This is an incest fantasy about one of Jenna Jameson's characters from one of her best movies, The Masseuse. All characters are 18 years old or older.
I really couldn't believe what was on my computer screen. It was an ad for a massage parlor, and my mom was in it. The ad showed the inside of one of the massage rooms, with all the girls in their uniforms of a tight white t-shirt and a transparent white shawl skirt. They were all beautiful, and there on the right, was my mom, Jenna.
My mom was hot. Beyond beautiful, she looked like a showgirl. Perfect blonde hair with highlights that she wore in various styles, a perfect face and award winning smile, and most importantly, the most mouthwatering fake DD tits in the world. All of this was on top of a body that made Greek statues look like craigslist hookers. She was a full on sex goddess, which my friends in high school were keen to remind me. I frequently got questions on if my mom ever mentioned them.
Not helping things was the time period of the early 2000s, when milf porn was on the rise thanks to porn companies like Naughty America and shows like Desperate Housewives. There was also another, smaller, more secret community: incest porn. Right now, it was small, relegated to mostly Japanese comics translated (poorly) into English scans, some roleplay videos, and a very small amount of mainstream movies like Taboo with Kay Parker.
But if you were a generate, like me, you could hear the porn actresses saying "Fuck your friend's hot mom!" And hear "Fuck your hot mom!" I found a few porn actresses doing milf porn that looked like mom, very easy since she looked the part of a pornstar herself. Seeing a woman like mom fucking was all I needed to get off hard. All those Barely Legal 18 year olds and Girls Gone Wild videos were suddenly tame compared to this high octane fetish of mom on son action.
Back to the present. I had found this ad by chance. I was freshly 18 myself and realized I could attend "adult" places like massage parlors and 18+ strip clubs. Sure, by sheer technicality, a massage place was not a brothel. But everyone knew the girls sold extras, codenamed "happy endings." I had heard the scuttlebutt that these ranged from oil handjobs to full on bare sex. In the spirit of scientific exploration, I researched ones in my area.
In hindsight, it was obvious I would find my mom working there, eventually. There were only a few parlors in our area and we lived together. She could commute easily to this parlor, it was an easy walk away and a minute or two drive, located in a strip mall in the suburbs, in-between a pizza shop and a tailor. I wondered if the old Asian lady running the tailor shop could hear the moans of pleasure. Maybe they insulated the walls really well. The thought of hearing those sounds of pleasure was enough to get me hard.
That gave me an idea. Obviously if I showed up there, mom would throw a fit. But what if I could see her working. Man if I could see my mom doing anything sexual, even just an HJ, I would fucking explode in pleasure. The question was how? Drill a hole from the pizza parlor into a room and peep through it? I'm not ashamed to admit I thought about it, as stupid an idea as it is. I realized the flaw was I didn't even know the layout, let alone what room my mom worked in.
Wait a minute. Mom worked there. So, she must have a key. According to their hours, they closed at midnight Fridays and Saturdays, 10 pm every other day. I set my plan into motion that night, a Thursday. I waited til long after mom went to bed, then went into her purse, which she always stored in a box by the front door. Her keys were inside. I snuck out the house and took a leisurely walk to the parlor. On the way, I analyzed her keys. One had a Ford logo, that was obviously the key to her Exploder. One had pink nailpolish on it and I recognized that was her front door key. That only left one other silver unmarked key.
I walked up to the door of the parlor, super casual. I stuck the key in the knob and turned. It opened effortlessly. I went inside and closed the door. My heart was beating so fast, but the hard part was over now that I was inside and out of site. I turned the lights on. There was a front desk and some chairs in a waiting area. On the desk was a planner, I perused it and saw "Jenna J, room 8." She even used her real name. I went down the hall to room eight. Using the same key, I unlocked it and entered, then turned the light on.
The room was very nice, not dingy at all. It really was the room from the ad: new soft orange wallpaper, new furniture and plush carpet, props like artwork on the walls and fake bowls of fruit on shelves, and a very modern and clean massage table. There was an area in the corner that housed all the tools; massage oil, towels, the usual. Snooping through it, I found a box containing KY jelly and condoms. I knew it. My mom was prostituting herself here. Fucking hot.
What I found in the closet was even better.
