Mom's Special Massage

 (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 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 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 ½ 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 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.

And the more she thought about that, the more she wondered what that huge cock would feel like in her hands, or in her mouth – or even in her pussy.

‘That is so wrong, Darla, you have to stop thinking like that!’ she thought to herself as she worked on his muscles, finishing up with his right leg and moving around to the other side of the table to do his left.  ‘He’s your own son, you can’t think about fucking your own son!  That would be so wrong!’

‘Would it?’ she thought to herself, and that thought made her tingle down in the depths of her pussy.  She pumped some more oil in the palm of her hand and started working on his left leg, once again finding herself looking at his cock and balls as she worked.  By the time she was finished she could feel that her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet, and her breathing was coming faster – and not because of the exertion of giving him a massage, either.

She was horny as hell for her own son, and she knew it.

“Okay, I’m finished with this side so you need to turn over now so I can do your front,” she said, patting him on the back.  “I’ll turn around while you get situated, okay, honey?” she said, turning away from the table once again.

“Sure thing, Mom,” Bobby replied, getting up and turning over to lie on his back.  He had really enjoyed the feeling of his mom’s slick, strong hands working over his sore muscles, so much so that he had a mild stiffy from her touch.  He knew he shouldn’t have reacted like that over his own mom, but like the old saying goes, those things have a mind of their own and he was powerless to control it.  It was going to get hard when it wanted to, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.  He just hoped it didn’t get any harder and bigger when she started working on his front, but he had a bad feeling that was exactly what was going to happen.  He placed the folded towel over his groin, hiding his mild stiffy as best as he could before letting his mom know he was ready.

‘Okay, Mom, I’m ready,” he said, putting his head back and lying flat. 

Darla turned around and her eyes immediately went to his groin.  She saw the lump of his cock beneath the towel and noticed right away that he was at least mildly excited from her touch, and she was afraid that he was going to get bigger and harder as she worked on his front.  But there wasn’t anything she could do about that, so she decided to just handle it as professionally as she could.  After all, they had told her in class to expect male customers to get sexually aroused during a massage, and that the best thing they could do was to act as if it simply wasn’t there.

‘Yeah, right!  Act as if that huge cock simply isn’t there!’ she thought to herself as she walked over to the table, pumping more oil into her hand.  ‘That’s easier said than done!’

“I’m going to start at your feet and work my way up, okay, honey?” she asked, looking him in the eyes and giving her the best smile she could.

“Sure, Mom, however you want to do it is fine with me,” he replied, smiling back.

“Okay, then!” she said, moving down to his feet to start that part of the massage.  She worked her way deftly up his leg, moving faster on the front than she did on the rear simply because there wasn’t that much muscle to massage, but when she got to the top of his thighs where the towel was she couldn’t help but sneak a peek and see if she could see his balls beneath the towel that was covering him.  She was disappointed to discover that she couldn’t, so she moved around to the other side of the table and repeated the process on his other leg, taking another peek when she got up to the towel and once again not being able to see anything.  She finished working on his thigh, then stepped back as she spoke.

“Okay, honey, I’m going to work on your upper body now, starting with your arms,” she said.

“Okay, Mom,” Bobby replied, not even opening his eyes to reply.

Darla pumped some more oil into her palm, looking down and noticing that the bottle was half-empty by now, then spread the oil in her hands before beginning to massage Bobby’s arm.  She did his arms fairly quickly, finishing up with both of them, leaving only his torso to be massaged.  She stepped back for a moment and looked at his slightly muscled torso, and she felt another twinge between her legs.  She was still wet down there but not quite as much as before when she was doing his back, but she had a feeling that when she started massaging that muscular chest of his that she’d be wetter than ever.

And she was right.  As soon as she put her hands on her son’s chest and began massaging him, she felt her pussy getting wet again.  She loved the feeling of her slick, oily hands running over his chest, massaging and squeezing his muscles, and judging from the look on her son’s face he was loving it just as much as she was.  She glanced down quickly to see if his cock had gotten any bigger, and she was a little bit disappointed to see that it had not. 

