Jerrod put the car in park and stared up at the big red letters on the sign... MASSAGE. He'd driven past this place countless times but he hadn't tried it yet. He grinned and felt the small, excited flutter of anticipation through his chest. He strode through the parking lot, flipping his keys back and forth across his palm. The storefront was unassuming, which he took as a good sign.
Bells above his head announced him as he stepped in through the dark-tinted glass door. The entry area was predictably small, a window above a counter next to a solid door that led inside. He could see the woman through the window playing on her cell phone. She looked up at him and smiled dispassionately, "Hi there. Have you been here before?" Another sign this was the sort of place he was after.
Three twenty dollar bills were already in his hand and he was quick to place the cash on the counter. It was all the answer the woman needed. "Perfect, Sweetie," She said then stepped out of sight. Moments later, the door opened, "Right this way." Jerrod stepped into the dimly lit hallway, nodding his thanks as the woman indicated the open door for him, "Take your clothes off and lie down. She'll be right with you."
He took in the sight of the small room. It contained a long table draped in a white sheet, a chair for his things and a nightstand of sorts that held several shelves with bottles of lotion, oil and towels.
He removed his clothes and piled them neatly on top of the chair. Before he lay down, he took three more twenties out of his pocket and set them very visibly on the edge of the nightstand. It had taken him a few visits to various massage places to figure this strategy out. You couldn't just outright ask how much a woman charged for a happy ending... at least he couldn't. Usually she had some kind of code, like a gesture or a phrase she would use like "extra?" Or "everything?" Because they were trying to be subtle most of the time, they would whisper and he wasn't always able to hear them, so he had to ask them to repeat it. The interaction always just felt so awkward to him.
Once, a woman had stopped mid-massage to tell him the price for more. She'd wanted it upfront, which he felt was totally reasonable, but he'd needed to point to his pants for her to get his wallet out and it had just been so distracting. By leaving the money out in the open, he found he could communicate his desire clearly and avoid the discussion altogether.
He laid down on his back and closed his eyes. Like most of the places he'd visited, this one had relaxing music playing. Often times, it was new age sounds or flutes or harps. This particular place had instrumental piano. As he lay there, he realized that he recognized the song, "Tell Me Have you Ever Really Really Loved A Woman?" A smile crossed his lips as he lay still and listened. A good song. Jerrod inhaled deeply and allowed himself to enjoy everything about the moment. He was naked in a public place. He loved the feel of being nude outside his home. Not only that, he was naked and a woman was about to have her hands on his body. The anticipation sent pulses through his torso. His erection was quickly growing, and his smile along with the feel of it.
He wasn't waiting long before the door opened and a woman quietly stepped inside. He didn't bother to open his eyes as she situated her things. He soon felt her presence beside him. Softly, she whispered, "Hi Baby." Her voice was melodious and sensual... but it was also a voice he recognized, a voice he'd heard saying that same phrase many times.
At the same time as his eyes shot open wide, he felt a soft hand clamp down over his mouth, instantly silencing whatever reaction he might have had. The hand, and the face of the beautiful woman looking down into his eyes, belonged to his mother. She held her gaze and her hand over his mouth, but her other hand was placed gently onto his bare chest. She slowly began to caress him, her warm palm moving about his torso. His nose blew a burst of air onto her skin as he felt the pleasure of the sensation melt away any tension that never even had the chance to develop. His eyes closed a moment then opened to look at her again. She raised a single eyebrow, the small gesture enough to communicate her question and her expectations. He gave the smallest nod of his head, enough to assure her he would say nothing. Slowly, she pulled her hand away and began to caress his chest with both hands. She explored his torso for several long seconds, moving a little lower with each pass. Soon, her right hand was sliding up and down the length of his bare thigh as her left hand stroked his stomach beneath his naval. She applied pressure, which sent his cock throbbing and twitching even harder. With a single finger of her right hand, she traced the underside of his cock, slowly and deliberately trailing a path from his balls up the length of his shaft, stopping at the sensitive spot just beneath his cock head. He inhaled sharply, overcome by the sensation. Eyes wide, he looked at her. She was grinning at him now and winked. Again, he relaxed a little more onto the table.
