This is part one of a trilogy. It’s Alison’s story, narrated by her. I hope you enjoy it!
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“We have to do something, I’m bored silly,” and then I added, “It has to be something that is popular.”
Then Bianca chipped in with, “And it has to be able to still make money when there’s a recession.”
That was sensible. We would be putting a lot of money into this project, and so we didn’t want it to go down the pan if the economy was struggling.
I looked at Carla, did she have anything to contribute? She was about to speak, so It was a yes.
“Those are two good points, but for me, the most important thing is that we enjoy doing it.”
So what businesses tick all those boxes?
We were three close friends. Recent events had changed all our lives, and for the worse. But we were fighting back. We were going to start a business, and we were together in my house, trying to decide what that business would be.
I’m Alison, and I’m forty eight years old. Until a year ago, I was a happily married woman. Now I’m divorced. I was supposed to be Jed’s love of his life, but that didn’t stop him leaving me for a woman that was half my age, and who had tits twice my size. Because of his midlife crisis, I have lots of money but no purpose in life, other than to support Brad, my young Son. And my two close friends are not exactly living the dream.
Bianca’s story is more tragic than mine. Dave didn’t leave her, he was killed in a car accident. So at only thirty eight she is a widow.
Carla’s story isn’t tragic, it’s sad. After a long list of unsuitable boyfriends, at the tender age of only twenty eight, she’s given up on men. She’s single, and determined to stay that way.
I said, “What about a restaurant?”
Carla shook her head, and Bianca screwed her face up. So that was a no. I tried again.
“Selling scented candles?”
Both of them laughed, and not in a nice way. That irritated me. My suggestions might not be good ones, but at least I was trying.
“That car wash near where I live is up for sale.”
This time they didn’t laugh, instead they burst into song, and I couldn’t help myself. I joined in.
“At the car wash. Workin’ at the car wash, girl. Ooh. Talkin’ ’bout the car wash.”
That was funny, but we were no nearer to finding a suitable business.
“I know what we can do.”
Good, Bianca was going to suggest something.
“We can open a Massage Parlour,” and then, while smiling, she said, “Just for men.”
That might be the one for us, but did it satisfy the three key criteria?
Would it be popular? Yes, there is never a shortage of men that want a massage. Is it recession proof? When times are tough, men will stop doing a lot of things, but having a woman touch their naked body is not one of them. Carla had said that the most important thing was that we should enjoy doing it. I wasn’t sure that I would. In order to decide, I’d need to get the answer to an important question.
“Would we just be running it, or would we also be providing the massage?”
Bianca told me, but not in the way that I’d expected. Instead of just speaking, she moved her hands as if she was actually massaging somebody, and then she said, to her imaginary client, “Would you like to fuck my sweet pussy with your big cock?”
That made myself and Carla giggle. She’d sold it to me. We’d make money, and while doing it we’d also get laid. So would I enjoy it? Hell yes!
To make it formal I proposed a vote.
“All in favour of opening a Massage Parlour raise your hand.”
Everybody did, and Carla, to show her enthusiasm for it, put both her hands up. That made all of us laugh.
For the next hour there was a frenzied discussion on what we needed to do to get our business off the ground. Our meeting ended with me being in charge of finding a suitable property.
A week later, we met again. Our agenda today was simple. To decide if the property that I’d found was suitable, and what name we should call the Massage Parlour.
The first of the two items was agreed in five minutes. Bianca summed it up with a single word.
“Perfect.”
However, the name was turning out to be a problem.
“Desperate Women?”
Obviously, Bianca’s suggestion was rejected, but it did make us chuckle.
“The Massage Parlour?”
That was better from Carla. But we were looking for something that was distinctive. Then the names got even sillier. Happy Ending, being the most ridiculous one.
I was about to call it a day, when I suddenly had a brainwave. We were Alison, Bianca and Carla.
“I’ve got it. It has to be ABC Massage!”
A month later, we owned the building. I’d put in the lion’s share of the money, but we were equal partners. Now all we needed to do was to equip it. And that took a lot longer than expected, even with my Son doing a lot of the donkey work. It was another four months before we were ready to open.
It was the day of the grand opening. Brad had called me in the morning to wish me luck, and he’d asked if I was nervous. I’d said no, but that wasn’t true. However, my Son phoning me had helped, and when I’d left home to go to work I was a lot less nervous.