‘Then again, I haven’t touched his abdomen yet!’ she thought to herself, and a small, slightly wicked smile broke out on her face.

‘Now stop that!’ she thought to herself a moment later, ‘that’s your own son you’re thinking about!’

“Yes, it certainly is!” she said softly to herself.

“What’s that, Mom?” Bobby said, opening his eyes and lifting his head up.  “Did you say something?”

“No, honey, nothing,” she replied, still massaging his chest, “just thinking out loud about what I have to do next!” she said, which was partially the truth.  He laid his head back down and closed his eyes without speaking again, and Darla breathed a silent sigh of relief. 

She finished his chest and started massaging his abdomen, running her hands along the sides of his body, massaging and squeezing the muscles there, trying hard not to let him hear her panting for breath as her breathing quickened and her pussy got wetter by the moment.  She worked her way down his torso to his flat stomach, rubbing and massaging it with both hands, slowly working her way down, further down, right down to where the towel was…

…and then she saw his cock shift beneath the towel.  She kept on rubbing and massaging his abdomen, a little firmer now that she got a response from him, and she was both pleased and excited to see the lump beneath the towel get bigger right before her eyes. 

Bobby quietly lifted his head up to see if his cock was showing from under the towel yet, and he saw his mom staring at the steadily growing lump.  He didn’t know if he should be embarrassed or what; getting an erection when a woman touched you was one thing, but when that woman was your own mom – that was something else entirely.  He was unsure of what to do, so he did the only thing he could – nothing.  He put his head back down and just lay there, knowing that whatever happened next was out of his control. 

Darla’s hands rubbed his stomach right up to the towel, her fingers kneading and massaging the muscles there, and as much as she fought the urge to do so she found herself sliding her hand further and further under the towel, lower and lower on Bobby’s abdomen until the tips of her fingers skirted his pubic hair.  She tried to resist the urge to do this, but she was helpless and just couldn’t resist.  The desire and the attraction were simply too much for her.

Bobby’s eyes popped open when he felt her fingertips brush his pubic hair, and when it happened again he had to stifle a gasp.  He lifted his head up again and looked at his mom, and the look on her face as she looked down at the lump beneath the towel said it all.

The look was a mixture of desire and confusion, with desire quickly winning out.  Her mouth was hanging open slightly and he could hear her breathing through it as she stared at the still-growing lump of his cock under the towel, her brow furrowed with indecision.  There was no way he was going to keep his cock from getting harder and bigger, and he knew his mom was watching it grow so that was it.  Things were out of his hands, so all he could do now was lay his head back down and see what happened next.

And what happened next took him completely by surprise. 

Darla slid her fingers down to his cock and wrapped them around the semi-hard shaft, gripping it firmly.  Bobby’s eyes flew open and his head popped up when she did this, and she turned her head to look at him as she tugged on his cock.  The confusion and desire in her eyes and on her face was plain to see, and Bobby felt sorry for her.  She looked him in the eyes as she spoke, her voice a whisper.

“I’m sorry, honey, I just can’t help myself!”  she said, looking him in the eyes for several moments before she turned her attention back to his cock once more.  She pulled and tugged on it gently but firmly, feeling it quickly grow thicker, longer, and harder in her hand.  She removed her hand just long enough to pump some more oil into her palm, then quickly grabbed his cock and began pumping it again. 

Bobby lay his head back and groaned at the sensations of his mother’s slippery fingers sliding up and down his now rock-hard shaft.  He jumped when her fingers closed over the sensitive head of his cock, and he jumped again when he felt her hand slide down to cup and massage his balls as she wrapped her other hand around his hard shaft.  She was gripping him with both hands now, the towel having been pushed out of the way to lie on top of his thighs, gripping his cock tightly with one hand and sliding her fingers up and down the length while she massaged and squeezed his balls with the other.

‘Holy shit, my mom is giving me a hand job!’ he thought to himself, raising his head up to watch her again. 

‘This is wrong, this is so wrong, but it feels so good!’ Darla thought to herself as she watched her fingers slide up and down the oily shaft of her son’s hard cock.  His cock was big, much bigger than any cock she’d ever seen before, and much thicker, too.  She stared for several seconds, mesmerized by the sight of his hard cock in her hands, then turned her head to look at him again.