Upon opening the closet, I found the usual things, spare shirts and skirts, towels, and storage. But on the top shelf, there was a laptop. Opening it revealed there was no login, it immediately booted to desktop and showed a camera feed for the room. By following the camera's feed, I found the spycam was a dummy smoke detector. Pretty slick for the time.
Was my mom being recorded against her will? Naw, she could login to this no problem and in fact, looking at the Firefox history, she used it to check email and watch videos, probably on her break. Could they be blackmailing customers? No, she wouldn't do something like that. Most likely, it was for recording customers in the event something went wrong, like a customer wouldn't take no for an answer. Probably lots of places used systems like this.
I was a tech nerd, myself. So I dove into the system. Confirming my suspicion, the hard drive was set to delete recordings every few days to save hard drive space, which was very limited. I also found this place had wireless. Hmmm....
Going into the standard windows remote desktop shell, I set the computer to be visible with a password: Mymomsbigtits69 (don't tell anyone). I also set it so the computer could be woken up remotely, and that the remote shell was hidden in the tray. I wrote the IP address on a sticky note. I then put everything back the way it was and locked the doors back up, turned the lights off, and went home. I replaced my mom's keys and went to my room, to my desktop. I took the written IP address and activated the remote handshake. Success. Computer security in the early 2000s was a complete joke. I now could remote into the laptop and see the camera feed live. I could even record it.
Now, to play the waiting game.
Friday after school I rushed home and logged on. Sure enough, there was my mother, giving a massage to a guy. He was on his back, with a towel over his lower half, as she massaged his chest. The guy was super jacked, I was surprised. I thought only losers would need to go there, like, actuaries, or NFL team owners.
Mom's massage technique looked pretty good, to be honest. Her hands slid over his skin with what looked like just the perfect amount of pressure. My dick was rock hard in anticipation of seeing her perform a sex act. I underdressed and stroked myself slowly, wanting a tantric masturbation session.
"Relax, take a deep breath." Mom said.
"I don't think I know how to relax." I was amazed at the clarity of the audio. The picture was really good, too, way better than webcams at the time.
The guy reached put and grabbed mom's tit outside her shirt. Mom stopped and gave an annoyed look, though not facing the guy. She rolled her tongue in her mouth as she decided whether or not to deal with this. I got the impression she was a bit of a rookie at the world's oldest profession.
"That makes me a little uncomfortable." Boo! C'mon mom, sometimes ya gotta put out to make it in this business! The guy took his hand away, but then after a moment tried to go under her shirt.
"Sorry. It's just, you're so soft. I really want to touch you."
"Look, I know." Mom walked away and lit a cigarette, then took a heavy drag.
"You know we could get in a lot of trouble.... are you a cop?"
"...N-no." the awkward nerdy way he said it was more evidence than what he said. Mom took a drag and blew smoke at an angle with her lips. So hot.
"Ok turn over." The guy turned over and mom started on his back. She massaged him for a few minutes. Then the guy turned and looked at her.
"Could you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Could you shave me?" Mom looked a little annoyed but a lot less than when he groped her. It seem like a bit of an odd request that she shave his pubes. It must not be that strange though because my mother had in her tool kit shaving cream and a disposable razor. Sure enough, she removed his towel. His cock was semi-hard and pretty big. Mom slathered his junk in shaving cream and started the process of pube removal. As she shaved him, I saw the appeal. Shaving yourself was fucking awkward. Having a hot blonde do it, was genius. This guy was way smarter than the average dude.
"So tell me, why do you want me to do this?"
"I thought it would make me feel sexy. You ever do it?"
"Do I shave down there?" This may seem an odd question to people reading this in the future, but for the time period, it was not. It was still a coin flip if chicks shaved their pussies. Sure, it had caught on more than in the 80s, which was not at all, but it was not ubiquitous. Of course people trimmed, but he was asking if she went bald.
"Once."
"I'd love to see you shaved." Mom paused as if she was resisting a giggle at his amateur pick up attempt.
"I'd bet you would." She continued to shave him. He broke the silence.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure, I love secrets." Mom said sarcastically.
"I'm a virgin." Ah. Now it made sense. 30 year old virgin situation. Mom couldn't resist a smile and a giggle.
"You're shitting me. Truly a virgin?... alright." She finished shaving him.
"There you go. Smooth as a baby." She cleaned him up with a hot towel and then dried him off, leaving the towel tenting over his erection.
