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A Massage from Mother
by Winterbirch (address withheld)

***

Ten year old Joey fills in when his mom's massage partner fails to 
show up. (Fb, ped, 1st, inc, oral)

***

"Oh, that's too bad," I heard my mother say, "Maybe next week?" I 
could tell she was disappointed. My mother's weekly massage was an 
important time in her week, and I hated to see her disappointed.

"I can give you a massage!" I said, as she set the phone down. "I 
know I'm small, but I can do it." 

My mother looked at me with a shy smile. She was so beautiful, 
with auburn hair and bright blue eyes, and breasts that filled out 
the tight blouse that was tucked into her mini skirt. Even at the 
age of ten I knew a handsome woman when I saw one.

"Well, I don't know, Joey…" She said as she turned to face me.

"I can do it Mom, I'm strong – see?..."

I could tell she was hesitant, but then her face brightened and 
she said, "OK, Joey, let's try it. I'll get changed and I'll meet 
you in the massage room in five minutes."

Mom was lying down with a towel covering her when I opened the 
door to the massage room. I climbed up on the table and began to 
rub her shoulders.

"Is it OK if I sit on your bottom? I asked as I kneaded the knots 
in her shoulders. "Yes," she answered, and I settled my bottom 
down on her firm buttocks.

I worked on her shoulders and back and continued down her back 
toward her bottom, which was covered by the towel. I moved to 
massage her legs, hoping to see a little of her pussy, but she 
held her legs tightly together, and when I finished with her feet, 
she said thank you and asked me to leave the room so that she 
could dress. I felt a tingle of excitement as I left the room, but 
at ten I didn't know why; I only knew I hoped she would want a 
massage next week.

Monday came again, and I went to Mom and asked her if I could give 
her a massage again. She smiled and said, OK. Again I was to meet 
her in the massage room.

When I entered she was covered with a towel, as before. I squeezed 
her shoulders and worked my way down her back to her buttocks. 
This time, as I worked on her legs, my hands gradually moving up 
her legs toward the dark crease under the towel, she spread her 
legs a little, and I saw some curly hairs peeking out.  Suddenly 
she said that the massage was over and asked me to leave so that 
she could dress.

The next week it was Mom that came to me asking if I was available 
to give her a massage. I entered the room as before and went 
through my usual progression of massaging her shoulders and back 
and buttock. This time, however as I worked my way up her legs, I 
saw that she had spread her legs a bit. Light colored hairs peaked 
out from under the edge of the towel where the cracks of her butt 
cheeks came together. I moved my hands to massage the upper thigh 
of her left leg, moving closer to the dark triangle. Her legs 
opened a little more to give me room and I plainly saw the 
butterfly shaped lips of her pussy, like little ears surrounding a 
darker opening. 

Pretending to carefully massage her upper thigh, I firmly pressed 
the back of my fingers into the wet softness between her legs. I 
heard her let out a quick gasp. Emboldened, I began to explore, 
tracing the line of her lips down to a small nub at the top of her 
pussy. She spread her legs a little more and began to move 
slightly as I pinched it gently between my thumb and first finger. 
Not knowing exactly what to do, I slid my fingers up and into the 
now quite sticky opening to her pussy. I let one finger enter; 
then two, then three. It seemed the more fingers I had in her the 
more firmly she pushed again my little hand. Suddenly, I felt her 
convulse a little around my fingers as she let out a soft moan.

She said a soft word of affection, wrapped her towel loosely 
around her and weakly left the table. I didn't know why, but as I 
went to leave I had to adjust my penis in my shorts as it poked 
stiffly against the fabric of my underwear.

It was two weeks before my mother asked me if I could give her a 
massage again. But this time she said she was going to give me a 
massage first. She said I had earned it.

When I came into the massage room she was dressed in a short robe, 
and she asked me to strip down to my boxer shorts and lie on my 
stomach. I turned away from her, pulling off my T-shirt and shyly 
easing off my shorts. I felt exposed in just my boxers, but Mom 
didn't say anything and I lay face down on the soft towel covered 
table.

 Standing at my head Mom began by scratching my head and massaging 
my scalp and neck. Her hands felt large and cool as she reached 
forward to caressed my back and shoulders.  Moving to the left 
side of the table she eased her way down to my bottom, cupping my 
cheeks and kneading them in a circular motion. She moved down my 
left leg, squeezing my thigh muscles and my calf. As her hand came 
up my leg I felt her reach inside my boxers and lightly touch my 
little ball sack with tip of her finger nails. I felt a jolt go 
through me and instinctively lifted my butt a little to give her 
more room. She then removed her hand and slid both her hands up 
the back of my legs under my shorts. I melted as she touch the 
skin of my little butt cheeks with her bare hands. 

"Let's take these off," she said as she tugged at the pant legs of 
my boxers, "After all, I'm your mother and I've seen you naked 
many times."

I didn't say a word, and obediently lifted my butt as she pulled 
my boxers down past my ankles and threw them onto the chair.

"That's better; you have such a cute little butt," she said as she 
lightly slapped my bottom and then resumed her caressing. I felt 
my face warm at her compliment. 

Having finished a deeper touch massage she began to lightly skim 
over my skin, barely touching me with both her finger tips and her 
nails. I felt her go up my back and down my sides. She tickled my 
bottom and skimmed down the outside of my legs. She came up my 
left leg with the backs of her nails and as her fingers slowly 
inched up between my legs I instinctively let my legs open a 
little and began to raise my hips.