In thirty minutes time we would have our first client. We were excited, but we were also nervous. Each of us was reacting to this emotional time in a different way. Bianca couldn’t stop talking, and Carla’s constant giggling was starting to irritate, and as for me, I had a permanent smile.
We were well-prepared. The rooms were state-of-the-art, and all three of us had been on a massage course, but I was still anxious. I was forty eight years old, and that’s old enough to know that sometimes things don’t always go to plan. I also knew though that we were three resourceful women, and that I was confident that we’d be able to overcome any first day problems.
Today, Bianca was going to be in charge of reception, and Carla and I were looking after the clients.
At ten o’clock our first client was at the main door. We could see him on our CCTV. He looked hesitant, and it was a few seconds before he pressed the intercom button.
After loudly clearing his throat, he said, “I’m here to see Alison.”
“Welcome to ABC Massage. Go to the top of the stairs and then turn left, that takes you into our reception room.”
Bianca then buzzed him in.
He was nervous but we soon put him at ease. From what I’d seen on the monitor, I’d put his age as fifty, but now that I could see him more clearly I realized that he was at least a decade older than that.
We were in my room. Harry was face down on the massage table. Except for a towel that was covering his bottom and thighs, he was naked.
“How would you like it? I can do soft or hard, or anything in-between.”
“Soft,” and then after a slight hesitation, he added, “I like it sensuous.”
That made me smile. He wasn’t here for the massage, he was here for the sex. And he’d get it, not from somebody who was just doing it for the money, but from somebody who was eager. It’s been two months since I’d been fucked, so I was gagging for it. That had been a one night stand after a drunken night out. He was twenty years younger than me, and he’d used and abused my body, making me come twice. He’d left in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. And that was the end of our brief liaison. I didn’t even know his name. Harry was an old man, so I wasn’t expecting the sex to be as good as it was then. However, if he could get it up, and keep it up, then I was determined that I was going to enjoy it!
I started on his shoulders and then I moved onto his back. While doing that I didn’t get any reaction from him, but I did when I put my hands onto his calves. He widened his legs. He’d done it to encourage me to put my hand between them. When my hand went there he gave a little shudder, in anticipation of where it was going to move to.
My hand was now cupping his balls, and he was responding by making appreciative noises. I’d only been massaging him for ten minutes but we were already starting on the extras. That was OK. He’d paid for forty five minutes of my time, so within reason, while he was with me I was willing to do whatever he wanted.
“Please can I turn over?”
The towel was no longer needed, so after taking it off him, I threw it onto the chair that was in a corner of the room. He then turned over, and I gasped.
Touching his balls hadn’t aroused me, but seeing his cock, had. There was now a nice feeling between my legs, and I knew that it would get even better when his impressive manhood was deep up my pussy. Before I was married I’d had a lot of lovers, none of them though were as well-endowed as Harry was. It was at least nine inches long!
While holding it in his hand, and waving it about like a wand, he said, in an apologetic tone, “I hope it’s not too big for you.”
It was as if he was embarrassed about it, and that amused me. Most men, including all of the ones that I knew, definitely wouldn’t feel that way if their cock was as big as his. They’d be boastful, and it would be on display at every opportunity.
“If you want, you can just jerk me off.”
That was considerate of him, but no. He had a prime cock and I was going to make the most of it. It might indeed be too big for me, but I was going to take as much of it as I could manage into my pussy. And that would be a lot.
With my hands on my hips, and a menacing stare, I said, “Yes I could do that, but you’re not leaving this room until you’ve fucked me.”
That made him laugh.
Despite his age, he was a handsome man. And his stiff cock was proof that there was still life in him. So that was what I was getting, and I was happy with it. But what was he getting?
I’m forty eight, so obviously I don’t have the body that I had twenty five years ago. Then, my medium size breasts were firm and my nipples pointed upwards. Now, they’re softer, and the nipples are less likely to poke your eyes out. Over the years, my slim body has gained a few extra pounds, mostly on my hips, but you wouldn’t say that I was fat. However, considering my age, I’m in good shape. And I have two weapons in my armoury, that when I use them, no man can resist me. My dazzling smile and my hot wet pussy!
So that’s what he’s getting. But will he be happy with it? He should be, because if he’d wanted a younger woman, then he would have booked Bianca or Carla rather than me.
When I moved closer his hand went for my breast. I leant over to make it easier for him. His touch was gentle, but when he found my nipple he was rougher, pinching and pulling it. I liked that. It was exciting me, and my pussy was starting to moisten. Then we stopped, but only so that I could take my top and bra off.
