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A Wonderful Massage
by Autumn Author
autumnauthor@webmail.co.za
Fm,underage

Melanie is a freelance massage therapist and single mom of two
kids whose life and career change due to the influence of one
little television show. Whoever first said that television was a
bad influence knew what they were talking about!

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Soon after I turned 30, I was able to quit my exhausting retail
job because of an inheritance from my grandparents. They had
owned a large house in the suburbs that they rented out to
tenants. The house was mostly empty now except a married couple
who shared a bedroom. I moved in with my son and daughter and
took over the responsibilities of maintaining the house and
renting it out. This extra income along with my savings allowed
me to become a massage therapy student, something I'd always
wanted to try.

I soon found out that this career would be even more exhausting
than retail, even though I would be working half the hours.
Physical doesn't even begin to describe it. Despite that, I loved
the work and the idea of helping people. I finished school in two
years while working part time in a movie theater, and looking
after the house and tenants.

I decided I wanted to be a freelance massage therapist, and
reserved the biggest of our five bedrooms as a workspace. It had
a huge walk in closet, which was necessary for all the storage
I'd need. I set up a cheap website and put out some local ads
with my e-mail and a cell number that potential clients could
contact me at.

My 8 year-old son and 13 year-old daughter are both social and
outgoing for which I am continually thankful. I pray that my
teenager will not hit a surly phase, and try to be supportive of
her in whatever her goals happen to be. These days it pays to be
open-minded and permissive to avoid fights and resentment.

Back to my new career though, as I dreaded when I first set up my
fledgling business, a lot of contacts were from men inquiring
whether I provided any special services. They wouldn't call or
show up to ask this, that would be too brave. I would get a lot
of text messages and e-mails in this regard.

I always politely declined these requests, and many would never
contact me back. Some would, and we would book and appointment
and they would never bring up the subject of what they had asked
for. I made a steady amount of money, working 15-20 grueling
hours a week. I had quite the range of clients, young and old,
male and female.

One day I was eating lunch with an ex-boyfriend of mine, who had
taken over the job as a coach for the freshman and JV football
teams at the nearby high school. The discussion had initially
started as a talk about how dangerous concussions are to kids
that age and the impact concussions had on the NFL. Somehow or
other it got to the topic of more mundane injuries some of the
kids get just from practices or workouts.

All of a sudden it dawned on me that this was a perfect
opportunity to sell my business to these kids and their parents.
I asked Nathan if some of his kids wouldn't benefit from massage
therapy in the case of sore muscles or muscle strains.

"Well yes Melanie, but I if it's a serious enough injury to the
boy, I'm sure they get a referral from their doctor."

"True enough, but what if it's not a serious injury? I'm don't
exactly specialize in physical therapy but if they have minor
aches and pains, I'm sure I can help them feel better all the
much sooner."

"It's a nice idea, but the school or the coaches can't afford you
if all you're doing is treating minor pains."

"Oh nonsense Nathan, I'll do it for free for a while. I love
kids, and if I can help the school, it'll be my pleasure to work
on them a couple hours a week."

I wasn't hard up for money at this point and I figured that I
could start off pro-bono. Maybe I could get to know the kids and
their parents, and maybe they would start to see how beneficial
it is and be willing to start paying. Working on kids is easier
after all, less body area. That might make me sound like a drug
dealer but it seemed like a sound idea at the time.

"That's great of you Melanie, I'm really happy to hear that",
Nathan replied. "I will talk to a couple of the guys who I think
are good candidates. I have your phone number, so if you don't
mind, I'll just pass it along to their parents if they agree."

"Oh you're welcome. My pleasure", giving Nathan my most winning
smile. To seal the deal I picked up the check and kissed him on
the cheek.

About a week later I got my first call from a father whose son
had been having some cramps and soreness in his left calf muscle
after a jump. It was perfect, the symptoms were mild at worst, so
it should be simple. Since I was doing this for free I wasn't
even under any pressure.

When the doorbell rang, my daughter ran out to answer it.

