Chapitre 3992: SISTER AND MOM HAVE A MASSAGE
We had arrived at the Spa resort a week before. Mom and I had caught the bus from the airport and met up with her women friends in the Welcome Lounge. This was my third annual holiday together with mom and it would probably be the last. Dad managed to escape on a fishing trip with my sister's fiancé leaving mom and me to holiday alone. Alone that is except for mom's pals that she met up with and my sister who would be joining us part way through the holiday.
I had just turned eighteen and was heading for college at the end of the summer. I was certainly not sorry that I would no longer have to put up with being bored and being treated like a child in resorts which catered more for eight year-olds than teenagers like me.
Although it was an ideal holiday for mom and her friends, sunbathing and beauty treatments were not my idea of fun. Mom seemed to think that in having three differently themed swimming pools, the resort had ample entertainment for me.
To make our stay even worse for me my sister, Kim, was arriving part-way through the week. She was getting married a couple of weeks later and mom and dad had promised her that, if she joined us, they would pay for her beauty treatments and a massage at the Spa.
My sister was not my favorite person. She was six years older than me and had left home to live in an apartment in town. This was fine by me as at home she had made my life a misery, picking on me for no good reason.
She looked very much like mom did at her age. Mom had always been well endowed with big breasts and had a knockout figure when she was younger. Although mom was now a little heavier with her waist line not so narrow, she still received glances from men, who saw her big juggs and big ass as things to appreciate. My sister already had breasts which, though not the size of mom's, were bounteously full but going to the gym frequently she kept her stomach trim and her ass well rounded and firm.
She was getting married to Rodney, who was a ginger haired Irishman. However, he lacked all of the exciting features of vivacity and charm which one would usually associate with that combination of hair color and nationality. He was extremely boring and, picking up on my sister's disdain for me, picked on me almost as frequently as she did.
What annoyed both her and Rodney the most was my powers of mimicry. I'd fooled Kim a number of times on the phone, putting on an Irish lilt and pretending to be Rodney. I was good at doing other accents as well that amused and annoyed my mom in equal measure as I could always fool her.
On arrival, after concluding the paperwork for the resort and being welcomed by the manager, "Mrs. Cooper so wonderful to welcome you here again," mom and I were led to our separate rooms. I sat on the bed with my usual dismay at my situation. However, there was a small hope in my mind's eye as I had seen some girls as we got off the bus so thought this just could be my chance to lose my virginity. I heard other people mention that the girls were dancing trainees. One particularly pretty busty blonde girl winked at me as she went past. I decided to refrain from jacking off to allow all my precious cum to accumulate for my first fuck.
After breakfast the next day, we all met in the Welcome Lounge again for an introduction to what was available. The Assistant Manager, who told us his name was Mr. Lumley, was in full baritone voice as he described Happy Greenway as one of the top resorts of its kind.
He then introduced their special offer of the week which was the use of a small camera to take happy snaps of our holiday. There was no charge for the camera but there would be a nominal charge of fifteen dollars to have the pictures transferred to a DVD for us to take home. This would take approximately ten minutes when we handed the cameras back. I thought I might as well have one and when I looked at the camera I noticed it did have some good features like a delayed time shot.
We then all moved on for the tour, past a stall which was already selling holidays for the following year and into a building housing the main health activities. As we went through, Mr. Lumley pointed to an entrance on the left and explained that it was the Turkish Baths, which on Sundays and Thursdays was for women only.
His announcement would not have been queried except for the fact that two young men had just walked straight into the baths. Since it was a Sunday, Mr. Lumley saw the querying faces and added with an apologetic correction, "women and paramedics only." As all male staff seemed to wear the same white tunics, I wondered how he knew they were paramedics and speculated that he was probably guessing.
Further along were six massage rooms, "for males and females," he explained as if to emphasize the resort's Equality Awareness. "Our efficient administrator Miss Fox will be pleased to take all your bookings."
Miss Fox looked anything but efficient to me, chewing gum and staring into space, although her glasses did give an air of competency.
The rest of the tour didn't take long as Mr. Lumley clearly only wanted to show us all the activities that were extra and chargeable. So later that morning mom and I ended up by what was called the Family Pool. Despite looking around all the time, I never saw the girls whom I had seen on the Saturday.
