章 1544: MASSO JOE

I was just finishing lunch in the cafeteria with my buddies when the power went off. With a swooshing sound the lights blacked and we were left in semi-darkness only offset by the emergency lights and the light from the windows. Continuing to joke and finish our lunch, the teachers starting coming around and said that school was finished for the day and we should return home.

Not waiting to anyone to change their minds, we quickly said our goodbyes and I started home looking forward to a relaxing afternnon. As I approached my house I saw a minivan with a Masso Joe logo, a phone number and the words "We come to you".

Now I know my mom is a great yoga fan, and likes to run 5 and 10K charity races, but she never mentioned anything about massage. Thinking to myself that there isn't much to massage because she is all of 4"11" and 95 pounds, a nice flat belly and adequate B cups, which she likes to push up with her various bras. My friends kid me that she could pass for an older sister because of her petite size.

I opened the door and all was quiet except for some music coming from the basement. Usually the basement is only used in the evening so I headed to the top of the stairs and peered down. There I saw this well built guy in a dry fit shirt and track pants. His arms were thick and the shirt hugged both his arms and chest. He wore a belt with a spray type bottle and he would squirt something on his hands and then start to rub my mom. I quickly realized that the bottle was his oil as his hands slide effortlessly over my mom's back.

My mom was facing the opposite direction with her back exposed and her bottom covered with a towel. She could not see me but the massage guy, I assume it was Joe, could. He was about 25 years old and he looked up at me without skipping a beat. He gave me a mischievous smile and a wink. He then proceeded to lift the towel and expose her naked body. He looked at me and gave me a "watch this " look, as he oiled is hands and forearms and proceeded to use them down her back over her butt and down her legs. Even in the dim light of the room I could see the shine that the oil had left.

This was the first time I have ever seen my mom naked. Sure she walked around in a towel after a shower, in yoga pants and a sports bra, but here I was seeing my mom lying naked on her stomach, being rubbed but this young fit stud. My eyes migrated to her ass which looked as white as 2 - 40 watts globes. They were perfectly shaped with not a bump or a blemish. I could now see that Joe was enjoying this as much as I was as he ran his hand along her side and grazed around the edge of her breast. He repeated this several times. Each time sliding his hand deeper against her B cups. He would then move to the other side and repeat. By now, My cock was rock hard and I was ready to jerk it, but I could not move away from the show evolving in front to me.

Joe continued to oil his hands and started to massage mom's butt. It is small and round and his larger hands easily manipulated her round cheeks. As he massaged, I watched his hand slide down the crack of her ass as if to stimulate her in a sensual way. As he moved from cheek to cheek he always had one hand slide down that crack. I say my mom stir as he did this and noted how her legs would open slightly as if to give him more space to work. Joe would look at me to reinforce that I was enjoying the show, which both my head and cock nodded in approval.

Joe moved down to massage her calves and legs slowly inching up to her pelvic with long lingering strokes moving from one leg to the other, always ending up focusing on her inner thighs. Although I could not really see from my angle, I knew that he was teasing her pussy lips. I watched again as she opened her legs and titled her ass upward as if beckoning him to touch her sex. Joe read the signals better that I as he slide his hand under her pelvic while rubbing his thumb as against her ass bud. I could hear my mom moan in pleasure as Joe continued to toy with her sex. She would squirm and occasionally jerk as he continued to probe. I admired his technique and patience as he would tease and move away, tease and move away, wanting her to build up to extreme pleasure.

I was going nuts watching this, not able to understand how Joe could move this slowly and methodically taking control of my mom's senses. It was like he controlled her body to do what he wished with it, but focusing on providing her pleasure. My cock was raging hard, and it took supreme effort not to unload.

Although the music was still in the background I really couldn't hear it, my mind focusing on Joe and my mom. Joe gave me a glance and picked up a towel and reached for a sleep mask. Joe handed my mom the mask and told her to cover her eyes with it and turn over, holding the towel up to block her view from seeing me.

She asked "why the mask" and Joe responded that removing one of the senses would enhance the other senses, which she seemed to buy and covered her eyes. He made the music somewhat louder and motioned me to come downstairs. At first I was hesitant. What is she lifted the mask... What is she heard me,... What if... What if... Fuck it I said to myself and quietly moved my way downstairs next to Joe. He looked at the tent in my pants and laughed out loud to which my mom asked why he was laughing. He quickly replied that the particular song reminded him of a funny incident that he would tell her about after the session. But mine was not the only tent in the pants as I could see the bulge in his track suit looked bigger and thicker than mine.

Joe took out the bottle of oil and squirted some on my hands, motioned me to rub them together and them took my wrists and laid my hands down on my mom's breasts. He started me off indicating the right pressure and speed and then moved back to watch me massage my mom's breasts. I am not sure if mom could feel my hands shivering and shaking because I was so nervous, yet so excited. I rubbed those lovely mounds of flesh with tenderness, thinking they used to feed me as a baby. I played with the nipples which were firm and pointed like small bullets. Almost in a trance I felt Joe move me to the side as he massaged mom's flat belly running his hands close to her vagina and then moving away. As he did on her back, he now massaged her thighs, and inner thighs teasing and caressing as he went. With each graze of her pussy I would hear her moan and spread wider. Joe positioned me to get the best view as the teasing subsided and became committed to a mission. Mom's pussy was swollen and wet, and not from the oil. Her natural lubricate was escaping from her vagina. Joe spread her legs wider as her toyed with her outer pussy lips. Lovingly caressing one side then the other. He then focused more on the inner lips as he continued to assault her sex. Her body was squirming with pleasure as he continued. Her fingers moved to stroke her breasts, still slippery from the oil that was left from my massage. Joe then took my hand and indicated to insert one finger into her pussy. I followed his lead and slide one finger into mom. It felt so warm and wet and squishy. Joe then indicated to insert a second finger which also slide in easily. I looked down at my pants and saw a sport forming from precum that I could not control. Joe indicated the speed to which to move and I watched him lick his fingers and start to massage mom's clit. Together I was finger fucking my mother and Joe was rubbing her clit. Mom's moans became louder and although mom rarely swears, I hurt her say that this felt fucking good. Her hands were moving faster on her breasts and I watched her chest move up and down as her breaths became shorter and faster.

Joe, your hands feel so fucking good and she then began giving instructions... a little to the left, faster... harder... I followed her instructions as well as I could, my fingers now pumping in and out like a train locomotive. Then with a final gasp, I felt her cunt muscles clamp down on my fingers and her body shake in orgasmic delight. I felt her hand grab mine and push me away from her now overly sensitive pussy. I had an initial concern that when she touched me that she might know it didn't feel like it was Joe's, but she obviously had other things on her mind. Joe moved me to the side and started to calm her down until her breathing returned to normal. She asked if she could remove the sleep mask and Joe responded not yet. She blindly reached for Joe to thank him for an extraordinary massage and said she needed to repay him, but not with money.

Joe, you made me so fucking horny. I need your cock.

Joe moved closer to her and stripped off his track suit. I noticed that he did not wear any underwear.

I watched as mom still blindfolded rolled on her side and started to stoke and suck his cock. This was better than any porn I ever watched as my mom was giving a first class blow job to this younger stud and he was enjoying it. It didn't take too long before he was literally fucking her mouth and she was matching his rhythm stroke for stroke. Joe climaxed into her mouth and we both watched as she swallowed it all licking her lips and moaning So good.

I thought that this party was over when Joe helped her from the massage table and asked her to lean up against it with her legs spread open. Although still blindfolded and confused, she obeyed. Joe had me strip naked and motioned me behind her and had me grab her hips. He then took my rock hard cock and ran it up and down her still wet and slippery cunt. The waves of pleasure poured through my body as a guy was rubbing my cock against my mom's pussy lips. He then motioned me to enter my mom's cunt and fuck her.

Mom seemed surprised that Joe could recoil so fast after the blow job but she related it to his youth. So here I was holding my mom's hips. Her leaning against a massage table and me fucking her while thinking it was Joe. I tried to remember every porn movie where the guy pounded his girlfriend. My hands squeezed her waist, and I am sure leaving marks. I was in heaven for the short time that it took to make me cum. My orgasm was so intense I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out with pleasure as my mom's knees buckled with pleasure of her own. Her spent body now lay over the massage table as she tried to catch her breath for the second time in a short span.

