The Man of the House

Another week passed by, and I laid out on the couch while staring at my phone. There was a text message there. I had been waiting for a response for too long, and when it finally came, I was too afraid to reply to it. I was once again stuck between indecision and curiosity.

“Come on, honey, come to bed…” I felt someone nudge my feet.

“Mom, no one’s stopping you from going to bed,” I muttered.

“I want a massage. You promised.” She spoke in a pouty voice.

I looked up and the end of the couch where my feet were hanging to see my mom wearing nothing but a slightly translucent teddy. She didn’t even have underwear on. She was also bending over far her boobs were nearly popping out.

“Is it really a message you want?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you doubting me?” She asked sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders and causing her breasts to jiggle.

“You know, it’s a school night, right?”

“But tomorrow is Friday, so you’ll have the whole weekend off after that.” She defended.

“Isn’t it better to spend time on the weekend?”

“My new job makes me work on weekends. You know that.”

After everything that had happened between me and her boss, Mom’s job situation had been turbulent for a while. There was an investigation, and it had ended up leaking what Ms. Dean had done. Her sexual assault, coworker abuse, and various other things became public, and she was quickly fired. My mom was called back, and she was offered Ms. Dean’s old job and a desperate apology from the higher-ups, who feared being sued.

Mom had actually gotten an offer from a new place that paid even more than mom would have made with Ms. Dean’s old supervisor job, and so she refused and took that job instead. Unfortunately, that job had her work twelve hours on weekends. The twelve hours shifts were bad, but she did get three days off a week though, which she was able to spend with us kids. That usually meant that she spend her days off begging for attention from me.

I told mom I would take care of her, so I couldn’t exactly just tell her to go find a boyfriend. Even if she wanted to, I would never allow it. In the end, I could only let out a sigh. It wasn’t easy being the man in a house full of women. I got up and followed mom into the bedroom. She practically skipped into her room before jumping on the bed. She then lifted her butt in the air and shook it at me. Since she wasn’t wearing underwear, this gave me the whole sight of my mother unabashedly.

“Make sure to get my butt. My new job has me sitting a lot and my butt is sore.

I moved over to the bed, and walking on my knees I grabbed a bottle of oil from her headboard bookcase and moved next to her butt. Her teddy had fallen up, and her underwearless bottom was hanging out. I lifted the bottle and then dribbled some of the oil over her butt cheeks, and only then did she let her lower half flop down. I reached out and squeezed her butt slightly, moving my fingers over her soft skin.

“Mmm…” She let out a little moan of approval.

Although I complained about it, I rather liked massaging my mom. She appreciated the touch a lot more than my sisters, who lacked patience and always tried to push for something more. I could dig my fingers into her, and feel every nook and cranny of her body. My hands could derive her pleasure, and I liked listening to the little moans she made. I admitted that it started to make my cock hard. I figured I was pretty helpless now. There was no getting around that I was into my mother.

“Harder…” She panted.

I let out a soft chuckle and then moved to put my elbow there, really pushing down on her butt. It was already covered in oil and had a shiny sheen to it. I kneaded and pushed into it the best I could, really working those butt muscles. Her moans grew even louder. I spent a good deal of time on her butt, however, there was much more of my mother to oil up.

I moved down her legs, working on the back of the thighs. I added a little bit more oil, and she spread her legs slightly. Although I knew what awaited between those legs, I resisted the urge for a little bit longer and continued to rub the back. Her moans weren’t as loud as when I was doing her body, but I could feel a heat emanating from between her legs, and I knew I was doing something for her.

Rather than start something from which there was no going back, I decided to keep the massage going a little more. My sisters were very easy to please, and a sexual encounter with them could go from being aroused to climax within fifteen minutes. Mom was a little different. She needed more attention, and she had to build her way up. When she got there, she could want it for hours at a time. I was getting good stamina with a house full of horny women, but mom still wore me out. In other words, it was better to front-load things a bit, as it’d make our later event a bit more reasonable.

I continued to move down her legs and ended up at her feet. Mom was just a working woman in the end, and the women of this world still war high-heels and the like, so her feet naturally hurt. I made sure to kneed the bottom of her feet skillfully. I raised one and rubbed it hard, doing the toes and the heel before putting it back down and attacking the other. As I lifted and manipulated her feet, mom’s legs had spread open a bit more, and I could see the lips of her waiting pussy. It was nearly as shiny as her butt and legs. Did some oil leak down her crack? I thought it was more likely that mom was wet down there for other reasons.