While I was in the kitchen, I heard her say, "Oh hi, you must be
the guy my mom is helping out, the boy on the football team?"

"Yeah, my name is Harry."

"Alright, come in, I'll tell my mom you're here."

"Thanks."

After checking everything was ready I spun around and went to go
get my test subject. Olivia, my daughter, was still standing
close to Harry and I could see why. He was cute! Not in a
muscle-bound stereotypical kind of way. Rather a slightly
athletic, friendly face kind of way. This kid certainly wasn't
bound for the NFL.

"You know, my mom is helping me to learn massage. I always need
the practice", my daughter hinted. Jeez, what a flirt.

"Um yeah, cool", he replied.

Steering Harry away from my daughter and towards the massage
room, I confirmed what he was feeling in his leg and had him go
to the attached bathroom to change into a towel. When he came out
he looked at me for a moment, and then quickly looked down.

It was at this point that I realized that working on young guys
might be uncomfortable for them. Typically the outfits I wear
while massaging are medical scrubs, but working pro-bono, I
decided to go with a tank top and jean shorts. Now, to be honest,
I should have known what was going to happen. I have long
strawberry blond hair, 34c boobs, and long legs with a slim
frame. I don't use any of that to manipulate men, but sometimes
that leaves me oblivious to their effect on the male sex.

If I wore more formal wear for my adult clients, why was I
wearing this for a teenage boy? Sighing at myself, I had him lay
down and got to work. The massage went without incident but as he
got up to get changed, I could tell he was avoiding facing me.
Poor kid. Still, I did good work and was satisfied. He even said
he was feeling much better.

That night, I talked to an old girlfriend of mine about what we
had been up to. She mentioned a television show that had reminded
her of me. One about a mother whose husband leaves her, and she
has to take up at a spa where a ridiculous amount of good looking
men offer more money for "enhanced massage techniques".

I laughed at this, but I love lurid Lifetime affairs and I made
sure to get all the episodes loaded onto my DVR in the den. Late
that night I watched the first episode. I thought it was a fine
drama, but what instantly hooked me were the massage scenes.
Whenever she massaged some insanely hot guy in something skimpy,
I quickly became wet.

The plot was ridiculous, but I didn't care, all I cared about was
the feeling those scandalous scenes gave me. I ended up having
marathon sessions where I would make sure the kids were in bed
for the night, then hopping on the couch in the den. Stripping
down to my panties and casually rubbing my pussy until I saw the
main character rubbing her hands all over some sexy guy, knowing
what she was eventually going to do for them.

It was so wicked and dirty and relevant to me. I would cum so
hard, sometimes two or three times over a two episode night. I
got so sucked into this world, that after the third night of this
I became a bit careless.

As I was watching the show topless, casually rubbing one of my
nipples, I heard the door handle start to turn. With a high
pitched squeak I flipped around as fast as I could to cover my
breasts. At the same time I flailed for the remote, but stopped,
realizing I had no time to do anything with it. My daughter
stepped into the room.

"Mom, what are you watching so late at night?" She stopped dead
as she saw my bare back, lying on my stomach in an obviously
bizarre position.

"Oh mom, what *are* you doing?"

"Honey, I was just trying to get comfortable, and took off my
bra. I thought you were asleep."

"No, couldn't sleep, and saw the light from the TV outside. Can I
watch your show with you?"

"Honey, it's past your bedtime, go back and try to sleep."

"Oh lighten up mom, just for a little bit, okay?"

Olivia proactively came to the couch and bent my legs up at the
knees so she could sit down at one end. I had no choice but to
sit up correctly, giving her quite the eyeful. So in the end we
watched a half hour of the show, with me topless, feeling too
silly to put my clothes back on. It would imply too strongly that
I was up to something less than just comfort.

When it was over Olivia made to leave the room but turned back
towards me at the doorway.

"Mom, do you think my boobs will be as big as yours some day?"
What a question!

"Probably, Olivia. You're already a small B cup. You've got
plenty of time left too. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, I just would like them to be your size when I'm
grown up." She smirked and left the room with that. What am I
going to do with her, I agonized.

