Capítulo 76: David Enjoys his Perfect Job Ch. 03
When I arrived at work I had butterflies in my stomach. Peter was now away on business again, so would my Sister be coming to see me? I hoped so.
"Hi Angela, who do I have today?"
"Three new members."
Good, it was going to be an interesting day.
"A Ms. Knowles-Carter, then Mrs. H. Mirren."
She had me, but then she spoiled it by giggling. I wagged my finger at her.
"And who was the third person going to be?"
"Michelle Obama."
I was still smiling when I got to the massage room. The women on the client list were not as famous as the ones Angela had suggested, but it was still going to be an exciting day. First was Mrs. Henderson, it was always a pleasure to see her. Second of the day was Mrs. Woods. I was still feeling a bit guilty about bad-mouthing her for her recent cancellations. I hadn't known she had been seriously ill, I must make it special for her today. My third client? Somebody I wouldn't swap for anybody, not even the ones on Angela's made up list, my Sister.
Mrs. Henderson was on time, and I could tell she was bursting to say something.
"David, I know."
She now had a big smile on her face, but I was still none the wiser.
"About you and Gemma," then she added, to make it clear, "Your Sister."
I just stood there, not sure what to say. I guess I always knew that somebody would find out, but was it going to be a problem?
"I was at a dinner party with Elizabeth and Gemma. Elizabeth told me about her massage at Hilltop Mansion, that's when I realised that she was your Mother, and that Gemma was your Sister."
I could live with Mrs. Henderson knowing, but who else had she told?
I must have looked concerned, because she gave a quick shake of her head, before saying, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Gemma knows that I know, but your Mother still thinks you just do a massage."
"Thanks Hillary," then I corrected myself, "Mrs. Henderson."
She looked pleased that I had called her by her first name.
"It happened by accident, Gemma didn't know I worked here. I guess you were shocked when you found out?"
"Not really, more excited than shocked."
I looked at her, I could tell that she was telling the truth.
"I have an older Brother," then she giggled before adding, "I know the taste of forbidden fruit."
"And did you like it?"
She didn't reply, she just laughed. My secret was safe with her. Five minutes later she was naked on the table.
As I put my hands on her shoulders, she said, "Let's skip the massage. When I found out about you and Gemma, and you and your Aunty Jane."
Of course, if she knew about my Sister, then she also knew about Aunty as well.
"I got so excited that I had to go to the bathroom and rub myself off. And it was a big one."
"And now you want another one?"
She nodded, "Yes, I want you to fuck me," then she gave me a wicked smile, before adding, "Like you fuck your Sister."
"No, I am going to fuck you like your Brother did."
She obviously liked the idea of that, because she quickly got undressed, and then she got onto the table. I smiled, she was now on all fours, was this how her brother had taken her?
As I pushed into her big cunt I held onto her hips. My cock went in without any resistance. I had given her eight inches of thick meat, but she could have taken more, a lot more.
"That feels nice, now fuck me hard Henry."
So I now knew her brother's name. I just hoped I could please her as much as he had done all those years ago.
After five minutes I was sweating. She was in her mid-sixties, but I was fucking her as if she was a young woman. This was getting to be hard work. Normally she comes quickly, a couple of minutes with my fingers or tongue is enough for her, but today was different. It was now time to give her clit some attention. As I reached down to search for it, I kept up the pace. When I found it she moaned. Thirty seconds later she climaxed, collapsing onto the table, and taking me with her. I waited until she had stopped moaning before I pulled out.
"That was wonderful, you have an amazing cock."
"And you have an amazing..."
She giggled before I could finish.
When she left her cheeks were rosy, and there was a twinkle in her eye. I smiled, another satisfied client. Next time I might introduce her to my 'friend', the ten inch dildo with giant balls. She would like that, it would fit nicely into her big cunt.
After a quick shower I waited for my next client, Mrs. Woods. She was on time.
"Nice to see you David, I hope you are well?"
"Yes, but what about you?"
Her smile wavered a bit, then she put on a brave face, before saying, "I have had another procedure, but I am getting over it."
I didn't say anything, I just tried to look sympathetic. While she was ill she had cancelled a lot of appointments. I still felt guilty about all the bad things I had said about her.
She was slow in getting ready, but I was happy to wait. Now that she was naked we could start. However, before I could begin, she spoke.
"I would like a massage, but I think it will be too much for me."
"I will be gentle."
She shook her head, "My upper body is still tender."
So what did she want from me? The best way was going to be by asking her.
"I understand, what would you like me to do?"
She looked awkward, and then her face reddened. I gave her my best smile, that made her feel more comfortable. However it still looked as if it was going to be difficult for her to tell me what she wanted. It was time for me to take control.
I held her hand as I said, "I know what we can do."
She nodded, and she looked relieved that she didn't need to say more.
I slowly parted her legs, not too wide, but enough to get my head between them. Her body was not in a fit state for anything rough, so I was just going to lick her.
When my tongue touched her labia, she gave an appreciative moan. I then explored her opening, pushing into it as far as I could. She was already wet, and I savoured the rich musky taste.
After a few minutes I moved back to her lips, nibbling and sucking them. I could tell she liked that, so I kept on doing it.
I had now spent at least ten minutes on her, time to service her clit. I started with a soft slow lick, so gentle she might not have felt it. The second one was harder, and she gave a deep satisfying moan, before saying, "Yes, that's what I want."
I quickly glanced at the clock, to make a note of the time. My intention was to make it last another ten minutes, or possibly even more.
When I checked again, six more minutes had passed, and she was coming nicely to the boil. Her breathing was now heavier, and her moaning was almost continuous. I was tempted to finger her, but that might be too invasive for her, better to just keep using my tongue.
Her climax was now rapidly approaching, all the attention I had been giving her swollen clit was working. When I looked at the clock I smiled, ten minutes had passed. I had judged it to perfection. She only lasted another thirty seconds, then she reached it. I kept my tongue still as she writhed about. Eventually her tense body relaxed, and I removed my head.
When she opened her eyes I got a weak smile, she looked drained. It was the correct decision not to fuck, that would have been too much for her. After quickly dressing she gave me a big hug. It felt as if she didn't want to let go, I had to break the hold.
"Thank you."
There was a tear in her eye.
"I have to go back into hospital."
I didn't know what to say, so I just brushed the tear away with a finger, and then I kissed her gently on the lips. She then left without speaking again.
Her illness was obviously serious, would I see her again? I had a sinking feeling that the answer was no. That thought left me depressed, but ten minutes later I was in a better mood. I was now showered, and waiting for my Sister. I even managed a smile.
Gemma was late, and I was started to get worried, but then there was a quick knock on the door. She entered before I could say anything.
"How are you little Brother?"
