kiss down my stomach
either. She jumped straight to eating my pussy. She may not have had much
experience in eating pussy, but her enthusiasm was beginning to make up for
it. She did not finger me. She just buried her face in my cunt, licking and
sucking all over. "Ohhh god mom, this is so awesome. Eat me, eat your
daughter's cunt." I screamed. I was overcome with pleasure. My mother was
eating me out. My dream woman was tasting my most intimate place. I could
not even think right now, words failed me and she seemed to love how dirty
my words were, because she ate me with even more gusto. She did not seem
interested in making it last. Her intent seemed to be solely on making me
come quickly. Being pleasured by the woman I loved, that happened
quickly. The love I felt for her doubled my pleasure. She did not continue
to eat me as I came. As I came, she quickly sat up and pulled me to
her. Coming down from my come, she kissed me again, and we spent a few
minutes sharing my juices. To taste myself from my mother's lips was
arousing on its own. After kissing her, I pulled away and looked her deeply
in the eyes. I could see her love for me, and her excitement behind those
deep blues.

"Did you enjoy that mom?" I asked her. She nodded happily. "I did honey. I
never thought I could enjoy something like this with another woman. Thank
you." She said to me. I was smiling, but I had something else on my mind,
one last thing I wanted to do with her tonight. "Hold on mom, there is one
more thing I want to do with you." I said. I then spread her legs and mine,
then pushed my crotch to hers, until our lower lips kissed. We both shook
as they kissed. My eyes closed briefly, taking in the feel of my mother's
pussy against mine. With both of us so wet, they glided and swept against
each other. "Ooooh." We both moaned. I started to push and slide my pussy
against hers, and soon she was returning the act. Our nipples continued to
kiss as well, springing and rubbing together as our breasts glided over
each other. Both of us were moaning and gasping at this moment. Our bodies
were slick with sweat, and that just made our bodies rubbing together more
erotic for me. I was in bliss at this moment, being so intimate with my
mom. I could not hold back anymore, and I roughly put my lips to hers. She
responded enthusiastically, fiercely returning my kiss. My hands continued
to explore her sumptuous body, rubbing her back and cupping her ass, my
other hand feeling her tits. She was doing the same to me. I could feel my
orgasm coming, the moment overwhelming me, but I saw mother was not there
yet, and I slowed down. I wanted her to come with me. She moved with me,
speeding up when I did, slowing down with me when I slowed the
pace. "MMMMMMM." I heard from her, and felt in my lips. I could feel the
heat from her body, the pulsing of her pussy, the rapid expansion and
contraction of her chest. I could even feel her heartbeat against my own.
She was just as into this as I was. I cannot even tell you how long we were
together like this, and the longer it lasted, the closer mom came to
coming. I could feel her near the precipice.

At this moment, a thought was in the back of my mind. I was as close to my
mother as I could possibly be. Our bodies pressed together, meeting in
every intimate place. My hand in her hair, hers in mine. Our mouths
together in a loving kiss. Nothing separating us, both our bodies bared to
the other. I was overcome with joy, and a few tears of absolute happiness
escaped me. I finally had what I had wanted most in my life. I finally had
the woman of my dreams in a way I had once thought impossible. At that
moment, NOTHING could make me happier. That small thought pushed me over
the edge, and I came. I came harder than any time in my life. I knew it
was, because for the first time ever, I passed out. As my vision went dark,
I saw the look of complete satisfaction on mom's face, and I smiled,
feeling she had come with me. When I came to, I was lying on my mother's
bed, my face resting on her bosom. She was smiling down at me, stroking my
hair. "Oh my sweet little girl, that was wonderful. Mommy has not felt this
good in years. Not since your father died." I smiled a little, happy that I
had made this a wonderful experience for her. "I was glad to give it to you
mom." I said. "I must confess, you were right. The first time I offered you
a massage, it was an excuse to touch you so intimately." My breath caught,
and I poured my heart out. "Oh mom, this was great for me as well. I've
wanted you since I was just starting to feel sexual desire. You were the
woman I wanted most. I thought I'd never have this with you. I cannot tell
you how happy I am right now." She just giggled. "Well honey, it was great
for me too. I was apprehensive about this, because you're my daughter, but
I have no regrets. I don't care what others would say about what we did,
because I enjoyed every moment of it." I was bursting with joy at hearing
this. After years of desiring my mother, I had finally had my chance with
her. I rose up and kissed her again. Both of us were very tired now, as we
fell asleep together in her bed, our arms around each other. I fell asleep
with my lips still to hers.

In all honesty, I would have been happy with just this one time. Once was
enough for me, to have that one night with my mother. Instead, this was not
our only time. This all happened five years ago. After five years, my
mother is still my lover. Even at 45, she's still as sexy as she was when
she first became the object of my desires. We live together still, like
woman and wife. I sleep in her bed now. We wake up together, go to sleep
together, and even shower together. We go out on dates. When we're places
where people know us, we're just a mother and daughter spending time
together. When no one knows us, we are just like any other couple. We make
love often, and it is superb. I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life.
Mom is all I need, and I know I'll never have another lover. I still cannot
believe I have her. I never would have thought that my fantasies would ever
become reality.

And yes, I still massage her every Friday night.