As the days went on things went from boring to more boring until my sister came to the Spa. She arrived the Tuesday evening, but I didn't meet her until breakfast on the Wednesday morning. She was immediately as cutting as usual, noting I was late for breakfast, but I didn't hear her as I was trying not to stare at her tits. Even with her wearing a loose blouse and slacks, I could see that she had been using the gym frequently in preparation for her wedding. Her breasts were as big as ever, although perhaps slightly firmer, however, her waist had shrunk to a model's size. Her buttocks were clearly round and firm as she moved adjusting her chair from behind. Even her face was looking slimmer with her cheekbones making it more beautiful. She must have been pounding on that running machine for hours but it had been well worth it.
"Lucky old Rodney!" I thought as I observed my sister with a schoolboy's teenage lust. I had been jacking off for years with my fantasies of sex with my sister and I started to have second thoughts about my masturbation abstinence. Then I heard my sister telling my mom that Rodney hadn't seen her since she'd been increasing her gym attendance and she didn't want him to see her until the wedding ceremony.
"Wow!" I thought, "Rodney's going to cum in his pants as soon as he sees her walking down the aisle and she would be feeling pretty horny as well if she hadn't seen him for a while."
Later we were by the Family Pool again, but this time with my sister wearing a swimsuit. I think if she'd walked out wearing a bikini she'd have been arrested. Even with the prim body-covering swimsuit it was impossible for her spectacular figure not to show, so she carefully wrapped herself around with a sarong so that her fabulous figure did not attract attention. Mom always kept herself well covered up. She was a shy person and didn't like exposing any more than she had to.
However, my sister had to take her sarong off before taking the four or five steps to the edge of the water. As she did so I took surreptitious pictures of her voluptuous figure. Her butt muscles moved up and down as she walked and her breasts wobbled from side to side. My boner was pushing hard against my thin swimming trunks and I was hiding my swollen appendage with a covering towel.
After the swim, we had lunch and then back to the pool. I continued to take my pictures furtively of my sister and continued to have a permanent bulge in my trunks.
Later I was in my room. Watching my sister all day had made me incredibly horny. I was playing a porn movie on my DVD player and watching a young couple fucking on screen. The couple in the porn movie were clearly having sex on a massage table. They were both shaved which allowed the viewer to get a sharp image of the penis entering the vagina. The table allowed most of the favorite sexual positions to be attained and the best one was with her on her back pulled to the edge of the table. The man had a leg in each hand and was holding them as wide apart as he could as he thrust deeply in and out.
"Fucking hell!" I breathed , "just look at the penetration he is achieving. Wow, what a position!"
It was stupid of me to watch the movie while forbidding myself to jack off, still determined not to have any orgasms as I was saving my bodily fluids for my blonde dance trainee. It was very frustrating.
It was the next day, Thursday, that things blew up. My sister had a problem with her swimsuit and said that she was going into the cubicles by the pool to change. I then crept round outside the cubicles and, standing on a chair, tried to take a picture of Kim through a high window. Mom then suddenly took it into her head to go for a short walk and, as she rounded the side of the cubicles, she saw her son straining up to take his peeping Tom picture. Shouting angry words mom rushed up to me, pushing me off the chair. My sister eventually hurried out of the cubicles to be greeted by my mom explaining what a naughty child I was.
My sister looked red faced in anger and she asked mom to agree that David was a "wicked piece of shit", mom hesitantly agreed that I had been a "very very bad boy."
This utterance seemed to annoy my sister more than it satisfied her and she stormed back to her lounger giving me a hard slap on my face on the way.
My sister was still mouthing off when mom's bottle of suntan oil fell off the small table on which it had been placed and rolled down towards the pool edge about to drop into the pool. In the nick of time a young Spanish man who had the title Masseur printed on his tunic moved quickly and picked it up, returning the bottle to the table.
Mom thanked him but he had moved off before she could keep him standing there with more words of gratitude. She turned to my sister, "Kim, what's that young man's name? I'll need to note it on the list we hand in at the end of our stay of particularly helpful staff."
"I don't know," said Kim looking after the young man's disappearing back, "but he was a gentleman."
"He was a very handsome young gentleman," said mom. "Do you know what his name is David? If not run after him and find out."
Mom and Kim had given me such a hard time that I was sick of them. All the staff who worked at the resort wore the same tunics and to me looked pretty indistinguishable. "It's Juan," I said thinking of the first Spanish name to enter my head. The guy, who didn't look much older than me, had the good looks of a film star. However, as I'd seen him hand in hand with another guy I knew he would not be one for the ladies.
"Thank you," said mom with a surprising politeness.
The women then went on to discuss the beauty treatments they would have. They decided they would both have the Microcurrent toning, alcohol nail treatment, anti-aging eye care, followed by a relaxing massage.