I just grinned, a lot better now that she was here. She then started unbuttoning her coat, and I watched her every movement. I was probably biased because she was my Sister, but had I ever seen a more attractive woman than her? She was slim, but curvy in the right places, and she was beautiful.
When her coat was off, she stopped undressing.
Looking at me, she said, "Do you like my dress?"
It was stunning, I gave her a quick, "Yes."
She was twenty five, old enough to know what clothes suited her, and she had the money to buy quality. I would have liked to know how much it cost her, probably more than I earned in a few months.
"I bought it in Paris."
I was still admiring it, and her. It was subtle, not revealing too much. It showed off her breasts to perfection. I was now waiting for her to take it off, but she didn't seem in a hurry.
Putting her hands on her hips, she said, "This is what we are going to do."
She looked serious. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I knew I would like it.
"I want you to fuck me hard with your big cock. It won't take me long to come, then we can do it again, but more slowly."
I nodded my approval, then I eagerly removed my shorts. She stood there looking at my cock as it started to rise, then she turned around. I was expecting her to get undressed, but instead she knelt on the floor before bending forward and putting her hands down. When she stuck her bottom up in the air, I knew what she wanted.
When I stood behind her my cock was ready. It was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling. I lifted her dress up, then I smiled. No knickers, just as I had suspected. I quickly pushed her cheeks apart, then I positioned my cock at her opening. She pushed back against it, eager for it to be inside her.
As I slowly pushed it in I savoured the moment. How many men get the chance to fuck their Sister? I was one of the lucky ones. I only stopped when my balls were flat against her. She was now wiggling her bottom, it was time to fuck her.
My first few strokes were gentle, to give her time to get comfortable again with my eight inches. It had been a few weeks since we had last fucked, so I didn't want to start too roughly.
"Fuck me hard."
Good, she was now ready. As I thrust hard into her, she moaned loudly. A minute later she was gasping for breath. Her cunt was so wet I was gliding in and out of her without much effort. I wasn't ready to come but she certainly was. A few seconds later she got the climax she had desperately wanted. I kept still until she had finished, when I pulled out I was still hard.
When she got up, she smiled when she saw that my cock was still erect.
Looking directly at it, she said, "I don't think I will ever get enough of that."
I felt the same about that honey pot between her legs. The more I fucked her the more I wanted her again. She then took her dress off.
Turning her back to me, she said, "Please unhook my bra."
I did, but only after I had put my arms around her, so that I could have a quick feel of her breasts. I then took my T-shirt off, we were now both naked. I was expecting her to get onto the table, but she wasn't moving. I waited patiently, knowing that she would soon be telling me what she wanted to do next. I few seconds later she did.
She glanced over at the table, then she looked at me and smiled.
"Get on it," then she giggled before adding, "I am going to massage you."
"OK, but be gentle with me."
That made her laugh.
I was now on the table, and she had her hands firmly on my chest. She was giving me a decent massage, and I was tempted to close my eyes and just relax, but I knew she would want something from me as well.
I let her continue for a couple of minutes, then I reached up and put a hand on her tits. She moved closer to make it easier for me. When I rubbed her nipple between my finger and thumb, she moaned. After a couple of minutes, she moved so that I could switch to the other one. I gave that one the same attention, and her moaning increased.
"If you would like to, you can finger me."
I almost laughed. She had made it sound like a formal request, and I was tempted to tease her about it, but I resisted. That might spoil the mood. Instead I stopped playing with her tits. I then moved my hand under the table, towards her legs.
As she continued to massage me, I ran my hand up her inner thigh, stopping when I got to the prize. I toyed with her lips for a bit, then I went lower, probing for her opening. I pushed the tips of two fingers in, and she thrust against them. Without any more effort from me, they were sucked in up to the knuckles.
"That feels so good, but what about my clit?"
She didn't need to worry, it was next on my list. When I stroked it with my thumb, she purred with pleasure. Then I concentrated on finding its sweet spot. I loved her big clit, it was my favourite thing in the whole world. If I could, I would like to spend hours giving it my undivided attention, with my fingers or tongue.
"That's it"
Good, I had found it, but I needed to be careful. Too much attention would quickly take her over the edge. Two minutes later she was gasping, and she wasn't massaging me anymore. After another minute she was lying across me. My cock was throbbing, hoping for some action, but I knew I wasn't going to get any until she had climaxed again. I rubbed her faster, eager for it to end so that it would be my turn. That did the trick. Her climax seemed to be another big one. When it ended she looked dazed, but she quickly recovered.
I got a weak smile from her, then she said, "Sorry, I was going to play with your cock, but I got distracted."
I think that was when I started on her clit. The score was now two nil, time to get one back. I put a hand on my cock, then I moved it up and down.
Laughing, she said, "OK, I get it."
She replaced my hand with hers, and I closed my eyes. Her touch was firm, but not too tight. It felt good, and I knew I was going to get a good climax. She started slowly, then after a couple of minutes she got quicker. I could now feel a stirring in my balls, I wasn't going to last much longer. However I did. When I came close she eased off. After she had done that for the third time, I was ready to burst. It was almost painful. She must have seen something on my face, because I heard her giggle, then she quickly took me over the edge.
When I opened my eyes she was smiling. She had a towel in her hand that she then passed to me. As I cleaned myself up, I watched her casually lick her fingers. She may not have realised she was doing it.
Ten minutes later we were both showered and dressed.
"How do I look?"
I looked her up and down, before saying, "Stunning."
That got me a big smile, then I helped her on with her coat.
"I almost forgot, Mother is coming back to Hilltop Mansion."
I looked at her, wide-eyed.
"They rang her and offered her a month's free membership. They seemed keen to get her back."
That surprised me, we were never short of members.
"But don't worry, she will not be seeing you. She said it's best if she has a massage from somebody else."
I just nodded, but it didn't sound like a good idea to me. She would come here expecting just a massage, but would be horrified when they asked her if she wanted any extras.
On my way home I thought about what Gemma had said. I quickly came to the conclusion that there was nothing I could do about it, so best to put it out of my mind.
The next day I was ten minutes late getting to work. Angela was on reception again, and when she saw me she looked at her watch, and grinned. I just shrugged my shoulders, I wanted to look cool, but I was really worried that I was keeping a client waiting.
"You have nothing for an hour."
I almost sighed out of relief.
"Then sour-face and a Mrs. E. Smith."
I tried to sound casual, as I said, "Mrs. Smith, did she ask for me?"
"She was booked in with James, but he has just called in sick. I have had to change her to you instead."
I could tell she was wondering why I had asked, so I changed the subject.
"I hope Ms. Parry will be in a better mood today."
Angela giggled, that was sour-face's real name. It had done the trick, she didn't quiz me about Mrs. Smith.
