My Mom Uses Me: The Massage

"I'm going to bed, Donny, don't stay up too late!" Mom called from the living room. Still being motherly even though I was eighteen now and could make my own decisions on staying up late if I wanted to.

"Goodnight, Mom!" I called back.

"Goodnight!" She echoed.

I turned off my music and listened. After I heard her bedroom door close I pulled out my aching cock and stroked it to fantasies of what happened and what could have happened. I came hard into a tee shirt and tossed it in the laundry basket. I did my own laundry - I'm an adult, yay! - so I didn't have to worry about Mom seeing my mess. The thoughts still swam through my head so I masturbated a second time before finally falling asleep.

The next day was back to normal, and had me questioning my sanity. Mom went to work, and because of my swing shift I went to work later in the morning, but not before getting yet another release.

When I got home, Mom was on the couch again, reading a romance novel with Fabio on the cover. Country music was playing on the stereo, this time Kenny Rogers. A light sheet covered her from the waist down.

"Donny dear, can you give me another massage?" Mom said with a hopeful smile.

I was experiencing a slight case of deja vu from what happened yesterday, like everything was running on automatic because I had done it before.

"Sure Mom, no problem," I said, again. "Let me change out of my clothes, I smell like burgers and fries." Did I always say that to her before giving her a massage?

"Wonderful!" she chirped, then saved her place in her book. I went into my room to change into a fresh tee shirt and sweatpants, after my door was closed I heard her get up off the couch and maneuver into position. It was odd, normally I would give her a massage maybe once a week, but on back-to-back days, never.

I went back into the living room and stopped dead when I saw my Mom bent over the coffee table cushion. She was wearing her tee shirt ... and oh my God, nothing else! Her head rested in her folded arms looking away from me. Her round bottom, barely covered by her tee shirt, stuck out so proudly. Her plump, hairy pussy lips, like a little nest, tucked beneath the globes of her ass and pinched between her thick thighs. My mouth was open and I was salivating at the sight. I remembered myself and walked over to my typical spot perpendicular to her and knelt again, taking my communion.

I began again as normal, working from her head down, neck, shoulders, spine and her soft sides. But with every movement her shirt rode up and up, and what was barely covering her butt at first had now slid up to the top of her butt-crack. I looked at it lovingly. I worked my way down her spine to the hem of her shirt.

"Go under again, Honey," Mom said, her head still resting on her folded arms.

I took a deep, relaxing breath and went to the hem of her shirt and slid my hands under, resting them for a moment on her hips, her naked butt so sweet, inches away. My erection growing. I began working my way up now at her soft sides and up her spine. The shirt moved up with my movements exposing her back. Her freckles, her blemishes, her beauty marks, I admired them all. She lifted herself up off the cushion to let the shirt come up and bunch up under her arms. I didn't notice it at first, but my hands roamed over her exposed back, so erotic and so lovely. But something was missing, and it took me a few minutes to to notice. Mom wasn't wearing a bra. My cock strained and throbbed in my sweatpants.

I worked under her shirt and massaged her shoulders, shoulder blades, and neck. Then she removed the shirt completely. I saw her breasts sway freely from the side, and they looked magnificent. "There," she said, " That should be much better. Don't you think?" She rested her head on her arms again. I admired the sides of her breasts as they pressed into the cushion and went back to work on the massage.

"You should massage my butt again, Honey." Mom said as I was working my way back down her spine. I briefly wondered why she didn't say "glutes," but then I didn't care, and my hands went to her hips, and I leaned forward so I could look at her cheeks and the cleft between.

"You should get behind me again, so you're not leaning over so much," she said. She didn't have to ask me twice, and I quickly got behind her. I was at my altar once again, ready for communion.

I squeezed her cheeks in my hands, kneading them, playing with them. I ran my thumbs up her crack then down again. I massaged her hips, pushing my palms into her sides. I was so hard, I was leaking precum. I reveled in her naked flesh, and drowned my senses in the touch and sight of her.

"Honey, spread me open, and hold it like that for a bit," she directed. I got my hands as close to her center as I dared, cupping each cheek, then I spread her open. It was so lovely, her little butthole a crown above her hairy pussy. "Wider." she demanded. I spread her wider, I could see the skin stretch. Her little butthole, once a circle, now an ellipse. Her hairy pussy lips once closed, dear God, they opened up for me, parting down the middle. I sucked in a breath. I could see her pink insides, like coral. It was wet and juicy, she flexed her muscles in her pussy, and I couldn't help but gasp in awe.

"Are you hard, Honey?" She asked.

"Yes, Momma!" I cried out softly.

"Take your cock out. I want to feel it against me," she said.

So I pulled down my sweatpants and my cock sprang free form its prison. Jutting out proudly from a thatch of pubic hair, precum beaded at the tip. I lifted it and leaned forward to rest it gently against the cheek of her ass.

"Did I make you so hard, Honey?"

"Yes, Momma. You make me so hard." I whimpered.

"Slap my ass with your hard dick, Honey." she said. I grabbed myself by the root and with one steady hand on her hip I began slapping my hard cock all over her butt cheek. My precum falling on her like little drops of rain. I heard her suck in a breath of air.