A couple of days later I got another call from yet another
father. About time, I pondered, it had been a week since I had
worked on my first athlete. I was halfway through listening to
the circumstances when I jolted upright. I realized that I now
had a strong urge to be a sexual object while I was giving this
massage, like the main character in my new favorite show.

In my case though, *I* could dictate what happened. Not a spa,
not clients I didn't get to choose. Just me. Someone just into
high school would be the perfect partner. I hadn't anticipated
something this much in a long time. I told the father I would be
available tomorrow, even though I was going to have to cancel a
date with a friend.

The boy's father said he had suffered a contusion from a helmet
hit on his thigh. It had healed but he was still complaining of a
little stiffness. How perfect! I was going to tease this boy
mercilessly. This Michael wouldn't know what hit him. I started
preparing by asking my daughter to go shopping with me, saying I
was interested in buying clothes for a yoga class I might start
attending.

We picked up some really sexy things for both of us. Yoga pants,
some of them slightly sheer. Low-cut tank tops. Some sports bras
too, although this time I got some that were on the small side
for me. I didn't really want Olivia wearing any of this, but it
seemed unfair to go shopping just for me, that's why I ended up
caving to her requests for similar things. The upside is that we
bonded a little that day. Once I got home and looked at all of
the form-fitting massage clothing I bought, ahem "yoga clothes",
I got wet just in anticipation of the next day.

Going through the motions that Sunday of chores, cooking, and
general household bliss was nerve-wracking. Finally the appointed
time neared. At 2 PM, I went into my bedroom and decided on
skin-tight gray yoga pants. These had a small elastic band at the
top but no fold-over. I threw on a purple tank top cut low in the
middle, with an even lower back. I rationalized to myself that no
one would wear such comfortable clothes with a bra on, so that
was definitely out. Knowing how sensitive my nipples are, I threw
on a long button up sweater. Didn't want the father to see too
much! Then I sat on the couch to wait for Michael's ride to drop
him off.

I heard the door ring, and padded to the door barefoot. Olivia
came running as well, but stopped when she saw the yoga pants on
me.

"Mom, why are you wearing that for a massage?"

"It's more comfortable Olivia, now go clean up your room." She
made bug eyes at me, and seemed puzzled, but did as she was told.

I opened the door, and Michael stood there alone.

"Hey, welcome, come in!"

"Thanks, it's nice of you to make time for me, ma'am."

"Don't call me that, my name is Melanie. And it's my pleasure, I
could use a little more practice with injuries."

I closed the door behind him as we entered the massage room. I
pointed out the bathroom and he went to go change. While he did
so I quickly took off the sweater now that I knew his father
wouldn't be coming in. I hitched up my yoga pants to make sure
they looked painted onto my body, and yanked down my tank top to
get a little extra cleavage. I checked my hair, which I had tied
up in a messy bun at the back. I had done both my finger and
toenails in purple to match my top. Lastly I made sure I had all
the towels, oil, and other necessities.

I had no idea what was going to happen. Maybe nothing, maybe he
was gay. But not knowing was half of what excited me. When I
thought he might be finally coming out, I turned my back to the
bathroom door and bent over the table, pretending to be adjusting
it. With perfect timing he opened the door and must have gotten a
great view of my ass. I heard no movement for a solid 15 seconds.
Finally I straightened up and turned around.

I don't have to tell you what a joy it is to see that frozen in
the headlights look that the opposite sex sometimes gets when you
present yourself in the right position, and in the right light.
If you've never experienced it, it is a giddiness, and a warmth,
like being pleasantly drunk. But instead of having dulled senses
you feel everything acutely.

He had changed into a pair of swimming trunks, with no shirt. He
must have been kicking himself for that. His hard-on was instant
and unmistakable. I thought I could see it grow after his eyes
went from my ass to my face and tits. Inside, I very much wanted
to make him feel better.

"Oh great, those shorts are short enough that I'll be able to get
at your thigh, right? Where did you get hurt?"

