Mon daughter sex stories.. Another Massage for Mom, It had been three months since that first night when I gave my sexy mother the massage of a lifetime. I knew she had enjoyed it, but I was not prepared for how much she loved it. She had enjoyed it so much that she now wanted one every Friday night. When she asked me to do it for her every Friday, I nearly fainted. To be able to caress and fondle the woman I wanted most every week was a dream come true. I looked forward to Fridays so much now. I always woke up wet on Friday morning, and by the time the evening came, I was practically ready to explode. I could never tire of seeing and feeling her sexy body. Like the first, she was naked for each one, and I would not have it any other way. She seemed to enjoy the intimate contact, as she came from each of my massages, just like the first one.
With each massage, she seemed to become more comfortable with me touching her so intimately, and with each one I got more daring. I touched closer and closer to her quim, I rubbed her breasts and butt more. Last one I gave, I spent a small amount of time massaging almost directly on her nipples. The look and feel of my mother was burned into my brain. Just like her first massage, when she had her eyes closed, I’d taste the wetness from her treasure that coated my fingers. God, it was such a thrill to taste her, but I still clamored to taste her directly from the source. Massaging her never failed to make me come. It was paradise for me. After years of fantasizing about her, wishing to touch her so intimately, I could not believe that now I got to touch her and see her naked every week. Still, my desires were not entirely fulfilled. I still had not had the chance to make love to her as I had always wanted.
Each time I massaged her, I feared she’d discover why I had made my offer, and why I happily gave her one each week. Even so, I know each one I gave her was better than the last, as I learned new techniques in my classes, and learned more of what she liked and where she was most stressed and tense. I knew I would do this for her as long as I could. As impossible as it sounds, I was sure that each week I was getting closer to getting everything I wanted from her. I had the feeling in my gut that one night I could massage her the way I wanted to, and maybe later down the line make love to her. Just a few months ago, I would have thought that was impossible, but now I was becoming more and more sure it might happen. A girl could dream.
It was one night, four months on, that rose my hopes that it would happen. It was as I completed her massage, she stopped me from leaving the room. Strangely, she had not fallen asleep from this one. This is also the night I had gone further than ever. Two weeks ago, I had run my fingers over her asshole as I massaged her butt. Last week, I had pinched her nipples as I massaged her breasts. This week, when I was moving down to her thighs, my hands had rubbed over her pussy. Not heavily, but they still did. Two fingers over each lip, but I made sure not to go between them, not yet. I was about to leave the room, when she suddenly spoke to me. “Dana honey, come here.” She said quietly. My heart pounded, but not in excitement, but fear. Had she figured out my motives? Was this the end of our weekly massage time? I hoped not. This was too good to be done with now.
Trembling, I walked back up to her. She did not seem angry, so my fears dispelled some. I was still scared. Yet, she then looked at me with a smile. She did not say anything, she just put up her hand and with her finger motioned me to come closer. I did, my heart beating as I once again was overwhelmed by mom’s fragrance. She still did not say anything, but she put her hand behind my head. With that, she pulled my face to hers and put her lips to mine. My eyes shot open in shock. My mother was kissing me. Not a motherly kiss either. I swooned. She did not open her mouth, but I did not care. I finally had those sensuous lips against my own. I did not know why at that moment why she was doing this, but I did not care. All too soon, at least for me, she released me from her kiss and let my head go.
She still said nothing. After kissing me, she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Still dazed from her sudden kiss. I left the room and went to my own. Once in, I finally let out a gasp, hyperventilating. My mother had just kissed me. My mother, the woman of my dreams, had just kissed me. I never thought a kiss could turn me on so much. I stripped down quickly, my pussy soaking and my nipples harder than ever. My skin was red and flushed. I lay in my bed, stroking my sex as I recalled the feel of her kiss. I came soon, and I was out right after that. I woke up naked, and still somewhat overwhelmed.
Through the next week, she said nothing to me about the kiss. She still talked to me as if it never happened. It was killing me, I wanted to know why she had kissed me. I racked my brains trying to think of a reason. Did she figure out my motives? Did she desire me as I did her? Even deeper, every time I talked with her, or spent any time with her, I wished so hard she’d kiss me again. That one kiss turned me on more than any of the massages I had given her. My desire for her had increased tenfold since that kiss. “Oh mom, why do you torment me so? Why did you kiss me?” I would ask myself too often to count. By Friday, I was nervous and excited. Would she kiss me again? Did she still want me to massage her? Both questions, I hoped beyond hope the answer was yes.
By that evening, she asked me to come to her room. I was scared stiff. I entered her room, and to my immense relief, she was naked. Unless she was doing that to give me false hope, I knew it meant she wanted me to massage her again. I walked into her room and when I got near her, she put her hand to my chest to stop me. I was shaken. Was I wrong? Did she not want it after all? I was about to ask, but then she said something that both aroused and scared me. “Dana, I know how you desire me, I have noticed the way you have been touching me over the last few weeks.” This admission made me jump. “I never told you, but I could feel each time you shuddered, and all the times you gasped and sighed.” I gulped, though quietly. What was this all about? “However, I’m not mad. I’m kind of flattered you find me so attractive, even if I’m your mother. Also, I’m a little curious. I have a feeling you have not been massaging me the way you want to.” My heart was pounding as she said this. What did she want from me? “So, I know this is strange for me to say, but tonight, I want you to massage me the way you want to.” I gasped in shock. She was going to let me massage her the way I wanted to? My breath caught in my chest. I now had the chance to touch her even more intimately. I felt sweat gather on my brow, I was hot now. Was this really happening?