“Please can I suck one of your gorgeous nipples?”
I was never going to say no to that. When his mouth was on it, he sucked long and hard, and with an eagerness that I found endearing. And he was good at it. So that, together with his fingers expertly playing with the other nipple, was making me moan.
But that wasn’t enough for him, because his hand was now between my legs, heading upwards towards my pussy. When it got there, and his fingers were on my panties, I groaned. Then he was in a hurry to get inside them. It wasn’t easy for him because I was wearing my tight sexy ones rather than my comfy loose fitting ones, but he managed it. And when he pushed two of his fingers deep into me, I gasped.
“Do you like that?”
Of course I did, but I’d like it even more when his fingers were moving inside me, exploring every part of my most intimate place.
“Yes, now finger me.”
He did, and my excitement went up a level. But it soon became apparent that my tight underwear was getting in the way. He must have realized that as well, because before I could say anything, he spoke.
“Take them off, and your skirt as well.”
While I was doing that he got off the massage table.
Both of us were naked. We were close together, facing each other, but not moving. It was as if we didn’t know what to do next. His big cock was standing proud, with the head touching my stomach. When I looked down at it, it twitched, and that gave me butterflies in my stomach. I no longer wanted him to finger me, I wanted him to fuck me.
While making eye contact, I said, “Harry, I think it’s time for you to fuck me,” and then, only half-jokingly, I added, “And be gentle with me.”
As soon as I was on the table, with my legs wide open, he joined me. Then, after quickly positioning the head of his cock at my opening, he was slowly pushing into me, and it was taking all of my self-control to stop myself from laughing.
It wasn’t the time for laughing, but I was thinking about all the other businesses that we had considered before deciding on a Massage Parlour, and that was amusing me. All of them might have been successful, perhaps making us a lot of money. But none of them could ever give me as much pleasure as I was experiencing as Harry’s impressive cock was making its way up my pussy.
They say that you can have too much of a good thing, and it’s true when you’re referring to the cock that’s inside me. I had to tell him to stop when it became uncomfortable. And, because he was a gentleman, he stopped as soon as I’d said it.
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
That was nice of him to be so considerate, but I was ready now.
“Fuck me, as hard as you can.”
After saying, “I’ll do my best,” he got going, and at a decent pace. Then shortly after he got quicker. I was impressed. He was giving my pussy what it needed.
It felt so good, and there was a lot of noise in the room. He was grunting loudly at the end of each stroke, and I was moaning almost continuously. It wasn’t going to take much more of this to make me come.
But then the wheels came off, all four of them!
Suddenly, and without any warning, he stopped. I could feel him spurting inside me. Another minute, two at the most, and then I would have been reaching it as well. I was frustrated. No, that word wasn’t strong enough to describe how I was feeling at this moment in time.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
I liked Harry, he was a nice man, but I wanted more from him than just an apology, I wanted him to make me come.
Two minutes later I got the climax that I had been craving for. His skilled fingers had quickly found the sweet spot on my little jewel, and then he’d polished it at just the right speed to give me a wonderful orgasm.
His parting words made me smile.
“I’m going to book you again for next week, but this time I’m going to make it an hour.”
After showering I went to reception. Carla was already there, and the look on her face told me that it hadn’t gone well with her client.
I said, “Tell me about it.”
She did, and when she’d finished I was fuming. I was angry at him, and also at myself. I should have known that we’d have some bad clients, and I should have put some procedures in place to deal with them.
After the massage he’d been rough with her, going beyond what was acceptable. She’d stopped him, but he wasn’t happy.
“I’ve paid for you, so I can do whatever I want to you.”
Carla had then told him, in no uncertain terms, that he was a creep. They’d then argued, but fortunately while they were doing that, he’d kept his hands off her. It had ended with him storming out.
“You’re a bitch and this place is a dump.”
At six, we closed, but we didn’t immediately go home. The three of us were having a little party to celebrate our first day of business. Apart from the incident with Carla it had gone well, but we needed to do something to stop it happening again. While drinking champagne and eating vol-au-vents, we tried to find a solution to the problem. Carla was the first one of us to make a suggestion.
“We can hide a machete in the room. When the bastard attacks us we can chop his head off.”
That creased us up.
Then Bianca said, “A panic button in all the massage rooms. You press it and we come rushing in.”
That was a good idea, but it might take some time for the cavalry to arrive. And also, we might not be strong enough to overpower a big man. Then I laughed, and the others looked at me as if I’d gone mad. I now knew what we needed to do.
