This is just a part of a longer story. Best is to read them in order. Any constructive feeback is welcome.
Chapter 6
It was morning again.
Sam felt wakedness creeping up on him. He was warm. Not in an unpleasant way. He felt relaxed. He was almost surprised at how at ease he felt. For once it wasn’t his pulsating erection that woke him up. He was actually soft!
He sensed his mother’s soft, curvaceous body cuddled up to his side. Her arm was holding on to his shoulder and her silky smooth leg was laid over his own.
His left arm was embedded between her large breasts. It felt great to be so entwined with such meaty pillows.
But his mouth was dry and he had to get up. This was the last free day he had before having to go back to work, like normal people.
‘Normal people’. There is a word. He couldn't really see himself as …‘normal people’. Normal people don’t live in a fake relationship pretending they’re married to their mother.
His mother was still asleep beside him. The early morning light shone in on her. She looked so beautiful and only her lower body was covered by the blanket as usual.
Her big, perfect breasts rose and sank slowly with her calm breathing.
Sam smiled at himself. It felt good to be able to stare at her when she was asleep. He didn’t have to hide his lewd glances. He didn’t have to worry about ‘getting caught’.
He couldn’t resist the temptation. He lifted the blanket that was covering her hips.
His eyes widened and he became fully awake!
Yvette’s small panties had slid to the side.
Her whole massive and bald pussy mound was exposed. Her panties had crunched up towards her thigh and her slit was plainly visible!
Sam felt himself salivating. He quickly checked to see that his mother was still asleep.
When he was satisfied that this was the case, he carefully slid down a bit on the bed, to get a better look.
He didn’t realize it, but his mouth hung half open as he studied her private parts intently.
Those chunky labia were moist and thinner, pink folds, peeked through her slit.
Lowering his glance he could spot a wet trail going from the bottom of her slit down to where her buttcheeks began to pout out.
Even the inside of her thighs looked a bit wet.
Sam absorbed as much of the view he could and eventually covered her with the blanket again. He felt himself swelling. The relaxed and relieved feeling he’d woken up with was none gone.
Sam got up and got busy with his chores of the day to clear his head.
About an hour later his sweet, sexy mother came to him as he was sorting through some folders in the kitchen. She was wearing a baggy, long t-shirt and her hair was the usual morning mess. But she looked so hot and cute.
She gave Sam a warm hug from behind. He felt her thick breasts press against his back and his groin activated again.
“Did you wake up without morning wood today?” she asked jokingly and she tugged at the hem of his pants.
How…? Damn! She must’ve seen his morning boner while he was sleeping one of the earlier days, Sam thought to himself.
“Haha.. nah…”, he said, trying to sound unbothered.
“Ok. Just let me know if you get… uncomfortable… so I can help you and we can give the neighbours something to gossip about,” she said and made her way to the shower.
Once she was done they both sorted household things in silence during the forenoon.
It wasn’t an awkward silence in any way. Sam stole glances at his mother now and then.
She was wearing a jeans skirt and a bright pink shirt with a tight top under. Well, all tops were tight on her of course. But he managed to sink his mind into what he was doing and his third leg kept at bay. Well, until…
“Oh! The mail man!” Yvette blurted out looking through the kitchen window, “I’ll get the mail and then you come out and kiss me,” she told him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Yvette set off through the front door. Sam hesitated, but he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t heard what she said. Looking outside he saw his mother’s rolling hips making their way out to the mail box on the curb. The mailman was there and had just delivered their mail.
Sam walked out, as he came closer the mailman nodded him a greeting and moved on with his little mailtrolly on wheels.
“Hey babe, any mail today?” he said as confidently as he could and laid a hand on his mother’s hip.
She turned around as if he’d pulled her towards him with a surprised gasp. Sam was a bit taken back. Hadn’t she just told him to come out after her. Now she acted… ah… she acted…
As the realization landed, Yvette rose to her tippy toes and closed her eyes. Sam got back into character and planted a kiss on her lips.
He imminently felt his mothers slithering tongue force its way into his mouth and she had his arm in a firm grip around her waist. To anyone else it probably looked like he was the one holding her firmly though.
The french kiss lasted much longer than necessary to fool the mailman. He was already putting mail into the neighbours box down the street and Sam could feel his pants begin to tighten. His bulge was now pressing against Yvette’s belly.