Mom was reading the brochure. "It says here that women can even have the massage performed by a man. Apparently some women prefer it as the men can be stronger on deep kneading tense muscles."
Sister arched her eyebrows, "Well really, that's not proper. I'll be perfectly happy with my female masseuse."
Mom nodded her head in agreement. "I'm surprised it's legally allowed. It certainly shouldn't be. I have to admit that I even feel a little uncomfortable with a woman touching me, which is why I'll be wearing a swimsuit, rather than just a towel."
Kim seemed to nod in agreement. With their conservative values intact, the women carried on their planning. "It seems," said mom, "that you can have the treatments and massage in your own room. I quite like that idea. I do get a bit embarrassed in these beauty salons."
They decided that Kim would have her massage later that day with mom's on the Friday.
We were still sitting by the pool in the early afternoon. Kim was waiting to go for her beauty treatment. Mom was reading and I was fed up. The girls that I'd seen at the start of the holiday must have been a mirage as they had never shown up again.
Even the women of my family seemed a bit despondent. Mom said to Kim, "Well dear, this is the end of your freedom. Now you'll have to dedicate yourself to Rodney, that is of course when he's not going on fishing trips with your father. I'm surprised that you didn't even organize a hen night. You ought to have had at least a bit of freedom and enjoyed yourself for one night. I only wish that I had made more of my freedom at your age and sown a few wild oats."
I was surprised at mom's comments. I knew her and dad didn't have much of a sex life. I remember one time when they hadn't known I was there. I spied them through their open bedroom door and could see Dad stroking his boner, which seemed on the small size. When he was satisfied with his erection he just seemed to roll on top of mom, push a couple of times and roll off again. It had given me cause for concern that my boner was too big, that is until I started watching porn videos and realized I was just well endowed and dad was small.
Kim looked a little subdued and thoughtful as mom went back to her reading, then quickly got up and wandered off purposefully for her treatments.
Later in the afternoon I decided to have my last swim in an inside pool I hadn't tried before. It was getting towards the end of the season and the outside pools were becoming a bit too refreshing.
I swam up and down the Lap Pool being mainly undisturbed apart from an old man gently doing the breast stroke. The echoes in the pool area gave an eeriness to the atmosphere seeming to emphasize it was nearing the end of the week.
I eventually tired of the pool and was drying off in the changing rooms when I noticed a white tunic hanging on a hook in the corner. It was obvious that it had just been left there as there was nobody in the pool area who would have worn it. I picked it up and tried it on, thinking to myself that I could go anywhere I wanted to in the resort with the tunic on.
I had to admit that I looked the part. In the mirror I looked like any other member of staff. I was naked underneath but that didn't matter as the staff at the resort traditionally went around with bare legs and feet, I suppose to add to the relaxing atmosphere.
Imaging myself walking round I suddenly had a thought that I could now enter the Turkish Baths. It was a women-only day, but I could look like I was doing something important, maybe something paramedical.
I am usually a very level headed young man and would never conceive of doing anything of the kind. However, maybe it was because it was almost the last day and maybe because my hoped for meeting with my pretty blonde dance trainee had come to nothing, that I suddenly said to myself, "Fuck it. I'm going for it."
I was going to put my boxers on under my tunic but then decided to leave them off. After days of abstinence, I was desperate to jack off. If the dancing trainees had suddenly appeared in the changing room eager for sex I could have fucked them all, twice. In the Turkish Baths I could at least jack off under my tunic while looking at some naked women.
Dressed as a member of staff, I walked out of the changing rooms, past the stall which would have been selling holidays for the following year if there was anybody staffing it and into the building housing the main health activities.
As I went up to the entrance on the left I could see that the Turkish Baths was completely shut. It was at this point that I heard the voice behind me, "Stay where you are!"
I froze on the spot. It had been a lousy holiday to date and now I was in deep shit. I turned reluctantly to see Mr. Lumley, the Assistant Manager approaching me.
"Thank God you're here," he said with evident relief, "the agency said that they didn't think that they had anyone available. My stupid administrator, Miss Fox, has booked Juan to do the massage reserved for five o'clock. Apart from the disastrous fact that both my male masseurs have gone home for the day, we have no "Juan" working for us."
He was looking extremely exasperated as he detailed his problem to me, but brightened up as he said, "but anyway you'll have to do and now your here I'm going to be alright."