“How…how big…I mean,” she stammered, her voice soft and low, “how big are you?” she asked, both hands wrapped around his shaft now and pumping it firmly.

“A little more than eight inches,” he said, and he saw his mom’s shoulders twitch and her mouth fall open as she gasped in surprise at his answer.

“Eight inches…oh, my God!” she gasped, looking down at his cock in her hands.  “That’s just as big as my…I mean…I’ve never seen a cock this big before!” she said, breathlessly.  ‘Not a real one, anyway!’ she thought to herself.  His cock was as big as her dildo, “Dirk,” and she felt her pussy flood at the thought of having a real live cock of that size inside her instead of just a dildo.

“Mom, should you…I mean, should we be doing this?” Bobby asked, sitting up on his elbows as his mom continued tugging on his cock.

“No, honey, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said softly, correcting him.  “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

‘Please don’t say yes!’ she thought to herself, dreading his answer.  He thought about it for a moment before he replied, and when he did his mom heaved a sigh of relief.

“No, Mom, I don’t,” he said, his voice low as well.  “I know this is wrong and we shouldn’t be doing this, but no, I don’t want you to stop!”

“Thank you, honey!” she said, a big smile on her face.  She tugged on his cock a few more times and then released it from her grip, stepping back from the table.  She turned to face him and he was more than surprised when she unbuckled the utility belt at her waist and dropped it to the floor, slipped out of her shoes, then unzipped the nurse’s uniform she was wearing and shrugged out of it, letting it drop to the floor as well and revealing her black lacy bra and thong to him.

“Fuck it!  In for a penny, in for a pound!’ she thought to herself as her dress hit the floor.

“If we’re going to do this then I think it’s only fair that I’m naked too, don’t you agree?” she said, reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.  She opened it quickly and pulled it free, dropping it on the floor on top of the dress and revealing her big tits to him.  Bobby could see that her nipples were big, bigger than he’d ever seen before, and they were just as hard as his cock.  Without hesitation Darla hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, stepping out of them and dropping them to the floor.  She reached down and found the bottle of oil in its holster, standing it up and pumping some oil into the palm of her hand.  Then she stood up to face him and began rubbing the oil over her body.

“This is only fair, too, don’t you think?” she said, her eyes hooded with desire and a half-smile on her face.  She was totally committed to what she was going to do next, and there was no power on earth that was going to stop her. 

She was going to fuck her own son, consequences be damned.

Bobby’s mouth hung open in surprise as he watched his mom spread the oil over her body, his cock twitching when she lifted up her big tits to spread it all around them, both on top and underneath.  He knew that she had a big pair of tits and had admired them before, but to see them naked now and her fondling them herself as she spread the oil over them made his cock twitch.  He watched as she oiled herself up, running her hands down her body to her stomach and noticing the small flame of pubic hair on her mound, and he groaned when she pumped more oil into her hand and then turned away from him so he could watch her spread the oil over her rounded ass.  She had a simply spectacular ass, and he was surprised that he’d never noticed it before.  But he was noticing it now, and that was all that mattered. 

Watching his mom oil herself up and knowing full good and well what was about to happen had kept him rock-hard, and the squishy sounds her hand was making when she rubbed the oil in between the cheeks of her rounded ass and on the exterior of her shaven pussy made him groan.  When Darla turned back around to face him and looked down at his cock she smiled when she saw it throbbing and bouncing slightly with the blood running through it.

She reached out and gripped his cock in her hand again, sliding her fingers up and down the hard, slick shaft, watching for a moment before she looked up at her son.

“Last chance,” she said softly, the desire burning brightly in her eyes.  “I’ll stop if you want me to, honey.  I don’t want to, I really don’t, but I will.  All you have to do is tell me and I’ll stop, and that will be it,” she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. 

“Do you want me to stop, honey?” she asked, still stroking his cock.  Bobby didn’t even have to think about his answer.

“No, Mom, I don’t!” he said, and his mom smiled as she replied.

