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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o A Massage from Mother by Winterbirch (address withheld) *** Ten year old Joey fills in when his mom's massage partner fails to show up. (Fb, ped, 1st, inc, oral) *** "Oh, that's too bad," I heard my mother say, "Maybe next week?" I could tell she was disappointed. My mother's weekly massage was an important time in her week, and I hated to see her disappointed. "I can give you a massage!" I said, as she set the phone down. "I know I'm small, but I can do it." My mother looked at me with a shy smile. She was so beautiful, with auburn hair and bright blue eyes, and breasts that filled out the tight blouse that was tucked into her mini skirt. Even at the age of ten I knew a handsome woman when I saw one. "Well, I don't know, Joey…" She said as she turned to face me. "I can do it Mom, I'm strong – see?..." I could tell she was hesitant, but then her face brightened and she said, "OK, Joey, let's try it. I'll get changed and I'll meet you in the massage room in five minutes." Mom was lying down with a towel covering her when I opened the door to the massage room. I climbed up on the table and began to rub her shoulders. "Is it OK if I sit on your bottom? I asked as I kneaded the knots in her shoulders. "Yes," she answered, and I settled my bottom down on her firm buttocks. I worked on her shoulders and back and continued down her back toward her bottom, which was covered by the towel. I moved to massage her legs, hoping to see a little of her pussy, but she held her legs tightly together, and when I finished with her feet, she said thank you and asked me to leave the room so that she could dress. I felt a tingle of excitement as I left the room, but at ten I didn't know why; I only knew I hoped she would want a massage next week. Monday came again, and I went to Mom and asked her if I could give her a massage again. She smiled and said, OK. Again I was to meet her in the massage room. When I entered she was covered with a towel, as before. I squeezed her shoulders and worked my way down her back to her buttocks. This time, as I worked on her legs, my hands gradually moving up her legs toward the dark crease under the towel, she spread her legs a little, and I saw some curly hairs peeking out. Suddenly she said that the massage was over and asked me to leave so that she could dress. The next week it was Mom that came to me asking if I was available to give her a massage. I entered the room as before and went through my usual progression of massaging her shoulders and back and buttock. This time, however as I worked my way up her legs, I saw that she had spread her legs a bit. Light colored hairs peaked out from under the edge of the towel where the cracks of her butt cheeks came together. I moved my hands to massage the upper thigh of her left leg, moving closer to the dark triangle. Her legs opened a little more to give me room and I plainly saw the butterfly shaped lips of her pussy, like little ears surrounding a darker opening. Pretending to carefully massage her upper thigh, I firmly pressed the back of my fingers into the wet softness between her legs. I heard her let out a quick gasp. Emboldened, I began to explore, tracing the line of her lips down to a small nub at the top of her pussy. She spread her legs a little more and began to move slightly as I pinched it gently between my thumb and first finger. Not knowing exactly what to do, I slid my fingers up and into the now quite sticky opening to her pussy. I let one finger enter; then two, then three. It seemed the more fingers I had in her the more firmly she pushed again my little hand. Suddenly, I felt her convulse a little around my fingers as she let out a soft moan. She said a soft word of affection, wrapped her towel loosely around her and weakly left the table. I didn't know why, but as I went to leave I had to adjust my penis in my shorts as it poked stiffly against the fabric of my underwear. It was two weeks before my mother asked me if I could give her a massage again. But this time she said she was going to give me a massage first. She said I had earned it. When I came into the massage room she was dressed in a short robe, and she asked me to strip down to my boxer shorts and lie on my stomach. I turned away from her, pulling off my T-shirt and shyly easing off my shorts. I felt exposed in just my boxers, but Mom didn't say anything and I lay face down on the soft towel covered table. Standing at my head Mom began by scratching my head and massaging my scalp and neck. Her hands felt large and cool as she reached forward to caressed my back and shoulders. Moving to the left side of the table she eased her way down to my bottom, cupping my cheeks and kneading them in a circular motion. She moved down my left leg, squeezing my thigh muscles and my calf. As her hand came up my leg I felt her reach inside my boxers and lightly touch my little ball sack with tip of her finger nails. I felt a jolt go through me and instinctively lifted my butt a little to give her more room. She then removed her hand and slid both her hands up the back of my legs under my shorts. I melted as she touch the skin of my little butt cheeks with her bare hands. "Let's take these off," she said as she tugged at the pant legs of my boxers, "After all, I'm your mother and I've seen you naked many times." I didn't say a word, and obediently lifted my butt as she pulled my boxers down past my ankles and threw them onto the chair. "That's better; you have such a cute little butt," she said as she lightly slapped my bottom and then resumed her caressing. I felt my face warm at her compliment. Having finished a deeper touch massage she began to lightly skim over my skin, barely touching me with both her finger tips and her nails. I felt her go up my back and down my sides. She tickled my bottom and skimmed down the outside