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Archive name: mikesmom.txt (F/M-teen, exh, mast, size)
Authors name: ddwriter (ddwriter45@yahoo.com)
Story title : Massaging Mike's Mom

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Massaging Mike's Mom (F/M-teen, exh, mast, size)
by ddwriter (ddwriter45@yahoo.com)

***

Ben's ability to control himself is put to the test by 
his friend Mike's foxy Mom.

***

Mike Johnson and I have been friends since before high 
school, and grew up just a few blocks from each other. 
We're both now 19 and in college. This summer we are back 
in our hometown and see each other every few days. He is 
working part time for a retail store, and I'm studying 
therapeutic massage three days each week.

Yesterday we planned for me to come over to his parents' 
house after lunch and hang out at their pool, which is 
very private and secluded with a high fence and trees 
around it. When I arrived, I came around to the side of 
the house to the private entrance to their backyard. As 
I've always done when visiting their home, I tapped on 
the gate and walked on back around the hedge to the pool 
area. There was Mike's mom, Judy.

Judy is a knockout. She is 38 years old, and looks 25. 
She is petite, only about five feet tall, trim and lean, 
and with the greatest set of breasts I've ever seen - not 
that I'd ever actually seen them bare, but they are often 
on display in the tiny bikinis that she usually wears 
around their pool. Yesterday was no exception. Judy was 
lying on a padded area on the ground reading when I 
appeared and greeted her.

"Hi, Ben. Mike said you'd be coming over. He asked me to 
apologize for him. His manager called a few minutes ago 
and asked him to come in to work because another worker 
called in sick," Judy explained.

"Oh, all right, Mrs. Johnson," I replied. "I'll come back 
another day."

"Would you like a coke or a beer, while you're here?" she 
asked. "You might as well relax and enjoy the pool 
awhile."

"A beer would be great," I said. "Thanks." I was glad to 
have an excuse to hang out with her.

"Have a seat. I'll get a cold one for you," Judy gestured 
to the comfortable pad strewn with pillows as she went 
into the house.

I said down against some pillows beside a short table. In 
a few minutes Judy returned with a beer for me and one 
for herself. As she leaned over to put the beer on my 
table, her breasts hung deliciously in front of me, only 
slightly supported by the tiny bikini top. 

I tried to avert my eyes, but no doubt my interest in the 
view was obvious to her, as her knowing smile and 
twinkling eye suggested. She took her time arranging the 
coaster and slowly pouring my beer into a glass, seeming 
in no hurry to stand up, all the while allowing me to 
gaze furtively at those beautiful mounds.

We sat and chatted for several minutes. Mike's dad works 
8 to 5 in an office and Judy does freelance writing from 
home. She explained that she was taking a break to enjoy 
the perfect weather this afternoon.

Conversation turned to my therapeutic massage program, in 
which Judy seemed quite interested.

"Do you get lots of hands on practice?" she inquired.

"Some, but never enough," I replied, interpreting her 
question as an intriguing opening. "I never get tired of 
giving massages, and always learn from the different ways 
that different people respond."

"Well, we might have a match here," she grinned. "I love 
massage too, but rarely have the opportunity. Care to 
practice on me?"

I could hardly contain my glee at the prospect of being 
able to finally get my hands on this beautiful woman, who 
had starred in many of my masturbation fantasies for 
years.

I invited Judy to lie down on her stomach as I retrieved 
a bottle of massage oil from my backpack. I squeezed some 
of the oil onto my hands and started massaging her feet, 
gradually progressing up her legs. Her bikini bottom was 
a thong, and as I approached her buttocks, she sensed my 
hesitation. "Anything that's not covered is fair game," 
she volunteered. "Go ahead and massage my butt if that 
body part is included in your method. I'm not shy."

So, I proceeded to knead her gluteus maximus muscles for 
several minutes, trying to maintain a professional 
manner. After all, this was the mother of my friend, so I 
didn't want her to think I was turned on.

After a few minutes, it was time to continue my 
progression up her spine to the lumbar and thoracic 
areas. She reached behind her back and unhooked her 
bikini top, saying "Here, let me get this strap out of 
the way for you." I proceeded to work my way up her back 
and down each arm. The bulges of the sides of her ample 
breasts were tantalizing, but I resisted the urge to 
touch them.