Joe now motioned me to leave as he had to conclude the session which obviously went much longer than expected. I slinked my bare ass out of the basement and went to room to get new clothes. I headed down to the kitchen for a snack as mom came upstairs wearing an open bath robe. She was surprised to see me home this early and quickly tied the robe, coving those lovely tits I had just massaged. I explained the power outage from school. I asked her why she was wearing her robe and she introduced me to Joe. I told them that I saw the van in the driveway.

Not being content with how the afternoon had gone, I asked mom if she was ok, because her face seemed so flushed. I saw Joe almost explode when he heard my comment. She said the basement was hot and she was ok and to stop asking so many questions. So I returned to my milk and pie, gave Joe a wink for the special time we shared together.

On the way out, I asked Joe for a business card. I am going want to talk to you.After my afternoon experience, I could not sleep. My mind kept replaying the afternoon events and how my body was stimulated by my hands on my mom's soft warm flesh and how she reacted to my touch. I felt a sense of power to provide pleasure in my fingers. Even now, thinking about the pleasure of my oiled hands against her soft flesh, caused my cock to go rigid. I picked up my laptop and googled massage. I wanted to know and learn everything about massage. So for the next couple of weeks I researched massage and different techniques. I watched hundreds of you tube videos, of a therapeutic, sensual and erotic nature. I watched women with men, men with women and yes some men with men to make sure I covered all bases. Some of the vids were so hot, I could not help jerk while watching them. Massage had got me totally aroused. I even watched some lesbian porn, because if I had to satisfy a woman, I wanted to know how to use my hands, my fingers, my lips and my tongue.

I studied Swedish, Californian, Shiatsu, Thai Yoga, Body Slide Thai and Tantra. I was a walking encyclopedia of massage knowledge but yet had no practical experience. Every night before sleep I would run a massage routine through my head. Which technique to use and what body part. How to move from therapeutic to sensual. How to tease and release and tease again. And finally how to bring my massage partner to a final orgasmic release.

I felt ready to call Masso Joe. Picking up the phone one late afternoon, I placed a call to Joe.

"Hey Joe, this is Jay, I assisted you with my mother's massage if you remember."

"Remember", he laughed, "it was one of my greatest experiences. I never thought we could pull it off. Did you ever discuss it with your mother?"

"Right now it is still our little secret. But Joe: after that afternoon, I became consumed with massage. I have done extensive reading and watched all sorts of videos. I was wondering if you could give me some training, and if I could practice some techniques on you?"

I hear hesitation in his voice, but finally he said, "Sure. Can you come by my studio later this evening around 7?"

I was so excited during supper I gobbled my food down and packed a bag and advised that I would be going to the library for a couple of hours to study. Mom kissed me on my cheek and went to do the dishes.

I arrived at Joe's Spa early, but fortunately he was free. Looking me over he said. "So how old are you kid?"

To which I replied, "My name is Jay and old enough to know what I want."

Surprised by my confidence, he backed off his attitude and started to speak to me in an adult manner. "So Jay what intrigues you about massage?"

"I am not really sure why, but I have always been a touchy feely kind of guy. I enjoy the human contact. But more importantly I enjoy providing pleasure to others. To know I can bring people along a path to pleasure...ecstasy is a real turn on for me."

"You know that I have studied hundreds of hours to learn massage."

To which I replied, "I had studied hundreds of hours of reading and you tube. I know it is not the same but I am truly serious about this."

Joe gets up and throws me a towel. "Go shower in the back room and join me in room 2."

The shower was clean and proper filled with soap. I scrubbed my body down, not exactly knowing what to expect, paying particular attention to cleaning my cock and ass. Wiping myself dry I wrapped the towel around my waist.

Joe was waiting in room two, the lights dimmed and music playing in the background.

"Throw your towel to the side and sit on the table. You seem nervous" he said, "So what I try to do is immediately calm my partner down by placing their hand on my chest and my hand to their chest and breathe together to a certain rhythm."

Taking my hand to his chest and feeling his against mine, he told me to close my eyes and follow his breathing. At first I was out of sync with him, going at twice his pace, but slowly I relaxed and our breaths flowed in unison.

"Very good" he said "Now lie down on your stomach" as he draped the lower half of my body with a towel. "Firstly you must warm your hands and the oil in your hands before placing them on your partner."

I lay there drinking in all he had to say. His hands artfully flowed over my upper back and neck, even indicating where I had stiffness in my right shoulder. He was using various techniques, of pressing, effleurage and tapping, all of which I had read about but never experienced. His hands were strong and pressed my body into the cushioned mattress of the table. I felt the towel being lifted from my butt and Joe's hands and forearms massaging and manipulating my ass cheeks. I felt his hand slide between my legs and jerked in response to his touch. No one had ever touched me like that, but it was very arousing. He continued for a bit and then moved to my calves and legs. His technique was similar to what I saw him doing to mom and with each stroke of his hand it moved farther up my thigh. He separated my legs apart and now focused on playing with my little ass bud with his thumbs. I squirmed with his touch, but in a pleasurable way, knowing that my cock was rock hard under me. I felt his hand slide under my pelvic and instinctively lifted my butt to give him access to stroke my cock with his oily fingers. Fuck it felt so good that I wanted him to continue. But he slowly moved away and focused back to my calves and thighs.

I felt a slap on my butt and as Joe said, "It's my turn now" as I watched him undress.

"You know", I said, "If you would have stroked me one or two more times I would have cum."

Joe smiled, "Yes I know, but massage is not about immediate gratification. It is a process that builds to a climax. The longer the process the better the climax. So let's see what you have got", he smiled warmly and he lay face down on the table.

My cock still somewhat hard, I oiled my hands and forearms and started to gently shake and roll his body to warm it up. I moved from his shoulders to his waist, to his ass to his hips, thighs, calves and then to the other side.

"Good start" Joe commented, as I began to work on his upper back. It was far more muscular than mine and would need more pressure as a result. I pressed my elbows deep against his strong muscles trying to exert more force than my hands alone. Joe continued to instruct me and give me tips about the back massage.

I them moved down to his butt, and applied a similar technique that he used on me and my mom. He moaned when I slide my hand down the crack of his ass and rubbed against his scrotum. I would rub his ass cheek while leaving my hand inside his crack , gently rubbing his anus as I massaged his glutes. Joe then propped himself up and assumed a "child's pose position" something I have seen my mom do as part of her yoga practice. It is like a prayer position, on your knees with your chest resisting on the mat.

"I like this position", Joe said "Since it stretches the back."

I like this position also, I smiled to myself as it gives me free access to his ass and balls. I used my forearms over his butt to release some lower back tension while I stared at his butt and hanging balls. I oiled my hands and cupped his balls, gently caressing them between my fingers. They were surprisingly hairless and smooth. I heard a moan coming from Joe. I slide my hands deeper between his legs and felt for his large thick cock. My oiled hands stoked up and down and I could feel Joe's appreciation of my touch. He would tilt his butt higher to give me more freedom to roam. But the more he wanted me to touch, the more I moved away only to return and tease some more. The more I teased the more he would moan and tilt his ass. This is the power and control that I was looking for. Every time he jerked in appreciation, my cock jerked in kind.

Suddenly I slapped his ass and said, "Time for massaging my front."

"You learn well young Jedi" he joked as he rose from the table, his cock 7 inches and parallel to the floor.

I took my place on the table lying on my back, my cock still hard from excitement. Joe looked me over and said "I think a little manscaping is in order." I had a puzzled look on my face as he continued. "I think you need to trim that bush of yours, it is a little unwieldy", as he grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and playfully pulled it seeing if he could remove it from its roots.

His strong hands rolled over my chest and he paid attention to my nipples as he massaged. He rubbed my belly in a clockwise direction. I knew his hands would be approaching my cock and was excited to know how it would proceed. As expected I felt his fingers caress my balls. I didn't need to look to know that this was the hardest erection I have ever experienced. I felt his fingers toy with the head of my cock while the other hand stoke the base. As he stroked he talked.

"You know my actually name isn't Joe" he laughed. "It is actually Matt. When I graduated Massage school, it was difficult to find clients, so I got involved with the gay community, and offered them well priced massage with a hand finish."

As he talked he kept manipulating my cock in several different ways. It was hard to focus on what he was saying and what he was doing and what was happening inside my body as he played.

