Copyright Β© 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved.
There is no need to read any previous Tabootopia chapters before reading this as everything relevant is explained throughout the story. Anyone involved in ANYTHING sexual is of the legal age limit (18 or over). Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! The Celebrity Templates are:
Shohreh Aghdashloo is Farah Azim
Susan Sarandon is Miss Bolovey
Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin
Madeline Zima is Vivian Keentucker
Brenda Song is Soyo Banks
Necar Zadegan is Raina
Alexa Nikolas is 'Rocket' Pocket Polly
Natalie J Robb is Carla Woroalman
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Farah Azim wore many hats: business negotiator, high school teacher, lesbian sex instructor and qualified massage therapist. During her masseuse training, she wondered why she had to wear restrictive clothing when massaging customers, considering the clothes hindered her movements and invariably got dirty from oil stains. So, Farah delivered her standard massages in the nude β to both male and female customers. To no surprise, not one person complained, every customer approved; her tips were way above the average; All this from giving the same massages as everyone else, just without clothes. She used those skills to seal many a business deal and now, in Tabootopia, she was using them again, this time on her very own son...
On this blissful Tabootopia dawn, the early morning sunlight was peering out the curtains, the open window letting in a warm breeze. This lucky boy said yes to the mouth-watering incentive that got him up so early: a relaxing nude massage. So there he was, naked, laid out on the leather table, with the masseuse sitting on his behind, that woman, of course, being his mother, herself without clothes. She was rubbing her son's back with her oiled-up hands, soothing his morning aches.
"Oh sooo good, Mom," said our boy Sami as his legs shook from his mother's touch. Sami was a short, tan-skinned teenage boy, originally from Michigan, USA.
"I'm pleased you approve, dear," said Farah. "It has been a while since I have done this. I'm considering offering this service to my students." Farah was a buxom, age-defying, Persian-born beauty, her full raven hair flowing as she gently rocked back-and-forth on her son's body.
"Yeah, yeah, they're going to like this," replied her son. He could feel the room getting hot: very hot; the morning sun was filling them both with a warm glow, mother and son's bare shining bodies glistening in the sunlight.
Farah carried on working his back, reaching every sore spot of her boy's shaven hairless body. When she moved to his shoulders, Sami could feel his mother's nipples poke his back.
"Does that feel good?" she asked with her hushed, husky, highly-erotic accented voice bellowing in his ear.
"Ohh, soo good, Mom."
"Good. You have a big day today, a fieldtrip to the farmlands. Do you remember my request, dear?"
"Y-yes Mom," he said as he gritted his teeth, his mother's burning hot fingertips digging into his skin. The sticky leather was starting to sizzle, the heat was increasing.
"Good boy. My sister will be so pleased to see you; she's never met you before. Hmm, it's been so long since I've seen here, two decades perhaps. I constantly wondered where she moved to, turns out she came here, isn't that amazing?"
"Yes, yes, Mom."
"I made the arrangements with your teacher; she said it would be all right for you to leave the group and go visit her."
"Ok, M-M-Mom," he let out a sharp intake of air as he felt his mother's breasts bouncing off his back. It then dawned on Sami that his mother was only giving him this nice treat so that she could get this favour out of him. Sami didn't mind.
"Good boy," she whispered into his ear while grinding her prickly bush on his backside. That it was it: he couldn't stand anymore of his mother's skilled hands. The raging inferno was roaring, his mother, the delectable scion of tantric pleasure, had succeeded: he cummed.
Seeing the dripping white liquid on the floor, Farah dismounted from her son, her objective complete. She patted him on the butt. "That will be all. Thank you for letting me test my massage skills."
"Any, anytime, Mom," he said with the smallest of whittled voices, him boiled, sweating, the sheeting stuck to his body.
"Oh Sami dear, could you please replace the sheets?" she asked while rubbing her oily hands on her sizeable breasts.
"Yes, Mom."
"Thank you, dear," she smiled, then, went onward to the bathroom. Sami cleaned himself up, got excited thinking of his mother's naked oiled-up sweaty breasts, cleaned himself up again, and then replaced the sheets.
On any other day Sami would've stayed in his room and reused this experience for his own personal enjoyment β but he did not. That's because on that day Sami and his school friends were finally being allowed outside of Our Haven β to the greater areas of Tabootopia. Sami was also excited (in a perverse way) to meet the aunt he'd heard so much about yet never, ever met. He only knew her by one name: Raina. If she was anything like his mother, it was to be well worth the journey.
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A group of nine students (split into three groups of three) were ready to go to the farmlands via a minibus. That along with their adult supervisor made a total of 10 passengers. Already in the car was the first group.
"I feel forgotten!" exclaimed Brian, a heavyset African-American teen wearing a bombastic pink shirt and cargo shorts. "How long's it been, huh? How long? I've seen these other motherfuckers try and do the same shit that we do! Motherfucker what? We ain't done nothing in weeks, what's up with that? We gotta stay strong bruthas!"
"Yeah, umm, yeah," agreed BjΓΆrn, a short, slim Swedish male, wearing an avant-garde sweater and skinny jeans combo. "It has been a while since it has been, umm, all three of us together, yes, like this. Daniel I, ahh, blame you."
"Hey you can't blame D-Nova!" interrupted Brian, "He's been living with that mom and daughter! How can you stop a motherfucker from that kind of set-up! D-Nova, they let you out for this huh?"
"Yeah," said Daniel Nova, a half-Mexican, half-Causation, with remarkably plain looks and style with standard issue short dark hair. "Ma β Ruth said it would be educational."
BjΓΆrn spotted Daniel's miscue: "You were about to call her mom, ah-ha! Yes! Please, umm, feel free, yes, ahh, live the fantasy! You may call her mom in my presence, I understand these, umm, fetishes."
Brian agreed: "Fuck, I'd call her momma all day! That ass is righteous. Speaking of big-booty mama's, we got the best at the wheel, ha-ha! How you doing you sexy, sexy white lady?"
"Quiet you!" she said from the front of the wheel. "Drop that tone young man, speak out of line with me and I'll backhand slap you so hard that you'll be pleasuring yourself with your pinkies!" The one-of-a-kind Miss Bolovey was a red-haired, bespectacled, large-breasted mature woman who spoke in an accent resembling an olden-times American housewife. For this jaunt she wore a tight-fitting frilly white dress shirt and a long grey skirt.
Quietly sitting behind Daniel and co was the next group. This trio featured brothers' Jay and Evan and the aforementioned Sami.
Jay, a light-brown skinned, tank top wearing teen from New Jersey, whispered to his group: "Bro, I wanna bang Bolovey so badly, so badly."
"Me too, yo, me too!" gushed Evan, an energetic, orange shirted, blond-haired teen. "Yo I'm just going to tell it all to her straight from the heart yo, see what she says." He raised his voice and spoke to his teacher: "Miss Bolovey, I'm such a big fan of yours yo, you're so hot for an older woman, not saying you're old, and not saying you're just hot in your age-bracket, you're fucking hot in any bracket! Fuck, you're so hot, yo can we have sex? Like now? Can I sit on your lap? Can I sit, can I sit? β "
"Hush! Hush I say!" she shouted to the group of boys, her face beetroot red. "Stop running your mouths and listen: if you insufferable, hormonal gooses manage to behave for this whole car ride, I will consider giving you some oral or physical pleasure β but only if you keep the yatteering and masturbatory actions to a minimum! That means you do not fondle me, you do not ask me to touch your privates, you speak amongst each other at a decibel level that I can tolerate. Do you understand!?"
"Yes Ma'am," they said in unison.