I received this story a few years ago and felt that it should be posted on lit. It always arroused me...
I remember my mom's friend Beth used to come over twice a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of an eleven year old seeing them partially nude. Some days I would sit and watch as they massaged each other from head to feet. When I was just turned eightteen, I used to watch more frequently. I was becoming much more curious about their bodies and every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of mom's nipples as she shifted positions.
I remember one day that Beth got a little careless and I saw her full black bush as she got up to dress. She quickly covered with a robe. A few months after I turned eighteen, Beth left town. Mom began complaining that she missed her massages. She had aches and pains when she got home from work. I got the idea that I may be able to take Beth's place and may even get to see my mother's body up close.
I was surprised when I approached mom one afternoon when she got home from work and offered to give her a massage. She readily agreed and told me to set up the table while she changed. A few minutes later she returned with her robe on and two towels. She turned her back to me and wrapped one around her waist. She then laid face down on the table with her arms at her sides. I hardly got a glimpse at her breasts. I began rubbing her head as I'd seen Beth do and over several minutes moved down her back to just above the towel. Mom said that I was a good learner and gave a great massage. I then went to the bottom of the table and began rubbing her feet. Her legs were together, so when I tried to look up between her legs, I couldn't see anything. When I finished her feet, mom was really relaxed. I moved up her calves and gently moved her legs a little more open. She gave no resistence.
I paid particular attention to the back of her knees. I had heard her say she liked that several times. This time was no exception. She said, "That feels wonderful. You're really a natural at this, son." I then moved to her thighs. I began kneeding her ample thighs one at a time, stopping just below the towel. I then began massaging both thighs, placing my fingers between them so that, as I squeezed, her thighs opened. I was rewarded with a good view of her pubic hair, but her legs were still close together and I couldn't see much. Still, for a horny eightteen year old, that was exciting. After a few minutes, mom thanked me and reached for her robe and covered herself quickly so that all I saw was her bare back.
Over the next couple of days, I thought a lot about my mother's body. I sat the massage table up and when mom arrived home, I told her I was ready to give her another massage. She smiled and said she would be right out. Again she returned and with due modesty stretched out on the table. Mom seemed more relaxed this time. After I finished her arms and back, I proceded to her feet. I noticed that her legs were parted more and she wasn't as tense. As I glanced up under the towel, I could see swirls of her light brown pubic hair at the vee of her legs. I took my time on her feet and calves. As I rubbed the back of her knees, I gently pressed her legs apart.
She didn't seem to realize what I was doing. This time my kneeding of her thighs exposed her pubic area! I actually got a good close look at her lips protruding from her beautiful cunt. I became bolder and moved my hands higher to the level of the towel. My probing fingers were no more than six inches from her cunt. Mom suddenly realized that she was exposed and quickly closed her legs. She thanked me, saying that she had had enough. Again she managed to get off the table without exposing herself any more. I was afraid that I'd ruined my chances at seeing more of her body, but a couple of days later, mom asked me if I would mind giving her a massage.
I gladly agreed. I was much less aggressive and over the next couple of months, I massaged her two to three times a week and was rewarded with frequent close up views of mom's beautiful cunt. She also seemed much more relaxed about covering herself before and after her massage. I was careful not to stare, but I got several good looks at her nice breasts with their dark brown nipples.
One afternoon she came into the room and casually laid a towel over the table. She then removed her robe and, without any effort to cover her breasts, got onto the table and lay on her stomach. She then reached down and loosened the towel around her hips and positioned it over her buttocks the same as she did when Beth gave her a massage. Fortunately, my waist was below the table, because my hard on was pressing strongly against my shorts. When I finished her back, she asked me to massage her buttocks through the towel. I kneeded her cheeks for about five minutes before she asked me to move to her feet. Her legs were opened considerably more than they had been ever in the past. I really took my time on her feet and calves. I was enjoying an unobstructed view of her bush.