“We employ some security. Two strong men whose job it is to look after us. When we press the panic button it’s them that come to our rescue.”
When Carla added, “And they’ll bring a machete with them,” we couldn’t stop laughing.
By the end of the week the panic buttons had been installed and we’d got our security. They were ex-military, so they could look after themselves. They were Brad and Troy, and I knew them. Brad was my Son and Troy was his best friend.
For me, hiring them had killed two birds with one stone. My Son had been out of the army for five months, and despite my constant nagging, he hadn’t bothered looking for a job. He now had one, and I had my security team for the Massage Parlour.
A week later, the ‘creep’ was back. He’d promised to behave himself, but just to make sure that he did, when he arrived I introduced him to Brad and Troy. They were charming, but he got the message.
‘If you mess with Carla then we’ll mess with you!’
Despite all the precautions, I was tense when he was with her, but I needn’t have been worried. He was as good as gold, and he’d even given Carla a generous tip.
The next day I had three clients booked. However, only thirty minutes before the first one was due to arrive, they cancelled.
“Sorry, I know it’s short notice, but I have to rearrange my appointment.”
While he’d been on the phone I was all sweetness and light, but when the call ended I was swearing like a trooper. I’d been looking forward to seeing Harry again, or more specifically, seeing his big cock. Today, I was horny, desperately in need of a good fuck.
I’m a glass-half-full-person, so it wasn’t long before I’d calmed down. In an hour, my next client would be here, and then I’d get what I wanted.
While I was waiting I did some paperwork. We all liked doing the massage and giving ‘extras’, but none of us liked doing the accounts. But somebody had to do it, so I’d volunteered. And without wanting to boast, I must say that I’m rather good at it.
He was on time, and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat. He was a young man, mid-twenties at the most. Tall and handsome, and he reminded me of my Son, though in my opinion, Brad was even better looking than him. Just what I needed!
However, when he left I was still frustrated. In fact, even more than when he’d arrived. He’d enjoyed the massage, but that was all that he’d wanted.
And of course, it got worse. My final client for the day was another cancellation.
“You don’t look happy. Is there anything I can do to help?”
That was from Troy, he must have seen the disappointment on my face after Bianca had given me the bad news. I was going to thank him for asking and then I was going to say no, but then I thought of something. Yes he could help me. He could fuck me.
“My client cancelled so I’m at a loose end. I need to be busy, so would you like me to give you a massage?”
He was polite, and I wasn’t offended, but it was a no. When he left I wanted to cry, but I managed to hold it in.
“It’s a yes from me.”
I turned around. It was Brad, and he was grinning. I was confused, what was he saying yes to? He must have noticed my confusion because he said, “I overheard you offering Troy a massage.”
I shook my head. I’d wanted more than a massage from his friend. Brad was my Son, so I couldn’t get it from him. He then did something that he hadn’t done since he was a teenager. He hugged me, and so tightly, that I could hardly breathe.
“I’m not going to let you go until you say yes.”
I wasn’t in the mood for playing games.
“If you don’t release me I’m going to scream.”
I’d meant it, and he must have realized that from the tone of my voice, because I was now free and he was standing two steps away from me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I’d suddenly gone from being angry, to feeling like a fool because I’d overreacted. He looked hurt, and I wanted to make it up to him. And I could do that by giving him what he wanted.
After giving a deep sigh, I said, “OK I’ll do it.”
Ten minutes later we were in my room. Brad was face down on the massage table. When I’d asked him to undress he’d taken everything off. That had surprised me, I’d expected him to keep his boxers on. Though him being completely naked wasn’t a big deal, because there was a towel covering his bottom and thighs.
Before starting, I took a few seconds to assess my new ‘client’.
If he was a stranger rather than my Son, then what would my impression of him be?
He was twenty five years old, but he had the confidence of an older man, probably because he knew that he was handsome and that he had a good body. Then I realized something, and I wished that I hadn’t. If he was really a client then I would be eager to fuck him!
When I put my hands onto his shoulders, I told myself that he was my Son, but that didn’t stop me from getting excited.
I knew who he was, but to my pussy he was just a man, and therefore he had a cock that could pleasure it, so it was starting to moisten, in anticipation of being fucked. However, like me, it wasn’t going to get what it desperately wanted. I should stop. Why was I torturing myself? But instead of stopping I started to massage his back.
“That’s good, you have nice hands.”
