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Mother's Massage

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I'm in the first year of college. After considering my options, I went with the local university. Part of me thought it would fun to participate in dorm living, but the more sensible part wanted to keep my student loan down, and I've always enjoyed living with my family, so why not continue?

Like any college student, I have an assortment of classes, lectures, workshops, study groups and so on with a varying schedule. Even weekends. However, on Thursday afternoons, I have nothing, so I come home where it's quiet and do some studying.

On Thursday afternoons, my brother and sister are still in school. My dad is at work. My mom is often home, but she's usually in her studio. She's a sculptor. She often works with nude models. I've stepped into the studio a few times and seen some of the models. I try to be nonchalant, but I do get a charge out of seeing them, and often go to my room and have a good wank with the memory of them fresh in my mind. Is it too revealing to say I'll as often jerk off to the male models as the females?

One time, I saw a guy I don't know but who I've seen around the university, posing with an erection. Oh my, I had a good wank after that! He didn't bat an eyelash at my arrival, as if being nude and erect in front of people is just normal for him. I made a mental note  to look the guy up and try to make friends with him. My mom was sketching the guy, prior to working with the clay, and seemed perfectly OK with the guy being erect. How cool is that?

In case you're wondering, in the final sculpture, there was a leaf over his genital region, and no visible erection.

So, on this particular Thursday, she had changed her regularly scheduled massage session from her usual Wednesdays. I don't know why. Maybe the masseuse was busy on Wednesday or something.

Mattie, the massage practitioner, does house calls. She sets up her massage table in our family room and goes to work on Mom. I've never actually seen these massages, because I've been at school.

So, on this day, I came into the family room looking for my tablet, which I had left there the evening before. Boy oh boy, what I saw!

There was my mom, laying face-up on the table, stark naked. There was Mattie, massaging my mother's breasts. Yes, her actual boobs, which I have to admit are quite shapely. My whole mom is a good-looking woman. Very good looking. If I was 40-something, and not her son, and if she wasn't married to Dad, I'd be interested!

At first, I didn't realize I had intruded. Mattie saw me right away, and looked a bit like a thief caught red-handed. I was just going to turn around and tip-toe away, but since she was looking right at me, I had to say something, right?

"Oops, excuse me." - That was the best I could come up with.

Hearing my voice, my mom said, "Oh, it's no big deal. I'm just getting a massage."

"Well, I'll just slip away..."

"No, it's OK. You can stay."

What does one do in a situation like that? I said I'd just get my tablet and leave.

"Mattie, this is my son Paul. Paul, Mattie." My mom made the introductions.

"Oh, hi," I said.

Mattie had lost her deer in the headlights look, and started something I didn't expect. She started conversing with me. "Paul, if you ever find yourself massaging a woman's breasts, this is how you do it. Generally, you want to be gentle, but some women, such as your mother, like rather deeper massage. When you can feel the slightly granular-feeling breast tissue deep inside, you're getting it right."

"Oh, OK."

My mother, naked though she was, looked at me, like as if this was an everyday occurrence. I became transfixed. I know I should have left the room at that point, but I didn't.

Mattie was evidently done with my mother's breasts and took a step further down the table. Then she started on the unthinkable. She started massaging my mom's vagina. Right there in front of me. And my mom was not only OK with it, she was kind of blindly staring right at me, smiling blissfully, and moaning gently.

Mattie continued. I was just glued in place, staring, not knowing what to think. I have to say, I did feel an immediate stirring in my pants. I'm not entirely inexperienced with women, but to see my own mother getting her vagina massaged, that was, well, simply amazing!

My mother tensed muscles, started panting, and practically screamed as her orgasm hit her.

I was finally getting ready to leave as Mom calmed down, when she quietly said, "Mattie, do you have time to do Paul, too?"

"Why yes, I'd be delighted."

To cut a long story short, I received my first-ever massage, let alone a happy ending massage, right there in front of my mother. At first I was embarrassed to have her see me naked. She hadn't seen me with at least underpants on since I was like five years old.

Fortunately, the first part of the massage was with me face-down on the table. My mom probably only saw my junk for a moment as I removed my pants.

The massage felt really nice, and I felt my penis wanting to become hard under my belly. I was amazed that Mattie was willing to spend quite a bit of time first massaging my butt in general, then lightly brushing her fingers right over my anus. If you've never had that done, get someone to do that for you. It's amazing! After a while, Mattie asked me to roll over.

I was super-embarrassed when I had to roll over. By then, my dick was super-hard. I had really willed it not to, but you know biology. At the same time, I was kind of expecting that since Mattie had given my mother an orgasm, perhaps that was on the agenda for me also. So, maybe an erection was OK under the circumstances. I really wasn't sure. My mom didn't say anything. She was just staring lovingly, the way mothers do, and smiling. I also wondered if Mattie would think I was a perv or something. But, hadn't she just given my mother an orgasm?

It took me a few minutes to settle into my embarrassing situation, and realize that instead, I could just soak it all in, and maybe even be proud of my obvious masculinity. My penis was standing straight up, not laying against my stomach as it usually does when I masturbate. I must have been super-excited.

Sure enough, I got my orgasm, squirting my cum a good foot in the air under Mattie's ministrations.

After Mattie left, my mother and I didn't discuss what had happened. In fact, I needed some space to process, so I took my tablet to my room, walking through the house still naked, holding my clothes in my other hand. In my room, I couldn't focus on my studies. My mind was just replaying the afternoon over and over again.

An hour later, my mom knocked on my door. "Shall I book us another session for next Thursday?"

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