"I built up a nice clientele", he continued, "And they would adoringly refer to me as Masso J-O. Do you know what that means Jay?"

I thought I knew but was afraid to be wrong so I said "No."

"They called me Masso J-O or Masso Jerk Off because of the hand finish I gave them. Eventually Masso J-O turned into Masso Joe and the name stuck with me."

Trying to listen and remember I felt my load of cum starting to travel from my balls up through my shaft. I looked down at my oily cock and Joe stroking harder and faster, him knowing that I was past the point of no return...

I shouted out, "I am going to cum".

But instead of moving away he moved closer and opened his mouth over my cock. As I started to spurt, his mouth circled my shaft and accepted my spurts as my cock recoiled at least 3 times with each eruption bringing more pleasure than the previous. I watched as Joe smiled and swallowed.

"I haven't done that in years" he said with a big grin, "but I guess being with you and talking, brought back memories from a few years back."

Sitting up after my breathing returned to normal, I asked "Are you gay?"

Joe gave me a warm smile, "Not gay, I would probably be considered bi, but as you said earlier this evening, I enjoy providing pleasure to others. Their gender does not matter. Now go shower, I have another appointment coming in 10 minutes."

Feeling a little cheated that I did not get to massage his front, I had none the less learned many lessons today. I returned home, immediately took an unnecessary shower and started to manscape my bush. At completion, my balls were shaved but my bush was neatly trimmed and even. Looking down at my now trimmed bush, I felt ready to approach mom and offer her my new found skills.It was a Saturday morning and I just returned from the pharmacy. Massage oil.. Check...Personal Lube... Check... Sleep Mask... Check.

Dad was out golfing and mom would be home from her run shortly. I thought this would be the best time to approach her. I heard the door open and in she walked, holding a water bottle and a towel around her neck. Her body was wet with sweat, her hair matted but still looking so cute, reminding me of her cheerleader pictures from her college days.

"So how was the run?" I asked.

"It is never easy", she smiled, "my leg cramped up at the start but improved midway and I finished the 10km in about an hour. What have you been doing while I was out."

"Funny you ask" as I laughed in an awkward manner. "You remember when Masso Joe was here a couple of weeks ago. It got me interested in massage. So I did some research and actually met and talked with Joe about massage. He gave me some guidance and techniques."

"Very interesting"

"So mom I wanted to try to give you a massage."

"But we don't have a table"

"Not needed, I can do a massage on the floor using your yoga mat."

"We don't have massage oil"

Again I responded, "I have already taken care of that as well."

"So you seem to have all the answers", she smiled, "Ok, how about you let me take a shower and I will join you in the basement."

Setting up the yoga mat on the floor and turning on the music I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. You must relax. You've studied and done hundreds of massages in your head and you can do this. I turned and saw my mom coming downstairs dressed in her yoga top and pants.

"OK sweet I am ready for my massage."

Looking at her in her cute outfit. "I don't think you are ready mom, how about you go into the bathroom, get out of that yoga wear, and come back draped in a towel."

"You want me naked" she exclaimed with some hesitation.

"Well isn't that the way you usually have your massages done."

"Well yes, but this is different..."

"No it isn't... get that butt into the bathroom, and don't keep me waiting too long", I said with a stern voice.

"Yes sir!" She smiled, "Right away sir", not used to seeing this side of me.

My heart continued to pound, amazed that I had gotten this far without major resistance. When she returned, she was wrapped in a towel.

"Does this meet with your approval sir?" as she walked over to the mat giving me a flash of her naked thigh.

I handed her the sleep mask and asked her to put it on.

"Why the mask?" she asked.

I explained that by closing down one sense the other senses become more aware.

"So you did meet with Masso Joe", she smiled remembering that he had made a similar comment.

But for me the mask was given to try to get mom to dissociate away from the fact her son was giving her a massage, and allow her to focus solely on the massage and not feel guilty for enjoying the experience.

She placed the mask on and I removed her towel, asking her to lie down on the blanket that I used to cover the yoga mat. I had a brief glimpse of her nakedness, before I covered her full back with the towel. I started the massage in the manner that I had done so many times in my head, by pressing and rolling each body part, warming wherever I touched. I then slide the towel down to her waist and applied the oil to my hands and forearms. Because she is so slight her muscles popped out even while in a resting position. I started slowly and began to increase my pressure. I used various techniques including effleurage and pressing all the while checking if the pressure was ok.

She told me not to be afraid of pressing harder, that she is tougher than she looks and like a good watch will not break under pressure. We both had a giggle after that comment, as began to increase my pressure which she seemed to enjoy. I moved to her lower back and would slide my hands under the towel every so often, before removing the towel completely. My mom has such a fine ass. Firm, round without a hint of sagginess. I massaged those mounds with loving tenderness, knowing that my hard cock was inches away from her bare flesh. With growing confidence, I allowed my hand to slide down between her cheeks, rubbing at her ass bud and the edge of her vagina. I felt her body jerk the first time I did this but then it relaxed again. I continued my glute massage switching from one cheek to the other while my opposite had played with her ass crack. I could hear her muffled moans as I proceeded. Her ass lifted up slightly but I ignored this positive event, wanting to tease her more.

I moved down her legs and focused on her ankles and calves. This area did need a real workout because of the running that she does. I kneaded and stroked her shapely calves, trying to remove any buildup of lactic acid accumulated from her run. Although mostly quiet until know, she did comment on how good it felt to have her legs massaged. I moved from her legs to her thighs and enjoyed how her tight hamstrings began to relax under my touch. My stokes were long and firm, each time edging closer to her sex. Moving from one thigh to the other, I stroked them up and down and down and up, each time grazing against her pussy lips. Again her legs spread open and ass lifted. Still wanting to tease I continued to graze her pussy, not giving her the pressure that she obviously wanted. Looking down at my pants I saw a growing wet spot originating from the inside my underwear.

Trying to read her body language I gave my next instruction. Please assume the "child's pose", I instructed. Without any hesitation, mom brought her butt to her ankles and left her arms flat on the ground. This is the position I dreamed about. Her arms overhead gave her wide shoulders a complete contrast to her tapering waist, followed by her small but curvy hips. I remember the feel of those hips as I grabbed them and fucked her, with Joe watching. Now her ass and pussy were here in front of me, to do anything that I enjoyed. I started to use my forearms over her back and butt to actually stretch out her lower back, but this was only foreplay for what I had in mind. I wiped the massage oil from my hands and squirted on some personal lube. I then ran my hands between her legs just rubbing her outside pussy lips. I took one of her pussy lips between my thumb and fingers and gentled rubbed at it. I moved to the opposite lip and again performed the same function. I followed this by using both hands, massaging them at the same time.

Although my hands had lube, I knew that the wetness I saw was not from me, but from her own natural wetness. I continued to play moving my fingers toward her inner lips and massaging her sweet pink flesh. As I toyed with her, I heard her moan with pleasure as she moved her ass up and down trying initiate more contact. I watched as I placed one slippery finger into a sopping wet pussy and then a second finger. From where I was, I could massage her G spot while playing with her ass bud with my thumb. I could hear her whisper "Fuck that feels so good." I don't usually hear mom swear, but I guess this was not a usual situation. I continued to finger fuck her and massage her clit for a while, enjoying the change in mom's breathe, moving faster and more shallow. I knew if I continued much longer that she would cum. But if Joe taught me anything it was about being patient. I slowly removed my fingers and asked mom to roll over.

Still unable to see, she stretched out and rolled on her back. Her pussy so clean and bare, it was like she had prepared it for me. I ran some oil on my hands and started to massage to breasts. Her nipples were already hard and popped up from her B cups. I felt her arm circle around my back as reach for my butt. I enjoyed the feel of her hand against me as it gave me additional feedback on her level of enjoyment. Leaning over her, I could not resist placing my lips on her nipple and flittering it with my tongue. As I did this I felt her hand squeeze my ass and felt the exhale of her breathe. I moved to the other tit and performed the same ritual. But this time I felt her hands on my balls, searching for my cock. I placed her hands on her belly and told her to relax as I quickly threw off my clothes and placed a little oil on my cock. I removed her hands from her belly and started to massage it in the clock ward motion that I had read about, making the circle wider as I went.