When I got to my room, I had nearly fifty minutes to kill. I wasn't looking forward to seeing sour-face, but it was the second client I was now thinking about. If I wasn't mistaken, it was my Mother.
Ms. Parry arrived on time. My heart sank when I saw her, but I gave her my best smile. I was expecting her to scowl at me, or say something sarcastic, but instead she surprised me by smiling back. And it looked genuine.
Five minutes later she was on the table, and I was massaging her.
"That feels good."
I almost stopped out of shock. She had complimented me. What was going on, had I somehow been transported into a parallel universe? I continued with the massage for another couple of minutes, then I got to work on her tits. I took my time sucking on them, and she seemed to enjoy it.
"Please will you finger me?"
Sour-face was now happy-face. I had no idea why the change, but I liked it. I rewarded her by spending a long time with my fingers up her, and then even longer with my tongue on her clit. I was even thinking of fucking her, but my tongue finished her off before I could decide.
As she was leaving she surprised me again, by giving me a gentle kiss on my lips. Then she slipped an envelope into my hand. After she had gone I quickly opened it. It only contained a very modest amount, a fraction of what some other clients give me, but I was beaming, it had been totally unexpected.
While I showered, I wondered what she would be like next time. I needed to be careful, perhaps today was a one-off, and that when I saw her again she would have gone back to being miserable. Remember, 'A wolf is still a wolf, even when it doesn't eat your sheep'.
I was now ready for my next client, and they were due in two minutes. I had to wait three though, then there was a timid knock on the door.
I shouted, "Come in."
It was Mother, and she wasn't surprised to see me.
"The lady at reception told me there had been a change, and that I was seeing David instead of James. I assumed that would be you."
"Is that OK?"
"I suppose so. It's a long way to come for nothing."
She didn't sound enthusiastic, but she was going to stay. It would have been interesting for her if James hadn't been ill. He would have introduced her to 'Godzilla', his pet name for his cock. I once asked him why he called it that, he smirked before telling me, "It's ten inches, that makes it a monster," then he had laughed. I must think of a name for mine, but something a bit more subtle.
This time I managed to get her onto the table with just one towel, but she had still kept her underwear on. She was lying on her front with the towel draped over her bottom. I started by massaging her shoulders. She was tense at first, but she soon relaxed. After a few minutes I moved down to her back. When I pressed down hard something cracked. It startled her, but she didn't say anything. I then went up and down her back, massaging her firmly. She seemed to be enjoying it, but it would be better for me with her bra off.
"Just a suggestion. Your bra strap is getting in the way, can I unhook it?"
She didn't immediately reply, and I wasn't sure if I should ask again, but then she spoke.
"Do the other ladies let you do that?"
Yes, and they let me do lots more things, mostly intimate, and somethings that are just downright rude, but I wasn't going to tell her that.
"Most do. You get a better massage without the strap."
I could tell she was thinking about it, then I got my answer.
"OK."
I quickly unhooked it, then I continued with the massage. After another ten minutes it was time to move on. I wanted to do her legs, but for it to be any good I needed the towel off. This time I didn't ask, I told her.
"I am taking the towel off so that I can do your legs."
She muttered something, I wasn't sure what, but it didn't sound like no, so I removed it. Her legs were clamped tight together. I would have to persuade her to open them, but for now I would do the best I could under the circumstances.
I managed five minutes on the outside of each leg before I got frustrated. I then tried to gently push them apart, but she resisted.
I gave a deep sigh, before saying, "If you don't open them I can't do a proper job."
She didn't reply, but when I tried again they moved easily. I stopped when they were far enough apart. I was now moving my hands up and down the inside of her legs.
"Gemma was right. She told me that if I just relaxed and let you work your magic, I would enjoy it."
I was enjoying it as well, and if she wasn't my Mother I would now be taking it further than a massage. Then she did something that surprised me, she wiggled her bottom, as if she was trying to get more comfortable, but she also opened her legs wider at the same time. My mouth went dry as I stared at what was now on view, the most intimate part of her body. It was covered by her tight knickers, but even so it was getting me exited. A lot more than I should be when looking at my Mother. Did she have a big clit like Gemma? Thinking about that was a mistake, I was now finding it difficult to concentrate on the massage, and my cock was rapidly rising to attention. I needed to calm it down before it got out of hand.
Reluctantly I said, "Please turn over."
"Do I have to?"
I was going to say yes, but before I could she opened her legs even wider. That made my mind up.
"No, you can stay as you are."
I then got back to working on her legs, but my eyes were fixed on her cunt. As I stared at it, I found that my hands were slowly going higher up, they seemed to have a mind of their own. I was now close to touching her knickers.
It was now decision time, the line was there, but should I cross it? I was undecided. I had already had my Sister and Aunty, it would be greedy to have my Mother as well. I told myself no, and I felt virtuous, but then she started wiggling her bottom. I uttered a low groan, that I don't think she heard, then I changed my mind.
When I touched her between her legs I did it gently, just enough so that she could feel it. I was giving her the opportunity to object. If she did, I would apologise for the 'accident', then it would become an innocent massage again. She didn't say or do anything, that encouraged me. This time my touch was firmer, and she would know it was done on purpose. Her response was a low moan. I smiled, she was hooked, and all I needed to do now was to reel her in.
I knew that she was willing, but I was worried she might change her mind, so I quickly searched for her clit. It was easy to find because it was big, possibly as big as my Sister's. When I started rubbing it, and she started groaning, I knew she wasn't going to stop until she climaxed.
After a couple of minutes she helped me out by wiggling her bottom. She was now moving it up and down as I played with her clit. When I rubbed harder, she responding by thrusting down onto the table harder. This continued for a minute at the most, then she came. I kept my fingers on her clit as she writhed about, only removing them when her orgasm had ended.
She didn't move for at least a minute, but she did make some low whimpering sounds during that time. Then she started to turn over, and I started to get worried. How would she react to what had just happened, would she accuse me of taking advantage of her?
As I stood there waiting, she looked at me, then she said, "Please help me off the table."
Her voice was calm, and her face was neutral, there was no hint of any underlying anger. I could now breathe again.
"Take a shower, then call me when you are dressed."
As I was leaving I got a nice smile from her. Fifteen minutes later I was back.
"Thank you David, that was a very good massage."
Then, just before she left, she gave me a motherly kiss on the cheek, and a little hug.
I was now alone, but I didn't move for a couple of minutes. I just stood there thinking about what had happened. Hand on heart, I had genuinely expected it to be just a simple massage. However, it changed when she opened her legs wide. Did I feel guilty? No, I had enjoyed it too much to have any regrets. I had a feeling that Mother felt the same, but she would never speak to me about it, she would pretend it never happened.
As I drove away from Hilltop Mansion, the same question kept running through my mind. Would she come back for more?