He had the chance to really look at his mother now. Her dark hair was loose, framing her face. She wore a silky robe that covered her backside but left her bare legs revealed. As he took in the sight of her, he couldn't help but give voice to his thoughts. Softly, he whispered, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She tilted her head slightly then answered, "Thank you, Baby." She spread both of her hands apart then. Simultaneously, she reached down his long legs and up his exposed torso. Her touch was the sweetest thing he'd ever felt. A distant part of his mind was still aware of the piano music, and that part was kind enough to remind him of the ironically fitting lyrics, "When you find yourself lying helpless in her arms, you know you really love a woman."
Her hands were caring and affectionate. She brought him pleasure with every inch of his body she caressed. She didn't return to his cock, not yet, but she kept sliding her hands closer and closer, teasing him in the most incredible way. She stroked the inside of his strong thighs, the back of her thumbs barely brushing his balls.
As he lay there blissfully, he found his own hand moving toward her. His touch was hesitant and slow, reflecting his insecurity. Everything about this was new territory for him. Eventually he managed to place his palm on his mother's bare thigh. Her skin felt so deliciously smooth.
She pulled away from him then and met his eyes. For a brief instant, he feared he'd crossed line. She immediately reassured him by pulling the silky sash that held her robe to her body. Jerrod's cock reached hard for her as he took in the sight. She wore a bright pink thong and a matching bra. Tossing the robe on top of his pile of clothes, she giggled slightly seeing her son's reaction, how desperately he wanted her. She gripped the base of his hard cock and stroked up its length once then back down, then she let go and resumed massaging other parts of his body.
His own hand was stroking up and down now, moving along the back of her thigh, from her knee up to her perfectly round butt. His fingers traced the thong then slid back down her leg. She contentedly let him play. With each stroke, he grew just a bit more bold. His fingertips slid beneath the thin fabric then between her cheeks, then he was caressing the puckering rim of her anus each time he reached up from her perfect, sexy legs.
The time she spent away from his cock was growing shorter and shorter. It wasn't long before she abandoned the pretense of the massage entirely. She had her left palm placed flat against his abdomen while her right hand began to earnestly stroke him. She pumped faster and faster, feeling the moment when he tensed. His fingers clawed into her bare thigh. She squeezed hard onto his cock and he began to gush. She held her hand still as he spewed like a geyser. She felt each pulse, her eyebrows flicking up, impressed by his volume. She watched him. Her son was trembling now. Her left hand began to move around his torso. Now, her touch was soothing to him, where it had been electrifying mere moments before. She pressed into his bare chest, silently urging him to relax. She felt his body slacken again as he melted into the massage table.
Her right hand didn't let go of his cock until she began to feel it softening. She stepped to the nightstand and retrieved a towel from a small steam machine. He flinched when it first touched his skin, surprised by the heat but not hurt by it. His face wore a rather silly grin as his mother wiped him clean. She was decidedly thorough, and she took the time to clean her messy hand as well. She discarded the towel and stepped to the head of the massage table.
The top of his head was now pressed into her bare abdomen. He looked up at her, awe-struck while she began to caress his face. There was so much tender affection in the way she held him. She leaned forward, her arms stretching across the length of his torso. Instinctively, he reached up caressing her back, reveling in the sensation of her skin against his own. He held her to him fiercely and lovingly. His hands slid down so he could squeeze both cheeks of her butt then up her back again. His fingers found their way to her bra. He quickly undid the clasp and felt the soft shift as her breasts now rested on his chest.
Again, she giggled in amusement as she leaned back, letting the bra fall onto his stomach. She hovered over him and began to slide her body back and forth, letting her breasts massage his chest as they gently swayed. The joy he felt in this moment was tangible. As she began to stand, his head reached for those perfect dangling breasts. He managed to barely kiss one nipple as she pulled away. She looked down at him, taking his face between her loving palms so she could kiss him on his forehead.
Standing now, she tapped him on both of his shoulders at once and whispered, "Time's up, Sweetie." For a brief moment, he just lay there, stunned as if her words had no meaning to him. She picked up the pile of clothes and brought it to the table, removing her bra and robe. Jerrod didn't want to go anywhere, but he couldn't even remotely say he was unsatisfied. It took an act of will, but he forced himself to sit up and began to put on his clothes.
