Mom and the Massage
This story is about a mother and her son; both are over 18 and are consenting adults. Hope you like it. Once again, you can leave comments and as usual I do not want people to vote I just want their comments and I enjoy when other writers tell me how to better improve my writing and if you leave a comment, anonymously then understand that I don't mistake your inability to write as informative or helpful. All I will say is if you do not like my style of writing, and then write your own! Try it you may like
Mom had just returned from the gym after her 5 days a week workout. She would run to the gym and then exercise, and then run home. It was at least 4 miles each way. Once she caught her breath, she would take a nice hot bath.
During the time she spent catching her breath, I would run her bath. It was always the little things that make our relationship work> she would do all the cooking and laundry; I would mow the lawn and help with the dishes as well as keep things picked up around the house. I went to school and she went to work. This was our relationship since dad had left us for his boyfriend three years ago.
Due to her regular workout routine, she was in great shape. I played sports so both of us were in good condition. Mom was younger than most of my friends mothers and looked a lot more healthy compared to most other women at 39. I was 19 and a senior in high school, and played baseball from the age of 5 starting with Tee-ball!
This day in particular, mom was stiff and sore more than usual. When she first entered the house, she stated, "Every muscle in my body hurts for some reason! I may have over done the gym today. Either that or I am just getting old!"
I laughed and said, "Mom, you are not getting old, just like a bottle of fine wine, you are getting better!"
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek saying, "Thanks for trying to make me feel better! Maybe after I cool down and take my bath I won't feel so achy."
She walked toward the kitchen to get a glass of water and I headed up stairs to start her bath. After I added the bath oil into the tub, I retrieved her towel and set everything on the vanity. As I headed back down stairs, I heard her moan in pain. I just hoped she would feel better after her bath.
As I was coming down the stairs, she was going up. I said, " I am going to play a video game while you take your bath. If you need anything, just holler." Her smile was enough of an answer.
After about an hour, mom still had not come back down, so I went to check on her. I knocked on the bathroom door and asked, "Mom, are you alright?"
Her reply was, "yea I am just going to soak a little bit longer. I'll start dinner if a few."
I answered with, "take your time!"
Another half hour went and I heard mom on the stairs. With each step she moaned in pain. When she came around the corner, I noticed a little limp in her getty-and-go. I felt sorry that she was in so much pain.
I suggested, "Why don't we just order Chinese for tonight? That will keep you off your feet tonight and give you some more time to relax your muscles!"
She said, "Thanks sweetheart, you take so good of your old mother!" I just laughed.
I ordered and we ate. I cleaned the table and threw away the trash. Mom had gone to the family room on my insistence and had turned on a moving. I knew mom was sore still so I went upstairs and grabbed towel and the tube of ointment from the medicine cabinet, headed back toward the family room. I made another stop to pickup her yoga mat and took them into the family room. I sat the ointment and towel on the arm of the couch and unrolled the mat in front of the TV.
Mom asked, "What are you doing?"
It is kind of obvious, isn't it?" I replied. "Come on and get over here or do I need to help you?"
She understood that I was joking and she simply smiled, pushing herself off the couch and slowing knelt down onto the mat.
She said, "Please don't use that smelly crap on me! Just get some oil from my nightstand! Make sure you get the Almond scented one and put it in a bowl of hot water to warm it up! Please if it is not too much trouble?"
I went and filled her request. While I was heating the water I put the oil in the microwave for just 30 seconds to heat it, the water would keep it warm, but cool it down so it wouldn't burn her. When I returned to the family room, mom had taken her top off but left her bra on and was lying on her stomach. I knelt at her legs and she had a pair of sleeping shorts on. So I took the oil and put some in my hands and rubbed them together so that when I applied it to her legs my hands would not absorb the oil.
I started at her feet and slowly rubbed the soles and top, making sure to use enough pressure to work the soreness out.
Mom's moans told me I had done her feet right. I moved up the back of her calves working to move the tightness up and toward the rest of her legs. I continued to massage the back of her knees and went up her thighs, stopping just below the bottom of her shorts. After that I moved to the outside and inside of her thighs heading back down her muscular legs pushing and pulling the soreness back toward her feet.
Her moans, once again, was my gage as to how well it was working. I had never done this for her before so I was new to this. When I had reached her feet, I moved to where I could pull her legs gently and work her ankles one at a time. I looked up her legs and noticed that she had spread her legs open a bit to give me more room to stretch them.
To my surprise, I saw a wet spot on her shorts! I asked her, are you enjoying this?"
A relaxed moan was enough to let me know that I was doing well. I then moved around to where her head was and checked the temperature of the water and it was still warm. I filled my hand with more oil and rubbed them together just before I reached down to the small of her back, spreading the warm oil on her perfect skin. I was really enjoying this as much as she was and it was beginning to show as I had felt a slow growth between my own legs. I was glad that her head was turned to the side where mom could not see me. As I moved on her lower back, I carefully avoided touching the top of her shorts, but I did spread my hands to cover her sides as I pulled her tense achy muscles toward me, just as I had on her legs. I had become fascinated with her tanned skin, and wondered if the time at the gym if she had spent time in the tanning bed! Moving slowly up her back I came across her bra strap and before I could say anything she reached back and unhooked it and let it fall toward her sides, letting me know that no obstructions would prevent her massage. Right off, I noticed there was not a tan line. I pulled her tight muscles toward me and then leaned in to reach her waste again only along her sides as I pulled the strained muscles all the way up to her arm pits accidently touching the sides of her breasts. As I did so, another soft moan came out of her throat most like a humming sound.
I then proceeded to apply oil to her left arm stretching it above her head. i thoroughly massaged her arm. I gently lay it on the right side of my leg and repeated the same action on her right arm as well. I worked the back of her neck and shoulders.