The next day I was back at college. Yesterday had been my last shift for the week, so now I could concentrate fully on my studies. Working at Hilltop Mansion was my dream job, but two evenings a week was enough for me. It gave me plenty of time to recover, and to do other things. I found that when I got back to work I was refreshed and eager to start.
At the weekend I popped in to see Mother, as I normally did. Father was out, so she had the opportunity to says something if she wanted to. However, as expected, there was no mention of the 'massage'. I stayed for a couple of hours, then I went back to my place. I now knew that our relationship at home hadn't changed, but I still had no idea if I would ever see her again at work. I just hoped I would.
For the next few days I kept myself busy, but I still kept thinking of Hilltop Mansion. Would this week be as exciting as the last one? My first shift of the week was tonight, so I would soon find out.
The woman at reception greeted me with a big smile, then she said, "Hello, I am Jenifer. Can I help you?"
She must be new, because I had never seen her before. I then explained who I was, and she told me she was a temp, standing in for Angela who was on holiday. She was very nice, and as helpful as could be, but when I left I hadn't managed to get from her my client list. She had assured me that she had it somewhere, but she just couldn't find it.
I was now in my room waiting for my first client, whoever that was. I should have been annoyed with Jenifer, but it was her first day, so I let it go. First days are always difficult, I didn't want to make it even worse for her.
Five minutes later there was a timid knock on the door.
"Come in."
They knocked again. This time I shouted. It was the new receptionist.
"I have it."
She sounded excited.
"Green and Smith."
I nodded, and she looked pleased. It would have been nice to know their first names, or even just the initials, but it was better than nothing. Mrs. Green I knew, but was the other one my Mother? I had a feeling she was, but it's a common name, so best not to get my hopes up.
The next time there was a knock on the door it was Mrs. Green.
"Hello David, nice to see you again. I trust you are well?"
"I am thanks. And how are you?"
"I am doing OK."
She was smiling, but I could tell she was slightly embarrassed at being here. It wasn't that long ago that I had seen her, and she had told me then that it was going to be the last time. She had met somebody. If I remember correctly she had described him as, 'Sixty, bald, and chubby', but she loved him. Were they still together? I didn't dare ask. If she wanted to tell me, then eventually she would.
I started by giving her a firm massage, then after ten minutes it became sexual when I fondled her breasts. I could tell she liked it, but she liked it even more when I started sucking on her nipple. I then kept swapping from one to the other. We had plenty of time, so I was happy to keep doing it until she asked me to stop. It was another five minutes before that happened.
"David, what you are doing is wonderful, but can we stop now and do something else?"
I knew what that something else was, her cunt needed my attention. For the next ten minutes it got it. The full works, fingers, tongue and then cock. When she came there was a continuous outpouring of obscenities. I like Mrs. Green, such a polite lady who never says a rude word, until she is climaxing.
She was now ready to leave, and there had been no mention of why she had decided to come back and see me. Had they broken up, or was it just that she couldn't resist my big cock? I went to open the door for her, but she put her hand on mine to stop me. When she looked at me I knew she was going to tell me.
"David, I would like to ask a favour of you."
That wasn't what I expected. She now had my full attention as I waited for her to tell me more.
"For my Granddaughter's nineteenth birthday I have bought her membership to Hilltop Mansion. I am going to book her in for a massage with you."
Now that was a generous present, and I would be happy to see her young Granddaughter, but why was that a favour? When I looked at her, I could tell she was thinking about something. Eventually she spoke again.
"My Granddaughter is very shy. I am not sure if she has ever had a proper boyfriend. I would like you to help her."
Smiling, I said, "Of course. I will do my best to make sure it's a pleasant experience for her."
She then thanked me profusely before giving me a big hug.
I was now alone, waiting for my next client, but I was still thinking about what Mrs. Green had said. She hadn't been explicit, but reading between the lines, she had told me that her Granddaughter was a virgin. The favour she wanted was for me to 'deflower' her Granddaughter, or to put it more crudely, 'break her in.' I had mixed feelings about doing that. Having a nineteen year old would make a nice change, but my preference was for women who are sexually experienced. Also, what if she wasn't ready to open up? She might even turn up not knowing what to expect. If she did come to see me I needed to be very careful.
When the knock on the door came, my heart skipped a beat. I was hoping it was my Mother, but it might also be a new client. However I needn't have worried, my luck was in.
"Hello David."
I just smiled at her, and then I bent my head and kissed her on the cheek.
"I enjoyed it last week, so I have come back for more."
Massage or climax? I was tempted to ask, but I didn't because I already knew the answer.
This time she had decide to lie on her back, and she hadn't used the towel. However she had kept her bra and knickers on, but both were a lot smaller than what she had previously worn. The bra was so low cut that her nipples were almost exposed, and her knickers were not much more than a thong. Both left very little to the imagination. Even before I had touched her, I felt my cock stiffening.
I started on her shoulders, but I quickly moved down to her breasts. I massaged what I could of them that wasn't covered. After a few minutes I was getting frustrated, I was getting to within an inch of her nipples, but to touch them I would have to go under her bra. Despite what I had done to her last week, I was hesitant about doing that.
"David, I think it might be better if I take my bra off. Those naughty straps are getting in the way again."
Her voice was soft, and the tone was seductive.
I muttered a quick, "Yes Mother," then I reached behind her so I could unhook it. She raised herself up to help me.
This was the first time I had ever seen her topless, but I hoped it wouldn't be the last. Gemma's tits were better, but only just. For her age she had a pair that she should be proud of. My cock was now rock hard, showing it's appreciation of them.
I didn't waste any time getting to her nipples, but I only touched them with my palms. If we wanted to, we could both convince ourselves it was still just a massage, though now it clearly wasn't.
"This is good, I like the way you are massaging me."
I had to smile, she was keeping up the pretence. I then concentrated on her swollen nipples. I wanted to pinch and pull them, and to suck hard on them, but I didn't. However, from the sounds she was making, my palms were doing a good job. After five minutes on her tits, I was eager to move on.
In a casual voice, I said, "Time to massage your bottom half."
"Yes, that would be nice."
I could hear the excitement in her voice, because she knew exactly which part of her 'bottom half' was going to get my attention.
As I put my hand between her legs she opened them wide. Her skimpy knicker were stretched tight against her cunt, so I had to pull them out, and to the side, so that I could finger her. It wasn't easy slipping two fingers under her knickers, but it was easy pushing them into her because she was so wet.
I was now fucking her with them, but their movement was limited because of her knickers. Not taking them off was a big mistake. I was about to rectify it when she started to moan. If they were coming off, then it needed to be soon, otherwise it might spoil it for her.
I removed my fingers, then, using both hands, I quickly had her knickers down to her ankles, and then off. It had only taken me a few second, and during that time she hadn't moved, or made a sound.
