The Massage Chair

THE MASSAGE CHAIR



My name is Thomas and the best years of my life began in 1993 when I was 11. My mother Jennifer was raising me and my 9 year old sister Nadia while working a part time job at the local galleria. Mom was a voluptuous woman of 35, her breasts were 36c and her short dark hair hung in bangs. Her ass had a nice shape to it that complimented her long smooth legs.

The day that changed things was the day she bought one of those full-body massage chairs they sell in the malls. It came with black sunglasses that were so dark you couldn’t even see through them. Not a thing, it may as well have been a blindfold! Also included were big headphones that covered the entire ear and played whatever music the listener wanted. I even commented on how I had never seen such big headphones.

“Back before you were born those were the ONLY kind of headphones we had” She informed me with a grin.

“Well…” I thought. With a serious look on my face I said “…I guess it’s lucky I was born then.”

My mother laughed her light laugh, got down on her knees and gave me a tight hug. Her big tits squeezed tightly against my lower face.

“Where did I get such a funny kid from, huh?”

“Thanks mom.” My muffled voice mumbled.

Let me add here that my mom has always dressed appropriately. Sweatshirts and blue jeans or Pantsuits and pumps. Her short hair was dark with two thin purple streaks that were barely noticeable. It was teased to appear as though she had just rolled out of bed and had the effect of making her look like a twenty year old clubber rather than a mother of two.

That night my mother came down wearing her standard issue pajamas; shorts and a t-shirt. She sat in the chair and placed the headphones on her head, she fitted the sunglasses and briefly fumbled with the remote control before settling back for her massage. I stopped paying attention to her and continued watching cartoons while my little sister lay on her belly on the floor.

That when I heard her. At first it was a small sound, just a slight gasp. My eyes flicked in my moms direction for an instant. The rabbit on the TV was just about to pull ‘the old switcheroo’ when I heard a clearly audible intake of breath, this time I turned my head and gazed at at wonder I had never known.

The chair had reclined to a flat position. As my mother lay back in her new chair the motors or rotors or whatever began vibrating as well. The white t-shirt my mom was wearing covered her slightly jiggling breasts. Her boobs jumped and bounced with a braless enthusiasm that would be played in slo-motion if viewed on television.

“AHhhh…” my mother quietly whispered while slightly arching her back. By now my attention fully focused on my mother, her tits violently jiggled and she reached a hand to her chest to steady their sway and for a brief second I thought I was going to be caught ogling my mother.

Fortunately my mother didn’t remove the blindfold glasses and after a second her hand fell back to her side as she grasped the arm of the chair. “AH AH AH” she quickly spat out as she squirmed in the chair, her breathing was becoming labored and I could almost see the tendons in her neck and arms. Her muscles were clenched as though she were burdened by a heavy weight.

Fascinated I watched with increasing interest as my mom moved her body on the chair and made sounds of pleasure. Since she was almost flat the slow humping motion she began to make was enhanced by the chair, what was meant to be a slight indiscretion appeared more like a lewd sex act. Her brow furrowed as small beads of perspiration built, a thin film of sweat developed on her body as she tensed and strained towards climax.

For her part Jen had no idea she was being so loud on her journey to climax. Her body writhed and grinded the seat, she could feel her tits almost bounce as the chair worked her body but since she had no company she let them be. She wasn’t aware her eleven year old son stared on as her body was racked with the most satisfying orgasm of her life. Spasming she let out a moan that she new was all too loud and tried to contain herself as she came down from her high.

Suddenly aware that her kids might have heard her last lustful cries she sat in embarrassment and waited in the dark. The Rolling Stones finished one song as Britney Spears began another.