He didn't reply, just pointed to halfway down his left thigh. I
walked up to him and squatted in front of him. Running my hand
over the area he had pointed at, I could make out the fading
bruise.

"It's right here? And you're still feeling soreness, yes?"

"Yes", he croaked. Poor guy sounded like he hadn't had a drink of
water in days.

"Okay, I can work with that." Looking up into his eyes I
continued. "Oh and don't worry about your reaction, it happens to
most every guy during a massage. Don't feel guilty or anything.
I'm a pro."

That was most certainly not true, but being his first massage,
how could he know that? It seemed to set him a little at ease. It
didn't do anything for his erection though. In order to look at
my face in this situation, he had to stare down my top.
Thankfully, the injury affected his thigh anteriorly (in other
words his quadriceps), so he couldn't hide how I would be
affecting him.

Michael was tall for his age, about 5'9" already. That meant he
just about matched my height. He had a toned abdomen, but no
six-pack. His shoulders were broadish and those along with his
arms were quite fit. His legs and calves were just as impressive.
He must have run a lot, everything looked good on him. Green
eyes, brown short hair, and rather normal facial features rounded
things out.

I instructed him to lie on his back on the table while I got
things ready. Changing my mind about my tank top I pretended to
do a quick stretch of my arms above my head, so that my tank top
would bunch underneath my breasts enough to show skin all the way
from where my yoga pants began around my hips to my belly button.
Looking down quickly, I noticed my nipples were so hard you could
see the bumps in my areola. With my more mature clients I would
have been terrified to be called out on it, but with this lovely
young athlete I was in the driver's seat.

"Alright Michael, you all ready? The oil has been warmed so it'll
go on nice."

"Yeah, I guess so. I just lay here?"

"That's right, I'll take care of everything."

Before applying the oil, I rubbed his mid-thigh all over with my
hands. I did this from a position closer to his feet, bending
over a bit and rubbing upwards from his knee continually. This I
was certain gave him a decent view of my breasts.  Then standing
closer to him, I put a small amount of oil to his left leg just
above the knee, and worked it all over his thigh, spending more
time around the old bruise than anywhere else.

He hasn't been able to adjust his erection, and because of that
it was sticking out and a little downwards, which I doubt was
very comfortable. It did make it fun for me to pretend to
scrutinize the injury, putting my face precariously close to his
bulge. The tip of his penis, covered by his trunks, was probably
just a matter of inches away from my face. Suddenly I looked
right at it and frowned in mock concern.

"Michael, I didn't notice your penis was still so hard. Do you
want to move it so it's in a more comfortable position?"

Complete silence. Maybe he had been hoping I would notice it
again. Drying my hands a little on a towel, I decided to push
this a little further.

"Oh don't worry about it, I'll help you."

I lifted the hem of his trunks, and gently moved his cock from
the downward position to completely upright. It was so hot to the
touch! His entire body shook at the moment of that contact. I was
so wet knowing he was so aroused by me that his penis was
parallel with his stomach. When I put the hem of his trunks back
down I made sure to do so in a way that the tip of it wouldn't
even be covered completely.

"There you go! Just think of me as a doctor. I'll just get back
to work."

Feigning innocence, I went back to work on my various moves to
legitimately help him with the soreness he said he had in his
leg. But I also made sure to turn back to the counter and make
busy work for myself so I could give him some nice views of my
butt. The first time I did that, I backed up all the way into
him, brushing my ass cheeks molded into the yoga pants against
his arm. The second time I did this, I heard rustling and when I
turned back, Michael's cock was more exposed than it had been. I
gave me a friendly little smile while grinning wildly to myself.

A few seconds after I got back to work on his thigh, I followed
through too far on one of my upstrokes, and pushed my fingers
past the bottom of his trunks, brushing against Michael's balls.
I slightly frowned at the trunks.

"Oh, I'm sorry Michael, it's just the trunks throw me off a bit,
I'm used to doing these type of massage au natural. It's just
that I try not to with my younger clients. Do you think it would
be okay if we worked around the rules this one time? Otherwise
I'm afraid I won't be able to do as thorough a job as I'm used to
doing."