This time I gave her three fingers, and my tongue on her clit. I then slowly finger fucked her as I gently licked that golden nugget of hers. I needed to be careful. I wanted this to last, pushing into her cunt too deeply, or giving her clit too much attention, would make her come quickly.
They say that women like men who are good listeners. I am, but not to what they say, but to the noises they make when they are excited. I listen attentively, so that I can tell if they like what I am doing, and more importantly, if they are near to climaxing. Some women help me, by telling me what they want me to do, or that they are close. However, I knew that Mother wasn't going to say anything. It would spoil the pretence that this was just an innocent massage.
For the next ten minutes I played her like a musical instrument. I was soft and hard, slow and quick. Whatever was required to take her towards her orgasm, but backing off before she got past the point of no return.
After another five minutes I was finding it difficult to stay in control, even the softest touch on her clit was making her moan loudly. I raised my head, and then I stood up. I was going to give her clit a rest, but for how long?
My fingers were still in her, but I wasn't moving them. Even so, she was still making a noise, a sort of purring sound. A bit like an engine that was idling, waiting for the accelerator to be pressed.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, and looked directly into mine. We held that gaze for a few second, then she looked down at my crotch. When she nodded, I got a shiver of excitement down my spine. It was a subtle gesture, but I knew what it meant. She wanted my cock.
I took my fingers out of her, because I needed two hands to release it. She gasped when she saw it. There was now an anxious look on her face. I had seen that look before from other women. This was bigger, and probably thicker, than any she had experienced before. Was it too much for her? Normally I reassure them, tell them that it's no big deal, that it will go in without any problem. Basically, anything that I think will persuade them to fuck. For Mother that was not an option. She liked what we were doing, but she wouldn't like talking about it.
The only thing I could think of doing was to try, if she didn't want to do it she would stop me. I moved towards the edge of the bed, but she beckoned me with her hand. Reluctantly, I moved back to where I was before, at her side. I was bitterly disappointed that I wasn't going to be sliding my cock into her sweet cunt. I wasn't sure what was going to happen now. Had we finished? Then, the hand that had summoned me back, was reaching out for my cock.
Some women instinctively know the best way of masturbating a man, others try, but are only average at it. She was very good. I was getting long slow strokes that were firm but not too tight. I could tell that I was going to get a nice climax, but I needed to get back to work on her so that she would have one as well.
When I found her clit, it almost took her over the edge. That surprised me, my fingers had been away from her cunt for a few minutes, I thought she would be off the boil. Seeing my cock, and then playing with it, must have kept her excited.
A minute later she was gasping, and my balls were tightening. We were both close to reaching it. I got there first, but as I climaxed over her she caught up with me. She didn't let go of my cock until she had finished.
While she still had her eyes closed, I put my shorts back on. I now looked as if nothing had happened, but I couldn't say the same about her. Her hair was untidy, and her neck and chin were covered by my sticky mess. There was even a blob of it dangling from her chin. I left before she opened her eyes. I didn't want her to be embarrassed when she saw what state she was in.
When I returned fifteen minutes later she looked immaculate. Not a hair out of place. The only hint of any sexual activity was a slight reddening of her cheeks. She only stayed a couple more minutes, she seemed eager to leave. Had we gone too far, and was she now regretting it? I hoped not, we had done a lot, but I wanted to do more, a lot more.
I was just leaving Hilltop Mansion when Jenifer called me back.
"Sorry, Amanda wants to see you."
I frowned.
"We don't have an Amanda."
She looked flustered, so I helped her out.
"Describe her."
It was Amy, the big chief of Hilltop Mansion. It had been a tiring day so I was keen to leave, but Amy wasn't somebody you just ignored.
As I knocked on the door I hoped it wasn't going to take long.
"David, thanks for coming."
I smiled. I didn't have any choice, but it wouldn't look good if I was miserable.
"I just want to tell you, I know that some of your relatives are members of Hilltop Mansion."
That sent a shiver down my spine, and I tried to stay calm while I waited for her to continue.
"It's not against the rules for you to massage them" then she paused before adding, "But it's frowned upon."
I didn't know what to say. Should I apologise, or even tender my resignation? She spoke again before I could say anything.
"However, in your case I am going to ignore it. After all it's just a massage."
We both knew that it was anything but that. What went on in the massage rooms of Hilltop Mansion was common knowledge, but it was never openly spoken about.
"One thing I ask though. Please be discrete."
I quickly nodded, relieved that I wasn't in trouble.
"There is something else. I am having trouble with my lower back, I wonder if you could help me?"
Without thinking, I blurted out, "It's against the rules for me to ..."
Then I had the good sense to stop. I saw a flicker of anger on her face, but it quickly disappeared.
"Being in charge of Hilltop Mansion carries a lot of responsibility, but there are some benefits. One of them is that I am allowed to bend the rules."
This was breaking rather than bending, but there was no way I was going to correct her.
"You have two clients tomorrow. Will you please see me after them?"
I gave her an enthusiast, "Yes," and she looked pleased, but we both knew that I was never going to say no.
On the drive home I thought about Amy. In her office I had taken it at face value, a massage for her bad back, but was she wanting more? I had no way of knowing, but what I did know is that tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.
It might end up interesting, but it didn't start that way. Amy had said that I had two clients, but when I got to work there was only one on Jenifer's list. The second one must have cancelled.
I was now waiting for a Ms. Nelson. I wasn't sure if I had seen her before, the name was familiar, but I couldn't put a face to it. She arrived on time, and then I knew instantly that I had never seen her before.
She offered her hand, then said, "You must be David, nice to meet you."
"Yes, and it's nice to meet you as well."
She was so polite, and so young. Then a thought hit me. She might be Mrs. Green's Granddaughter. For some reason I had assumed she would be Green as well, but she didn't have to be.
"Are you related to Mrs. Green?"
"Yes, my Gran."
Thankfully she hadn't asked for her first name, because I had no idea what that was. So she was the one. I watched her as she took her coat off. She was quite pretty, not a raving beauty, but certainly better than average. Now that her coat was off, I could see her figure. She was carrying a few extra pounds. I would describe her as 'cuddly', but others might harshly refer to her as 'fat'. As I looked her up and down, my eyes kept going back to her breasts, they were a nice size, definitely her best feature.
She was now standing there, looking a bit nervous. I gave her my best smile, to put her at ease, then I said, "I will leave you alone to get undressed. Call me when you are ready."
Five minutes later I was back in the room, and what I saw left me speechless. I had expected her to have kept her underwear on, or to at least cover herself with the towel, but she was naked.
"David, before we start can I say something?"
I just nodded.
"I am not the shy virgin that my Gran thinks I am," then she giggled, before adding, "To put it crudely, I love cock. I just hope you have a big one."