"Now it's time for the front," I said. She promptly 
rolled over on her back, holding her bikini top to her 
breasts but not re-hooking it. She just positioned the 
small fragments of cloth to cover her nipples and put her 
arms out to her sides, ready for me to massage the front 
of her body.

"Some clients like to have a cloth over their faces 
during this part," I explained in a professional voice. 
"It gives them a feeling of privacy. What's your 
preference?"

"Nice idea," Judy responded, turning to her side and 
reaching for a small towel, which she folded and placed 
over her eyes. That movement caused her bikini top to 
slip to the side as her soft, flowing breasts shifted, 
exposing one nipple.

I tried my best to not let my massage technique be 
affected by the delicious sight before me. Her smooth 
round perfect nipples are dark brown and about the size 
of a half dollar. I again returned to her feet, working 
my way up her thighs and to her tight stomach. The side-
to-side motion of my hands on her abdomen caused her tiny 
bikini top to slip even further, now exposing both 
nipples. 

Perhaps feeling the cloth changing position on her 
breasts, Judy lifted the cloth from her eyes and noticed 
that her breasts were now entirely revealed. "Oh, my," 
she exclaimed in mock surprise. "What have we here? Oh, 
well, I guess there's nothing left to hide. Do you mind 
if I just get this out of the way? Or, would you prefer 
that I put it back on?"

"Whichever way you are more comfortable, Mrs. Johnson," I 
replied. "If you would like for me to include your 
breasts in the massage, they should be bare, of course."

"Do you usually massage breasts when you work with 
females?" she inquired.

"Many women are shy, and prefer not to have their breasts 
massaged," I answered. "But others find it pleasant and 
relaxing."

"Well, like I said, I'm not shy," Judy reminded me, 
tossing her bikini top aside and replacing the towel over 
her eyes.

So, I proceeded to massage her torso and breasts, 
attempting to maintain a strictly professional manner as 
my hands worked that amazing soft flesh. I kept reminding 
myself that this was therapeutic massage, not a sexual 
interaction. But my throbbing erection told me otherwise.

When I finished, I sat back as Judy slowly began to move 
from her deeply relaxed state. "Wow, that was great!," 
she said softly. "Thanks a million."

Without bothering to replace her bikini top, Judy sat up, 
cross-legged, and took a couple of deep breaths to 
reawaken her body. After a few moments, she asked, "Would 
you rather I put my top back on? I don't want to make you 
uncomfortable. It just seems that since you've already 
seen everything, there's no point in being bashful."

"I'm not uncomfortable, Mrs. Johnson," I replied. 
"Besides, you have beautiful breasts."

"I guess I am pretty lucky in the chest department. I 
like it that you appreciate the boobs of an older woman," 
she chuckled, fishing for a compliment. She leaned back, 
arms outstretched behind her for support, and looked down 
at her chest.

"Oh, I do!" I glanced at her breasts but tried not to 
stare.

"Ben, I appreciate that you are trying to be discreet, 
but you can look at them all you want. You won't 
embarrass me. In fact, I like the attention." She clasped 
her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest with a 
little wiggle, making her soft breasts to sway from side 
to side. "Feast your eyes," she said with a smile.

I accepted her invitation to gaze at her breasts without 
looking away.

"Do you like the jiggle effect?" she asked, twisting her 
body quickly side to side, causing her gorgeous tits to 
flow across her chest. "Men seem to like that."

"Oh, yes!" I said, following them with my eyes. My erect 
cock was pushing hard against the end of a cul de sac in 
my shorts, so I discreetly pushed it to the side with my 
hand to relieve the pressure.

Judy noticed my movement and smiled. "Looks like I may be 
causing a problem there," glancing at my crotch. "Maybe 
we should change the subject. How about if I give you a 
massage now? I'm not a pro like you, but I was paying 
attention to your technique and could give it a try."

The prospect of this beautiful, nearly naked woman 
caressing my body was more than I could have hoped for. 
However, I had a problem... 