"No, no, no, that's okay Melanie. It's fine, I don't mind at
all."

Michael lifted his cute ass in the air and practically threw the
swimming trunks down from his waist. I did the rest, taking them
down from his knees, and past his feet. I didn't bother
pretending not to notice his cock and balls any more, I stared at
them openly. About 6 inches long as hard as he was, I thought he
had a shot at being very well endowed in a couple of years. He
had a nice amount of light pubic hair.

It was an immense turn-on and I had a hard time making my body
move. Any pretense of trying to actually do a thorough job like I
promised disappeared. I opened my mouth and thankfully words came
out.

"Well I think I've done what I can for the area you hurt, but
just to make sure I'm going to massage your other thigh and your
hips, is that okay Michael?"

"Uh huh, thanks Melanie, this is the best."

I didn't bother with massage oil on his moist, healthy skin. I
gave him a cursory massage on both thighs and hips.

"Michael, do you mind lifting up one side of you at a time?"

"Sure", he obliged. Leaning on an elbow he leaned up his left
side. Resting one hand on his hip, I massaged his cute left cheek
for all it was worth. Motioning for him to roll to the other side
he did, and I repeated the process, giving his ass a good
rub-down. Going back to his hips, I made a curious noise and bent
down to notice something imaginary on his inner thigh.

"Is this a scratch? Do you feel any pain here?" I rubbed a spot
just below his ballsack.

"Um, no? I don't think so."

"Hmm, okay." I intentionally brought my head forward before
straightening up. This meant that first my nose, and then my lips
brushed his balls. I inhaled at the same time, reveling in the
scent of his sex. His entire body jerked again, and again I made
a very insincere apology. Staring hungrily at his cock, I noticed
a large amount of pre-cum on the tip.

Well, fuck it, I thought. I want this cock. Sadly I was not on
the pill, but I doubted he would be disappointed with my mouth. I
felt so empowered, but somehow I felt like being dirty and nasty
too, to degrade myself to this boy. Knowing that he thought of me
with awe and respect only wanted me to make myself into a stupid
cum-drinking slut for him all the more.

"Michael, I'm worried this is going to start hurting", motioning
with my head at his crotch. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes, anything you want."

"Do you have a girlfriend, Michael?"

"No, my parents won't let me date yet."

"Oh that's a shame. The reason I ask is that it's an important
part of a young man's health to be sexually satisfied. In a safe
way of course. But you say you don't have a sexual partner. I'm a
little worried to send you home like this." With that I placed my
hand directly on the shaft of Michael's cock, and put a look of
concern and compassion on my face.

"Please, if you want, you can do anything. You're so hot."

"Since you've never had a girlfriend, you've never had a blowjob,
is that right?"

"Yeah", he bashfully admitted.

"Are there any girls you have a crush on?"

"Well besides you? There's my sister's friend, April. She's 13, a
year younger than me, but really cute and fun."

I nodded. "This is going to be important then Michael, if you do
date April, she's probably going to be inexperienced. It's
important for a guy's health and happiness to cum in a girl's
mouth a lot. Unless her mother's already taught her, you're going
to have to show her how to suck cock. I'll show you the right way
here today so that *you* know how to do that. How does that
sound?"

"It is? Yeah, oh yeah!" With that, I took my hand off his cock
and motioned for him to stand up.

"Alright Michael. Don't think you're doing me a favor though,
this is one thing most girls love to do. If you date a girl who
doesn't seem interested in it, keep looking until you do. A good
girl will always be willing to get on her knees for you and suck
your cock, anywhere you want."

At this he nodded in assent, so I began by stripping my tank top
off, exposing my rock hard nipples. I let down my hair to it's
full length, just past my shoulders. Turning away from him, I
slowly peeled my yoga pants off of me, bending over gradually as
they came down my legs. I heard him walk up to me and suddenly I
could feel his cock pressed against my ass.

