Rhoda

Rhoda is a long time friend and neighbor. I’ve known her and her husband and her daughter Sharon for more than twenty years. They moved into my neighborhood when I was around seven years old. Sharon had just been born. My mother used to send me over with cookies and fresh baked pastries. It was her way of welcoming our new neighbors. Through the years, our families became almost as one. But, as I grew older, I developed other interests and didn’t spend as much time at Rhoda and Harry’s house as I had when I was in middle school.

It wasn’t until they found out I was going to massage school. They looked forward to me coming over and practicing my talents on them. Sharon was off in college by then and Rhoda and Harry enjoyed having me there; sometimes twice a week. They kept asking if I needed more practice. Even though I couldn’t use them for my practice hours for school credit, I never refused. I used to give massages on a regular basis to both Rhoda and Harry; more often to Rhoda than Harry. On many of these occasions Rhoda seemed more relaxed when Harry was not there. One thing that always sticks in my mind is the fact that Rhoda was much less modest about displaying her 38D firm breasts when she was alone with me. They were smooth and flawless tight globes of flesh with scrumptious tan colored areolas. Sometimes when she got cold, her nipples shot right up into my eyes. My dick would be pounding inside my pants. I never thought it could be anything more. They made me feel like family; like the son they never had.

Rhoda would purposefully tug the sheet down to her waist to exhibit her wares when Harry was not home. She knew it had an arousing affect on me. The first time she did this I tried covering her up. As I did, I couldn’t help myself from saying, “Rhoda, you have such beautiful breasts. I envy Harry.”

I could feel my face rapidly warm. “I wish Harry appreciated them as much as you seem to,” she said, as she pulled the sheet back down to her waist. I didn’t pull it back up. Rhoda caught me every time my gaze drifted to her breasts. It was hard not to notice her nipples harden as I massaged the front of her. Just as I was finishing a light massage on her tummy, she said, “Pete, would you like to touch them?” With a lump in my throat, I stuttered, “Rhoda, I don’t know if I should. It doesn’t seem right. You’re almost like a mother to me.”

“I want you to touch my breasts, Pete.” “Well, if it’s O.K. with you.” My hands automatically were drawn from her tummy to her breasts. I didn’t just touch them. I began to massage them, softly squeezing the firm flesh. Turning and kneading each breast with both hands and finally finishing off of each hardened nipple with several twists and tugs. I couldn’t believe how much Rhoda was thrilled by that upper body treatment. Her breathing became a little faster and a smile spread across her face. “Pete, that felt so nice!”

On successive visits alone with Rhoda, she always requested the same type of massage as the previous ones. She felt more comfortable now with no sheet at all. She would lie on my table with only her panties. I became comfortable with this also. Too relaxed, because on almost every session, I found my hands moving closer and closer to that furry mound when doing her tummy. My fingers did brush across the top of her bush several times.

My hands continued up her legs further than ever. The atmosphere had changed. There was an aroma of sexual excitement in the room. Rhoda’s nipples were peaked and her crotch had become damp on these later sessions. Rhoda moaned a lot and was very satisfied. She never stopped me from moving closer and closer to her pussy. She truly enjoyed it. This went on for several years and then abruptly ceased.

Harold passed away from cancer. He was only in his late 40’s. All massage sessions stopped for almost two years. Around this same time, Sharon, who had married just out of college, had left her cheating husband of 4 years and moved back home with mother. Sharon was now about 26, maybe 27 and Rhoda was still in her 40s not quite to 50 yet. I was somewhere in the middle like the older brother and the older son.

For an older woman as I thought back then, all women, even one year older than me were considered older women; Rhoda took good care of her body. She would go to aerobics classes several times a week. She had the body of someone in their mid thirties; nothing was sagging which made it difficult to tell her age. She was a tall brunette, about 5’ 7” and weighed about 145. Green eyes, an average size nose, and full lips and a perfect smile. Any extra weight she carried was probably in her voluptuous, creamy 38D breasts. She had wide round hips and a bubble butt shaped tight ass and long legs to make her the perfect woman for any man. She had it all.

I never hesitated to go over her house and give her and Harry their monthly massage; or just Rhoda alone. Harry on the other hand was just an average guy, average looks, but you don’t want to hear about Harry. Sharon was a younger twin of her mother. The only differences were a little smaller all around; solid uplifted 38C’s and 130lbs., same shape except younger and tighter skin. The same green eyes and hair only slightly lighter. She no longer appeared to be too young to play with as she was when we were both kids.

Shortly after Sharon moved home the massage sessions began again. Sharon had convinced her mother that she should call Pete and get back on track with the massages she used to enjoy so much. The only difference now, Sharon joined in and both mother and daughter enjoyed a monthly massage. There were no private massages as in the past. Mother and daughter would usually take turns to see who would go first.