I don't answer her, instead I took my shorts and T-shirt off. She watched, fascinated, as it grew to its full length.
"Is that enough for you?"
It was her turn to nod. I couldn't help smiling, I was going to enjoy this.
We both did. It was fifty minutes of hot sex. We skipped the massage and went straight for it. I gave her whole body my full attention, and I couldn't decide what she had liked best. It might have been her first climax, when I went down on her, or the second one when I fucked her hard from behind. It might even have been when I came in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed all of it. Ten minutes after she had gone I was still recovering. She was a bit shy, and she was overweight, but she was also a dirty bitch. I would like to see her again, but not too often. She had worn me out.
I then took a leisurely shower. Amy was next, but that was much later. It might even be at the end of my shift.
It was, and I had filled the time by studying. When she entered the room she was in my domain, so I was happy to take control, telling her to get ready while I left the room.
She didn't waste any time, I was called back within a couple of minutes. She was now lying on her front, with just her knickers on. Her bra was off so that it wouldn't get in the way when I did her back. I had to smile, Amy was a very practical women. I suppose you have to be if you run a place like Hilltop Mansion.
"It's sore near my bottom, but you might want to do all of my back."
I started at the top, then after a few minutes I moved down. I could tell when I had got to the problem area, because she winced. It was just above her knickers, and it felt tense. She managed to tolerate five minutes before she asked me to stop.
"That should help, but you will probably need another one or two more sessions."
"Thanks."
Then she surprised me by reaching behind with both hands, and pulling her knickers down so that her cheeks were exposed.
"I don't know if it's because of the problem with my back, but my bottom is so tense."
I wasn't expecting that, but without saying anything, I put my hands back onto her, but this time in a more intimate place, her bottom.
Until now Amy had just been the boss, but now I was thinking of her as a woman. She was late fifties, perhaps even older, but she had kept herself in shape. If I was to close my eyes I could easily imagine that what I was massaging belonged to a woman who was much younger. It was plump and firm, a nice handful if you were fucking her from behind. I now couldn't get that thought out of my mind. She wasn't a large woman, so I could easily pull her up, to get her into the position, as long as she was willing. It would be madness to try. I needed to calm down, but then she started moaning.
I took a deep breath before holding onto her knickers, and then pulling them down. She gasped in surprise, but they were already almost off.
"No."
I replied "Yes," with all the conviction I could manage. When she moved her legs to make it easier for me to get her knickers off, I knew she had given in. She then got onto all fours without my help.
My cock was at her opening within seconds, and she was pushing back, eager to accept it. She had never seen my cock before, so I didn't know what she was expecting. I didn't care, I just pushed deep into her, she was getting it all even if it was too much for her. When my balls slapped against her, she gave an almighty moan.
It felt good being inside her, but even better when I started to fuck her. I made sure I gave her the full eight inches, each stroke was long and hard. She was the boss, a powerful woman used to being in charge, but I was controlling her. She was at the end of my cock, and I was going to do whatever I wanted to her.
After five minutes I could tell her climax was building, so I eased off. I wanted this to last longer. She wasn't going to get to come quickly, she was going to have to beg. I could tell she didn't like the slowing down, and she only tolerated it for a couple of minutes before she spoke.
"Fuck me harder."
It was said with all the authority she had, but I just ignored her. She repeated it, but this time louder than before.
"No Amy, you have to wait."
She gave a loud sigh, then she went quiet. It was another few minutes before I gave in.
"Yes, that's what I want."
I had to smile. I was now fucking her hard, but it was more for my benefit than hers. I now wanted to climax as much as she did. She lasted another minute, then she collapsed onto the table, taking me with her. As she writhed about, I managed another two strokes, then my cock twitched and I flooded her cunt.
She was the first to move, pushing me off her as she started to get up. We didn't say anything until we were both showered and dressed. She was the first to speak, and it was when she was about to leave.
"Two things David."
She was now the boss again, so I waited patiently for her to tell me what they were.
"This stays between you and me."
I nodded solemnly, then I said, "Of course."
I then got a nice smile before she continued with, "And now I know why you are so popular. You have a big cock, and you know how to use it."
After she had gone, I waited a minute before I left. I didn't want anybody to see us together. If anybody ever found out what we had done, it might become common knowledge amongst the staff. If that happened one of us would probably have to leave Hilltop Mansion, and it wouldn't be Amy.
Tonight I was meeting some friends for a meal. I was late because of Amy. As usual, I got ribbed for not having a girlfriend. I didn't mind, I just took it on the chin. I do sometimes have one, but they never last long. It never bothers me. Hilltop Mansion provides me with all the sex I need, and I get paid for it.
The next day I woke early. There was no college until later on in the week, but I needed to study. I had two crucial exams that I couldn't afford to fail, and the second one was going to be hard.
It was now time to sit the exams, and I was ready. As I sat down for the first one I thought about Hilltop Mansion. I was back at work tomorrow evening, and I was looking forward to it.
Both exams seemed to go well. I was now in a good mood. However that changed early evening when I got a call from work.
"Hi David, it's Jenifer from Hilltop Mansion."
"Hi, I recognised your voice. Everything OK?"
"Yes, it's just that Amy asked me to call you. Can you come into work tomorrow an hour earlier?"
"Yes, but why?"
"She didn't say."
There was a bit of small talk after that, then we ended the call. I spent the next half hour trying to work it out, but then I gave in. It was pointless, it might be for any number of reasons. However it did take some of the shine off the day, because I had a nagging feeling that I was in trouble.
The next day I got to work early, as I had been asked to. Jenifer sent me straight to Amy's office. I gave a confident knock, but I felt anything but confident.
"Come in."
I composed myself, then I opened the door.
"David, thanks for coming."
She was smiling, and it looked genuine. I quickly sat down. James was in the chair next to me, we looked at each other, but neither of us spoke.
"You must be wondering why I asked you both to come in early?"
I was, and James must be as well.
"We have had a rather unusual request. Let me explain."
She spent the next few minutes doing that. One of the members was having a party, and we were being asked to go there as the entertainment. That had never happened to me before, and from the look on James's face, it was new to him as well. There would be six women at the party, but only four wanted our attention, so we would only massage two each. Amy asked if we were OK with that, we both said yes. However, there were some rules that had to be obeyed. It wasn't an orgy, so only one woman at a time, and in a private room. And we were never to talk about where we had been. After making sure we understood the implications of breaking the rules, she dismissed us. There was a car picking us up in thirty minutes, so we needed to get ready. I wasn't sure what I should take, so I ended up with most of my sex toys, and a range of lubricants. James had just brought massage oil. I asked him why, and he told me.
"When you have a ten inch cock, it's all you need," then he laughed.