What happened next was my fault, for teasing not only him but
myself too much. I lost it, all thoughts of going down on Michael
fled out of my lust addled brain. With his cock making contact
with my ass, I felt a pure physical need for cum; not in my
mouth, but my pussy. I didn't care who watched, who heard, or
what would happen after that. If this kid's cock didn't explode
in my cunt in the next sixty seconds, I would die.

I grabbed his ass and pulled both of us back towards the massage
table. Reaching it, I immediately bent myself over it and spread
my legs for him. I reached between my legs, making contact with
the shaft of his penis, and guiding towards the opening of my
pussy.

"Go slow Michael, make sure your keep that cock in my pussy."

He moaned, but did as he was told. He didn't have much time to
build a rhythm, because it was only about 30 seconds before I
felt myself tipping over the edge. Holding on as much as I could,
I changed my mind and begged Michael.

"Oh god please Michael fuck me fast now, and cum in me, please. I
fucking need it."

To my everlasting gratitude he answered my prayers. He sped up on
the next couple of thrusts and then came in a torrent for me.
Finally I was able to let go and experienced an earth shattering
tidal wave of an orgasm starting between my legs and spreading
through my entire body. The possibility of getting pregnant with
my third child only made me hotter. I couldn't help but yell.

"Oh FUCK, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuuuuuck!" It may be
embarrassing but I have to say, each screamed "fuck" came at a
higher pitch. I must have sounded like an orgasming opera singer.
Walls had no meaning at the decibels I was cumming at. I still
felt Michael's cock in my pussy, and it was amazing. Especially
as he massaged my ass and explored my tits, rubbing my nipples.
What a great way to come down from an orgasm.

"Sweetie, that was the best orgasm I have ever had. You are
amazing."

"Um, thanks. You were so loud!"

"Yeah, some of us ladies can't help it. Before I clean up though,
I still want to give you that lesson in how girls should suck
cock. Is that okay? It'll just take a second."

"Well yeah, if you have time, I guess." Michael had that look
like he just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. But I just felt
this need to keep showing him what a slut I could be.

"First thing is, the girl should be completely naked like I am.
The second thing is, she has to be on her knees for you. It's
fine if you're sitting in a chair, or standing, or however else
you want to be. Girls should get on their knees though."
Naturally I took my own advice. "This'll be good Michael, I'll
clean you off with my mouth."

I took his now semi-hard penis and sucked it in between my lips
like a lollypop. With my other hand I cupped his balls. I very
much enjoyed the taste of my cum on his cock, and it was starting
to turn me on again. After I had sucked it clean and it was limp,
I licked it several times with my tongue and smiled up at him.

"How's your leg?"

"What? Oh, no pain at all."

"Good, guess that means we're done for today huh?"

He laughed, and so did I. After we had cleaned up and gotten
dressed I took him back to the living room to wait for his ride.
Olivia asked if she could speak to me in the kitchen. I knew what
was coming.

The first thing I noticed thought was that she had changed. She
was wearing tight little cotton shorts that she had purchased
last night, ones that I now saw barely covered her ass. Along
with that she was wearing the tightest t-shirt I had ever seen,
it must have been for an 8 year-old. It outlined perfectly her
brand new b-cup tits and puffy little nipples.

"You let him fuck you, didn't you?! You're lucky the guys aren't
home!"

I decided upon a candid response. "Yeah, he fucked me Olivia, and
I don't want to hear anything about his age. He's more of a man
than some guys I've dated in the past.
She stared at me with her mouth wide open, definitely not
expecting honesty. She set her hands on her hips.

"Well next time, I want to try massaging. I'm good at it, and
you'd just end up fucking them anyways!"

I thought about it for a second, and then a light bulb went off
in my head, thanks to my little conversation with Michael.

"You're right Olivia, you are getting good at it." Smiling I went
on, "and you do have a few things to learn about boys too.
Michael will be coming back soon I think. Next time he drops by
I'll let you handle it. He and I will teach you a few things."

She grinned and hugged me tightly. I love my job.

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The End


*This is fiction. The author does not condone or encourage any of
the events or behavior depicted in this story.*