As I grazed her clit, I felt her body jump and felt her hand reach for my cock and being to stoke it. It was already rigid and the oil made her hand slide easily over the shaft. I opened her legs for which she gave no resistance. I placed two fingers into her pussy and felt her strong muscles contract on them. Like before I massaged her G spot with one hand while the other hand toyed with her engorged clit. The faster I moved the faster her hand stroked my cock, trying to mimic my rhythm. I knew if I let her continue that I would explode, so I moved away from her. She seemed disappointed as I moved away, but this session was mine to control. I crawled between her legs and for the first time lowered my mouth on my mother's clit. I lapped at it like a thirsty dog needing water and she reacting by panting and playing with her breasts. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy, moving up to her clit and back again. My mouth circled her sensitive clit and I gently sucked it in and out of my mouth ensuring that all parts of her sensitive nub where being stimulated. When I pressed my tongue firmly against her pink lips just under love button, I could hear her moan with pleasure.

Now it was her time to cum. I continued to lick and stroke her clit, while finger fucking her pussy. As she had done with Joe she began to give instructions on where, how fast and how hard to finger her. I followed her lead and it wasn't 60 seconds that she started to shake and tremor as if the room was shaking. She quickly pushed my head from in between her legs, not able to be touched after her orgasm.

I moved closer to her chest, placed my hand on her breast, her hand on my chest and said breathe with me. Her breathing was erratic but slowly started to settle down. As she lowered her hand I felt it move down my belly and search for my hard cock. Removing her hand, I said I want to try one more thing. I took the oil and spread it all over my body. I felt her exhale as I lowered my slippery onto hers and then moved like a snake all over her breasts and belly, with one leg dragging in between hers, her clit now accepting to be touched again. The flesh against flesh was such a turn on for me, allowing my cock to move over her pussy, her belly and her breasts. She continued to be turned on and said in no uncertain terms that she wanted my cock. The teasing time was well over as I nested my cock between her hungry lips. I swear that she took my whole cock deep into her throat while her finger toyed with my anus. Being so excited, I knew that this would be fast as I let go a load deep down her throat. It was a warm loving accepting throat for my cum. I now know what ecstasy is like, as I sat bare ass on the floor.

As I covered mom with the original towel, I told her practice her savasana (dead man's yoga pose) and release her mind, allowing the goodness to flow in. When ready she could remove the sleep mask and meet me upstairs.

I grabbed my clothes and headed upstairs for a shower. While taking my shower I saw the shower door open. My mom was standing there naked and said "I am not sure what the fuck you did for me, but my body is so relaxed, my legs and calves feel fabulous and I have an inner glow that I cannot explain."

She closed the shower door and I smiled, thinking I knew where the inner glow came from.

Very impressed with my first real massage, I started to think about my next adventure.After that first experience with mom, massage slowly because a part of our regular routine. I continued to improve my massage and other skills with feedback and direction from her. Not always wanting to be the recipient, mom would make me put on the sleep mask and she could play and enjoy my young body. What she lacked in skills she made up with her desire to please. Her thai massage was the best as she slithered her petite body all over mine often leading to her sitting on my face and giving instructions on how to better perform oral. Not all sessions were sexual, in fact mom would not allow my cock inside her. So far that is a rule that she hasn't broken. She still doesn't know that I did cum inside her the first time I met Joe.

After a couple of months, I suggested we buy a massage table to set up in the basement, which my mom agreed to whole heartedly. With the table set up, mom used to give dad a massage but I think they used it as another place to enjoy sex together.

The atmosphere around the house changed over the last few months. Everyone was in a more harmonious mood. There was less bickering, conversation was plentiful. Mom's 10km time improved, a fact she attributes to better muscle tone and the ongoing massages that she receives. Dad is happier because his sex life seems rejuvenated. And I am happier because I developed a more intimate relationship with mom, I have a huge amount of self-confidence and as a result I have become more popular with the girls at school.

Generally things are more open, after a shower mom walks around holding her towel rather than draping it over her body. She might grab me into her walk in closet to help her chose what to wear. She might walk in the bathroom and ask me if I need my back cleaned. If not that maybe my balls and cock, giggle and walk out. At times she did feel like my slutty older sister but always playful and meaning well.

One day Tom, one of my neighbours and oldest buddy, was over and we were shooting the shit, when he asked me about the massage table. I told him that I had been studying massage and I trade massage with my mom.

"Really" he said, "like in the porn videos?" he said excitedly

"No more like the therapeutic videos with a little sensuality", I laugh.

"So have you seen your mom naked?" He asked excitedly.

"I have, all part of giving a good massage." Not really wanting to tell all, even to a good friend.

"So do you actually know what you are doing?" he continued to ask.

"As a matter of fact I do, I actually helped improve mom's running performance. You seem inquisitive." "Do you want to try?"

"So you can see me naked and measure your cock against mine? he laughed. "You know mine is bigger" he smiled.

"That is because both your heads are swollen", I continued to retort back playfully. "Do you want to do this or continue your baseless bragging", I laughed.

"OK, sure, what do I do?"

"Go take a shower and come back with a towel around your waist" I instructed.

I set up the table, put on some appropriate music and waited for him to finish the shower. He strolled out of the shower wrapped in the towel.

"Now what."

"Throw away the towel and lie on your stomach. Is there any part that is hurts you that might need attention?" I asked.

"I got bumped playing basketball the other day and my shoulder has been bothering me since."

"Noted" I say and I start to massage his back paying particular attention to each shoulder seeing if I can find the reason for the stiffness. I continue to give him a proper therapeutic massage wondering if I wanted to toy and play with his cock. I remember when Joe played with mine. It felt so fucking good.

I played with Tom's glutes but left his ass bud alone, but did manage to "accidentally" rub up against his balls a few times. On the flip I noticed that he was semi hard. Indeed he was larger and thicker than me, not that I would tell him that. In fact everything was larger and thicker than me. His arms and chest were toned and cut from all the basketball he plays. As I ran my hands over his chest and nipples I saw his cock becoming more erect. He knew it as well, and we both needed to confirm with each other that neither of us was gay.

I told him that I knew that he was straight, as was , but I do enjoy giving pleasure to others. While toying with his nipple I stroked his cock with my oily hands. I saw him close is eyes in anticipation. I heard footsteps coming down to the basement and turned to see my mom carrying laundry to the laundry room. Looking over at me and a naked Tom, she casually said hello and asked how things are going.

"Well hello Mrs. Casper", he stuttered, "Things are good" he managed to say.

"Relax Tom" she said, "you are in good hands with Jay". Walking closer I could see she was looking down at his now flaccid cock. "It is not for a mother to say" she continued, "but I think a little manscaping would be in order. If you would like help with that see me after. Bye boys" as she casually walked back upstairs.

Tom was beside himself, wondering what just happened. My mom seeing him naked. Her son giving him a massage.

"What the fuck is manscapping...?"

"Cool down", I told Tom, "mom is very cool with this and manscapping is keeping your pubic hair neat and trimmed. I have been doing it for several months, and trust me it feels really good and fresh. I am not sure what she is proposing but I would take her up on her offer if I was you."

Any mood that existed was now broken. I did a quick finish on his calves and thighs and told him to get dressed.

We both headed upstairs to find mom folding the laundry.

Tom was now frightfully shy and looking at my mom and said "Mrs. Casper, do you want to manscape me?"

We both laughed at his awkwardness, but mom quickly apologized. "Firstly call me Jen and if you want to be attractive to girls you need to trim a little bit. Strip down naked and come into the shower. Relax, I have already seen you naked, so it is not the first time."

Tom stripped out of his clothes not knowing what to expect and entered the shower. Meanwhile mom went to get her electric shaver.

"Lift your arms Tom."

Somewhat surprised by the request, he lifted both arms over his head. At which point mom turned on the razor and started to shave his hairy armpits. Small tuffs of hair feel to the shower floor. She continued until she was happy with the result.

"Much better", she smiled. "Now part two " as she played with Tom's pubic hair and adjusted the razor's setting to the desired height. In a flash the majority of his pubes were sitting on the shower floor. Tom looked down approvingly, thinking that his cock looked much larger now.

Like a drill Sargent, she told Tom to grab a towel and sit on it on her bed, while she cleaned up. I watched my mom on her knees cleaning all of Tom's hair, not wanting it to clog the shower drain. She then approached Tom with shaving gel and a razor, but not the electric one. I saw fear in Tom's eyes as she approached.

