Seducing my friend’s mother with a massage

Title: The Seductive Massage: Unraveling a Forbidden Desire

It had been a difficult week for me, and as fate would have it, my long-time friend Jake was out of town for the weekend. I was left alone to wallow in my sorrows and relieve my tension the old-fashioned way – through the pleasures of touch and release. With a heavy heart and a raging libido, I decided to venture out for some stress relief at the local massage parlor.

As I stepped into the dimly lit establishment, the scent of jasmine and lavender pervaded the air, instantly soothing my frayed nerves. A ravishing woman, her chestnut hair cascading down her back, greeted me with a warm smile. “Welcome, dear. How can I assist you today?” she murmured, her voice as smooth as silk.

I stammered slightly, caught off guard by her beauty. “I-I was hoping for a full-body massage to help me relax.” Quickly, I added, “If you are available, of course.”

Her ruby lips curled into an enticing grin. “For a handsome young man like yourself, I’m sure we can make an exception.” She beckoned me to follow her, swaying her hips subtly as we ventured deeper into the parlor.

The room was bathed in soft amber light, with soft music playing in the background. She gestured for me to disrobe and lie face down on the massage table. As I removed my clothes, I couldn’t help but notice her piercing green eyes locked onto me, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths.

The sound of her lotion bottle clicking open roused me from my reverie. Her delicate hands began to knead the knots in my back, her breasts pressing lightly against my skin as she leaned closer to work the tension from my muscles.

Lost in the blissful sensations, I barely registered her fingers trailing lower, skimming the edge of my boxers. “Is there somewhere else I can focus my attention, darling?” she purred whispered in my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

Wordlessly, I shifted onto my back, an obvious tent forming in my underwear. She visibly swallowed upon seeing my straining erection, and without hesitation, she helped me remove the last barrier between us. Her eyes widened at the sight of my thick, hard cock and the glint of a nipple piercing.

“A piercing, how daring,” she remarked breathlessly, her hand gently stroking my shaft. “I think I’ll remove the rest of my clothes as well, for comfort’s sake.”

My eyes devoured her body as she shed her silky robe in one smooth motion, revealing her voluptuous figure in all its Glory – firm breasts tipped with delicate pink nipples, a tight stomach, and beautiful curves that begged to be explored.

She straddled me slowly, our bare flesh meeting in intimate contact. I gasped as she guided me to her slick entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts. “My, my, you feel even better than I imagined,” she purred approvingly, her hips undulating sensually against me.

As she lowered herself fully onto my rigid length, I had to bite back a moan, her tight walls gripping me deliciously. “Please, tell me you’re covered,” I managed to get out between panting breaths.

She glanced down at me, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Don’t worry, dear. We wouldn’t want to make any accidental babies, now would we?” With that, she reached down to give herself a quick swipe with her finger, dripping with her own essence. Bringing her finger up to my mouth, she commanded, “Lick.”

Compelled by my arousal and curiosity, I complied, savoring the sweet tanginess of her arousal. Her hips undulated faster, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each gyration. It was all I could do to match her rhythm, my own need building rapidly.

Her moans of pleasure spurred me on, and I reached up to caress her sensitive nipples, tweaking and rolling the piercings between my fingers. “Yes, just like that,” she cried out, her walls clenching around my throbbing cock.

As we moved together in perfect harmony, her hands ran possessively over my chest, pinching my nipples in return. The slight pain only heightened my pleasure, and soon, I felt my release barreling down on me like a freight train.

“Cum for me, baby,” she urged, clenching rhythmically around me. “I want to feel your hot release deep inside me.”

With one final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and spilled my seed, her molten core milking every last drop from my throbbing length. She collapsed on top of me, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her own intense climax.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our intimate encounter. Finally, she propped herself up, a devious glint in her eye. “My, that was some massage, Ms. O’Malley,” I joked, breaking the tense silence.

She threw her head back and laughed, her melodious giggles filling the room. “You know, I should charge extra for that kind of service – I just might become the most popular masseuse in town.”

As she moved to get dressed, I couldn’t help but admire her figure once more, a sense of deep satisfaction coursing through me. I stepped into my clothes and tucked away my still-tingling member, a secretive smile playing on my lips.

Ms. O’Malley walked me to the door, her hand lingering on my arm a bit longer than necessary. “Do feel free to stop by anytime, handsome. I always have time for a … special client like yourself.” With a playful wink, she shut the door, leaving me to ponder my brazen encounter – an unexpected source of stress relief indeed.