I was feeling relieved that Mr. Lumley had not recognized me. Was it illegal to misrepresent oneself as someone else? I was pretty sure it was. I was on the balls of my feet ready to make a run for it. However, I just stood there speechless as Mr. Lumley continued.
"Miss Cooper is in room six. She has been enjoying our specialty beauty treatments."
I thought to myself that I'd be surprised if my sister could be made any more beautiful than she already was.
He seemed to be in advertising mode as he continued with, "finishing with a relaxing eye massage with vitamin and hyaluronic enriched eye cream followed by a cooled tensor gel mask and eye smoothing patch. Miss Cooper has been told that to get the full benefit she must not remove the mask for at least an hour and that the most sensible thing is for her to wear it until her massage is complete."
I had a cold feeling of apprehension as Mr. Lumley told me to follow him into the control room.
As we entered the room Mr. Lumley began by pointing out the numerous bottles of oils and lotions on a table, which I could help myself to. He then went on to explain that the volume of the music in each massage room was controlled by a dial at the foot of each bed. The heating system was apparently old but cost effective, "like me", he joked and the radiators in each room could not be adjusted. As he made his last point, he gestured to an antiquated large radiator in the corner as an example.
Finally he said, "There's nobody else left in the building, so drop the latch as you leave. If you have any problems, for the next half hour I'll be just outside staffing the stall for future bookings then I'm off home."
I was trapped. If nobody went into the massage rooms to see my sister in the next five minutes, she would come wandering out, see me and the game would be up. On the other hand, Mr. Lumley would be just outside my only exit, blocking my escape.
Mr. Lumley passed me a bottle of oil and a fresh towel and indicated that I should go quickly to room six. As I hesitated he said, "Oh, and we have a Mrs. Cooper who has requested Juan for her massage tomorrow at five o'clock. She will be receiving the same treatments and massage as her daughter but they will be in her own room. I'm stuck for that as well. Could you do that one for me?"
"I'm afraid not." I said quickly.
"That's a pity," said Mr. Lumley, "but if you change your mind just leave a note on my desk as you go out."
He followed me out of the control room and I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked past the massage rooms to number 6 at the end. I took a deep breath and gulped as I opened the door and saw my sister on her back on the table. All she was wearing was the eye mask and a towel which looked small, struggling to cover her full breasts. The towel just concealed her nipples and areolae. At the bottom her athletic legs stretched out, a little apart. I had never seen her looking more sexy.
The wall behind her was covered by a large mirror from floor to ceiling so that I could see myself framed by the door, looking like a guilty man. I was feeling that the chances of me being able to give her a quick massage and escape were fairly remote, but I had to try my hardest.
The music, light classical, was playing at a low volume. My bare feet sounded loud to me as I stepped towards her swallowing hard. I wished I had Jimmy Fallon's powers of impersonation as I leant down next to her ear and just said, "Juan."
I tried to sound guttural and foreign as I said it, but it came out as a hoarse strangled choke. I waited, expecting Kim to sit up and rip off her mask as she screamed at me, but she didn't. She just smiled, nodded her head upwards in acknowledgement and lay back serenely.
Where should I start? I seemed to recall in the massage porn video the masseur had started massaging her feet and worked up her legs. I couldn't be sure, as I tended to fast forward through the video to the strong stuff, but I thought it was as good a place to start as any.
Finding the music dial I turned up the volume before I commenced. I didn't want Kim to recognise the sound of me clearing my throat. I splashed oil over my hands and grasped her left foot firmly, remembering that she believed the male massage was supposed to be strong. Her toenails had been trimmed and lacquered in pink varnish and I tried not to tickle her as I rubbed first the ball then the sole of her foot. I used both hands to squeeze her arches and eventually made it up to her ankle. I must have being doing something right as, even with the louder music, I could hear some pleasurable sighs coming from my client.
I'd never had a foot fetish, but somehow I found that playing with her delicate toes had been kind of exciting, so much so that I felt a thickening in my phallus. Now, grasping her ankle, her very vulnerability stimulated me as I realized I could move her legs apart if I wanted. The thickening of my penis increased as I moved my hands up, stroking a calf muscle. I had both hands gripped around her lower leg as I moved then more vigorously up and down.
The effect of my pulling and pushing was to start her whole body moving in time with my exertions. Inevitably this meant that her big breasts started swaying towards me, backwards and forwards and the towel commenced slipping down, gradually exposing more and more of her nipples and areolae.