The kiss broke off and she gave him a broad smile and they shared a deep eye contact for just a second.
Those eyes… she saw straight through him, Sam thought. But there was no judgement, no teasing. Just pure love.
They walked back to the house holding hands.
Back inside they got going with what they were doing before. This time Sam caught his mother sneaking peeks at him now and then.
He didn’t say anything. But it felt exciting. It was as if she wanted to say something, but didn’t.
It continued throughout the day and after lunch he’d figured out what her eyes were seeking. She was always glancing over at him when he stood up or turned her way. Her eyes were always drawn down at his crotch.
She was checking out to see if her son was hard or not!
Sam had a bit of fun with it. He deliberately positioned himself so that the front of his pants would face her often and enjoyed how he could get her head to turn whenever he did this.
Just as he was devising a plan to maybe let himself get a bit stiff, to see how she would react, the doorbell rang.
It was Dr. Emelie. She had a great big suit-case with her and asked Sam to help her carry it in. It was heavy, but not really a problem for Sam.
Emelie thanked him and opened it up. It was a foldable table of some sort.
Dr. Emelie started folding it out and it proved to be a massage table.
“Today is your third and final session,” she explained, “You’ll give each other a massage.
You might want to change into something more comfortable,” she said, eyeing Sam's outfit.
Sam was wearing cargo pants with a belt and a long sleeved t-shirt.
“Yeah, ok. What should I wear?” he asked.
“Surely your beautiful wife can help you out,” she said and smiled at Yvette.
His mother agreed and brought Sam to the bedroom. She told him to strip and threw him a pair of grey sweatpants. They were the baggy kind, which made Sam relax a bit. He was already feeling tension in his nethers and was afraid his hardening dick might show through any tight kind of pants.
He was a bit hesitant about getting naked in front of his mother in broad daylight, but she quickly got busy getting naked herself. So Sam hurried up to change whilst she was busy putting on her favourite, fluffy bathrobe.
Sam purposely didn’t look at her. He knew he’d get aroused and start swelling if he did.
As he was putting a t-shirt on Yvette stopped him.
“I can’t give you a massage if you’re wearing a t-shirt,” she scolded him in a friendly fashion, “Now come on.”
As they came out to the living room again, Dr. Emelie had set up the massage table. It was a beige thing with padding that looked like fake leather. On the top end of it was one of those padded rings that you can put your face in when lying on your belly.
Dr. Emelie didn’t manage to hide her gaze as Sam came in shirtless. He was kind of a hunk, that could not be denied. His tall muscular upper body really did catch her eye as they walked in.
But she quickly became professional again and turned on some soft, ambient background music.
Beside the bench she had a couple of small bottles with scented massage oil.
She explained to them that it was essential for a loving couple to be able to touch each other. Through the touch one could really show one’s true emotions. Also, it was important to read the other person's body language, because the ‘body can’t lie’, as she put it.
She asked Yvette to get up on the massage table and lie face down. When she had done so, she gently pulled the top of her robe down, exposing Yvette’s naked shoulders and back.
“Now, Mr. Robert, you stand here and hold out your hands,” she told Sam and dripped a little of the massage oil into his palms.
She instructed him to start gently on his partner's neck and shoulders.
“Have you ever given your wife a massage before?” Emilia asked, noticing his stalling.
“Eh, no.. I mean, not like this… eh, on a bench…,” Sam stuttered. He felt like a foolish little boy all of a sudden.
Emilie stood on the opposite side of the table, Yvette on her belly between them. She took his hands and laid them on her shoulders.
His mothers skin was so warm. The doctor guided his hands to make circular motions over his mothers back, now and then sliding up the sides of her neck.
Yvette whimpered with pleasure every time his hands pressed up her neck. Sam could feel her muscles under her skin. They contracted and relaxed in pace with his motions.
After a few moments Emilie removed her hands from his and let him go at it on his own.
Sam quickly forgot about the doctor standing in the room. It was really nice to give his mother a back rub. Her breathing and quiet sighs let him know that she was enjoying herself.
Although it was sensual to be touching his mother’s naked skin like this, it was more romantic than ‘hot’.
Until Emelie interrupted him, “Ok, now you move down to her legs,” she instructed and made Sam move down along the massage table.
She folded Yvette’s fluffy, pink bathrobe up a ways. Now his mother’s whole, curvy legs were out in the open, only her behind was covered by the bathrobe.
