Massaging Sister and Mother – Part 2

If you read “Massaging Sister and Mother – Part 1” you will know about the loving and exciting experience I had with my sister Meg, when massage led us into a very pleasurable and intense sex life. One day, however, I had the most surprising and unexpected experience:

My sister and I usually had our hot sessions on Mondays and Fridays around 4PM, as I came from school a bit earlier and at that time she arrived from her part-time work, after her morning college body therapy classes. My mom and dad worked until 8PM. One Monday, I knew my sister would have to work until later, so I was surprised when I heard the door slam at 4PM: it was Mom. “What happened, Mom?” I asked, and she said she was not feeling well, too tired and got a body ache, so she took a few hours off. She went to the kitchen to fix some tea, and from there she yelled: “Sweetie, Meg tells me you do her a great massage, can you give me a hand? I certainly need it.” I was somehow confused, very curious, but of course I could not say no.

I set the massage table in Mom’s room, more spacious than ours, spread out the towel and she came in dressed in a robe and with a towel in her hand. She turned back, undressed, lay down and covered her ass with the towel. I was ashamed to try to peek. I started my routine: head, neck, shoulders, and back until the towel line at the lumbar. When I did her back I could take a good view of the side of her boobs, much bigger than my Sis’ and compressed against the table. I decided to probe a bit and massaged the lateral of her body, coming very closely and sometimes even touching lightly her lovely and soft breasts. She did or said nothing. My Mom’s body is quite different from Meg’s: she is shorter, a bit chubby but not fat, much bigger boobs, but anyway very pleasant to the touch and to the sight.

Then I moved down starting at the feet and moving up to the calves and thighs. When I reached there, her legs were already partially apart, and she opened them even more when I did her inner thighs. She started to moan, softly first, than more loudly when I approached her covered area. With her legs open, I could see from under the towel the dark area of her pussy and the fold of the buttocks. I moved closer, but did not have the courage to touch her there.