Full Body Massage for MombyRoscoe28©
For years there has been a rift growing between my parents. Mostly it was concerning my father, who, although a good guy, was not the most romantic person. I remember my mother telling me how romantic he was when they were younger, but somehow over the years, when he began focusing more on work and getting promotions, he began neglecting my mother. He was always coming home late, always forgetting their anniversaries, Valentine's Day and her birthday, and always promising to do things with my mother but instead bailing at the last minute to go out to play golf with his bosses or clients. She had confronted him many times about it; he then makes an effort to be more romantic, but eventually falling back into his neglectful ways.
So instead, whenever he bails on her, I end up picking up the slack and do these things for my mother that he should be doing. I take her out to dinner, I watch these romantic comedies with her, I get her gifts for her birthday and valentine's day, I sometimes dance with her, I even give her foot massages when she needs it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy doing some of these things with my mother, it makes her happy and it makes me happy to see her happy. My mom and I have always been close, but still, these are things that my father should be doing himself. These are not things that a 21 year old college student should be doing with his free time. He's her husband; he's the one that should be doing these romantic things for her instead of having his own wife look towards her own son for some male attention. Eventually, it got so bad that I had to have a sit down with my own father.
One night when he came home especially late, I waited up for him to come home while my mother was sleeping upstairs. He came in at around 1am, trying to be as quiet as he could. I turned on the lights and gave him quite the scare.
"Dammit, John, you scared me," he said.
"We have to talk," I said.
"Not now, I'm tired, I want to sleep."
"No. Now," I demanded.
He followed me to the kitchen and we sat down to have a little talk I explained to him about the situation with him and mom, how he had been neglecting her. I explained to him how I've been doing some of these things that he should be doing with her, and how it should be him, not me, doing these romantic things for her.
"I don't know what to tell you, son," he said.
"I'm sorry that you have been the one to do these things for her, but what can I say I've just been too busy."
"Well you have to make the time, your wife needs you."
"What should I do?"
I couldn't believe that he couldn't figure any of this out himself. It's his wife, he should just know.
"In a couple of weeks is your anniversary, it would be nice for you to take her out to dinner and by her some flowers. Maybe even get her a pretty nice gift as well."
"What kind of gift?" he asked.
"That's up to you, not me."
"Please son, I need some help with this."
"That's not my problem, you have to figure it out yourself, and I can't solve this problem for you." With that said I got up and went to bed, leaving him to think about what he needs to do. For the next two weeks, I was afraid that he might forget about our conversation and find a way to bail out on his anniversary. But to my surprise he didn't as I found out on the morning of their anniversary when I was awaken by my mother's laugh.
I walked out of my room and looked through my parents' bedroom and saw that my father had brought her breakfast in bed.
"Look what your father did, Johnny," she said with glee.
My mother was in bed, wearing a white nightgown, with the blanket covering the lower half of her body and a silver breakfast try sitting on her lap. My father was sitting at the end of the bed, cutting up her pancakes and feeding it to her. I left, smiling and proud of my father. It didn't end there, that night he brought her flowers and candy and took her out to a dinner at a very expensive restaurant. They came home late at around 2am. I was woken up by them laughing all the way up to their bedroom. I kind of knew what they were going to be up to next and went back to sleep.
At around 7am, I was woken up by my father who was dressed up in his golf clothes.
"Listen, I have to meet a client on the range and I need you to do something for me," he said.
"What?" I asked with a groggy voice.
"I need you to make your mother some breakfast and take it up to her."
"And when you do, give her this," he handed me a piece of paper. "Tell her it's been redeemed."
"What is this?"
"It's a coupon," he said. "I made him some romantic coupons for her. It's a bunch of nice stuff to be done for her. I redeemed one coupon for her last night, if you know what I mean." I said nothing, just stunned that my father joked about having sex with my mother and bailing out on her the morning after and once again leaving me to pick up his slack. Before I got to say anything, he quickly walked out of the room and a moment later I heard him leave the house. I got up, got dressed and washed up, then went downstairs to make my mother some breakfast. It took me less than an hour to make her blueberry pancakes (her favorite), and some eggs and coffee. I put it all on a tray and carefully took it all upstairs into my parents' bedroom. My mother was underneath her blanket, sound asleep. I woke her up by gently calling out her name, her eyes slowly opened and she looked surprised to see me standing there with a breakfast tray.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Dad had to leave, he asked me to bring this up to you."
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," she said angrily. "Did he at least make that breakfast?"
"Yes," I said. I know I shouldn't have lied for him, but I wanted her to be at least somewhat happy.
"At least he did that," she said.
She moved herself up in her bed; the blanket fell off her body and stood there in shock as I saw her bare breasts. My mother saw the shock on my face and she quickly covered herself up.
"Oh, honey, I am so sorry," she said. "I completely forgot."