I slowed down with my pulling and pushing, worried that she would call a halt and remove her mask. Stopping completely, I let go her lower leg and, reaching my hands up, carefully pulled the towel up without touching her, so that her nipples and areolae were fully covered again. There was no reacting little smile of gratitude for my action and, if anything, her lips appeared to purse a bit.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do with her knee, so I moved on up to her lovely thighs. I started kneading her left thigh but kept below the level of the towel which wasn't very easy. I soon had another rubbing motion going which got her whole body moving up and down again. Feeling her hot thigh had my cock hard under my tunic. As her towel started slipping down again, I grasped the top of it again to pull it to a more conservative position. This time, before I could adjust the towel, Kim grabbed both my hands with hers. I was petrified. I thought, "She's going to rip her mask off and scream. This is it. I'm done for."
However, I had truly misjudged the situation. As she had hold of my hands, she pushed the towel down completely off her breasts, then placed my hands back on her big lush breasts with a clear unspoken instruction of the massage she wanted. I knew I was playing with fire when I started massaging those big beautiful melons, but my excitement overcame my terror. I moved around the table so that I was next to her and could attack those magnificent juggs with full enthusiasm. A girl at school had allowed me to touch her breasts in exchange for five dollars, but her tits were fairly undiscernible. Now for the first time I had my hands on what I thought of as real breasts. These were like large firm honey dew melons. I gripped and squeezed and tugged and mauled them with enthusiasm. I was just getting into it when I felt her hand on my leg.
At first her right hand just touched my leg gently, but then she slid it up my leg under my tunic and I waited for her to gasp in horror when she found I was naked underneath. Never was I more wrong. She smiled broadly as she realized my nude state and excitedly sought my genitals. She gasped the word, "Magnifico!" as she grasped my huge boner with her fingers. She clearly thought she had hold of a fine piece of Spanish salami attached to the body of the handsome matador. She quickly reached across with her left hand to undo the buttons of my tunic, freeing up my phallus so that she could pull my boner towards her mouth.
My heart was in my mouth as, touching my helmet to her lips, she whispered, "Shall I carry on Juan?"
"Fuck yes!" I wanted to shout, but instead in my best Spanish accent I muttered, "Sí por favor Senorita Cooper."
My hands had been massaging the whole area of my sister's tits but as I said these words my fingers concentrated on her areolae and nipples, causing the latter to erupt in my fingers. As her nipples blossomed, Kim moaned and opened her mouth, enclosing my hot throbbing mushroom head. I bit my lip to stop myself groaning but found that it was impossible as she started sucking determinedly. I moaned, "Fabuloso Senorita!"
She seemed to like my Spanish lingo and I wondered momentarily if I could have a future as an actor. She was concentrating on sucking as much of the hard Spanish cock into her mouth as possible. She was licking my corona as if it were the end of a tasty bone from which she was determined to extract all the flavor. As she started squeezing my balls, I could feel my orgasm starting. I was feeling at that moment that I didn't care for anything except that I was desperate to shoot my jizz into my sister's mouth.
With an "AAAargh" that told her I was cumming, I relaxed as my fiery jizz unloaded down her throat. She clearly wanted to swallow as much of that Catalonian cum as possible and kept sucking and sucking me until I was spent.
If I was wondering where we went from there, I didn't have long to find out. Grasping my hands she pushed then down her torso to between her legs. I'd dreamt so many times of sliding my fingers to this delicate spot that this seemed unreal. Knowing what she wanted I started rubbing her clitoris with my fingers. Between her pussy lips was already wet from the stimulation of my massaging of her breasts, but now her genitals were awash with love juice.
As I worked her she moaned, "Oh Juan you bad boy," and then began sucking again on my cock which quickly turned again into a love stick.
Suddenly I found that she was pushing me towards the foot of the table, clearly wanting me to take it further. I slowly moved around so that I was facing her again but this time with my cock poised between her legs. This was a point of no return but I knew I could not resist. I placed my cockhead at her entrance and she screamed, "JUAN!" as I stabbed into her. I was plunging my cock hard in and out and she was moaning with each thrust. With her eyes masked, her mouth was conveying her feelings. It was opening and shutting, gasping for breath. She was clearly in another world where she thought she was being made love to by a handsome Spaniard. It was at this point that I remembered my porn film and the penetration that the man achieved when the woman was on the edge of the table,
I grasped my sister's legs and pulled her down the table. Kim's legs were now dangling over the edge of the table and pushing them aside and back I slid my hard boner in as far as it would go. The penetration I was achieving was incredible. I started a slow luxurious deep fucking motion. My hard teenage meat was slipping into my sister's tight pussy like a hot poker gliding in and out of butter.