"Don't be such a pussy Tom, I am only going to shave you, not cut off your cock."

I could see Tom's face and he didn't react to her humour. I watched as mom poured out some shaving gel and applied it to Tom's cock and balls. "I warmed the can up so it would not be so cold", she explained as she continued to lather his cock and balls. One satisfied she held his balls in her hand and slowly and carefully removed the hair from his balls. She moved them from one side to the other making sure that she had gotten all the hair she wanted, leaving a small bush on top of his cock. Pleased with her result, she told Tom to wait there as she went to get a warm towel to clean him up. She applied the towel removing any excess saving crème and examining her work.

"That is so much improved" she smiled gleefully. "Do you mind if I take it for a test drive."

Before he could reply mom's mouth was already licking and attacking his balls and cock. She took his clean shaven balls into her mouth one at a time. Tom would look at her then close his eyes with pleasure. I was well aware of mom's skills and knew exactly how Tom must be feeling as her hand was stroking his rock hard cock. For some reason, mom seemed hornier than normal as I watched her hand move between her legs and play with her pussy. As she continued to suck I could feel her heat rise even higher. I could smell her juices from where I was sitting and watching.

Finally she stood up and said to Tom, "If you tell anyone about this, I am going to tar and feather you. Do you understand."

I don't think Tom actually did understand but at that point he would say yes to anything. She lifted her dress and I realized that she had no underwear. She pushed Tom more on the bed and straddled him and lowered her pussy onto his rigid cock. She seemed in no mood for additional foreplay. From there she started to ride him like I have never seen before. She had Tom rub her clit as she moved up and down. She told Tom that he was not allowed to cum until she was ready.

My cock also as hard as can be enjoying my best friend fucking my mom, or more accurately my mom fucking my best friend. I am not sure why but I took out my phone and silently videotaped all the cowgirl action happening in front of me.

Tom's hips where pumping up and down to meet mom's thrust. I knew the end was close. Pinch my nipples she cried out, pinch then hard as her face contorted as the orgasm raged through her small body. At the same time Tom was shooting his seed into her and gasping for air. This lasted for about 30 seconds until mom fell onto Tom's chest trying to catch her breathe. They both lay there for a minute, Tom actually holding my mom close to him feeling her thumping heart through his own chest.

Mom gave Tom a kiss on the cheek, and thanked him for that. Tom was spent and still in a daze as to what had occurred for that last hour or so.

"Thank you Mrs Casper, I mean Mrs Jen... I mean Jen" stuttering as he did earlier, but with more reason this time.

"Remember Tom, I swear I will tar and feather you if this gets out."

"Understood Jen" he replied.

I tucked my phone back into my pocket, thinking I might jack off to it before sleep.

As I said goodbye to Tom, I asked him about his experience.

"Fuck... both my shoulder and my cock feel better. Could I ask for anything more" and happily drove home.Walking over to Tom's house with his notebook in my hand, I rang the doorbell.

"Hello Mrs. Henderson, is Tom home? I have his notebook to return."

"Sorry Jay, he is out for a bit, but come in for a few minutes, I haven't seen you for quite a while. You must be busy with school and girls by now. You have gotten so handsome."

"Mostly school" I smiled back as I entered the house.

"Come sit next to me and tell me what is new in your life. Tom tells me you have a new massage table. Not only that but you somehow fixed his aching shoulder."

"I think it may have fixed by itself, I smiled, and is that all he told you?"

"Yes, that and your mom is really cool, but I knew that already." "So who uses the table?"

"Mostly mom and me" I replied. "but sometimes Dad as well."

"And what techniques have you learned, Tui Na, Shiatsu, Swedish?"

"Actually I try to incorporate a blend of different styles including Swedish, Thai Yoga and Tantric."

"Very interesting" she continued "and for massage oil?"

"I only use natural oil made up of sunflower, saffron and grapeseed oil. I read all the reviews before buying it. It has the right glide to it and is healthy for your skin."

"And of course you are aware of keeping a distance between the oil and a woman's private parts."

"Absolutely, plus I bought a high quality personal lube just for that reason." As I heard the words flowing from my mouth I thought discussing personal lube might revealing that I wanted to disclose. Trying not to let the words sink in... "So Mrs. Henderson, you seem to know a lot about massage?"

"I guess we all have our secrets. Can you keep a secret?" she asked

"Sure Mrs. Henderson"

"Please call me Mary. I came from a rather poor family and when it was time to go off to college; my parents had scrapped together enough money to cover my first year. But as the second year rolled around I started to accumulate debt. Even though I was working evenings in a grocery store, I could not make ends meet. One day I saw an ad in the local paper for a customer service job. It required an attractive, intelligent and outgoing person. Training to be provided. Excellent pay for the right person. Well that ad had my name written all over it so I set up an interview and knocked on the door. I was greeted by Miss Kim, a petite Asian lady who ushered me in.

"So you come for job? You pretty lady."

"Yes" I responded "And thank you."

Kim continued "I run a very fine massage establishment and I am over my head with clients. You can help me?"

"I don't know anything about massage."

"I train you. I give you excellent training. You pretty girl. You make lotsa money. You like money?"

"Yes I need money for school."

Kim continued. "I was poor like you when I come to Canada. Young girl trained to be expert massage. I didn't speak good English like I do now. I set up spa, but very few people came. I was losing money every month. I knew I had to do something different or my ass would be on boat back to China. I not want that. One day when I was giving professional massage I let me hand slide under the towel covering my client's waist and started to play with his man thing. You know what I mean?"

Not waiting for a response, she continued. "It turned out that men enjoyed having their man thing played with and he left me biggg tip. So I slowly starting offering it to more gentleman. Soon my business began to grow bigger than their cocks," she said laughing at her own joke. "As I expanded my services my tips got bigger and more and more clients came for professional massage and other services. Now too many clients!. I need help. You very pretty. You have big tits not like my tiny ones. You make lots of money. You like money", she asked again.

"So what do I have to do, I asked."

"Simple, they want massage, you give them massage, they want hand job, you give them hand job, they want sucky sucky, you give sucky sucky, they want full menu, you give full menu but with condom. Simple"

But before I could say anything, she continued. "But the best part is that you earn money enough in 3 months to pay for school for whole year. So you start Saturday. OK deal"

Like being hit by a tornado my head was spinning as she held out her hand, I instinctive reached out to shake.

"So Miss Kim did give me excellent training in therapeutic but also ways to please a man that I would have never dreamed of. She could handle a man's stick shift better than any race car driver. But she was however wrong in telling me that my school fees would be covered in 3 months... It only took 2. Kim gave me the work name Barbie because of my blonde hair and big bust" "So Jay, what do you think about my secret?"

Almost intoxicated listening to her story, I kept trying to push my cock down, embarrassed to have it pop up in front of Tom's mom.

Mary looked at my hands covering my crotch. "Looks like you have a pressure built up there" she laughed. "Telling you about my past life also stirred the emotions in me as well. Jay, are you interested in trying to persuade Barbie to come out of retirement?" she asked as she placed my hand between her legs.

I wasn't sure if I was more excited at the prospect of possible sex with this lovely mature woman or learning new techniques to add to my repertoire. In any way the answer was a resounding "Yes" .

"Go take a shower Jay and meet me in the den."

As I exited the bathroom in a towel, I saw Mary sitting wearing a baby blue lace negligee. Her ample breasts pressing hard against the almost see through material.

"I hope I don't disappoint you" she said. "I know that I am 10-15 pounds heavier than when I was at my prime. She rose and moved toward me, taking my hands and guiding them toward her full ass, her breasts pressed up against my chest.

"Au contraire Mary, I mean Barbie, I think your curves are unbelievable and only make you more desirable."

"You are such a liar Jay, but I do love that you said that" as she planted a kiss directly on my lips. Her tongue pressed open my mouth and dived deep inside me looking to dance with my tongue. Her lips were hungry as she sucked on my upper and lower lips into hers. Her hands reached for my towel and discarded it to the side. She looked down approvingly at my manicured bush and gently slid her hand under my cock enjoying the size and weight of the treasure that she was holding. I could see quite quickly that massage was not the first thing on her mind. A yoga mat was covered by a sheet lay on the soft carpet of her den.