“I was hoping you’d say that!” she said.

She climbed up onto the massage table with him, putting a knee on either side of his body.  It was a tight fit and she barely had the room, but she managed to pull it off.  She sat down on the tube of his cock as it lay on his stomach and immediately began rubbing her pussy up and down the underside of his cock in long, slow, deliberate motions.  She put her hands on his stomach for balance and closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as the sensations went through her, radiating up from her pussy to every inch of her body.  She pressed down hard, her oily outer lips spreading open to envelope his shaft, and she shuddered at how very good it felt.

“Oh, honey, that feels so good!” she said, her voice low and husky.  She opened her eyes and looked down at him as she continued sliding her pussy up and down the underside of his cock, massaging the hard tube of flesh with her pussy.  He reached up and put his hands on her slick, oily breasts, rubbing and squeezing them in his fingers as she slid her pussy up and down his shaft.  She gasped and jerked on top of him when he flicked his fingers over the hard nubs of her nipples, then looked down at him and giggled.  Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went hooded as he squeezed her tits in his hands again, the oily flesh sliding through his fingers, and she moaned at the sensations coursing through her.

Then she leaned forward, bracing herself above him with her hands on either side of his body at the shoulders, and looked him in the eyes as she reached down between them to grasp his cock with her hand.  She lifted her hips and pointed his cock straight up, placing the head against her wet, slick opening, then took her hand away as she lowered her hips down, slowly engulfing his cock with her hot, wet pussy. 

Darla closed her eyes and moaned softly as she slowly worked her pussy down onto his cock, taking it inside her wetness inch by delightful inch, dipping and twisting her hips slightly as she did.  Bobby put his hands on her waist and held them there as she slowly took him inside her, and when she finally had his cock completely engulfed with her pussy she pushed down hard and moaned, long and low, grinding her hips slowly on the hard shaft buried inside her.

“Oh my God, that feels so good!” she moaned, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she held herself up over him.  She opened her eyes and looked down at him, and Bobby could see the fires of desire and passion burning brightly there.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a man inside me,” she said, slowly starting to move on him, “so long, so very long…and your cock is so big!” She groaned again as she slid her pussy slowly up his shaft and then down again, taking all eight inches of his cock deep inside her, stretching her out and filling her up as she’d never been filled before.

Bobby watched as she rode him, the tempo of her hips moving up and down steady and even, not too fast and not too slow, taking every inch of his big cock all the way inside her over and over again.  She held her head up and closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she rode his big, hard cock in long, even strokes.  Bobby reached up and grasped her oily breasts in his hands, squeezing them and eliciting another moan of pleasure from her.  She gasped when he flicked his thumbs over her hard nipples, biting her lip and moaning again when he continued.

“Yes, honey, yesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth, bucking her hips slightly as he flicked her nipples.  She was hot, tight, and wet wrapped around his cock, and after teasing her nipples for a few more moments he let his hands rest on her hips and just lay there, content to just watch and enjoy as she rode his cock.  She reached up with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard between her fingers, and he felt her pussy clench around his shaft when she did this.

“Oh, my God, honey, I’m gonna cum!” she moaned, opening her eyes and looking down at him, one hand still grabbing her breast as she continued to ride him, the tempo of her hips increasing a bit as her passion rose and her orgasm began to build.  “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she cried softly, closing her eyes and tossing her head back, gripping her breast in her hand hard as she bit her bottom lip again.

“NNNNGGGHHHH!” she groaned loudly as her orgasm hit, the waves of pleasure exploding inside her and crashing through her body like an electric shock.  Her mouth fell open and her body jerked with the intensity of her cumming, and she put both hands on his chest for support as her hips bucked and jerked on his cock.  She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders, the powerful orgasm shaking her hard, and this set Bobby off as well.

He gripped her waist firmly in his hands, groaning himself as his cock erupted inside his mom’s clutching, squeezing pussy.  He pushed his hips upwards to drive his big cock as deep as he could as it bucked and throbbed inside her, pulsing over and over again as it shot a huge load of cum into her waiting pussy.  His balls contracted as his cock continued pumping her full of his cum, and she pushed her hips down onto him as hard as she could to take it all.