As I rhythmically pushed all the way in and out, Kim had a smile on her lips and was groaning, "Oh you gorgeous bastardo!"
My fear of her taking her mask off was disappearing as I was realizing that she wasn't going to. The mask gave the action an air of exciting mystery. She could tell herself that she was powerless and was being taken advantage of by a handsome Spaniard. It was almost as if she could pretend that the whole scene was an erotic dream. I suddenly felt emboldened and started fucking her hard and deep.
She was smiling delightedly as she began cursing me, "Bastardo! Bastardo! Juan, I am at your mercy!"
Her body was racked with a sexual turmoil that she couldn't hide as she screamed in time to my thrusts. Her cheeks and breasts had a pink flush and I now leant forward enclosing my mouth around first one nipple then the other, guzzling those succulent teats. She continued screaming with each penetrating stab as I shafted her.
Her nipples were looking raw as I finally pushed myself further up and pushed my tongue into her mouth. This stopped her screaming and also gave me the pleasure of her tongue wrestling mine. At the same time as we were kissing, my hands grasped her breasts as I continued fucking her hard. This was all too much for my sister who was delighting in her ravishment. With my tongue in her mouth, my fingers squeezing her teats and my throbbing hard man meat in her vagina, she was pushing hard back at me with each of my thrusts.
Finally her orgasmic contractions gripped my throbbing boner. My orgasm exploded and I began jetting fiery shot after shot of cum deep inside my sister's vagina.
I only lay there for a moment before I started maneuvering her around on the massage table. I realized that as her supposed Spanish conqueror she wouldn't stop me doing almost anything I wanted with her. I turned her over and pulled her upright into a doggy position, getting up on the table behind her. She could feel my boner as big as ever slapping against her ass.
"You are my beautiful bad Spanish bull," she breathed as I positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina.
Holding her buttocks I fucked her like a dog. She was holding herself up with her arms straight and her hands flat on the table. As I fucked her I splashed oil down the crack of her ass and started working my thumb in her asshole. She loved it and moaned, "Oh you bad boy!"
However, she didn't realize how bad I was going to be until I pulled out of her pussy and positioned my cock at the entrance to her asshole. I wondered if I had gone too far as she screamed, "Bastardo," again, but her push back, which impaled her ass on my love stick, told me she was prepared for her anal ravishment.
I was concerned that as I thrust into her I would force her off the table, so I grabbed her shoulders. Holding her hard I slammed into her, my hot boner sliding firmly up her tight anal sheath. She was moaning in ecstasy as I continued pounding into her. The feeling in my penis was sensational as it enjoyed her hot asshole. My hands grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
I looked in the mirror in front of us. My sister's neck was straining as her face was pointed to the ceiling. By pulling her back tightly, her big breasts were swaying to and fro. I thumped into her, loving the sight in the mirror of her sexual enslavement.
My orgasm was the best yet. I couldn't stop myself screaming as I came. My sister had no opportunity to recognise the sound of my voice as her own orgasmic scream was even louder. I pumped squirt after squirt of hot jizz deep inside her ass.
We both collapsed on the table, but I was up before she noticed, quickly doing up my tunic. Before I left the massage room I whispered in her ear "Gracias and adios Senorita."
Entering the control room I went directly to Mr. Lumley's desk and wrote on a piece of paper. "Having checked, I can do the massage session for Mrs. Cooper tomorrow. I'll collect the towel and oils at ten minutes to five. Juan."
I knew that logically there was no reason for Mr. Lumley to think I was called Juan, but I suspected if he did try to think about it, he would just blank it off as he would see me as resolving his problem.
The next morning at breakfast had a strange atmosphere. My sister had a serene countenance with a slight smile and was warmly polite to everyone except me. Mom was in a world of her own. I suspected that her mind was on the massage she had ordered from Juan later in the day. I couldn't really see why she should be fretful considering her intention to be wearing a full swimsuit. In fact there wouldn't be that much flesh to massage.
My sister had a taxi coming to collect her late afternoon. Mid-afternoon mom gave her a hurried kiss goodbye and apologized as she had to hurry off to have a shower before her massage. She said that I would help Kim with her luggage. As she left us I heard her ask an attendant where the nearest cash machine was, although I couldn't see any urgent need for money except to give tips to the staff.
