Step Mom Loves Massages

As a massage therapist-in-training, I was always interested in the human body and how it works. So when my dad introduced me to his new wife, I couldn't help but take a closer look at her physical features. My stepmom was a beautiful woman, with long brunette hair that cascaded down her back and piercing green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun. She had a toned and athletic build, thanks to her love of hiking and outdoor activities.

I, on the other hand, was no slouch in the looks department either. With my chiseled jawline and toned muscles, I had always been told that I was attractive. But somehow, my stepmom managed to steal the show every time.

Despite the fact that she was older than me, I couldn't help but develop a little crush on her. Every time I saw her, my heart would race and my palms would get sweaty. I knew it was wrong and that I should keep my feelings to myself, but I just couldn't help it.

As the weeks went by, I found myself thinking about her more and more. I dreamed of running my hands over her toned muscles as I gave her a massage, or of feeling her soft skin against mine as we hiked through the wilderness together.

I knew that I needed to keep my distance and respect the boundaries between us, but it was easier said than done. Every time I saw her, I felt myself being pulled towards her like a magnet.

But despite my feelings, I knew that I could never act on them. My stepmom was my dad's wife, and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship. So I did my best to keep my distance and focus on my own goals, hoping that my feelings for her would eventually fade.

I never really knew what to say to her. It was brief, awkward small talk when we saw each other. But as time went on and she started staying around the house more and more, our comfortability started to grow.

She came up to me while I was watching TV.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you think you could give me a massage? I went on a hike today and my muscles are really sore. I know you're in massage school, so I figured you might be interested in practicing."

"Yeah, of course. I'd be happy to give you a massage. When would you like to schedule it?"

"How about tonight after dinner?"

"That works for me. I have a massage table that I can set up in my room"

"Thank you so much for doing this. I really need one"

She said with a smile before turning away from me and heading upstairs. I couldn't help but stare at her attractive figure.

As a masseur, I always made sure to maintain a professional demeanor when working with clients. So when my stepmom asked me to give her a massage, I made sure to keep things strictly business.

I set up a comfortable space in my room and gathered all of my massage supplies. When the time came, I invited my stepmom in and she lay down on the massage table.

I began to work my hands over her tense muscles, focusing on the task at hand and not getting distracted by her nearness. I used a variety of techniques to help her relax, and I could see the look of relief on her face as the tension began to dissipate.

As I massaged her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I was helping her to feel better. And as the minutes ticked by, I found myself enjoying the experience more and more.

When the massage was over, my stepmom sat up and thanked me. "That was amazing," she said, a look of contentment on her face. "I feel like I could sleep for a week."

I smiled, feeling proud of myself for being able to provide her with some much-needed relaxation. And as she left my room and closed the door behind her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing that I had performed a professional and beneficial service for her.

The next day, she approached me again.

"Hey, do you have a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could give me another massage like you did last time?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to. Is there a specific area that you'd like me to focus on?"

" No, just wherever you think I need it."

"Great! How about tonight after dinner again."

"I'm looking forward to it." She said, almost seductively. But, it's probably just in my head. She just wants a massage for her muscles.

The massage went as usual that night with me focusing on any knots in her back and also helping her to relax. This soon turned into me giving her a massage every night after dinner. And I really enjoyed spending the time with her. Even though we weren't talking all that much, I felt really close to her.

As I continued to give my stepmom massages, I found myself falling more and more attracted her. She was kind, caring, and always there to support me in my pursuit to become a massage therapist. And even though I knew I could never act on my feelings for her, I couldn't help but dream about what it would be like to be with her.

One evening, as I was setting up for our usual massage session, my stepmom walked in wearing a slinky black dress that clung to her curves in all the right places. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the massage table, but I couldn't help but steal glances at her as she settled onto the table.

As I began to work my hands over her muscles, I found myself getting lost in the sensation of her soft skin under my fingertips. And as the minutes ticked by, I found myself getting more and more aroused. I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. I wanted to be able to touch her in more intimate ways, to feel her skin against mine and explore her body with my hands.

I tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on the task at hand, but they kept creeping back up. And as the massage came to an end, I found myself wondering if I would ever be able to fully express my feelings for her.

When the massage was over, my stepmom sat up and thanked me. "You really are the best. That was amazing."

But instead of standing up and leaving like she usually did, she leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. I was taken aback at first, but I couldn't resist the temptation and I kissed her back, my lips moving against hers in a passionate embrace.

When we finally pulled away, we were both breathless. My stepmom looked at me with a mixture of desire and guilt in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have done that."

I shook my head. "Don't be sorry," I said. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

We looked at each other for a moment, neither of us sure of what to do next. And then, without another word, my stepmom stood up and left the room, closing the door behind her.

The next day, she acted as if nothing happen. So, I played along. I wondered if she wasn't going to let me massage her anymore. But when the time came, she showed up right on time.