With an evil smile, she played with my balls and said. "Jay and Barbie are going to have a good time together." She led me over to the sofa and had me lean against the back of it with my legs spread and body at a slight angle. If almost felt like something the police might do, having you lean up against your car as they frisked you.

"Now don't move without permission" she cautioned me.

Barbie moved in front of me and slowly removed her negligee like a stripper performing for an appreciative crowd. I could instantly see that her pussy was cleanly shaved. Her eyes followed mine and she placed a finger into her pussy and then into her mouth.

"Do you like what you see", she smiled again. She then grabbed her large breasts and with a darting tongue was able to lick her nipples alternating from one breast to the other. As she toyed with them her nipples became more prominent.

I am a guy that is used to touching and controlling. Being glued to this couch was both frustrating and exciting. I saw her reach for a bottle of oil, something that you might find in a kitchen closet and pour it over her naked body. Her hands moving all around ensuring all her flesh was fully covered. Her hands returned to her breasts and pussy giving them additional attention, teasing me more by licking her lips pretending her fingers were my cock

Barbie with her shiny slippery body walked behind me and I felt her body lean against my back. Her breasts pressed against me as she slowly moved them up and down my back, leaving a trace of oil wherever she touched. I saw her reach for the bottle of oil then felt her oily hands massage my back, my butt, and my balls. Again her breasts, now more slippery than before, moved up and down my naked back. I thought I would explode as she massaged my ass with them. I swore to myself that once I was released from this virtual bondage that Barbie would get her due. I felt my ass cheeks spread apart and my anus, being stimulated. I was not sure if it was her fingers of tongue, but it still felt amazing. I think I got my answer when I felt her taking small bites from my ass.

She seemed to enjoy when I yelped and jumped in discomfort. The more uncomfortable I was the more she seemed to relish in the moment. As I looked down I saw Barbie had moved, now sitting between my legs, cock in hand, wondering what mischievous torment she could instill on me. She lifted my cock and licked my clean shaven balls, moving from one side to the other. Taking one then the other then amazingly both into her hungry mouth. With all the porn I have watched I had never seen a woman do that. As she withdrew my balls I heard her take in a gasp of air as her normal colour returned to her face. She then attacked my cock with a vengeance. I watched as it disappeared deep down her throat with her lips perched against my shaven bush. Fuck this woman could deep throat.

She clamped down on the base of my cock and slapped her face with it. Licked my pee hole and continued slapping her face and cheek.

I was willingly being abused by her. She took continued delight in my discomfort and showed no remorse. She slide out from under my legs and again focused on my ass. This time there was no question that her tongue was controlling her magic. But then a slippery finger probed my butt hole. I squirmed but I could not evade the pressure of her probing. The more I wiggled the deeper the penetration felt. As she probed, I felt her lift up and whisper into my ear.

"Are you enjoying this dear, because I am... "

"I will get my revenge" I hissed back. My hands still glued to the sofa.

Barbie reached around and now toyed with my nipples... pinching and squeezing them in a manner more painful than playful, her pelvis grinding against me ass as if trying so hard to stimulate her clit. But the more pain and discomfort I endured the more resilient I became knowing my turn would be coming.

Finally after about an hour of this long drawn out torture, she allowed me to turn and kiss her. Released from my virtual cuffs I went wild as a caged dog who hadn't been feed for days. I pushedher back up against the walk and circled my hand tightly on her throat.

"Hands behind your head and don't move them" I instructed.

Cradling one breast from underneath, I slapped it with my other hand. Then again and again before moving on the other breast until both were a shiny shade of red. But with each slap it seemed to stimulate her more.

"Well you like playing with nipples, well so do I" as I pinched them with greater force than I thought warranted. She yelped but never asked me to stop. In fact the smirk on her face was almost a challenge to see if I was man enough to handle her. I wasn't sure if I was or not, but I wasn't stopping yet.

With hands still behind her head I licked my finger and gentle stroked her clit. Her hips moved forward to try to add to the pressure, but I moved farther away. If one thing I had learned was to tease and this bitch was going to feel my patience. Again I Iicked my fingers and grazed her engorged clit. Again she pressed forward, again I pulled away. I used the tip of my tongue to continue my torture, every once and a while giving her clit a firm lick which her body would thank me for. Then I would go back to teasing her some more.

"You bastard Jay" were the words that slipped from her lips.

"So you can give it girl, but have trouble taking it" I smiled in my retort. For her the pain was comforting but the teasing was unbearable. I started to probe her pussy with two fingers, her face pleased that the teasing had stopped. Her cunt was wet and her muscles clamped down on my fingers as I moved them in and out. Every so often I would bring them to her mouth and watch her suck her pussy juices which she obligingly did. My cock was leaking precum more than I have ever experienced. It was time to control the bitch. I grabbed her hair and pulled her over to the mat.

"On your back you poor excuse for a whore." I moved toward her face, and squatted over it. Show me what kind of ass licker you are."

Her hands now free to move, cupped my ass cheeks while her talented tongue played with my oh so sensitive butt.

"Now show what a good a cock sucking slut you are" as I pressed my cock deep down her throat. Normally I would let the woman control the speed and pace but I wanted to gag her and watch her face turn blue. This woman had reached so far into my soul that she dragged up everything that was dark and evil inside me. But the more I insulted and humiliated her, the more she seemed to thrive on it.

"Spread your legs, whore I am going to fuck that cunt like you have never felt before" as I mounted her from the front. I watched her eyes watching as my cock dropped into her waiting cunt. I saw her bite her lip with pleasure as I started to pump my hips up and down. She met my every thrust with an equal and more powerful thrust, once lifting her hips and lifting me right off the ground.

I fucked her like a sex crazed addict, but she kept saying to fuck her harder. Her fingers were fiercely rubbing her clit and I knew the end was near for her along with myself. Her hands pushing my ass and forcing my cock deeper inside her, giving me the rhythm she wanted and needed. With three more stroking I yelled out "I am cumming" and started to unload into her warm haven of pleasure. Her body moved under me as I watched the waves of pleasure surge through her body as well.

Completely spent I feel on top of her ample breasts and waited to regain my breath and my pulse to return to a near normal beat. Our still oily bodies covered with sweat.

Finally, I was the first to speak. "I am sorry if I hurt you at all. It is just that you triggered something dark inside me that I could not control. That was the most fantastic experience in my life."

"Oh my young Jedi, no need to say you are sorry, for I was the puppeteer and anything that I drew out from you was all that I wanted and craved. It has been years since I have experienced a moment like we just experienced together."

As I listen to her words, the phase "young Jedi", stuck in my head as if I had recently heard those words before. As we both returned to normal after the best fucking of our lives (at least me for) she took my hand and led me into the shower.

"Remember" she said looking into my eyes "You fucked Barbie, not Mary. Mary is Tom's mother, a really sweet lady."

Upon leaving the house I gave Barbie a deep goodbye kiss on the lips and shook Mary's hand, asking her to have Tom call me about some homework when he returns.

Walking home, I replayed the afternoon in my head, wondering how the events would shape my future.

The next few months rolled along nicely. I started to jog with mom on the weekends. At first she had trouble keeping up with my longer strides and faster pace, but before long she was challenging me to a final sprint. Often we finished with a post run massage which had turned more therapeutic with time except when either of us had a particular itch that needing scratching, the other was eager to oblige. As lean as mom's body was before, it only grew more defined with time.

As for me, I was tired of Tom looking so much bigger and stronger, so I would drive by and pick him up and off to the gym we would go. He still lifted heavier than me, but I did notice I was bulking up and had more definition to my shape. My pecs were cut and a six pack was forming. It wasn't just me who noticed, but mom would comment after our post run massage, especially when I was treated to a hand job and my abs would pop out as I orgasmed.

Barbie continued to treat me to several mind blowing/cock blowing sessions, each one being unique from the previous. I had become more popular with the women in junior college as they had a glowing appreciation for my talented fingers and inventive tongue. Although I was friendly with many women, I never had one that I would call my girlfriend. I provided massages to some of the injured athletes, some of whose cocks I toyed and played with to assist with their recuperation (laughing). But with all the cocks I toyed with, I had never licked, sucked or tasted one. I do wonder about that since Joe had treated me to a marvelous blow job the first time I met him at his studio. Considering it was such an enjoyable experience and I enjoyed providing pleasure to others... so you would think that I would have given it a try. I guess there is a time and place for everything, I guess it was not my time yet.