Soon after that, I was struggling along with a case in each hand, with Kim telling me to hurry up. Pretty soon I was thankfully putting the cases in the back of the taxi, but before she got into the taxi, Kim turned to me and said in a disdainful voice, "You are a dirty little pervert and always will be. I can't believe any woman will ever be willing to have sex with you. The chances are you will be having to fuck your right hand for the rest of your life!"
This didn't seem to me to be the fondest of sisterly farewells and on the spur of the moment I whispered back to her, "Gracias and adios Senorita."
Initially she looked puzzled. However her expression soon changed into firstly bewilderment then horror. I thought she was going to scream, but she thrust her fist into her mouth to stifle it. I smiled as I turned from her and walked away from the taxi rank whistling. As I heard her taxi drive off behind me, I pictured her sitting on the back seat frozen with horror.
It wasn't long before I was changing in my room into the tunic of the massage staff. As before, I was wearing nothing underneath it. With mom wearing her mask, I planned that I could be rubbing her thigh with my right hand while jacking off with my left.
As I walked into the control room, Mr. Lumley was doing some paperwork. He looked up quickly as I entered, thanked me profusely for offering to do the massage for Mrs. Cooper and handed me the oils and towels. He also handed me an access key for mom's room as, with her mask on, she would be unable to open the door for me.
Five minutes later I opened mom's door and entered calling out, "Signora Cooper it is me, Juan."
I had no need for complicated Spanish with mom. She had never recognized me before when I put on a foreign accent and now, given her expectation to hear a Spanish voice, she had no chance.
Assuming mom's mask was in place, I walked straight into the bedroom to see mom stretched out on the bed. The mask looked firmly in place but I was surprised to see that the only other piece of apparel she was wearing was not a swimsuit but a small towel. The towel was probably the same size as my sister's but, given the size of mom's breasts, looked smaller.
"Please start when you're ready Juan," mom said, trying to sound nonchalant but I could tell by her voice she was nervous.
But I was not nervous. It was obvious to me that mom was hoping for some very friendly handling. Without saying a word I splashed oil on her legs and starting at her ankle, ran my hands quickly up her leg and began kneading her fulsome thigh. As I massaged her thigh my hands went dangerously near her groin and she quickly began breathing heavily.
Suddenly she whispered in a nervous voice, "Juan, I am willing to pay extra for a personal service. There is a hundred dollars in the drawer by the bed."
There was a silence as she waited anxiously for my reply. I now knew why she'd had to go to the cash machine earlier in the day. I lowered my voice to what I hoped was a romantic tone and whispered, "Signora, you are a beautiful woman. You have a body to be worshipped. I will not take any money for giving you my extra personal service."
There was a sob of relief from mom at my statement. I didn't hang around. Pulling the towel from her I splashed oil over her huge tits. They were as big and beautiful as I'd imagined. The areolae and nipples looked succulent and I couldn't wait to fill my mouth with them, but for the moment I attacked them with my hands. At the same time I leant over and kissed mom. She immediately grabbed my head, opened her mouth and searched for my tongue with hers.
This was fantastic. I'd never realized mom would be so desperate for sex with someone other than dad. I broke out of her embrace and climbed on top of her, placing my big boner between the valley of her voluptuous juggs. As I placed her hands either side of her tits she got the message immediately, pressing them together and I slid the thick meat in and out between those lush melons.
As I fucked her tits, I leant back and, with my arms behind me, slid my fingers through her pubic hair, parting her labia lips and stroking her clitoris. Mom opened her legs to give me full access and, pushing her head forward started licking the end of my cock as it appeared out of her tit valley.
After a few licks I lost patience and pushed forward to pierce her lips with my mushroom head, but was stopped by mom grabbing my cock with her right hand. She brought her left hand underneath, cradling my balls and whispered, "I've dreamt of holding a young man's penis.
She was breathing heavily with a slight smile as she weighed my penis and testicles, marveling at the size of my staff. I suddenly had a thought and whispered back. "So Mama likes young cock, does she! Well Senora, I am only slightly older than your son!"
Having implanted the thought of me in mom's mind, with those words I pushed forward hard and was rewarded by her letting my boner slip between her lips. She sucked on it greedily and, bringing up my hands I grasped her head fucking her mouth.
Mom was really sucking me hard as I whispered, "C'mon Mama, enjoy my young fresh meat."
Mom moaned without opening her mouth and reached around with her hands, grasping my buttocks and pulling me further into that hot wet orifice. Now she was forcing me down her throat, I let go of her head and again slipped my hands behind me, sliding them over her stomach and between her legs. As she sucked me, she relaxed her legs, allowing my fingers to really get to work on her pussy. I rubbed her swollen clitoris and slipped a finger into her opening, feeling her juices on my fingers.