"It's ok, mom, it was an accident."
"Oh, I feel so embarrassed."
"It's ok, mom, I'll leave the room so you can get dressed and I'll bring this back in."
I quickly left the room; set the tray down on the floor so I could close the bedroom door. Then I waited for my mother to let me know she was ready and I could come back in. In the meantime, I was still thinking about my mother's breasts. Mostly I was thinking about how gorgeous she looked naked. I always thought my mother was a beautiful woman. She's the envy off all the other mothers in the neighborhood. At age 43, she still had a great body from consistently going to the gym; she had luxurious chestnut hair and a very young face that made most people think she was my older sister, not my mother. Now I have seen her breasts. They were D-cups for sure, and they were still full and firm for someone her age, and I was getting excited about thinking about them. I was getting a little hard-on thinking about it when my mother called out to me that I could come back inside. I told her I'll be there in a minute, giving me time to concentrate on thinking about other things so I could get rid of that hard-on I was sporting so she wouldn't notice. When it was gone I opened the door and walked into her bedroom with her breakfast. My mother was wearing nightgown and sitting up on her bed with a big smile on her face.
"Again, I am so sorry about what had just happened," she said.
"It's ok, it was kind of funny."
We both had a good laugh then I put the tray in front of her and fed her like my father did the day before. We talked and laughed a little and when she was done eating I took the tray downstairs and did the dishes while she took a shower and got herself dressed and ready for the day. A few hours later she left the house with some friends of hers and when the coast was clear I did something I never thought I would ever do. I went into my mother's bedroom and went into her bathroom. I opened up the hamper and found one of her bras on top. It was a black, lacy bra that she probably wore the night before. I picked it up and put one of the bra cups up to my face and took one big sniff. I then dropped my pants and began jerking off with the bra still on my face and thinking about my mother naked, and me making love to her. A half hour later, I shot a large was of cum into the toilet and flushed it away. I put the bra back into the hamper in the position that I remember it being in and went back to my room and for the rest of the day, felt guilty about what I had done. I didn't know what came over me, I never thought of her in a sexual way, but seeing her naked for the first time did something to me. I decided to put on some porn dvd's I had and jerked off to the images of sexy women closer to my age as a way to make me forget about what had happened, and it worked.
Over the next week, not to my surprise, my father had found ways to bail out on performing these romantic coupons for my mother, and once again I had to make up for it by doing these things for her, things that I was already pretty much doing, but nearly double. I was glad to do them to make her happy, and we never mentioned about me accidentally seeing her naked, and eventually I forgave myself for what I did afterwards and let it go as a one-time thing. Although it did get a little weird for me when I took my mother for a picnic on the beach where she wore a bikini and I put suntan lotion on her.
One day, I heard my parents arguing downstairs from my room, my mother was yelling to him about how he was being neglectful again and how it was horrible thing for him to dangle those coupons in front of her and not do any of the things she wanted to do with him.
"I want to do these things with you, not my own son. The only time you take any of those coupons is when it's for sex, and you're the one who asks me to redeem them. It's more for you than it is for me."
"I'm sorry, I've just been busy," he replied.
"You're always busy. You don't have to work so hard, you're already successful. You have to be here to work on your marriage."
This went on for a long time; eventually they stopped fighting and made up. To make up for it, my father cooked a nice romantic dinner for the both of them. I left the house while they ate and returned a few hours later only to hear them having loud sex in their bedroom. I decided to let them have more privacy and returned much later.
The next day, I came home late at night and ran into my father who was on his way out.
"I need you to take care of your mother tonight," he said and passed me another one of his coupons. "I got a big meeting with a very lucrative client.
"Oh, no you don't," I said. "Whatever you promised her, you have to do it."
"I can't, I have to go to this meeting, this is the only time that guy can talk to me. And I have to leave now because it's an hour drive."
"Thanks, you're a great son," he said and ram out of the house.
I looked at the coupon and it was for one full body massage. I went to my mother's bedroom and knocked on the door, a moment later she opened it up.
"I'm ready," she said with a big smile that quickly went away.
My mother was standing at the doorway, completely naked. As soon as she realized it was me she slammed the door. A minute later she opened it up again and was dressed in a robe.
"Oh, I am so sorry," she said. "I thought it was your father, I didn't expect you home until later."
"It's ok, mom. Really, at this point I'm used to it."
We both chuckled and that eased the tension.
"Where is your father?" She asked.
"He had to leave."
"Dammit!" she yelled.
She stomped back into her room and I followed her.
"He gave me this before he left and asked me to do it," I said and handed her the coupon.
"This was supposed to be a romantic thing for the both of us. What is wrong with him?"
"I'll tell you what, let me give you that massage," I said.
"What?" she asked.
"Let me give you that massage. I don't mind, I put suntan lotion on you before."
