I knew it was morning because the sunlight had penetrated my still closed eyelids, feigning sleep when her fingernails traced the outline swelling of my breast to linger teasingly on its already hardening nipple.
Expert fingers, fingers adept in the art of womanly love moved slowly down the underside of that breast and inched their way further south to dwell a while on my belly. Wanting and hoping I imperceptibly moved a leg to allow those same fingers access to my womanly fount should they be inclined to enter and pleasure me.
Slowly, slowly, her fingers brushed against the jet black curly pubes which covered my Mons, deftly weaving this way and that, now probing into my inner sanctum to re-emerge sticky with the fresh juices from my temple of love.
They moved higher and circled my clit, and then a sharp squeeze between finger and thumb which made me yelp.
“Wake up Darling, its morning,” said Christa.
I muttered something unkind about the method of awakening and she laughed and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue fencing with mine and bringing a rush of early morning sexual excitement.
If you have already read the first chapter of The Massage you will be aware that Christa is no other than my mother. Beautiful, petite, raven haired Christa who at the tender age of 34 had borne me just over 18 years ago. She had come to stay with me for the weekend in my rented house which was normally shared with 3 other girls, but luckily they were all away for this long Holiday weekend.
You will have read that it was with trepidation that I offered my dear mother a massage, hoping against hope that she would become aroused enough to fulfil my sexual fantasies about her. She did, and we made love for the first time that day. First time, second time third, I could go on but both of us lost count, and who cares anyway now that we had discovered our mutual extra mother/daughter love?
“Shower time, then something to eat,” she carried on, “I must return your favour of yesterday.”
Tingling with excitement we showered together cramped in that tiny stall with barely warm water but we cared not because we knew that the day opened up new horizons for the two of us.
“Are you dressing Chris?” I asked her as we towelled each other dry. You may think it strange but I had begun to calmly mother by her given name years ago and she encouraged it.
“What’s the point?” she replied, “I’m going to give you the massage of your life after breakfast.”
Hearing that brought goose bumps to my skin as it tingled anew and that familiar ache of longing stirred in my groin. I had always loved Christa and knew full well that she loved me as a daughter but now we had added a new dimension to that love. My dear Christa who was my mother looked young enough to be my slightly older sister. Oh how I loved her at that moment, and Oh, how I love her still.
We wandered around the kitchen as naked as the day we were born, totally unconcerned that passers by may glance through the window. We were absorbed in ourselves, feeding each other tiny pieces of toast and marmalade and laughing when one piece slipped and slithered face down on Christa’s left breast. Of course I had to lick it off rather than wipe it and I think it was that small act that decided us it was time to return to the bedroom.
The day before I had raided one of my housemates’ (Beth) drawers for some massage oil – she had loads of different oils and had even massaged me the week before until just as things may, just may have become interesting we were interrupted by one of the other girls. I made a mental note to buy her another bottle and recreate the scene when she returned from holiday.
But now Christa and I were climbing the stairs hand in hand, stopping on every second step or so to kiss and fondle. I loved the feel of that small firm body, slightly tanned by the sun, honed and toned by regular workouts at the gym. She in turn loved my youthful body and we revelled in the delights of each other.
“Bed Emma, and face down please,” she firmly instructed me. I liked the fact that she had taken complete control of events for I am the sort of person that likes to be mildly dominated which after all these years together Christa knew only too well.
I lay face down as instructed and parted my thighs just as far as they would go, wanting to show my mother everything she saw was clearly on offer. She had been in the same position the day before and the very sight of her vaginal lips posing cheekily through her bum cheeks had made me burn with desire. I wanted her to feel the same about me.
“Saucy bitch,” she whispered as she took hold of both feet and began to rub. She was kneeling behind me and had my feet resting on her breasts as she gently began to rub the soles and I felt the firmness of her breasts with the upper part of my feet.
I was beginning to get excited at the prospect of a full and intensive sexual massage from my gorgeous mother and was just wondering how it was going to proceed when she took one of my big toes and began to suck on it like a baby would suck on a nipple.
The effect was electrifying! Never before had anyone sucked my toes and now the first one to volunteer was Christa, my mother.
“Goooo,” I think I said, “ Gooo Christa that feels sooo good!”