She was becoming frantic in her sucking and I could feel I was about to cum. Sensing my point of climax, mom let go my left buttock and brought her hand underneath me cradling my scrotum. As my jizz hit the back of her throat, mom squeezed my balls and I continued squirting my hot jizz.
After relaxing only for a moment, I pulled out and positioned myself between her legs. My helmet was gently pushing at her vagina opening without fully penetrating it. This had mom gasping for breath then screaming, "PUT IT IN!"
I then made a big decision. I reached up and went to pull off her mask, but mom grasped my hands to stop me. Even at her point of sexual passion she was aware of where she was and what she wanted and clearly she wanted our encounter for her to stay a mystery. In a way I was disappointed but then thought that at least I'd give her a fantasy fucking to remember.
With that determination I thrust inside her brutally. She screamed in surprise and pleasure as I pounded her. Her tits, which were bigger than my sisters and not quite so firm, were swaying around. I grasped them and squeezed them hard as I maintained my hard shafting. I let go of her tits to grasp her legs and push them back as much as possible. This enabled me to really achieve full penetration. Her pussy felt deliciously hot and surprisingly tight as I slid my hot teenage meat hard in and out. It made me realize that this was the first time mom had had a really big cock inside her. As I'd let go of her tits, mom's hands had automatically gone to hold her big breasts to stop them shaking and wobbling, but I would have none of that. As soon as I'd achieved my deep penetrating fuck rhythm, I grabbed her hands and determinedly pushed them behind her head. I then thrust a finger in her mouth for her to suck and continued fucking her hard. Now her tits were voluptuously wobbling in time to my thrusts. I was a teenage boy violating his own mother and I was loving it.
After a while I eased up a bit but found that mom was desperately thrusting back at me. I decided to let her off the leash and flipped her over so that she was on top and could set the rhythm herself. She was a cougar possessed. Pushing herself upright she pumped my boner, the hard meat sliding in and out of her. I stretched my arms up and squeezed her tits. She was pinioned on my erection and she was loving it. She arched her back so that she could push her melons further forward, presenting them to be enjoyed by me.
"Who are you fucking Mama?" I whispered slyly.
Mom groaned aloud and leant over me, her tits in my face and pushed back hard fucking me. I knew it. She was fantasizing that she was fucking me, her son. I lifted my head up, alternately wrapping my mouth round one luscious nipple then the other. Her orgasm was intense.
Her screams to me were music to my ears as her contracting vagina milked me, my fiery spurts of jizz shooting deep inside her.
As she collapsed on top of me I swung her to one side so that she faced the bedrail. Kneeling behind her big ass, I slipped my boner easily into her pussy and began fucking her again. Momentarily ceasing my thrusts I reached across to the table and grabbed my bottle of massage oil. The way I splashed it over her ass must have told her what was coming. As I slipped a finger into her asshole and started to prepare it she gripped the bedrail tensely.
I leant forward putting my mouth to her ear and whispered, "Signora, imagine I am your son."
With that I pushed my boner resolutely into her asshole. Mom screamed and began thrusting back as I built up a rhythm. Her big butt cheeks were rippling with each thrust and I grabbed her hair to let her know I was the boss. She was screaming in pleasure as I pulled her head back and really ripped into her.
Our orgasms were the most seismic yet as I jetted hot cum into her ass while my boner was being squeezed by her contracting anal muscles. This time as we both collapsed on the bed it was the end. I kissed her on the neck then, putting my tunic on, slipped out of the door.
The following morning, with my sister having left the day before, it was only mom and me having breakfast.
"How was your massage mom?" I asked innocently.
"It was very nice David, thank you." Mom replied nonchalantly.
"You could have some massages when we get back home if you enjoy them," I said, with a voice suggesting I wanted her to be happy.
"They're far too expensive dear," she said with a sigh.
"Well," I said, "as you know I'm starting my course in Sports Therapy in the autumn. One area which I find very interesting is the use of massage in the relief of strains etc. I've got some idea what it is about but I wondered if you would let me practice my massaging technique on you."
"Of course dear," said mom with a smile. "You can start this evening when we get home if you like."
"Great," I said, "Of course I haven't got a massage table but we can start on your bed. That should enable us to get good penetration."
Mom took a sharp breath, "Penetration?" she said with a questioning look.
"Deep tissue penetration," I explained with a smile.
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