She dabbed his palms with some more of the slippery oil and put his hands on Yvette’s calves.
Sam stroked his mothers lower legs up and down. She had really sturdy and firm legs. She probably had to have that, to support her heavy chest, he thought to himself.
“You can also move up the leg,” Emelie hinted.
Sam tentatively started moving his palms higher up on his mother’s legs. The closer he got to where the bathrobe covered her ass, the more she moaned.
Sam tried to gauge the doctor’s reactions from the corner of his eye, but she didn’t seem phased at all from his mother’s lewd sounds.
“That’s it,” she even said when his fingers slipped up high and touched at the lower part of Yvette's buttcheeks.
“Now you can turn over Mrs. Robert,” she said to Yvette.
Sam’s eyes widened as his mother turned over to her back on the massage table. Her big, heavy breasts were hypnotizing to watch as they moved with her upper body with a kind of delayed reaction. They looked huge and her big nipples were fully erect!
Yvette was of course not wearing anything underneath and Emelie tried to hold her bathrobe in place to cover her hips and pussy as she turned.
“Leave it. We’re all adults here,” she smiled and the doctor backed off.
Yvette’s tit’s looked really big now on her chest. They sloped slightly out to her sides but were still firm enough to block her sight down. She laid her arms along her sides which only pushed her swelling breasts together even more. Sam felt like he was staring intently at her nipples and cleared his throat in some half ass attempt to seem unbothered.
“You have a really beautiful body Mrs. Robert,” the doctor complimented, “You’re husband is very lucky.”
Yvette only smiled and closed her eyes expectantly. Emelie poured some more oil in Sam’s hands and laid them down on the upper parts of his mother’s bulging breasts.
“This is where men often can get carried away,” she told him, “although a breast massage is nice, it’s the nipples that are the most sensitive parts of them,” she said softly as if she was explaining it to a teenager.
“Make sure to also give them attention.”
Sam went to it. Carefully at first, not trying to avoid his mothers stiff nipples, but still keeping his hands mostly around the sides of her swelling breasts.
He saw his mother’s face smiling with closed eyes. Whenever his palms would graze over her nipples she’d open her mouth slightly and inhale. They seemed very sensitive indeed.
“You can also pinch them slightly, “ Emelie said and leaned in from the other side of the table, “Like this.”
She laid her hands over Sam’s and steered them to Yvette’s nipples. She manipulated his fingers so that the nipples came between his thumb and index finger and gently made him squeeze and pull. Almost like a milking motion.
Yvette let out a soft grunt and her eyebrows rose over her closed eyes.
This was immensely erotic, not only to his mother, but also for Sam. He could feel himself swelling down below and moved his hips closer to the table in an attempt to hide his more and more obvious tented pants.
This resulted in him pressing his boner against his mother’s arm where she laid on the table.
All this while he hadn’t dared to look down, where he knew his mother’s naked sex was on display. But now that hurdle came galloping towards him.
“And now, let’s go lower,” Emelie almost whispered to him.
She poured some oil directly on to Yvette’s lower belly. Sam obediently moved his hands down and caught the fleeing puddle of scented oil before it could make its way towards his mom’s fleshy pussy mound.
As softly as he could he slid his hands over her belly and downward, making sure to stop and turn back up before he reached to where her enticing slit began.
Sometimes when he pushed his hands upward, her skin stretched and her labia parted a little. Sam wasn’t sure, but he could swear he saw her clitoris poke out between the upper part of her folds. He was now rigid like a stone pillar. His dick was aching.
Just as he was starting to breathe heavily himself, the doctor cut in again. Sam felt as if he’d been saved by the bell.
“You can of course imagine where to go from here,” she said with a sly smile, “ But now it’s Mrs. Robert’s turn.”
Sam stepped back, covering his groin with his hands. Yvette climbed off the table, her robe still hanging open.
“Wow! That was great my love,” she said and winked at Sam.
“Your turn, “ Emelie said and patted her hand on the massage table.
Sam saw his chance to hide his boner and quickly climbed onto the table and laid himself down on his stomach. It was very uncomfortable for his swollen member to be pressed down under him like that. But better than having the women see it. That would feel much more embarrassing.
The padded massage table was warm and slippery from his mother. It felt very nice to feel her body heat on him.
He was already shirtless, so doctor Emelie just gave Yvette some oil and she began massaging him.