I was feeling guilty about kissing her. I knew it wasn't right to my dad. But, I wasn't the one who leaned in. Plus, it was just a kiss. It wasn't worth making a big deal out of it. And massages can be pretty intense. It obviously didn't mean anything, it was just the moment. I decided that wouldn't happen again.

I began the massage the same as I always did. Starting with her faced up, working on everything she needs before having her turn over. But as much as I enjoyed giving massages, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness whenever my stepmom asked me to massage a specific area of her body. So when she asked me to massage her buttocks, I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated.

"Are you sure that's appropriate?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She nodded. "I trust you," she said. "I know you'll be professional about it. I climbed a lot of stairs today during my workout and I can really feel it"

I took a deep breath and tried to push aside my nervousness. I was always a bit apprehensive by the requests. But as a massage therapist-in-training, I knew that it was important to maintain a professional demeanor and do my best to help my clients feel better. So when she arrived and settled onto the massage table, I took a deep breath and began to get to work.

As I moved down her back, I focused on her lower back and buttocks, using deep pressure to help loosen the tight muscles. She let out a series of soft moans as I massaged her, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal at the sound. But I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on the task at hand. I knew that it was important to maintain a professional demeanor, and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize my relationship with my stepmom.

The massage completed as usual and she said thank you like she always did. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit disappointed when she didn't give me a kiss at the end like she did before. But, it was probably for the best anyways.

The next massage came. To be honest, I have been really looking forward to the massages. Now, she always wore panties and a bra during our massages that wrapped around her body like they were created specifically for her. It was probably her amazing figure that made the clothes look so perfect. I found myself sometimes staring when the section of her body wasn't covered by the soft white sheet. I tried not to at first, but I completely gave up a while ago. Plus, she has her eyes closed when she's faced up so she would never know.

As I massaged her, she suddenly sat up and asked if it would be okay if she took off her clothes. "I don't want to get oil on them," she explained. "last time some got on my panties when you were massaging my butt and it was kind of hard to get it when I went to wash it."

I thought this was a bit strange because these oils were made to be easily washable. But, maybe it was just the material of it. I think it's silk? I'm not sure though. Her argument made sense to me.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was appropriate for me to see her naked. But at the same time, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see her body up close.

"Sure," I said, trying to keep my voice deep and nonchalant.

She stood up and slipped off her clothes, revealing a toned and curvaceous body that took my breath away. I couldn't help but stare at her as she settled back onto the massage table, my eyes taking in every inch of her perfect form.

I tried to focus on the task at hand and not get distracted by her nearness, but it was easier said than done. Every time I touched her skin, I felt a surge of desire run through me.

I put off getting to her perfect naked ass. Even though I was super excited to massage her there, the thought of it made my heart start to beat quickly. But as I moved from her lower back to her exposed butt, it seemed almost like she was purposely spreading her legs.

Was she doing this on purpose?? As I started massaging it, I heard her moan more often and a bit louder than she ever had before. Was she wet?? Was she horny from my massage?? Of course I stared at her pussy and it was perfect. Like someone was drawing a perfect fantasy woman.

I probably spent more time than I should've on her butt, but I couldn't stop. It was like I was in a trance. Plus, I could hear that she was enjoying it. I let my fingers get as close to her pussy as I could without it seeming suspicious.

After all, she's just sore and tense from working out. She doesn't want me, it just feels good. And that kiss was just a one time thing. She couldn't possibly want anything more. It was just a massage and she was comfortable with me. Although sometimes I felt like she was being flirty with me around the house, that was just in my head. Wishful thinking. My lust for her is just clouding my perception.

These rambling thoughts finally left my head as I finished the massage. She sat up to say something to me and her big, firm tits held up on her body so beautifully. She said that was the best massage she ever had.

I tried not to look down while she made eye contact with me. It took everything to focus on her words. I don't know exactly what I said, but I think I thanked her for letting me get practice and that she's helping me get better or something. I'm not sure that what I said made sense. I was talking really fast.

With her exposed tits out, she puckered up her lips for a kiss and I instinctively gave her one without hesitation. After the quick kiss she smirked and got up from the table. She bent down to grab her clothes and walked out of my room. All while completely naked with my eyes glued to her.

She went to take a shower and while I could hear the water running, I couldn't help but to lay on the table that I gave her a massage. I stroked my 8 inch cock thinking of her tits and all the ways that I wish I could fuck her on the table. I imagined that she was in the shower touching her perfect pussy right now thinking of me. I could still smell her on the table and I came to the image of her sucking my cock while on the table with her tits exposed for me.

After I came, I knew that this was bad and that I need to stop thinking about her that way..... But it's just fantasy.... and it's not like anything is going to happen anyways. It's just a professional massage.... I need to get it together.