Chapter 1
I could not believe that here I was, a recently divorced 50 year old father of two grown children, giving a 72 year old woman dressed in a flimsy nightgown, a lower abdomen massage. What was even more unbelievable, it was my mother and I was getting aroused.
She had her eyes closed and murmured, "That feels so good. I think it is working. The pain is easing. I'm so embarrassed that you have to do this. Please don't tell your sisters or your children."
I said, "Don't talk. Please don't be embarrassed, just relax and fall asleep. I'm glad to do this for you after all the times you cared for me." I occasionally let my fingers slide lower and lightly touched and felt her mound of Venus through her nightgown.
I could tell by her relaxed breathing that she was falling asleep.
When I was positive she was sleeping I gingerly opened the top of the nightgown and took a long look at her large pendulous breasts.
Her dark nipples were large and long and were perfectly centered between large brown aureoles. I was mesmerized by her tits. I wanted to kiss them but I was afraid. Before I left I for work I jerked off in the bathroom and cleaned up.
After my divorce I moved back into the house I grew up in. Mom lived alone and the house was comfortable for both of us. She was happy that her baby boy was back home and she waited on me hand and foot.
I often caught her at night in bra and panties and walked in the bathroom one night when she was getting out of the shower. She is attractive, slightly heavy but still shapely. Her pussy hair is a thick beautiful salt and pepper color that matches her hair. Her tits are large and slightly pendulous but still very suckable.
.Let me try to put this in perspective, I fantasized about having sex with my mother since I caught her and my father fucking when I was in grammar school. For years I hated my father for fucking her. My father died 36 years ago. Mom never remarried and never dated. As far as I know she has been celibate.
The last 10 or 15 years she has suffered from severe migraine headaches. She would actually get sick to her stomach. That is what brought us to the abdominal massage I just described and had just administered. I was positive sexual frustration was the cause of the headaches.
Prior to that first massage, I tried to explain to her that I had researched the condition on the internet and discovered on many occasions migraine headaches are caused by the vapors or hysteria, a common malady onset by middle age. She always fluffed it off and continued to suffer.
My research showed whether real or imagined an awful lot of women in the late 19th and early 20th century were treated by the local doctor who administered lower abdominal massage. I never told her that the abdominal massage was in effect a vaginal massage and today the malady is called sexual dysfunction...
In reality the doctors were masturbating our mothers and grandmothers. Our fathers and grandfathers were actually ignoring the sexual desires and needs of this horny woman. Most of the husbands were simply fucking the gals without regard to the sexual satisfaction of the gals. As dutiful wives they remained subservient and simply kept their mouths shut. The really horny gals went to the doctor.
The morning after that first massage, she said she felt great. I told her, "Momma the next time you feel a migraine coming on or you even think you may get one, tell me. I will gladly give you an abdominal massage. Please don't be embarrassed. Besides I really enjoyed it."
She told me, "Stop talking like that," and playfully hit me on my shoulder. She had no idea how much I enjoyed it.
Six days later she said she felt like she was going to get a migraine. I massaged her again. In the next three weeks she asked four times for my help. I was getting excited as hell during the massages and my hands were lingering longer and longer at the top of her mound of Venus.
Chapter 2
I knew she was enjoying this as much as I, so I made my mind up to go for broke the next time she asked. It was a Saturday morning and she told me she was getting a migraine. She was lying on the sofa with her upper torso resting against the arm. She had a summer robe on and a wet washcloth over her forehead. I sat down right next to her. She was holding my right bicep with her left hand as I started the stomach massage.
She was very relaxed and she smelled great. Unlike all the other times, I decided to put my hand under her robe and on her bare abdomen. It was like an electric shock to both of us. She shivered from my touch. Her skin was as smooth as a baby's ass although it was a little flabby. I was getting a hard on from massaging my chubby 72 year old mother's belly.
To my delight and surprise, she did not have panties on under the light summer robe this morning and my hand brushed her generous pubic hair. It was long and very soft. I mustered up the courage to move my hand to the top of her pussy. She unconvincingly said, "Please stop honey. Don't go any lower. Don't you be dirty? Don't touch me any lower."
I told her to relax and I used the weight of my arm to prevent her from getting up. I knew she was really enjoying it and her breathing was beginning to get heavy. I knew she was getting hot.
I got bolder and bolder as her breathing was getting labored. I was actually rubbing the top of her pussy and her pubic hair was making me crazy. I know she wanted me to stop but the pleasure she was feeling and my arm was stopping her from jumping up.
The feel of a man's hand rubbing her near her crotch was stronger than her common sense. She was reluctantly and involuntarily spreading her thighs, giving my hand full access to her pussy. I took advantage of the opportunity. I boldly moved my hand even lower and started to actually rub her beautiful pussy.
She gasped, "Please don't do that Peter. This is filthy. Oh shit this is wrong honey."
She said no but she did not try to fight me and I began rubbing up and down and in a circular motion until I was cupping her entire pussy in my hand. Her hand gripped my arm like a vise and the rocking motion of her pelvis soon took possession of her.
She completely surrendered to the hand on her cunt. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was biting her lips as she started to gasp and twitch from the pleasure I knew I was giving her. She kept pleading, "No! Stop Peter, please stop."
After a few minutes of this rubbing, I inserted my middle finger in her pussy as I continued to rub up and down the entire length of her cunt. My finger was coming out and then sliding in her fuck hole as I moved my hand. Much to my surprise and delight her pussy was dripping wet.
On the outstroke as I finger fucked her, my finger was rubbing her clit and alternately sliding into her honey hole. She was getting the vaginal massage of her life. I knew she wouldn't last long. Her clit was sending electric jolts throughout her pussy and then through the rest of her body. She was hugging my right bicep with both hands and arms.
She had a tremendous orgasm that made her shake and shiver and writhe on the sofa. She was gripping my bicep so hard; I thought she was going to break it. I was breathing so hard I thought I would have a heart attack. She tried to suppress her moans but was not very successful.
She was not pretending to be asleep this morning. She said, "My God! I'm so sorry honey. Please forgive me. What did I let you do to me?" She was hugging my right arm tightly to her beautiful soft tits. "Do you, ahhh.... I'm sorry; do you play with yourself when you go into the bathroom?"
I got up with a bulge in my pants that was straining to get out and smiled and said, "Yes. But it really isn't playing."