"That was different," she said. "I was in a bikini, and it was just suntan lotion. I'm going to be naked and you will have to rub down my whole body."
"I'll stay away from certain areas, and you'll be laying down on your front."
She thought about it for a minute before she responded.
"Well, I could use a good massage; your father has left me very tense it would be good for me."
"So let's get to it."
I left the room and waited for her to let me know when she's ready. Two minutes called out to me and I came back inside. She was laying down on her front, naked, except she was wearing some white panties. I walked up to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked down at her, her eyes were closed, her breasts were pressed down against the bed and I could see the naked sides of them.
"You ready?" I asked.
"Ready," she responded.
I began with the neck and shoulders, I could tell she was nervous about me touching her, I was too, but eventually we both relaxed as we both really got into the massage. I dug fingers deeply, but gently into her soft skin, pushing away the tense muscles. She moaned gently as I did this and asked me to go lower. She moaned as I worked my way down her back; I was tempted to make an accidental slip and touch the sides of her breasts but I pushed back the urge. I was getting excited about touching her like this, but I couldn't let it get to me. I went down to her lower back and that's when she really began to moan and telling me how she was enjoying this.
I went passed her ass, again, resisting the urge to touch her there, and went for her legs. I rubbed down one leg, as I did this her legs opened up and I got a good look between her legs. I forced myself to look away and began massaging the other leg. Afterwards, I gave her a foot massage. I had my back to her so I could avoid looking at her body and just focus on massaging her feet. As I did this, she began to moan even louder. She never moaned like that whenever I gave her a foot massage in the past, but including the full body massage I gave her just now it only made the foot massage more sensual for her.
I finished up her feet and stood up from the bed.
"That was amazing," she said looking up at me.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. She stood up from the bed, holding blanket up over her breasts to cover herself up.
"I know you didn't have to do this, John. Or any of the things you've done for me in the past. I just want to let you know that I really appreciate it."
"Its ok, mom, I'm just glad to make you happy."
"Before you go, can I get you to redeem one more coupon for me?" she asked.
"Sure," I said.
With one hand still holding the blanket, she used the other to open her nightstand drawer and pull out a coupon and gave it to me. It said it was good for one good kiss on the mouth.
"really?' I asked.
"Yes," she said. "And you better make it a good one."
I walked up close to her and quickly gave her a big kiss on the mouth. It felt wonderful, I never felt as excited to kiss a woman as I did with her. When I let go of the kiss she took a few steps back and dropped the blanket, this time it was no accident. She stood there, naked, except for her panties, smiling at me. I gave up, I couldn't resist any longer, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants and boxers to reveal my 8 inch hard-on. I grabbed her and held her close, her breasts pressed firm against my chest and gave her an even bigger kiss. We stood there holding each other as our tongues danced in each other's mouths, my hard on tapping the inside of her leg.
I guided her to the bed and laid her down on it, still kissing her. With one hand I took off her panties and gently placed that hand between her legs, playing with her warm, wet pussy. I kissed her down her neck and then down to her breasts where I began sucking on them. They felt wonderful against my face. She held my head against her breast as I began sucking on one of her nipples while at the same time I stuck three fingers inside of her pussy.
After a while I repositioned myself on top of her, she spread her legs wide open for me. I looked into her eyes as I drove my cock right into her body. She gave out a small grunt from the pain of me going into her. The feel of her pussy around my cock was better than any other woman I had sex with before. I didn't waste time as I began pumping my cock into her hard and rapidly. She breathed heavily, holding me close to her, nails digging into my back.
We rolled over and she was on top of me now. Her hands were firmly placed on the headboard, as she began grinding her hips around my cock. I had one hand in a tight grip on her hip, and the other up grabbing one of her breasts. I enjoyed looking up at her beautiful body as she was working hard on fucking me. I never had a woman on top of me before, it was an amazing experience. She grinded me good and hard, and I in turn did my best to push myself upward into her.
She got off of me and moved down my body. She took my cock and put it all in her mouth. Her head bobbed fast while her lips were firmly sealed around me shaft. Every now and then she deep throated me and gagged a little.
She finished sucking my cock and I got her on her back again and put cock back into her pussy. We held each other tightly as I forced myself to push harder into her and faster into her body, as she screamed into my ear in both pain and passion. Eventually her body arched up and shook as an orgasm shot through her body. I held on for as long as I could but eventually with one last thrust into her body I shot every ounce of cum into her.
We laid there for a long time, still naked, with her head against my chest.
"I'm going to divorce your father," she said.
"I figured that would eventually happen," I replied. "Will you be ok?"
"I'll be just fine," she said. "I got you to take care of my needs."
"I'll always take care of your needs."
"Good," she said with a big smile. "Now fuck me again."
We fucked again, and nearly every night since then.