That made me smile. Men have said that to me before when I’ve been jerking them off. Then my smile suddenly disappeared. I wasn’t going to be doing that to him. This was just a massage.
My hands were now on his legs, but my eyes were fixed on his bottom. I knew that if I was to massage it then it would give both of us pleasure. I shook my head. I shouldn’t be having such thoughts. But why not? All I wanted to do was to remove the towel, give his bottom a firm massage, and then put the towel back on him. There was no harm in doing that. I was an adult, fully capable of keeping my emotions under control.
I didn’t ask him if he wanted me to do it, I just took it off. And because he hadn’t complained I started pummelling his bottom with both of my hands. I was touching him in an erogenous zone, and it was exciting me more than I had expected, so my pussy had gone from moist to wet. That wasn’t a problem, because I wasn’t going to take it any further than that.
Then suddenly, without any warning, he did something that made it into a problem. He spread his legs!
Lots of clients do that when they are face down on the table and my hands are on them. It’s not a subtle gesture, but the meaning is clear.
‘I want you to put your hands between my wide open legs so that you can fondle my cock and balls.’
Normally that makes me smile, but not today. Instead it shocked me, but it also gave me, without me wanting it to, butterflies in my stomach and a tingling in my pussy. But what was I going to do? I knew what I should do, and that was to put the towel back over him and then end the massage. So why was I hesitating? If you were to ask me I’d be reluctant to tell you. That’s because I was thinking about my Son in a way that I shouldn’t be.
The day had started with me wanting to have sex, and I knew that I was going to get it because Harry was my first client. While I’d been waiting for him to arrive, the anticipation of him fucking me with his big cock had got my juices flowing. However, only minutes before his appointment he’d cancelled. I’d been disappointed, and it had then got worse because the young man who was my next client had only wanted a massage. My third, and final one, was another cancellation.
And now, on my massage table, was a man that I wanted, but I couldn’t have him because he was my Son. Reluctantly, I decided that I was going to do the right thing. And that made me feel good. Then he spoke, and I didn’t like what he said.
“Will you please do my inner thighs, my right one has a slight strain.”
My first thought was that he was playing games with me. He knows how I’m feeling, and he’s getting pleasure from teasing me. Then I almost laughed. That was silly. He didn’t know that I was frustrated.
When my hand went between his legs I told myself that it wasn’t a big deal. I was just helping Brad with his injury. But my pussy didn’t believe me. It had gone into overdrive. And my nipples had joined in. They were now swollen, and I could feel them pushing against my bra.
My hand was high up, and it was going hard into the muscle. It was making him wince. Then it became too much for me. I took a deep breath. I was going to cup his balls.
“Thanks.”
Then he started closing his legs. I wanted to shout out, to scream. He needed to leave, and as soon as possible. As soon as I was alone I was going to lock the door, and then my fingers would be inside my panties rubbing my swollen clit. It wouldn’t take me long to come.
He was dressing, and then he stopped. While looking at me, he said, “That was good. Now it’s your turn.”
He must have seen the confusion on my face, because he laughed. That annoyed me.
“You’re turn for a massage.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want a massage I wanted to come. Today, I’d had enough frustration to last me a lifetime, and that frustration was going to end when he was gone and I could finger myself.
“I’m not taking no for an answer. You look stressed, a nice massage will relax you.”
No, a nice climax would relax me. Then, before I could speak, he hugged me. It felt good being so close to him, and because he only had his boxers on, it was as if he was my lover rather than my Son.
And that’s when it all became clear to me. While he’d been massaging me I’d had conflicting emotions. I’d wanted him, but I’d felt guilty for thinking that. Now the guilt had gone, and all that was left was my desire. He could massage me, and I’d do my best to make it more than that.
I undressed while he had his back towards me. I took my time doing it, and when I was topless I moved to the side, so that if he wanted to, he could glance at my naked tits. When he did, and without any subtlety, it made my heart skip a beat. After taking my panties off I threw them onto the floor. They landed where I wanted them to be, near to his feet. I’d done that because I wanted him to look at them. He did, and for a long time. They were small, not much more than a thong. Was he surprised that his Mother was wearing sexy underwear? Then I thought of something. If I was to leave the room would he pick my panties up and sniff them? Then I almost laughed, of course he would, he was a man!
“Please help me onto the table.”
I didn’t need any help, it was just an excuse for him to put his hands on me. When he turned around, my back was towards him. I then leant over the table to make it look as if I was trying to get onto it.