The car was on time. It was a Rolls-Royce, and out of it stepped a chauffeur in full uniform. I was impressed, especially when I got in. There was a smell of old leather, and the interior was wood finished. No plastic in this car.
We were told it was a thirty minute drive, so we made ourselves comfortable. My family was well off, but we would struggle to afford a car like this.
"James, I have just remembered a joke I heard about a Rolls-Royce."
He didn't seem that interested, but I continued.
"A man goes into a Rolls-Royce showroom. The salesman shows him a car, and he gets into the front seat. He notices something on the dashboard that somebody has left there. He picks it up. It's a golf tee, but he doesn't know what it is. 'What's that?' The salesman says, 'It's for putting your balls on when you drive off'. He says, 'I am impressed, Rolls-Royce thinks of everything'."
James thought it was very funny, and he couldn't stop laughing. It was a good joke, but not that good.
I was impressed by the car, but I was blown away by the mansion we had just arrived at. James's comment was, "Quite a nice place." He was playing it cool.
When we got to the main door I was expecting to be greeted by a maid, or a butler, but it was Mrs. Henderson. So that's who was hosting the party.
"Hello David, thanks for coming."
"Hello Mrs. Henderson."
She wagged her finger at me, then she said, "It's Hillary, we are not at Hilltop Mansion now."
I smiled, then I started again, "Hello Hillary."
Turning to my partner, she said, "And you must be James, nice to meet you as well."
"Hi," then he shook her hand, as he gazed into her eyes. James was definitely a charmer, and I could tell she liked the attention he was giving her.
We were then taken to the party room, to be introduced to the guests. Two of them I already knew, my Sister and Mother, but I was introduced to them as if they were strangers. I went along with it, and James was none the wiser, but did the other three know that we were related? If they did, they didn't say anything.
For the first hour we were guests as well. I ate some good food, and drank some even better wine, but not too much. I was here to work. I was sociable, talking to all the women. It would have been nice to carry on like this for the rest of the evening, but when Mrs. Henderson took me to one side to ask if I was ready, I knew it was time for work.
I had already discovered earlier on who I would be massaging, Victoria and Iris. I would have preferred it to be my Sister and Mother, but I wasn't disappointed. When I had talked to them individually, they had told me that they would be seeing me tomorrow at Hilltop Mansion, so they would not be having a massage tonight. But did either of them know that the other was seeing me as well? I didn't ask.
I was shown to my room by a member of staff. In it was a large bed, but also a massage table that was identical to the one I normally use. On the bed were some towels, and a large selection of oils. I quickly changed into my shorts and T-shirt. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. I smiled, it was just like being at Hilltop Mansion.
Iris was now on the table, ready for me to start. She hadn't needed any guidance from me, so she had probably done this before. After introducing herself again, in case I had forgotten her name, she had started to undress. I had turned my back to her so that she had some privacy.
When I had been talking to her before, I had estimated her age to be sixty, possibly even younger. However, now that she was naked, I could see some things that might indicate that she was older. Her breasts had been enhanced, and other work had been done, but there is only so much you can repair. She must have noticed me staring at her.
"I am seventy three, what do you think?"
I shook my head, then I said, "I find that hard to believe."
That pleased her, and it wasn't just flattery. She did look amazing for her age.
I started on her shoulders, but it wasn't long before I had my hands on her breasts. I prefer them natural, but these had been expertly done. They weren't too big, or too hard, they felt like the breasts of a twenty year old.
Five minutes later I was playing with her cunt. She took three fingers without any problems. They soon got her going, and she was now moaning almost continuously. When she started gasping I knew it was time to fuck her, but before I could she climaxed. When she had recovered, I massaged her for another half hour, but this time not in a sexual way.
As she was leaving she whispered in my ear, "Next time I want you to fuck me," then she giggled.
I quickly showered, using the en-suite bathroom, then I waited for the next guest, Victoria. She was a much younger woman, early twenties. She had a pretty face, and a nice curvy body. I was eager to see her naked.
It was another fifteen minutes before she arrived, and she looked nervous.
"I have never done this before."
I reassured her with my best smile, then I asked her to undress. She didn't use any of the towels that were on the bed, but she kept her underwear on.
This was her first massage, so I didn't want to rush it. I wanted her to enjoy it. For the next twenty minutes I worked on all of her, except for her breasts and her pelvic region.
"Did you like that?"
Smiling, she said, "Yes, it was better than I thought it would be."
I then touched her again, but this time on the edge of her bra. When I started fondling them, she closed her eyes. I quickly got to her nipples, and she gasped. When I put my hands under her back, to unhook her bra, she helped me by rising up.
I sucked eagerly on her nipple, then I did the same to the other one. After another few minutes on her nice tits, I wanted more, and from the sounds she was making, she did as well. However, when I put my hand between her legs, she clamped them shut.
"No, I have never done this before."
That shocked me. When she had said it earlier, I thought she was talking about the massage, but it now sounded as if she was talking about something else.
"It's OK, I will be gentle."
"That's what he said."
So somebody in the past had given her a rough time. I wondered if she was still a virgin, but this wasn't the time to ask.
"Please, you can stop whenever you want."
She didn't reply, but she also didn't resist when I put my hand onto her knickers. When I started rubbing her through them, she opened her legs, not as much as I would have liked, but it was a start.
A minute later I pushed her legs wider. I now had good access to her, but it would be a lot better if I could get her knickers off. I waited until I knew she was highly excited before trying.
In a calm voice I said, "Can I take them off."
It was a few seconds before I got my answer, and it was, "Yes."
I wasn't rough with her, but I had them off in record time. I needed to quickly get back to her cunt before she could change her mind.
Slowly I eased a finger into her. She was nice and tight, and very wet. I was now worried that my cock wouldn't fit into her, but I was determined to try. Next her clit got my attention, but after a few seconds I had to back off, she had almost climaxed. I desperately wanted to fuck that tight cunt of hers. It was virgin territory and I wanted to be the first to explore it.
When I pushed her legs up, there was no resistance from her. I smiled, she was hooked, I could now do to her whatever I wanted.
She gasped when I was in her.
"It's too big."
I wasn't fully in, there was another two or three inches remaining. She would get them later on. I then fucked her slowly, being careful not to give her too much. As her moaning increased, I upped the pace.
I was now fucking her hard. She was now taking all of my eight inches, and she was enjoying it. It wouldn't be long before she came.
"Stop, I think I am going to faint."
She wasn't, but she was going to climax. As I fucked her harder, to take her over the edge, I wondered if this was going to be her first orgasm. If it was, it was a good one to start with. Her head was now tilted back, and her body was jerking as if she had been electrocuted. I hadn't managed to come, but I didn't mind, this was all about her, and satisfying her needs.