My penis is nearly eleven inches long when erect, and at 
this moment it was throbbing. To hide my frequent 
erections, I often wear bulky knee-length shorts and an 
over-sized tee-shirt so there's plenty of cloth to cover 
the evidence. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to 
conceal my erection from Judy if she massaged me.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," I answered.

"But I would really like to. Lie down here and let's get 
started," she directed.

Feeling unable to resist, I stretched out, stomach down 
on the pad. "You don't expect me to be able to give you a 
proper massage with all those clothes on, do you?" Judy 
queried. 

I slipped my shirt over my head, hoping she would be 
satisfied with that. No such luck. "How am I supposed to 
massage your thighs and buttocks with those pants on? Off 
with those too," she insisted playfully.

"But I'm not wearing underwear," I protested. With a wave 
of her hand she dismissed my objection. I was out of 
excuses.

I managed to get my shorts off without displaying my 
eleven-inch throbber, and quickly laid down on it, safely 
hidden.

Judy started as I had, with my feet and worked her way 
slowly all the way up to my neck, shoulders, and arms.

"Ok, time for the front," she declared, foreclosing all 
options. 

"But, I'm not wearing anything," I objected weakly.

"Ben, remember, I'm a mother and an adult woman. I've 
seen penises before. Don't worry about it."

"But I've got a har... I mean, an erec..." I mumbled 
incoherently.

"You're a healthy young man. I would expect you would 
have an erection in this situation. I've seen those too. 
You were very professional as you massaged me; I'll be 
equally professional with you."

So, I rolled over on my back, exposing my huge cock to 
Judy's gaze, trying to swallow my embarrassment. Her eyes 
widened as she saw its size, but otherwise didn't react.

"You might like to put the towel over your eyes to help 
you feel more private," she said as she reached over me 
to get the towel. As she reached, her bare breasts hung 
only inches above my face. She seemed to fumble longer 
than necessary with the towel, giving me a few precious 
moments to admire her delectable mounds. She placed the 
folded towel on my eyes, nudged my arms out to my sides, 
and instructed me to relax and enjoy.

Judy proceeded to give me an excellent massage from foot 
to neck. As she worked around my upper thighs and hips, 
her hands barely grazed my scrotum a couple of times. As 
she massaged my abdomen, her hands brushed the underside 
of my rigid cock, causing it to jerk in spasm. Otherwise, 
she didn't touch my genitals. But knowing that she was no 
doubt feasting her eyes on my monster boy while I was 
effectively blindfolded was so erotic I could feel precum 
oozing out and dripping on my abdomen. 

Although I could see nothing, when she reached across me 
to massage an arm, her nipple brushed my lips once. "Oh, 
Ben, I'm sorry. I don't mean to make this harder for you 
. . . so to speak," she added with a smile in her voice 
as she realized her double entendre.

"No problem," I croaked. "I didn't mind at all."

"Your self-control is admirable for a young man, Ben," 
Judy continued. "Most young guys would get aggressive 
when they are turned on as much as you obviously are. I 
appreciate your maturity. Stay still and I'll make the 
same 'mistake' again". She then intentionally brushed her 
breasts over my face and teased my lips with her nipples. 

I followed her instruction and stayed completely still, 
not even moving my lips or tongue to lick or kiss those 
delicious nipples. In a short time her breasts brushed 
the towel off my face, so I had a full view of the 
bountiful sight above me. Judy seemed intrigued with my 
ability to contain my urge to take control.

Sitting up, she said, "Well, Ben, it looks like your body 
is pretty relaxed except for one part," glancing at my 
throbbing cock. "Would you like for me to massage that 
muscle too?" I was only able to nod my assent.

Judy straddled my upper thighs, put some massage oil on 
her hands, took my cock firmly in both hands, and began 
to stroke it with excruciating slowness. Each time her 
slick hands passed over my corona, I felt a spasm that 
brought me ever closer to orgasm. But she kept her motion 
slow enough that I couldn't climax. 

A few times she rubbed my cockhead over her puckered 
nipples, which were at about the same height. From my 
viewpoint, my cock looked huge against her petite body 
and slender hands. Only her ample breasts seemed in 
proportion.