“Put your arm around my waist and the other on my thigh.”
He did, and then, with some difficulty, he helped me onto the massage table. I was OK, no longer in need of his help, but his hands were still on me. The one that had been around my waist was now higher up, pushing against my breast, and the other one was close to my groin. All that was needed, to give me what I’d been craving for all day, was for my Son to move his hands in the right directions. One towards my nipple and the other towards my pussy.
Then they did move, but only so that he could pick up the towel.
“Lie flat and I’ll cover you up.”
I gave in, doing what he’d asked. All the fight in me had gone. I’d been trying all day to get somebody to fuck me, but now I’d finally realized that it wasn’t going to happen. All I was going to get from Brad was a stupid massage. I could feel myself welling up. It was going to take all of my self-control to stop myself from crying.
“Thinking about it, that towel might get in the way, do you mind if I take it off?”
Letting him do that was a bad idea. He’d massage my naked bottom, and that would feel so good that I’d want him to do more than that. When he didn’t, I’d be even more frustrated than I currently was.
“Keep it on.”
“I was hoping that you’d say yes.”
I could hear the disappointment in his voice. However, as today had demonstrated to me, you don’t always get what you want. He’d just have to suck it up.
“Please?”
When I said OK it was just to shut him up. The sooner he starts the sooner he will be finished. But after only a couple of minutes, I wasn’t just enduring it, I was enjoying it. And it was doing wonderful things to my pussy.
I’d been expecting him to start on my shoulders, or perhaps on my back, but he’d gone straight for my naked bottom.
“Is that good?”
He got a quick yes from me. It was a lot better than good, and it was already more than just a massage.
His hands, as well as pushing firmly down, were also making circular motions. That combination was grinding my pussy into the table and then opening and closing it. It had been wet before, but now it was dripping. And what had been a smouldering fire inside it had become a raging inferno. My shameless behaviour, while I’d been undressing, and then when he’d helped me onto the table, had worked. I’d got him excited, and he was acting on it.
I’d now reached the point where I needed more than his hands on my bottom. I wanted his fingers deep inside me, and at the same time, on my clit. But what did I need to say to get him to do that? If he wasn’t my Son then I’d be direct. I’d ask him to finger me. However, because of who he was, saying it might be too much. What I wanted was something that is best not spoken about, because a Mother having sex with her Son is the ultimate taboo. So I shouldn’t speak, but I knew what I could do instead.
While I’d been massaging him he’d opened his legs, and that’s what I did now, and so wide that I heard him gasp. And in case he didn’t fully understand the significance of what I’d just done, I then lifted my bottom up as high as I could. I was offering my pussy to him, to do with it whatever he wanted. Was he going to accept?
As the seconds passed it looked as if it was going to be a no. I knew that he wanted me, but I could understand his hesitation. Fingering your Mother is a big step to take. Once you’ve done it there is no going back. It would change our relationship for ever. But I was desperate, so I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
Despite being nervous, because there was a lot at stake, I managed to calmly say, “We have a saying. What happens at the ABC Massage Parlour, stays there. So whatever you do here will not be talked about when you leave this room.”
Would that tip the balance in my favour? If not then I was in trouble because it was my last roll of the dice.
Then it was my turn to gasp. His fingers were on my pussy!
When I felt him push two of them deep into me, I wanted to shout out. Then he made it three and it almost made me come.
“Fuck me with them.”
He did, and my excitement went off the scale. But that was nothing compared to how I felt when he found my little pearl.
Sometimes it can take me a while before I come, even when the man is a skilled lover. But that wasn’t going to happen now. I was so worked up that I was going to reach it in record time. My breathing was already laboured and I couldn’t stop moaning. I tried to hold back, to make it last, but it was just too good. When I reached the point of no return I shouted out, and then I pushed my bottom towards him to make sure that his fingers were as deep in me as they could be.
Did I pass out? I wasn’t sure, but I might have because it was so intense. It had started in my clit, and then it surged throughout my whole body. When it ended I gave a deep sigh and then I smiled. As good as it was, it was just the starter. It was time for him to fuck me.
When I turned over, and I saw him, my smile disappeared. He was getting ready to leave, and the look on his face said it all. I wasn’t feeling guilty, but he obviously was.
“Don’t go.”
After giving me a forced smile, he said, “I’ve got things to do.”
That might be true, but one of them should be putting his cock deep up my juicy pussy and fucking my brains out. Should I try and persuade him to stay? I could beg.