This was very nice. His mother really knew what she was doing. Her small hands and delicate fingers felt as if they were really following his every muscle.
She also continued down his lower back and slid her hands around his defined wings and everything around his spine.
The only uncomfortable part was when she put pressure on his lower back and it pressed him harder on to his own boner underneath.
But that was a small price to pay for having her nimble hands and fingers caress his skin.
He heard Emelie mention his legs and that she could bring a towel for his butt.
But his mother told her not to fuss and suddenly he felt his sweat pants being pulled down.
He had been lured into such a relaxed state that his reflexes were too slow to grab hold of them and hinder being stripped.
He felt the air on his ass and the silence that filled the room.
Damn. Now he was ass-out in front of these two women. Sam felt very exposed and just hoped that no one would say anything. After a short pause he could feel his mother’s gentle hands traveling along his legs.
The sensations that shot through his loins every time she came higher and higher up on his thighs was excruciating, but also extremely arousing.
Not that it was possible for him to get any harder than he already was, but he really felt himself pulsating now.
His mother was much less shy to let her hands slide around over his butt cheeks than he had been. It seemed that she was really enjoying herself, making sure to let her hands go anywhere they wanted.
Then came the words he had dreaded.
“Ok, now turn around and lay on your back please,” Emeleis voice said with a hint of hoarseness.
Sam froze. He was harder than ever and if he turned around, well… he was liable to smack someone in the face with his erection.
“I can’t.. I’m.. eh…”, he stammered.
“Now you do as the doctor says,” Yvette advised him.
Sam turned his head to his mother, “But mo-”, her stern stare stopped him mid-word.
“...more, move.. if I MOve.. well. I’m hard and…”, he felt as if he managed to save his almost blunder.
“I’m sure the doctor has seen a naked body before, now do as she says,” Yvette commanded in the sort of way that ends any protest.
Sam felt his cheeks turning red and he didn’t dare to look any of them in the eye as he cumbersomely turned over to lay on his back. He felt his swollen, rock hard dick swaying with every move of his hips.
He heard the doctors faint gasp and then how she tried to smooth it over with, “That’s alright. This is actually the intended effect of this exercise,” she said but it was clear that her voice was faltering.
Sam laid on his back and simply closed his eyes.
Now it was out. They’d seen it, it was pointing straight up and hard as steel. There was nothing he could do about hiding it anymore.
The moment of silence was excruciating. He could only faintly hear the oil being dripped into palms and then he felt his mother’s soft hands on his chest. Ever so slowly she rubbed his well defined pectoralis and slowly made her way downward.
Sam, grit his teeth and keep his eyes very shut. He would feel his hard dick swaying in the air as Yvette’s motions rocked his body slightly. She went on to let her hands graze over his six pack, he could feel her naked belly pressing at his left arm from the side. Her skin was hot and slippery.
His boner twitched.
He heard Dr. Emelie whisper to his mother, “Well, I think you two can manage the rest. I can come over for the bench tomorrow. Have fun…”
His mother’s hands kept on massaging him slowly, she was now down on his thighs. He heard the front door close and opened his eyes.
His mom stood by his hip, one hand on his stomach and the other on his thigh, very close to the base of his raging dick.
She looked at him enthusiastically and said, “This must be killing you son. Just lay back and I’ll fix it.”
Sam’s mind was buzzing. He didn’t know what to do, but when he felt Yvette’s hands gently close around the base of his cock he let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
It was like a dream come true and it felt so incredibly good, but at the same time, he felt so very exposed and a bit shameful for letting her do this.
He could only try to numb his guilt with the excuse that she liked doing this for him.
Sam was big and his mother’s hands were small. Even her grip didn’t reach all the way around his girth and even when she had both her hands on it, the head was still free.
One hand left his skin for a moment and then returned again. It was now very oily. Slowly she began stroking his length with both of her hands. From way down at the base, all the way up to his glans and back again.
Her grip was firm around it, but still delicate at the same time.
The sensations running through his lower body were sensational. He knew this could not last very long though.
Soon he felt the familiar urge to let loose. Deep within his scrotum a geyser was welling up. When he felt it pass its maximum, he raised his head to warn his mom.
But he only had time for a, “Ugh, I’m…”, when he felt the volcano erupt!
To his amazement, Yvette had snake-like reflexes and dove down on him. Her mouth planted itself on the head of his dick and her lips wrapped tightly around it.