Nothing was said, from either of us, until she was dressed. It was then that she surprised me by asking if we could exchange phone numbers. I was happy to do that. I would definitely be calling her. What had just happened was good, and I wanted more of it.
After showering, I went back to the party. James was already there. An hour later we left. Mrs. Henderson escorted us to the main door, where we both received an envelope.
In the car, we quickly opened them. When I saw how much was in mine I just grinned, but James whooped. The chauffer must have heard him, but there was no reaction. He was well trained.
The next day I was tired. It had been a late night, but one I wouldn't have missed for the world. It had been good, but this evening might be better, my Sister and Mother were coming to Hilltop Mansion.
It was an easy day at college, which was just as well because I wasn't in the mood to concentrate too hard. I kept thinking about Gemma and my Mother.
When I got to work I was surprised to see Angela back on reception.
"I thought you were still on holiday?"
"I was supposed to be, but Jenifer is off sick, so they called me."
We spent the next five minutes catching up, then I went to my room. Angela had told me that Gemma was first, then two hours later it would be my Mother. However, she didn't know they were my relatives, I had just got from her surnames and initials. I wondered if I should tell her who they were? She had become a good friend, so I might just do that, but what would her reaction be?
My Sister was ten minutes late, but I didn't get an apology, and I didn't ask for one.
"I have things to do, so we need to hurry up."
I only had shorts and a T-shirt to remove, but she was almost naked before I was.
Looking at me, hands on hips, she said, "Get on the table."
I lay down on it, and she didn't waste any time before she grabbed my cock. After a few rough strokes it was hard, and she was now climbing onto the table.
As she lowered herself onto me I reached for her tits.
"No, keep your hands to yourself."
Then, less aggressively, she said, "Lie back and enjoy it, while I fuck you."
For the next ten minutes that is exactly what she did. I didn't move, other than to put my hands behind my head. She was good, making sure to use the full length of my cock. I could tell it was hard work, having to keep lifting herself up, but she kept on doing it until I climaxed. Shortly after I had reached it, she collapsed onto me as her own orgasm surged through her body. She had timed it almost to perfection.
A couple of minutes later she was dressing.
"I don't have time for a shower," then she added, "Have you anymore clients today?"
I gave her a quick, "Yes," but I didn't say that it was Mother. I think she had just asked out of curiosity If Mother hadn't told her she was coming today, it was best that I didn't tell her either.
Whatever she had to do next must be important, because she left in a hurry. I didn't even get a goodbye kiss from her.
It was still more than an hour before Mother was due, so I took a leisurely shower, and then I went to see Angela. I wanted to know more about her holiday. That killed another thirty minutes. When I got back to my room I only had another fifteen before my next client, my mother. That was assuming that she was going to be on time.
She was, and she looked stunning. I wasn't sure if her clothes were new, but her hairstyle certainly was. It was very much like Gemma's, and it made her look younger. She must have noticed me looking at it, because she patted her head, before saying,
"Do you like it?"
I was wise enough to know that when a woman asks you that, about anything, you should always say yes. However this time I didn't need to lie.
"Yes, it really suits you."
She was now smiling, pleased with the compliment. Five minutes later she was on the massage table, and she was still smiling. I was now smiling as well, but it was because this time she had left her bra off. Her knickers were still on, but I knew they would be coming off soon. I couldn't wait.
"If you want, you should close your eyes."
She just nodded, then she closed them. Now that she couldn't see me, it felt as if I could do anything I wanted to her, and that she wouldn't complain. I tested my theory by going straight for her tits. I was right, no complaints, just a short gasp of surprise.
Last time it was only my palms that had touched her there, this time I used my fingers. For the next five minutes I did everything to them that I could think of, pinching, pulling, rubbing and stretching. She liked all of it, but what really got her going was when I sucked on her nipples. After a couple of minutes I had to slow down. If I had continued I think she would have reached it without anything being done to her cunt. I didn't want that to happen.
I risked another minute on her tits, then I took my mouth off her nipple. As I did so I quickly pushed a hand between her legs, she responded by opening wide. Even with her knickers on, I could tell where her big clit was. I went straight for it. When I rubbed it she bucked her hips, then she relaxed. I was now so desperate to get into her sweet cunt that I pulled on her knickers, they were never going to come off with her legs as wide as that, but what they did do is rip. A large hole had appeared. I made it bigger by using two hands to pull it apart. Her cunt was now exposed, and I wasted no time before going down on her.
I was discovering that my Mother was a very sensual woman, perhaps even more than Gemma. Even the gentlest of licks to her clit was making her squirm with pleasure. I wanted to finger her as well, but I didn't dare. I was scared she would climax.
I had now been between her legs for five minutes. I would give her another two at the most, then I would have to fuck her.
"Yes."
That surprised me. She had never spoken before when we had been doing anything sexual, but what did it mean? Then it hit me. She was answering an unspoken question, "Are you ready to be fucked?"
My preference was to fuck her from behind, to get into her hot cunt as deep as I could, but that would take more time. I settled on doing it in the position we were now in.
I grunted as I pushed into her. She was quiet, until she got the last two inches, then she moaned. It was a low lingering moan that became louder as I started to fuck her. Normally for the first time with somebody, I start slowly. Most women have never had the pleasure of having a big thick cock before, they need time to get used to it. However, I was so excited because it was my Mother at the end of my cock, that I had started fast, and it was now becoming furious.
I should have been worried for her, but I wasn't. She was making a lot of noise, but it was all because of pleasure rather than pain. When I felt the sap rising, I switched into overdrive. She then started climaxing, but I ignored her, still fucking her hard so that I could have my release. As her orgasm subsided, mine came. I poured wave after wave into her limp body, then I collapsed onto her. I lay there for just a few seconds, then I got off her. This time I didn't leave her, instead I stood by the table waiting for her to open her eyes. It was another couple of minutes before that happened.
She stretched, as if she had just come out of a deep sleep, then she said, "Thank you David, that was a really good massage."
I smiled, but really I was trying not to laugh. She was hot and sweaty, her knickers in shreds, with some of what I had just deposited in her, now seeping out onto the table. I probably looked as bad as she did. My cock was now limp, and it was coated with both our juices. Yes, it had been a 'good massage'.
When she had gone I slumped down onto the chair. I was glad that this was the end of my working week. It would take me a few days to recover. I was just about to go for my shower when there was a knock on the door. It was Amy. She didn't appear to be fazed by the fact that I was naked.
"My back is still hurting. Are you free now?"
I tried to sound enthusiastic, as I said, "Yes, give me ten minutes. I need a shower," but really I just wanted to go home.
She smiled before leaving.
Did I have the perfect job? Yes, and it would get even better when Aunty Jane returned from holiday.
But some days, like today, were just too much!
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