“Please will you…”
But he cut me off with, “Sorry, I have to go.”
As I watched him walk towards the door, and then leave the room without a backward glance, I felt deflated. I should get off the massage table and take a shower, and I would do that, but first there was unfinished business to attend to.
My fingers were now on my pussy, two from my right hand were inside it, and one from my left was furiously rubbing my clit. I needed a second climax. Brad’s cock should have given it to me, but I’d have to make do with my fingers. It didn’t take me long to get there, and when I did, I shouted out my Son’s name.
It was three days before I saw him again because the day after our time together he was off work for two days. He’d been camping with Jimmy, another one of his old army buddies. That suited me. It had given me time to think about what had happened.
Yes, we’d crossed a line. We’d done something that most people would disapprove of, and some would even be horrified. However, we were consenting adults, but more importantly, it was our secret so nobody would be judging us.
So when we were together again was it awkward? Surprisingly no. It was as if nothing had happened. He’d given me a cheeky grin, and I’d responded with a big smile. And that was it. What had happened in the massage room had stayed in the massage room!
A week later, I was beginning to wonder if it had just been a dream. But that was silly. Of course it had happened, and it had been wonderful. But it was now in the past, and soon it would become a distant memory.
Carla asked me, “So are we making lots of money?”
The three of us were having a meeting, to discuss our business. The ABC Massage Parlour.
“Not a lot, but we are doing OK.”
Then Bianca made a suggestion.
“Should we increase the price?”
I said, “We could, but that might mean less clients,” and when I added, “And that would mean less sex,” we all laughed.
As I’d said, we were doing OK. We were making enough money to cover the running of the business and to be able to pay ourselves a modest wage. None of us were short of money, so we were happy with things the way they were.
We’d tested the panic buttons, but up until now they’d never been used for real. But that changed one Friday afternoon when I was with my last client of the day.
He seemed harmless, and he wasn’t a big man, but for some reason, that I was struggling to understand, he suddenly got aggressive. He was waving his hands about and saying that he was going to hit me. I pressed the panic button. Within seconds, Brad was in the room with us.
While giving him a menacing look, he calmly said, “I think you should leave.”
The man nodded, and when he glanced over at me I could see that he was ashamed of his behaviour.
“I’ll escort this gentleman out, and then I’ll come back and see that you are OK.”
I was waiting for him to return. He didn’t need to because I wasn’t distressed, but I’d enjoy having him make a fuss over me. Then I started thinking about what had happened the last time that we’d been together in my massage room. That excited me. Could it happen again? Yes, but I’d have to initiate it. And that’s why I took my bra and panties off!
When he opened the door I was naked.
“Come in, I was just going to have a shower.”
As I walked towards him, he was doing his best to not look at my breasts, and that amused me. When I got to him I put my arms around his waist, and then I kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks for coming to my rescue.”
“You’re welcome, but that’s what you pay me for.”
Then I put my mouth to his ear and I said, in a low voice that was not much more than a whisper, “What happens here stays here.”
He didn’t respond to what I’d just said, but his cock did. I could feel it pressing against me. He was hooked, now all I needed to do was to reel him in!
When I moved my hands from his waist to his bottom, the bulge in his trousers got bigger. Then he did what I’d been patiently waiting for him to do, his hands went for my tits. After briefly fondling them one of his hands was off me. It was heading downwards.
This was bliss. There were fingers tweaking my nipple, and there were fingers deep inside me, exploring my pussy.
“Get onto the table. I want you on your back with your legs wide open.”
It wasn’t a request, it was a command. I liked that. Regarding sex, I want my men to be in charge. I want them to tell me what to do.
This time I didn’t need any help getting onto the massage table, and my legs weren’t just wide open, I’d also lifted them up. I was shameless. I was giving my Son the perfect view of my pussy, and when he’d finished staring at it, it was completely his, to use and abuse.
I wanted his fingers on my tits and pussy, but he had something else in mind. He went down on me. However, I wasn’t going to complain, because that was something that I can never get enough of. His cheating skumbag Father was always eager for me to give him head, but he’d use any excuse to avoid licking my pussy.
Fingers are nice, but nothing beats a willing tongue on your clit. For me, when it moves across my little jewel, it always hits the sweet spot. And that’s what was happening now. My Son was an expert, and every flick of his tongue was taking me nearer to a climax.
Then it got even better when he thrust three fingers deep into me. When they were fully in, filling my pussy up, I groaned.