"Honey, rub the tip up and down my pussy lips," she said. She was the director in this from the start I realized. She had told me what to do, and I did it. So I did it again. Taking her direction, I gripped the shaft. I leaned back a little bit so I could see what I was doing. Then I ran the spongy head up and down her wet slit, feeling the curls of her pussy hair tickle my tip. She gasped a little. It felt so good, I kept doing it, up and down, up and down. Her pussy lips were so wet, added with my precum, it was a very precarious situation.

"Put it inside me, Honey!" she cried out.

"W-what?" I stammered.

She reached back and spread herself, opening her sweet, juicy pussy. "Put it inside me!" She had a tone of desperation and demand.

So I did.

I gripped the shaft and guided it to that wet, wet hole. I had just had my fingers inside her only yesterday, and now I was going to fuck her. Oh My God! I was going to fuck my Mom! The tip of my cock kissed her opening and I pushed, and her insides yielded. I let go of my cock, and pushed in. It was so wet and slippery inside her. I pulled out and pushed in again. I went a little deeper, and my mind melted in the sensations I was feeling. I grabbed her by her round hips and pushed in and out again and again, and again, until my own nest of pubic hair was pushed up against her. I was so deep inside her.

"Oh, Momma!" I cried out.

"Does it feel good, Honey?" she asked, gasping and sighing with every thrust.

"Yes, Momma!" I cried out. "It feels so good inside you. Oh it's so good! Oh!"

"Your cock feels good inside Momma, too, Honey."

"I love fucking you, Momma!" I held her hips, driving my entire length inside of her and pulling it out to the tip, then pushing it back inside her welcoming pussy. So hard. So fast.

"I love it too!" She cried out.

I let go of her hips. Still thrusting and ran my hands up and down her spine, drinking in her curves, memorizing her contours. Falling in love with her body. Falling in love with my Mom.

Momma groaned and pushed back into me, meeting my thrusts, her pussy clenching down on me. I remembered from fingering her yesterday, I had just made my Mommy cum. My Mommy came on my cock. Soon she did it again, squeezing me with her pussy. I continued pushing in and out of her, in and out, in and out.

"Momma, I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, after a few more minutes of fucking her insides. My orgasm building up inside of me, to the brim.

"Do you want to cum inside Mommy's pussy?" She asked.

"Yes, Momma! I want to cum in your pussy!" I said desperately.

"Cum in Mommy's pussy like a big boy!" She called out to me.

The pressure inside of me overflowed that brim and I felt it pulsing out of me. I gripped Momma's hips, holding onto her as it ripped through me. "Oh shit, I'm cumming! Oh shit, I'm cumming!" I repeated like a mantra as I filled her insides with my essence, my body rigid. I stayed inside her after I was spent, gasping for breath, caressing her her hips and back.

"Honey, you can pull out now?" She said.

"Is your massage all done?" I asked, still caressing her body.

"Yes, the massage is all done."

"Did you like your massage, Mommy?"

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked back at me over her shoulder. "Yes Honey, I liked it very much." She said smiling.

"Good, because I like giving you massages." I said, smiling back.

Her eyes seemed to twinkle, "Thank you, Honey. Now pull out and make yourself descent, and I will go start dinner."

I looked down at our union, and how wet and slippery everything was, and slowly pulled out, her pussy clinging to me. My shaft and pubic hair was coated in our juices. The tip was still so sensitive I pulled it out quickly. I got up and stepped back so Mom could get up. She pulled her shirt on and looked at me. She had a glow about her. One I would come to know. Then she walked to the bathroom to freshen up. I pulled my sweatpants up and went to my room, to replay this memory and listen to music. Passing the stereo I noticed that Kenny had stopped singing. How long was he silent I wondered, listening to us as we made our own music.

In my room I just laid on my bed in my own glow, listening to music. Basking in the memory of what just happened.

Shortly there was knock. "Donny, maybe you should get cleaned up too and wash yourself." Mom said.

"Okay!" I called back, startled out of my reverie. I hadn't really thought about that. Then again, it's not like I had ever had sex before. So I got up and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Dinner was done, pork chops, baked potatoes, and a vegetable medley. I tried to bring up the sex we just had, but she deflected the question. "Not at the dinner table." She said. After dinner I helped her clean up the dishes. She went into the living room to watch TV. I sat with her for awhile, and tried again to ask about the sex we just had. "Not now, Donny. We'll talk later." She said. I went to my room to listen to music and draw in a sketch book some loose scribbles of my mothers body.

Later on there was a knock. "May I come in?" Mom asked.

"Yeah!" I called back, closing the sketch book.

She came in and sat on the bed next to me. She sighed, collecting her thoughts. "Donny, did you like being with me?"

"Yes, Mom." Then I quickly added, "Very much!"

"Then that's all you need to know," she said softly, sweetly. "I'll let you know the next time I need you, okay?"

"Okay, Mom!" I said.

"Okay, give me a kiss goodnight," she said. She had never asked for that before, it was always just a "goodnight" called out from beyond my closed door. I nodded and leaned in, I was aiming for her cheek, but she turned her head and our lips met for the first time. She closed her eyes and I closed mine. It was a short, quick kiss, but it lingered.

She leaned back. "There, goodnight, Honey." She said.

"Goodnight, Mom." I said.