After finishing mom’s feet, I worked back up and went for her inner thighs. This elicited another grunt as I used both hands, one on each thigh. As I pushed against them, this also spread her legs, even more, revealing her bush and slit. By the time I got to this part, I had little control left. She had asked me to start with the butt, so she must have expected I’d get worked up. If I started with her shoulders, I might have been able to last a little longer.

I worked her thighs while kneeling between them. Every time I brought my fingers up in a long rub, I’d allow the tips to accidentally brush against her exposed lips. Mom’s moans started to grow more staggered and needy. I thought about letting a finger slide in on my next wave, but I resisted the urge. After all, I hadn’t touched her front yet.

“Mom, rollover. I’ll get your front.”

Mom got up and turned around, but as she did so, she reached down and pulled up her teddie. It was already a thin thing that revealed everything, but I couldn’t help but get even more excited as I saw her toss it to the side, showing her naked body. She seemed completely at ease naked in front of me. Her eyes looked down and noticed the tent in my shorts, and a small smile caressed her lips. She reached out and stroked the head while biting her lip seductively, and then she lay back down on the bed.

My naked mother was lying out on the bed, fully exposed, her eyes closed and her body completely at my whim. In my old world, such a thought might have sent me to a trashcan to throw up in disgust, but things had changed a little at a time, and now I could only see a beautiful and sexy woman that I wanted to fuck. She was an older woman, but her mature body was voluptuous and sensual. Her hard nipples were begging to be sucked, and those swollen lips wanted to swallow my dick.

“Should I shave down there?” Mom suddenly asked, her hand stroking the pubic hair between her legs as if I wouldn’t know what she was talking about.

Mom wasn’t hairy or anything, but her hair was a bit more natural. She wasn’t bald or had some strip like many of my sisters. Her hair was still mostly contained above the slit and it looked sexy. I shook my head.

“I like mom the way she is.” I declared.

“Tsk… flatterer.” She teased back, closing her eyes and pushing back her head.

I was much better at reading my mother’s body language, and she was telling me to start at the top. If I wanted to take that pussy, I’d have to work my way to it today. I licked my lips and got to work. First, I attacked her shoulders and neck, rubbing around her collar bone and the back. I occasionally lifted her head and rubbed behind her neck, but I always ended with my thumbs gently rubbing her jawline. I found myself watching her lips as I worked, wondering if I should kiss her.

I shook out of it, grabbing the oil bottle and dropping more down. I admit that my hands still had oil, but I liked watching the oil drip over her tits. Once her boobs were covered in it, I started to rub them. My hand manipulated and squeezed them. I didn’t focus on the fatty area like I might have done when I was inexperienced and new to this whole thing. Rather, I went for the areas that felt best for my mother.

Experience with women had taught me a thing or two about this kind of thing. A woman’s breasts were pretty heavy, and that pulled down on her chest. Women liked to be rubbed on the sides and pectorals, a few inches from the armpits. They also liked to be rubbed under the breast. This was an area very easy to neglect because it was covered by her boob, and many women were self-conscious about such a thing. That was an area where it got sweaty and could be gross, but it was exactly why that area was also very sensitive and needed attention.

I held up mom’s breasts with one hand and then rubbed under them with the other. Of course, I still was a man, and I couldn’t help tugging and playing with the nipples a bit, but these kinds of things were best done in moderation. While listening to my mother moan in pleasure, I gave her a full boob service. My actions were stimulating and playful, and I didn’t give her any bad feelings by pulling or pinching them.

My attention was working on my mom because her hand had wandered out and started stroking me through my pants again. As I worked on her chest, her hand fumbled with my pants for a solid minute. I eventually had to help her unbuckle and pull out my dick.

“Tsk… why do guys have such complicated pants.” She complained as she grabbed hold of my dick.

I could only chuckle helplessly. Wasn’t it bras that were complicated? Women wore pants too, so it was no more difficult for them than it was for us. Either way, I finished with her chest and started to work on her abdomen, and mom’s hand started to stroke up and down on my cock. Even though the angle wasn’t perfect, her hand still felt good, and I couldn’t help but move my hand down too. My oily fingers reached her clit and I started to rub it.

Well, it started now. This seemed to be how all of our massages ended up.