“Fuck me with them, and don’t stop until you’ve made me come.”
He’d been good before, but now he’d upped his game. He was on a mission, and that was to make me boil over. I was riding a roller coaster of pleasure, clinging onto it for dear life. Very soon it would get too much for me and my pussy would explode.
That’s what I desperately wanted, but he wasn’t giving it to me. Every time I got close he eased off, and then he took me to the edge again. At first, it was exciting, but now it was more than teasing. It was torture.
“Make me come.”
He ignored me, and I felt like screaming. If he didn’t finish me off soon, then I would. Then suddenly I was in it. It was as if I was in a bath, and the hot water was making my body tingle. When it ended I wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep. If I was to do that I knew that it would be a deep dreamless sleep, and that I would wake refreshed.
But sleeping wasn’t what was on Brad’s mind!
He was off the table, undressing. When he lowered his underwear his cock sprang out. It was fully erect, ready for action. It couldn’t match Harry’s for length, but it was at least seven inches. In terms of girth though, it was the winner. It was a lot thicker than the average cock. I was impressed. He had more than enough meat between his legs to make me, and my pussy, very happy.
Turning, so that it was pointing in my direction, he said, “Put it in your mouth.”
I’d been sleepy, but now that I’d seen his manhood, I wasn’t. I was wide awake, eager to have his cock, but I wanted it in my pussy rather than in my mouth.
“Let’s just fuck.”
He shook his head, and then he gave me a cheeky grin. He was my Son, and I loved him dearly, so how could I refuse him? After giving an exaggerated sigh, I put my arms up in the air, as if I was surrendering, and then I said, “You win.”
That made him laugh, and he was still laughing when I took the head of his swollen member into my mouth.
I must admit that I’m not a fan of cock sucking. I only do it to keep a man happy, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not good at it, or that I do it without any enthusiasm. And because it was my Son that I was pleasuring, I was going to make sure that he got my A game.
It wasn’t long before he was praising me.
“This is so good.”
Then later on he said more.
“This is the best one ever!”
It was now decision time. The expression on his face, and the noises that he was making, were telling me that he was getting close to coming. Did he want to empty his balls into my mouth or into my pussy? But before I could ask him, he told me.
“I want you to swallow.”
That was always a no from me. What should I do? I couldn’t bear to disappoint him, so I’d have to agree to it. I briefly stopped so that I could tell him.
“OK.”
He was now smiling from ear to ear.
I finished him off by swiftly bobbing my head. My ‘reward’ for doing that was to receive his man juice into my mouth. And there was a lot of it. I then swallowed it, even though I really didn’t want to.
There’s no end to the things that a Mother will do to keep her Son happy!
If Brad was as old as me then we would be calling it a day. But thankfully he wasn’t, so he would be able to get it up again in minutes rather than hours. To help that happen he was playing with my nipples. It was exciting me, and when I looked down and I saw his cock sticking up, I knew that it was exciting him as well.
When he said, “It’s time,” I knew what he meant, and that sent a surge of excitement through my body.
“Bend over the chair.”
I looked over at it.
After shaking my head I said, “No, it’s too small. It won’t be comfortable for me.”
“What about the table?”
My big smile told him that it was a yes.
Now that I knew how we were going to do it, I quickly got into position. And he was as eager as I was to start because as soon as I was ready he was behind me, parting my pussy lips with the head of his thick cock.
When he pushed harder, and his cock entered me, I could feel my pussy stretching. That’s when I knew that this would be an epic fuck.
I now had all of him inside me. Was this the best cock that I’d ever had? It was too early to say, but it was certainly going to be a contender.
When he started fucking me my pussy instantly went into overdrive. Then he upped the pace and my breathing changed, I was gasping, struggling to breathe. Surprisingly, after less than a minute, I was going to come.
Then he did something to me. I don’t know what it was, but it was wonderful, and it finished me off.
I think I screamed out when it was at its peak, but I wasn’t sure. But I had cried, and I knew that because my cheeks were wet. But they were tears of joy rather than of pain. It had been wonderful, made special because my Son had given it to me!
When Brad left the room he was wearing a big smile. That was understandable. While he was with me he’d come twice. The first time in my mouth, and I’d swallowed his entire load, and the second one in my sweet pussy when my orgasm was at its highest intensity.
And that’s how my Son and I became lovers. There’s more to tell, but I’m sorry, it’s not for you, because it’s time to obey our golden rule.
“What happens at the ABC Massage Parlour, stays there!”
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