She muttered something and then took the toe out of her mouth long enough to tell me to place a pillow under my thighs – she wanted my butt raised she said because it looked more erotic than being flat on the bed.
Yesssssssss!!!! No problem there mother dear, and I did as she asked while she got down to the seriously sensual act of sucking all of my toes one by one. I was in heaven again for as she did this her hands were all the time massaging my calves, then thighs but from her position that was as far as she could reach.
“I love you Mum,” I whispered hoarsely and not expecting any reply was overcome with joy when Christa replied that she loved me to distraction.
Feet done she concentrated on my thighs and paid particular attention to the insides where the skin is more tender for some reason. I felt those strong little fingers working their way towards the crack of my bum, one hand on each cheek as she prised them slightly further apart.
Of course I tried to help her in this by raising my lower cheeks still further and pushing out my bum for her ministrations.
Her thumbs were nearly together inside my bum cheeks and they must have been prising open my tightly closed anus – it was a feeling beyond belief, but nothing in life had prepared me for what she did to me next.
I thought I felt her hot breath on that most tender area around my puckered hole and was becoming so turned on that I felt a dribble of my juices escaping from my love hole to waste itself by dripping onto the pillow underneath.
“OOHHHHHHHHHHH,” from me as my mother’s loving lips enclosed my bum hole and her tongue tickled around the outside of it.
“OOHHHHHHHHHHH,” again as her pointy tongue penetrated that same tight hole. This was pure bliss and it was evident that my mother was a very accomplished lover. Fleetingly I wondered how many lovers she had had, and whether she did this with them, and did she do this with my Dad. Soon those and all other thoughts were abandoned as I felt a finger, then two slide into my slickly wet cunt.
Cunt is a word that I use when aroused, not as a swearword, and my mother was finger fucking my cunt like it had never been finger fucked before. There were slurping noises coming from it when she pushed in and there were slurping noises coming from it when she withdrew those manicured fingers that knew their job so well.
Her mouth left my anal opening and I felt a little pang of sadness because that had so far been the pinnacle of my sexual life to date. I need not have worried because a second or so later she slid a wetted finger slowly but firmly into that dark recess, deep, deep inside me where no finger had ever been before.
Push, pull back, push, pull back went those nimble fingers in both of my orifices, and when she pushed so did I to heighten the enjoyment.
All of a sudden that feeling washed over me and I knew I was about to cum, and cum hard at that. It was unstoppable and even more amazing because up until that point she had not placed a finger on my rock hard clitty, nor did she need to. I came as never before and pushed against her firm hand which seemed to be sliding further and deeper into me. Was my own mother attempting to fist me? It seemed so!
But no, she told me later that she had just four fingers in me and that it probably seemed like more because of my inexperience.
She patted my butt and told me to turn over, which I did to see her licking my juices from her hand, or at least the hand that had been inside my cunt. I looked down at it and felt it, felt the wetness she had brought out of me which was all over the insides of my thighs and wondered not for the first time how beautiful Mother Nature was to equip us ladies with such superbly inbuilt lovemaking equipment.
“I want to eat you Chris,” Oh wow, did I say that? Yes of course I did! “I want to eat you until you shout and scream like I did just then.”
A knowing look and a smile of pure lust was etched on her beautiful face as she made her way up the bed and straddled my face with her silky thighs.
She pressed her cunt onto my face but kept most of the weight off me and on those thighs as she leaned slightly forward and offered her fount of love and joy for me to lick.
Hers was the first cunt that I had ever licked and the day before was the first time for me. I remembered her scent which had driven me wild before and was working its magic on my senses again just then, and with hands pulling her further down on my greedy mouth I set to with a will.
Christa moaned in ecstasy as that tongue of mine found her most erogenous areas and I truly believed that I was getting as much enjoyment from the act of sucking her into oblivion as I had the day before when she did it to me.
An extra loud moan escaped her lips as she began to orgasm onto my face with a vengeance, and not wanting to waste a precious drop of her secretions I brought round a hand to rub her clitty whist my mouth enclosed her entire love hole.
It was at that point, just at the point where she lost control that she squirted a little and her pee hit the inside of my mouth. I tasted, liked it and swallowed expecting more but when no more came from her I was content to lick furiously until my dear mother shouted for me to stop.
“Oh darling,” she said, “I’m so sorry that happened, “I just couldn’t help it.”