"This massage doesn't seem to be relaxing your big 
muscle, Ben. Maybe I should stop," Judy said, teasingly. 
She knew I was getting desperate.

I shook my head no, terrified that she would leave me in 
this unbearable state.

"But wouldn't you be embarrassed if you had an orgasm 
now?," Judy asked. "After all, I'm your friend's mother. 
I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"That would be OK," I croaked. "In fact, I really need 
it."

Judy seemed to contemplate this, continuing to slowly 
stroke my aching cock, precum seeping from the end. After 
a few more minutes of this teasing, Judy proposed, "I've 
noticed that you and Mike like to play competitive games 
- would you like to make a bet with me?"

"What kind of bet?" I asked, worried about what torture 
she might have in mind.

"Put your hands behind your head. If I can't make you 
move your hands within thirty minutes, without hurting or 
tickling you, then I'll give you an orgasm. If you move 
your hands, you're on your own. Deal?"

"Deal," I said, not knowing whether I could withstand for 
a whole half hour the tortuous tension that Judy was so 
skillfully causing.

So the contest began. She stroked me close to orgasm 
several times, then sat back and watched my aching cock 
bounce in the air, seeking one more moment of 
stimulation.

After several minutes, Judy reached for her beer, which 
caused her breasts to sway enticingly just over my face. 
She stayed in that position a few moments, jiggling her 
breasts within inches of my hungry eyes. Her temptation 
was nearly successful, as I yearned to reach up and 
caress them. 

Taking a sip of her beer, she said playfully, "Oh, how 
inconsiderate of me, having a drink without offering you 
one. But since you can't move your hands, how about if I 
let you lick beer off my breasts?" 

With that, she poured some beer in a shallow saucer, 
dipped one breast, and brought the nipple to my mouth to 
suck. She repeated this several times, until my thirst 
was quenched but my lust was only intensified.

Returning to my genitals in seriousness, she spread my 
legs and sat between them. She grasped my scrotum just 
above my swollen balls in her left hand, squeezing just 
hard enough to extend them away from my body. She hooked 
her left index finger around the base of my cock. I 
didn't know then why she was doing this, but I soon found 
out.

By gripping with her left hand and slowly stroking my 
cock with her right hand, Judy was able to sense when 
semen was beginning to enter my cock and to feel the 
involuntary contraction of my balls as my orgasm neared. 
By stopping her stroking at just the right moment, she 
could bring me excruciatingly close to orgasm.

"You're a tough one, Ben. I have only five more minutes 
to overcome your self-control," she said tauntingly yet 
playfully. "Looks like I'll need to bring out the heavy 
artillery." With that, she stroked my cock until she felt 
semen begin to enter the base of my cock, and my balls 
tighten up. She stopped stroking immediately, keeping her 
left-hand grip. One small drop of semen oozed from the 
tip of my cock as I groaned in agony. Judy watched, 
entranced.

"All you have to do is move your hand to your penis and 
stroke it, and relief is yours in seconds, Ben" she 
taunted. "How about it?"

All I could do was make a guttural sound like "No." My 
tension was nearly unbearable, but I was determined to 
win this contest.

"OK, then let's try it again. Let's see how much pressure 
you can stand." She repeated the procedure, letting one 
more drop of semen emerge, her left hand sensing the 
exact moment for her right hand to stop stimulating me. I 
writhed in agony, thrusting my eleven-inch cock 
helplessly into the air, desperate for one more touch.

"Well, Ben, it looks like you've won the contest. But 
your reward will be on my schedule. I'll let you have a 
complete orgasm, but you won't know exactly when." With 
that warning, Judy repeated her teasing several more 
times over the next 20 minutes. Each time, I hoped 
desperately that this would be the time of my 
deliverance. 

Finally, she continued stroking slowly as I began to 
ejaculate. Then she plunged my cock deep into her left 
breast, rubbing it on her nipple as I unloaded spurt 
after spurt of hot semen directly at her nipple.

When I was totally spent, Judy said, "Relaxed now? Do I 
give a good massage?" I could only nod appreciatively 
with a smile.

As we lounged in exhausted silence, Judy remarked, "Now I 
know why Mike calls you 'horse'!"

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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