Mike Johnson and I have been friends since before high school, and grew up just a few blocks from each other. We’re both now 19 and in college. This summer we are back in our hometown and see each other every few days. He is working part time for a retail store, and I’m studying therapeutic massage three days each week.
Yesterday we planned for me to come over to his parents’ house after lunch and hang out at their pool, which is very private and secluded with a high fence and trees around it. When I arrived, I came around to the side of the house to the private entrance to their backyard. As I’ve always done when visiting their home, I tapped on the gate and walked on back around the hedge to the pool area. There was Mike’s mom, Judy.
Judy is a knockout. She is 38 years old, and looks 25. She is petite, only about five feet tall, trim and lean, and with the greatest set of breasts I’ve ever seen - not that I’d ever actually seen them bare, but they are often on display in the tiny bikinis that she usually wears around their pool. Yesterday was no exception. Judy was lying on a padded area on the ground reading when I appeared and greeted her.
“Hi, Ben. Mike said you’d be coming over. He asked me to apologize for him. His manager called a few minutes ago and asked him to come in to work because another worker called in sick,” Judy explained.
“Oh, all right, Mrs. Johnson,” I replied. “I’ll come back another day.”
“Would you like a coke or a beer, while you’re here?” she asked. “You might as well relax and enjoy the pool awhile.”
“A beer would be great,” I said. “Thanks.” I was glad to have an excuse to hang out with her.
“Have a seat. I’ll get a cold one for you,” Judy gestured to the comfortable pad strewn with pillows as she went into the house.
I said down against some pillows beside a short table. In a few minutes Judy returned with a beer for me and one for herself. As she leaned over to put the beer on my table, her breasts hung deliciously in front of me, only slightly supported by the tiny bikini top. I tried to avert my eyes, but no doubt my interest in the view was obvious to her, as her knowing smile and twinkling eye suggested. She took her time arranging the coaster and slowly pouring my beer into a glass, seeming in no hurry to stand up, all the while allowing me to gaze furtively at those beautiful mounds.
We sat and chatted for several minutes. Mike’s dad works 8 to 5 in an office and Judy does freelance writing from home. She explained that she was taking a break to enjoy the perfect weather this afternoon.
Conversation turned to my therapeutic massage program, in which Judy seemed quite interested.
“Do you get lots of hands on practice?” she inquired.
“Some, but never enough,” I replied, interpreting her question as an intriguing opening. “I never get tired of giving massages, and always learn from the different ways that different people respond.”
“Well, we might have a match here,” she grinned. “I love massage too, but rarely have the opportunity. Care to practice on me?”
I could hardly contain my glee at the prospect of being able to finally get my hands on this beautiful woman, who had starred in many of my masturbation fantasies for years.
I invited Judy to lie down on her stomach as I retrieved a bottle of massage oil from my backpack. I squeezed some of the oil onto my hands and started massaging her feet, gradually progressing up her legs. Her bikini bottom was a thong, and as I approached her buttocks, she sensed my hesitation. “Anything that’s not covered is fair game,” she volunteered. “Go ahead and massage my butt if that body part is included in your method. I’m not shy.”
So, I proceeded to knead her gluteus maximus muscles for several minutes, trying to maintain a professional manner. After all, this was the mother of my friend, so I didn’t want her to think I was turned on.
After a few minutes, it was time to continue my progression up her spine to the lumbar and thoracic areas. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top, saying “Here, let me get this strap out of the way for you.” I proceeded to work my way up her back and down each arm. The bulges of the sides of her ample breasts were tantalizing, but I resisted the urge to touch them.
“Now it’s time for the front,” I said. She promptly rolled over on her back, holding her bikini top to her breasts but not re-hooking it. She just positioned the small fragments of cloth to cover her nipples and put her arms out to her sides, ready for me to massage the front of her body.
“Some clients like to have a cloth over their faces during this part,” I explained in a professional voice. “It gives them a feeling of privacy. What’s your preference?”
“Nice idea,” Judy responded, turning to her side and reaching for a small towel, which she folded and placed over her eyes. That movement caused her bikini top to slip to the side as her soft, flowing breasts shifted, exposing one nipple.
I tried my best to not let my massage technique be affected by the delicious sight before me. Her smooth round perfect nipples are dark brown and about the size of a half dollar. I again returned to her feet, working my way up her thighs and to her tight stomach. The side-to-side motion of my hands on her abdomen caused her tiny bikini top to slip even further, now exposing both nipples.
Perhaps feeling the cloth changing position on her breasts, Judy lifted the cloth from her eyes and noticed that her breasts were now entirely revealed. “Oh, my,” she exclaimed in mock surprise. “What have we here? Oh, well, I guess there’s nothing left to hide. Do you mind if I just get this out of the way? Or, would you prefer that I put it back on?”
“Whichever way you are more comfortable, Mrs. Johnson,” I replied. “If you would like for me to include your breasts in the massage, they should be bare, of course.”
“Do you usually massage breasts when you work with females?” she inquired.
“Many women are shy, and prefer not to have their breasts massaged,” I answered. “But others find it pleasant and relaxing.”