It was over as nearly as fast as it had begun, both of their orgasms ending at just about the same time.  When they had both finished cumming they were both left gasping and panting for breath, Darla’s mouth hanging open as she put her hands on his stomach while she pushed herself down onto his cock one last time.  She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, and they locked eyes.  They didn’t say a word, just looked at each other, both of them lost in the sensations and the intimacy of what they had just shared.

“Oh, honey,” Darla finally gasped, “you came…you came inside me!” she said, her eyes wide as she looked down at him.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I couldn’t help it!  Is that okay?” he asked, concerned. 

“Oh, yes, honey, yes, it’s fine!” she replied, a smile breaking out on her face.  “Don’t be sorry, I wanted you to cum inside me, really I did!” she said, reaching down and running her hand along the side of his face.

“Are you sure, Mom?” he asked, and she nodded as she replied.

“Yes, honey, I’m sure,” she said, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips.  “I’ve never been so sure of anything before in my entire life!” she said, her voice a whisper.  She looked him in the eyes for several moments, smiling at him, and he smiled back.

“Okay, Mom,” he said, his voice soft.

“As much as I hate to say this, we have to get up and go get cleaned up before your father comes home,” she said, sitting up again.  She looked down at him for a moment before she spoke again.

“We can’t ever let him or anyone else find out about this, honey,” she said, her voice steady, “not now, not tomorrow, not ever.”

“I know, Mom,” Bobby said, returning her look.  “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him or anybody else about this, I promise,” he said.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, bending down to kiss him briefly on the lips again before sitting back up.  “Right now I need to get both me and the massage table cleaned up, you made quite a mess of both!” she said, lifting her hips up and letting his now-soft cock slip from inside her.  She reached up and grabbed a small towel from the supply tray and managed to stem most of the flood of cum that came gushing out of her, but a small amount still dropped onto Bobby’s cock and the table.  She carefully climbed down from the table that was now slick with oil and cum, keeping the towel pressed to her mound as she did. 

“Good Lord, but that’s a lot of cum!” she said, looking down at the table and holding the towel on her mound out for a moment to see.  “Do you always cum that much, honey?” she asked, looking up at him as he sat up on the table, his legs hanging off the side.

“Well, yeah, actually, I do,” he said, a sheepish grin on his face.  “Sometimes more if it’s been a while since I…well, you know,” he said.

“Since you came,” she finished, smiling at him.

“Yeah, since I came!” he replied, returning her smile.

“I’ll just have to keep that in mind, won’t I?” she said, stepping aside as he slid down from the table.

“Keep that in mind for what, Mom?” he asked, looking at her.

“For the next time I give you a massage,” she replied, looking up at him and smiling.  “One of my ‘special’ massages, that is!”

“When do you think that will be?” he asked, hoping against hope.

“When do you think you’re going to want another one, honey?” she replied, toying with him, a coy smile on her face.

“Tomorrow after practice, maybe?” he said, his eyebrows going up in anticipation.

“I don’t see why not!” she said, her smile bigger.

“Thanks, Mom!” he said, returning her smile.

“No, honey, thank you,” she said, reaching out and touching him on the arm.  “You gave me something I’ve need for quite some time, and for the first time in a very long time you made me feel like a woman again,” she explained.  “So no, baby, I should be the one thanking you!”

“I love you, Mom,” he said, reaching out and hugging her.  She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms around her.

“I love you, too, honey,” she replied.  “Now go get cleaned up before your father comes home and catches us like this!” she said, breaking the hug and stepping back.

“Yes, ma’am!” Bobby said, then turned and walked out of the massage room towards his room.  She watched him go, slightly mesmerized by the sight of his tight, naked ass flexing as he walked away.  When he turned the corner of the hallway and was out of sight she sighed, then turned around and picked up a clean towel from the stand to start cleaning up.

“I think I’m really going to like this job,” she said out loud, a big smile on her face as she began wiping down the table.  “I think I’m going to like it a lot!”

Fini.