I continued to talk and met with Joe. He would monitor my massage progress and give me hints and techniques to refine my skills. All our meetings focused on the therapeutic side since he had confidence that I already had accomplished skills on the sensual/sexual side.

One Friday after classes Joe called and asked me to meet him at the spa later that evening.

"Hey Joe, hows it hanging?"

"About 7" inches, he joked. "After all these months, do we still need to compare", continuing to laugh. "But seriously, I have an opportunity for you. There is a very rich couple, that I have known for a long time, coming into town tomorrow and they are looking for a massage guy especially for the wife. So I thought of you."

"That is very flattering Joe."

"I must also tell you, they are somewhat weird and kinky. The husband is a Wall Street executive, originally from Montreal, and manages billions, yes I said billions, of dollars of investments. He is a high powered executive that makes million dollar decisions daily, yet when he returns home the power moves over to his wife and he tends to be submissive to her. His wife is a former fitness model who tries to keep her youth through lifts and tucks, if you understand me."

"So Joe, do you think I can handle it?"

"Well, you have Barbie's Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval" he laughed.

"Huh", somewhat dumfounded at the connection between Joe and Mary. "You know Mary Henderson?"

"Actually I know her intimately"... he deliberately pauses... "not in that way" as he continued to smile and play with my head. "She is my aunt."

"And she tells you stuff? Holy Fuck Joe!"

"Be cool Jay, we are all discreet here. If I hadn't known, I could not offer you this opportunity."

"So what else do you know, or should I know" I asked.

"Just a couple of final points,

- The wife needs to be flattered

- She has a temper so be careful

- If she wants you to do something, do it

- She will give you an envelope at the end of the evening. It will contain cash. Do not open it until you leave the apartment. It would be insulting for her if you checked the amount."

"So here is the address of the hotel. You will go to the penthouse floor and will meet with security. They will ask who you are visiting. You will answer Jacques and Yvette Brisbois. They will call ahead and then allow you to pass. Understand?"

"Lots of details" as I looked concerned.

"You will do great Jay, and have fun."

Finishing my Saturday's dinner, I shower and got ready for my appointment. I paid particular attention to make sure my bush was trimmed and my balls were clean shaven. I admired my improved physic in the mirror as I pulled on my dry fit shirt, noting that it now fits tighter than previous. The designer track pants came next as I grabbed the car keys and off went.

I arrive at the hotel and the valet takes my car. I enter the elevator and press "P" for penthouse. The doors open and a security guard greets me.

"Is someone expecting you?" as he looks me up and down.

"Yes, Jacques and Yvette Brisbois."

He says "one second" and dials a number, talks for a moment and then points to the first door on the left.

As I am about to knock, the door opens unexpectedly and I stumble in, almost knocking on the forehead of who I expect is Jacques. He is a short man about 5'6" round belly, and wearing an apron with possibly nothing underneath. I apologize for my awkward entrance.

He greeted me warmly, turned and exposed his bare ass and said. "Yvette our guest is here."

I followed him into the hotel room which was bigger and more lavish than any hotel I have ever seen, even in the movies. There were 10 foot windows which showcased the downtown view. I was ushered to the sitting area and noticed a sliding door leading to the bedroom. Everything was opulent, shiny and shouted expensive.

Coming from the bedroom I heard a voice "Qui mes chers, je viens, I am coming."

She stepped into the sitting room wearing a black skin tight latex outfit. The costume silhouetted were hourglass figure like nothing else could. Her breasts were abnormally large for her ultra slim waist and her ass would make Beyoncé's look skinny. She looked like she was a creation of a horny 13 year old with superb Photoshop skills.

She greeted me by placing her hand on my chest. "Matt did not tell me that you were so attractive"

Surprised that she called him Matt and not Joe, I responded " Matt did tell me that you were a former fitness model but did not tell me that you probably look better today than when you were modeling."

"You are such a charmer, I think we will get along" as she touched my lips with her finger and then kissed it. "Jacques, bring our friend a drink."

"Beer is good"

"Did I hear you say scotch?" Yvette said. "It is all we have."

"Scotch is perfect." I replied seeming happy, knowing that the last time I drank scotch I hated it .

"Jacques, two cubes for our guest and make mine neat."

"Yes dear." acting more like a servant than a husband.

We made small talk awaiting our drinks. As Yvette received her drink, a frown grew over her Angela Jolie pumped up lips.

"There is ice in my scotch. I explicitly said neat, no ice. Did you not understand me!, Was I not clear enough"!!

"I am sorry dear I will get you another one", looking very apologetic.

"Sorry, is not good enough, get me the paddle."

"Right away dear" as Jacques scurried off returning with a paddle about one and a half times the size of a ping pong paddle.

Trying to make sense of this all. Jacques made a simple mistake and he would be physically punished for this... Matt was right not to disagree with her or her temper could erupt.

"Lean over Jacques", as he exposed his bare ass cheeks. "Repeat after me I...must...pay...better...attention... to...my ...loving...wife!" And with each word she would paddle slap his ass with considerable force. His ass reddened, he jerked with pain, but he did not whimper, cry or ask her to stop, all the time repeating her words.

It felt like I had fallen down Alice's rabbit hole and was in a world I didn't know or understand.

As like the ending of a flash rain, Yvette's demeanor returned to her normal gracious self.

"Drink up Jay, you have some massage work to do. My back is always hurting. Carrying these jugs around all day can be difficult" she laughed as she cupped her hands under her Double D's and caressed their undersides. "Jacques, get my shower ready and help me strip out of this cat suit."

"Yes sweetheart" as he moved quickly to the bathroom, his naked ass still red from the paddling.

I gulped down the balance of the scotch, hating the taste but feeling I needed the alcohol. I followed them into the bedroom and waited.

Usually when I meet people after they take a shower they are wrapped in a towel. Here I see Yvette coming into the room completely naked and angry.

"I feel so ugly", she cried out. "Jay come here." Walking over she takes my hand and rubs it on her pussy. "Do you feel it?"

All I felt was the smoothest pussy I had ever touched.

"Do you fell it?" asking again moving my hand from one side to the other. "Stubble" she cries out. With all the laser treatments I still feel stubble. Jacques, quickly get some cream and my razor."

Now I have felt my fair share of pussies and this was one of the finest and softest that I have ever seen or touched. But instead I said "I feel your pain Yvette. I hate when companies make promises they can't keep. I am sure that said you would be stubble free at the end of the process."

"Thank you Jay. Finally someone who understands me." Yvette lays back on the bed, spreads her legs and watches as Jacques spreads the cream over her vagina area.

I watch Jacques as he dutifully follows her instructions knowing full well that the only thing he was shaving from her hairless pussy was the cream itself. But something about her pussy was different. The shape was round, puffy and full. Her outer pussy lips barely visible. Yvette caught me examining her pussy and laughed.

"Do you like what you see?"

I smiled "Very much. But there is something that seems different about it". "Something very nice", I was quick to add, "but different."

Smiling approvingly "Well after I had Dr." Charge too Much" enhance my breasts and butt, I had Dr. "Nip And Tuck" contour my overly big and ugly pussy lips. It was very expensive but so worth it" patting Jacques head and he wiped her pussy clean. "Wasn't it dear?"

"Now Jacques, let's shave of guest so he can also feel so smooth as well."

"Not necessary Yvette, I shaved before coming here."

"Excuse me", she said in a not so nice voice.

"Come to think of it, maybe a touch up would be of benefit" quickly changing my position on the issue.

Now in all fairness, Jacques is a master shaver. Between the razor, the crème and the lotion, he did a far better job than I would be able to do.

Yvette was watching the whole process with interest." Now Jacques, can you see what a real man's cock looks like? Suck it and show me how big you can make it."

But before I could consider objecting, Jacques had his head between my legs and my cock inside his mouth. To be fair, his mouth felt great against my newly shaved area. I could not help but to feel my cock get hard under his experienced touch.

"Now present the cock to me" Yvette said. Admiring my cock she seemed to approve. "Now Jacques, that is what a real man's cock looks like. It is long and thick. Something a woman wants deep inside her. Jacques, show Jay your cock so he can see what I have to deal with."

Jacques removed his apron and presented a cock that barely protruded from his pelvic. With his round stomach, I suspect that without a mirror he could never really see it.