He was too surprised to say anything… and then he came!
He felt gush after gush of his manly fluids shoot out of him like from a fire hose.
His mother was holding onto his cock firmly with both hands and breathing quickly through her nostrils as he was filling her mouth.
Sam didn’t want her to have to go through such a thing and lifted his head towards her face, to make her understand that she didn’t have to.
Yvette just pushed his hand away and planted it right back around his pulsating manhood.
Sam could only watch in awe as she swallowed with the whole head of his dick still in her mouth. It felt like paradise.
He knew he’d feel awkward in a moment ,but for now… it was so unbelievably sexy that any weird ambiance afterwards would be worth it.
After what seemed like a gallon of him had made its way into his mother's mouth he began to ebb out.
Yvette kept her lips sealed around his cock and he felt her tongue circle around the tip of it, scooping up whatever it could find.
Finally she slowly let her grip go and his dick slip out of her wet mouth.
Sam wanted to say something, but had no words.
His mother had to swallow a couple of times before she said, “There. That was much less messy,” and then she shot him a gleaming smile.
“But mom… you didn’t have to…, Sam began but got cut off.
“Dear, I know you might find it a bit weird, but it’s only bodily fluids. I mean, we exchange those when we kiss also and this is no different really. Well, except there’s much more of it,” she said with a cute giggle. Instinctively she licked her lips and then moved up along his body, “You drank much more of my fluids when you were little. Now I’m just taking some back,” she winked and gave him a light hug. Her slippery and firm breast pressed against his naked chest.
“Now, let's go and get this oil stuff washed off,” she said and helped the naked Sam off the now slippery massage table. He let himself be led to the bathroom and stood there dumbfounded as she turned on the water and checked the temperature.
“Come on, you can do my back and I can do yours,” she almost ordered and stepped into the shower. It was much bigger than their old shower in the apartment, but still not really made for two people.
Yvette poured him some soap and then herself some. She turned her back to him and started lathering up her breasts in front.
Sam stood there feeling lost for a moment until he finally manned up and started lathering up his mother’s back.
He still didn’t really feel that he was allowed to take his liberties with her so he kept to only her back and waist. Although, when washing her sides it was impossible to not accidentally brush his fingers against her sideboobs all the time.
Sam's dick had calmed down by now. Not that the sight in front of him was highly erotic, but his manhood was in resting mode now. That felt good. For some reason he felt as if he was offending her with his erection. Sam understood that his mother was not at all offended, quite the opposite it seemed. But still, it felt as if he showed off his lack of self control or something.
Maybe it was just a natural reaction in relation to one’s mom, to feel like that or maybe he was a bit afraid of where it might lead him.. them… because he had been truly surprised daily by his mother’s inhibitions about sex and their ‘acting’ like a couple.
It felt like she sometimes wanted this more than even he did? It was hard to tell, she didn’t have a hard on to give her away and her nipples had always been hard and poking through her shirts for as long as he could remember.
Maybe it was the fact that she was turned on by him in the same way?
Everything pointed to that, but Sam’s mind had a hard time accepting that. She was the adult here, the mature one. Wasn’t she the one who was supposed to set the boundaries?
It was now Sam’s turn to have his back washed. He turned around and let Yvette rub soap all over his back. Again, she was less shy about where her hands went. His butt got a good lathering up also. All the time he could feel her warm breasts brush up against his back. The soap made every inch of skin slip against each other so smoothly.
But as her hands went around his waist and tentatively were making their way down the front of his stomach Sam tensed up. He felt the tingle in his balls and was afraid to become hard again.
“Maybe you should do your own front honey,” she said, sensing his reluctance.
They both washed up and Sam tried to not look too much at his naked mother in the shower with him. He knew that his cock would betray him and swiftly stand guard if he even let that door open a little.
They dried off together and brushed their teeth. His mom had only wrapped the towel around her waist, so her huge tits hung free. Watching her brush her teeth was a pleasurable sight indeed. Her huge and heavy breasts swung vigorously off her chest as she moved the toothbrush back and forth. Sam fought away his thoughts and managed to only stiffen up a little. But he imagined he got away with it.
His mother went to bed without putting anything on, and seeing how much naked time they’d spent together this evening Sam thought it would be off-putting for him to get dressed in underwear or something. So he also snuck in under the covers in the buff.
Sam fell fast asleep before his head even hit the pillow.