I felt her blowing on my ass hole, as she began to tickle the line 
that ran from my anus across my scrotum to my little penis. She 
tickled my ball sack and ran her finger lightly up and down my 
little shaft. It felt like a feather, and I raised my hips higher 
to give her better access. She reached under my hips with her 
other hand and gently pinched the purple tip of my penis, which by 
now was fully firm. I raised my hips higher, and felt her grasp my 
rigged cock and gently pull it between my legs as she began to 
milk it between her thumb and first finger. I was now up on all 
fours and was in ecstasy. I felt a pleasant tingle as I looked 
between my legs and saw her fingers slide up and down my little 
shaft until I shook with an aching pulsing as I squirted out a 
milky fluid which my mother caught in the palm of her other her 
hand.

"Let me go get you a warm towel," she said softly as she opened 
the message room door and exit the room. I lay in the stillness, 
still not sure exactly what happened, but certain that what ever 
it was I wanted more of it.

In a few minutes mom returned, a wet wash cloth in her hand.

"Turn over Joey, and let me clean you up a bit."

I slowly turned over, aware that my penis had shriveled back to 
its little nub, and a little embarrassed to have my mother not 
only looking at me, but washing me.

She gently took me in her hand, squeezing the droplets from the 
tip of my penis, while slowly washing me with the warm cloth. She 
cooed words that made me feel at ease, calling me her little man, 
and telling me what a beautiful body I had.

"Do you want me to give you a front rub?" She asked quietly. As I 
nodded she moved to my head and slid her hands down my chest. She 
neaded and messaged my shoulders and my neck, my chest and then 
began stretching her arms down past my hips and onto my thighs. As 
she stretched she leaned against my face. Her soft terry towel 
smelled fresh as I heard her whisper, "It's OK, you can look 
inside."

I reached up and pulled aside her robe, exposing her full breast 
with its large areole, light brown against her milky skin. I 
reached in and stroked her nipple, which seemed to jump at the 
touch of my small hand.

"Kiss it, Joey," I heard her coo, "suck on it, like when you were 
my baby."

I pulled her breast toward me with both hands and nestled it 
tightly against my mouth as my lips separated and drew the half 
inch long nipple into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue.

"Oooh, that's good!" She said, brushing my little cock lightly 
with her finger tips. My penis jumped and I could tell I was 
beginning to become erect again.

I massaged her soft breast as I nibbled and sucked noisily on her 
nipple. Her breast sagged a little as I pulled on it. I moved to 
her companion breast. Then I pulled both breasts together, sucking 
on both her nipples at the same time. She squealed with delight, 
continuing to tickle and manipulate my hard little member.

"Oh Joey," she panted, "you are soo good at that! Let me give you 
something else to suck on." She disappeared from view for a moment 
and then she climbed up on the massage table minus her robe. My 
mother was naked above me and my eyes roamed hungrily over her 
breasts and down her smooth stomach to the light colored thatch 
that grew between her legs. She parted her knees and place her 
pussy directly in front of me as her hands gathered in me privates 
. I stared at her pussy as she encouraged me to explore. I reached 
up to touch the moist area between her legs. She gave a start as I 
separated the large folds, uncovering a small hard point of flesh.

"Yes," I heard her say, her voice breathy and excited. I pushed on 
the hard button and felt her jump.

"Take it in your mouth," she whispered, lowering her crotch into 
my face.

I separated her pussy lips with my fingers and reached out with my 
tongue, tasting the salty goodness of my mother's vagina. I 
slipped one of the folds into my mouth and sucked it in. I found 
that hard point again with my tongue and licked it again and again 
while my mother squirmed. I found the hole between the lips first 
with my fingers and then with my tongue. I inserted one, then two, 
then three fingers into her; all the while continuing to swirl and 
press into the hard point of flesh at the front of her pussy. I 
felt her arch against my hand as she came with short pulsing 
bursts.

"Oh, Joey!" she said, "Don't stop, oh yes, yes!" The pulsing 
stopped and I felt her settle her weight on me, groaning a little 
as again I felt her gather my balls and my erect little penis into 
her hands.

"I guess it's my turn again," I heard her say weakly, and then I 
felt her mouth on the tip of my hard ten year old penis. She stood 
it straight up with her hands, wrapped her lips around the tip and 
then began going up and down my shaft. I could feel her moist 
mouth sucking on my cock while her fingers tickled my balls and 
caressed the outline of my ass hole. In a matter of minutes, maybe 
seconds I again felt that urge welling up in me and I was soon 
pulsing in ecstasy, while my mother milked my cock with her mouth.

"That was amazing, Mom," I said as she slid around to face me. Her 
eyes twinkled as she smoothed my chest with her hand, and rested 
her breast against my arm.

"You are quite a little guy," she said. "But you know that this is 
our little secret. Others wouldn't quite understand." she said as 
she played with my nipples and brought her knee up over my now 
wilted penis.

"I know, Mom," I said, "I love you, and I wouldn't do anything to 
hurt you."

"You're such a treasure," she said and pinched my cheek. "Now, 
time to get dressed." With that she slid off the table, grabbed 
her robe and left the room.

I lay there in a haze for a few minutes and then drifted off into 
sleep.