"Do you see my problem Jay", as she manipulated it, "even playing with it, it is less than 3 inches. What is a woman to do with this I ask?"

Hoping she wasn't waiting for me to respond, she continued.

"I guess that is a result when you marry a Brisbois" she laughed. "Do you know what Brisbois means, Jay?"

"Actually I don't."

"It means broken wood... My husband's cock is broken wood. I should have married a Mr. GrosBite-Big Cock. But I fell in love with this man. He does make me happy, kissing his cock head and then his cheek.

As she talked we heard a cell phone ring. Jacques turned to get it as he was expecting a work call. Returning after a few minutes, he had a big smile on his face.

"Yvette, remember last month I told you that I bought this little mining company called Lucas Mines for $100,000,000. Well we just received test results from the mine and the results were far better than expected. The announcement should be made Monday after the market closes and I expect that it will be worth over $300,000,000 by Tuesday morning. A nice return for a one month's investment. No?"

I was in awe of what I was hearing, but Yvette almost seemed bored.

"Jacques, always business, business, business. You need more fun in your life. Please prepare the mattress for our massage."

Turning to me. "Jay have you ever had a nuru massage with seaweed gel?"

"I have watched videos but never experienced it firsthand. The gel is hard to find and expensive?"

"Well you should enjoy this as she took me by the hand and walked me over to the sitting area which now had a queen sized rubber mattress on the floor. Next to it was a warming unit with a bowl of clear gel sitting on it.

"Lie down Jay and I will start us off."

As I lay down, my heart racing in anticipation. Yvette took some gel and rubbed it over my chest and legs. She then poured more on her hands and slid it over my already erect cock. The gel was warm and more slippery than any oil I have ever used. Plus she poured it on, allowing it to flow onto the mattress which hopefully protected the floor. But my concern over the hotel room floor, quickly vanished as I watched Yvette pour from the bowl directly over her naked body. Her body glistened as she started at my feet and slipped and slid her way up my calves, my thighs, using her breasts to provide a massage experience like I have never received. She used her D cups to tease my rock hard cock, sliding it over and between each breast. As she massaged my chest with her tits I felt her slippery thigh slip between my legs and continue the teasing of my cock. Her body moved up and down like a pendulum, conveying pleasure with each movement. She straddled me and poked her breasts into my face and told me to hold them, kiss them and gingerly bite them. As I was enjoying her mounds of joy I felt her hand rubbing my cock up and down between crack of her ass and her pussy. Whatever skills I thought I had, did not place me into her league. I felt her lift up and insert my cock deep inside her pussy. Her face changed as she accepted my member into her. Although I felt her muscles tighten around me the gel made it almost frictionless. I wasn't getting the tightness and pressure that I know and wanted, regardless of the speed that she moved her body over me.

She would play with my cock moving it in and out of her love canal. Although frustrating, the feeling was still heavenly. I watched as she straddled my cock, grinding at my pelvis, one hand playing with her breasts while the other feverously playing with her perfectly modified pussy and engorged clit. I could tell by her speed and her breathing that her orgasm was near. I wanted to encourage her to cum so I became more vocal. I moaned louder with pleasure. I told how good she made me feel and how much I hoped I did the same for her. Her eyes were closed, her fingers still pulsating over the clit.

"I want to feel you cum Yvette, Please cum for me. Please cum for me!" saying it louder a second time.

Then she started to shake and convulse, her fingers never leaving her clit, my cock still deep inside her as the orgasm reaped havoc with her body. Her body, dropped on mine as if someone pricked a balloon letting all the air out at once. She lay on top of me, my hard cock still inside her. She kissed me and thanked me. Regaining her strength, she rolled over, now concerned that I had not cum yet.

It was only now that I realized that Jacques was watching us together. He seemed pleased.

Rolling on her back Yvette placed me on top. This was the position I was more comfortable with. I poured gel over our bodies and snaked my body over hers. The feeling of my cock moving over her hot voluptuous body was beyond words. She would reach out and stroke my cock and press it harder against her breasts. She would take it into her mouth until she gagged and then do it again trying to go deeper.

She had me straddle her chest and took my cock and placed it between her lovely mounds. She squeezed her breasts together circling my cock and told to move my hips and fuck her like this. Needing no other invitation, I would rock my hips and slide my cock in and out as she controlled the pressure. We have been on the mattress for about an hour and I had not yet cum. I needed to cum. She wanted me to cum. My cock head emerging from her tits and pointing at her face.

"Cum for Jay. Cum all over my tits and face. I want to feel you hot sperm over my naked body. As she talked and encouraged me, I moved faster, her breasts tightened over my rigid shaft. And then the moment came. The moment you know that you are past the point of no return and your sperm have started their journey. I felt that in three more strokes that I would get Yvette that shower than she was asking for.

Then it happened, like a volcanic eruption my first spurt sent a long line of cum over her mouth and cheek. The second spurt, although less voluminous was more intense and landed on her chest and neck. The final spurt rested between those lovely breasts. Yvette with her face covered with cum, smiled and looked pleased.

"The force is strong in you young Jedi" as she motioned for Jacques to clean her up.

When my head started to clear, it became clear to me that this was third time that someone I knew had called me a young Jedi.

Feeling more relaxed after the most intensive orgasm I had experienced in a long time I turned and asked.

"Yvette, you are the third person who has called me a young Jedi, I need to understand the connection."

"Obviously one was Matt but who was the other person?"

"Matt's aunt was the other."

"Oh you mean Barbie" as a wide grin emerged from her face. "Blond hair, big boobs?"

"Yeah, that's her." Eager to learn the connection of the three.

Yvette stopped for a moment to have Jacques lie next to her. She dipped her hand in a pool of seaweed gel just next to her and started to play with Jacques's penis. Her hand moved in patterns that she knew that he would enjoy and continued talking.

"Did Matt ever tell you about Miss Kim?"

"Not Matt, but Mary, I mean Barbie did. She said she worked with Miss Kim providing erotic massages as she worked her way through college."

"My understanding" said Yvette, "is that Barbie was the first assistant that Miss Kim hired as her business grew. Barbie was trained by the best , Miss Kim, and she exceled at satisfying and expanding the clientele. I joined a few years later, also needing funds for tuition, but by now Miss Kim had moved to a larger place and was running a full escort service. I was working as a fitness model but jobs were scarce so I joined Miss Kim's team. Her little black book was all first class, politicians, lawyers, business execs and Miss Kim was dedicated to provide first class service for all of them."

"One year, as business continued to expand, Miss Kim bought a house and wanted to invite all her previous clients and associates to a Halloween costume party. It was a lavish affair. Everyone went over the top with their costumes. I was Wonder Woman, Barbie and Matt came as Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker; or something close to that. Anyway that is when I met the infamous Barbie and her nephew Matt.""As part of the renovation of the house Miss Kim built a full dungeon in the basement and she wanted to inaugurate it that night. In fact, I believe Matt was the first person ever to be used and abused in it. Matt walked down the basement stairs as a tall strong handsome man. After about an hour Miss Kim came back upstairs, her face glowing and smiling. She had a skip in her step and looked more like a teenager than a mature Madame. When Matt re-appeared a couple of seconds later, he was hunched over looking drawn and pale. He looked like someone had drained all his juices. He went downstairs like a grape and returned looking like a raisin." She said laughingly.

"Upon seeing Miss Kim re-enter the room, all stopped and watched. Looking back at Matt, Miss Kim said."

"The force is strong in this young Jedi, and the room started to laugh. I guess that expression stuck with all of us over all these years."

At that moment , Yvette looked down at Jacques penis. "Jacques, mon cher, you popped and so quietly."

"I didn't want to disturb your story my love" was his reply.

Yvette with her long manicured finger nails scoped up some of Jacques cum and inserted it into her mouth like she was enjoying caviar. She went back for a second and this time placed it next to my lips. "Enjoy this mon petit" and she pressed her finger over my lips. I was beginning to learn that it was hard to refuse Miss Kim's or any of her disciples wishes as I swallowed.

We all showered and changed and Yvette gave me a kiss goodbye and thanked me for a wonderful evening. She placed an envelope in my hands and whispered in my ear.

"I added an extra few hundred, because I enjoyed you so much. Until next time."

Walking past security, I smiled and waited for the elevator.

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