of my legs. She came up my left leg with the backs of her nails and as her fingers slowly inched up between my legs I instinctively let my legs open a little and began to raise my hips. I felt her blowing on my ass hole, as she began to tickle the line that ran from my anus across my scrotum to my little penis. She tickled my ball sack and ran her finger lightly up and down my little shaft. It felt like a feather, and I raised my hips higher to give her better access. She reached under my hips with her other hand and gently pinched the purple tip of my penis, which by now was fully firm. I raised my hips higher, and felt her grasp my rigged cock and gently pull it between my legs as she began to milk it between her thumb and first finger. I was now up on all fours and was in ecstasy. I felt a pleasant tingle as I looked between my legs and saw her fingers slide up and down my little shaft until I shook with an aching pulsing as I squirted out a milky fluid which my mother caught in the palm of her other her hand. "Let me go get you a warm towel," she said softly as she opened the message room door and exit the room. I lay in the stillness, still not sure exactly what happened, but certain that what ever it was I wanted more of it. In a few minutes mom returned, a wet wash cloth in her hand. "Turn over Joey, and let me clean you up a bit." I slowly turned over, aware that my penis had shriveled back to its little nub, and a little embarrassed to have my mother not only looking at me, but washing me. She gently took me in her hand, squeezing the droplets from the tip of my penis, while slowly washing me with the warm cloth. She cooed words that made me feel at ease, calling me her little man, and telling me what a beautiful body I had. "Do you want me to give you a front rub?" She asked quietly. As I nodded she moved to my head and slid her hands down my chest. She neaded and messaged my shoulders and my neck, my chest and then began stretching her arms down past my hips and onto my thighs. As she stretched she leaned against my face. Her soft terry towel smelled fresh as I heard her whisper, "It's OK, you can look inside." I reached up and pulled aside her robe, exposing her full breast with its large areole, light brown against her milky skin. I reached in and stroked her nipple, which seemed to jump at the touch of my small hand. "Kiss it, Joey," I heard her coo, "suck on it, like when you were my baby." I pulled her breast toward me with both hands and nestled it tightly against my mouth as my lips separated and drew the half inch long nipple into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. "Oooh, that's good!" She said, brushing my little cock lightly with her finger tips. My penis jumped and I could tell I was beginning to become erect again. I massaged her soft breast as I nibbled and sucked noisily on her nipple. Her breast sagged a little as I pulled on it. I moved to her companion breast. Then I pulled both breasts together, sucking on both her nipples at the same time. She squealed with delight, continuing to tickle and manipulate my hard little member. "Oh Joey," she panted, "you are soo good at that! Let me give you something else to suck on." She disappeared from view for a moment and then she climbed up on the massage table minus her robe. My mother was naked above me and my eyes roamed hungrily over her breasts and down her smooth stomach to the light colored thatch that grew between her legs. She parted her knees and place her pussy directly in front of me as her hands gathered in me privates . I stared at her pussy as she encouraged me to explore. I reached up to touch the moist area between her legs. She gave a start as I separated the large folds, uncovering a small hard point of flesh. "Yes," I heard her say, her voice breathy and excited. I pushed on the hard button and felt her jump. "Take it in your mouth," she whispered, lowering her crotch into my face. I separated her pussy lips with my fingers and reached out with my tongue, tasting the salty goodness of my mother's vagina. I slipped one of the folds into my mouth and sucked it in. I found that hard point again with my tongue and licked it again and again while my mother squirmed. I found the hole between the lips first with my fingers and then with my tongue. I inserted one, then two, then three fingers into her; all the while continuing to swirl and press into the hard point of flesh at the front of her pussy. I felt her arch against my hand as she came with short pulsing bursts. "Oh, Joey!" she said, "Don't stop, oh yes, yes!" The pulsing stopped and I felt her settle her weight on me, groaning a little as again I felt her gather my balls and my erect little penis into her hands. "I guess it's my turn again," I heard her say weakly, and then I felt her mouth on the tip of my hard ten year old penis. She stood it straight up with her hands, wrapped her lips around the tip and then began going up and down my shaft. I could feel her moist mouth sucking on my cock while her fingers tickled my balls and caressed the outline of my ass hole. In a matter of minutes, maybe seconds I again felt that urge welling up in me and I was soon pulsing in ecstasy, while my mother milked my cock with her mouth. "That was amazing, Mom," I said as she slid around to face me. Her eyes twinkled as she smoothed my chest with her hand, and rested her breast against my arm. "You are quite a little guy," she said. "But you know that this is our little secret. Others wouldn't quite understand." she said as she played with my nipples and brought her knee up over my now wilted penis. "I know, Mom," I said, "I love you, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." "You're such a treasure," she said and pinched my cheek. "Now, time to get dressed." With that she slid off the table, grabbed her robe and left the room. I lay there in a haze for a few minutes and then drifted off into sleep.