Stepmother and Massage
My stepmother came home after work.
As a popular instructor with dozens of lectures a day, she looked exhausted as she slipped off her heels at the front door.
"Bring me water."
Fortunately I'd already been waiting ready, so I could immediately fetch her a cool glass. Watching me snap to her command like lightning, she furrowed her brows as if something didn't sit quite right.
"....You."
"Ice cubes, half a cup. Right?"
"……Yeah. Good job."
Even a life of slavery I'd never experienced before started to feel roughly familiar after about a week.
Of course it had been pretty rough at first. My stepmother made me run every little errand, working me like a real slave, and got irritated the moment anything fell short of her standards.
Her claim that she'd use me as a stress reliever hadn't been a lie. She really worked me hard for a full week.
Yelling because I forgot the ice.... yelling because the coffee was too watered down.... as if dumping every bit of stress from the academy onto me, she was neurotic and hypersensitive over the smallest things.
But humans are adaptable creatures, after all.
Once I'd figured out every last one of her picky standards, I could handle everything without giving her any opening to nitpick. Even absurd commands no longer really bothered me.
Honestly, what man could refuse when a beauty like that lets him eat her out? If I thought of the errands as the process leading to that, my stepmother's chores weren't hard at all.
....Of course, that wasn't the only reason.
After thinking it through carefully, I concluded that escaping my stepmother's slave status was nearly impossible. She'd already got me by the balls, so unless she let me go first, I'd keep living as her errand boy.
So I flipped the thought around.
What if I threw myself into the slave life even harder than she expected, enough to win her over? Enough that she'd feel empty without me later? That was the only way I'd managed to come up with to reverse this relationship.
No matter how haughty and prickly my stepmother was, if I kept focusing my efforts, I might find a crack, right?
....They say strong-willed women have weak anuses.
Well, I'd check that slowly later.
After delivering the cool water, I knelt in front of the sofa. Once all the errands were done, reward time would come as usual. As I gazed at her, my stepmother curled a cold sneer at the corner of her mouth and crossed her legs.
Her outfit never changed.
Pencil skirt and black stockings. Intellectual glasses and a dress shirt. An outfit so flawless it could look stiff, but on my haughty stepmother it looked sharp. Truly the image of a cool, beautiful teacher.
"Horny bastard. That eager for your reward?"
"Yes. Mistress."
"What to do? I'm a bit tired today."
With that, my stepmother sprawled out on the sofa.
Then she crooked a finger, calling me closer.
"Come here and give me a massage."
"Yes. Mistress."
Teaching isn't exactly an easy job. Standing in front of hundreds of students all day naturally piles up every kind of fatigue. Plus standing constantly means sore legs and back.
That was why, the moment she got home, my stepmother always demanded a massage from me. But of course I wasn't a professional masseur, so I wasn't any good at it. At best I could just knead her arms or shoulders? Beyond that I had zero massage technique.
Even so, after work she always made me massage her no matter what.
"....I'll start."
I placed my hands on my stepmother's legs as she lay on the sofa. She glared at me sharply through her glasses in warning.
"Knead carefully."
"……Yes."
If I accidentally kneaded an arm or leg too hard, a scolding came flying right away. Of course a non-professional like me couldn't do it well, yet the slightest mistake in pressure earned me an earful, which felt a bit unfair.
Thanks to that, yesterday I'd spent five hours watching massage videos I'd never cared about in my life. Still, the video watching had helped somewhat. It was definitely different from when I knew nothing. Now I at least knew the basics needed for a massage.
—Press.... press....
I pressed my thumbs into her calves, slowly working out the knotted muscles. After teaching all day, the legs held the most tension. So putting a bit more force here actually got a better reaction.
"Haa... You've gotten pretty good, huh?"
"Thank you."
A subtle satisfaction rose in my stepmother's voice.
The five hours of studying massage videos had paid off. Her reaction was much better than last time, which gave me confidence as I kept working the knots free.
In fact, this was the only chance I got to freely feel up my stepmother's body like this.
So I pressed freely into those flawlessly smooth legs, enjoying the sensation under my palms in my own way.
...Fuck, this is so hot.
I might have hated my stepmother, but I couldn't hate this fantastic body no matter what.
The situation of freely groping the body of the beautiful teacher all the students admired. Of course, unless I was a eunuch, a man would react. But I exerted maximum patience and continued the massage slowly.
Then, when I pressed my thumb into the inner thigh and stimulated it, a moan suddenly slipped from my stepmother's mouth.
"Hnn.....?"
"Uh, uh? Sorry."
Had I pressed too hard?
Thinking she'd get annoyed, I swallowed hard. But contrary to my expectation, she didn't get angry.
"It's fine... keep kneading."
"Y-yes..."
Was it my imagination? My stepmother's face seemed to have turned faintly red. And her breathing carried a slightly more sensual air than before. Pondering the reason, I pressed into the inner thigh again, watching her reaction.
Whether it was just me or not, a more erotic atmosphere clung to her face than usual. When I'd massaged other spots it had been a look of relief, but now her eyelashes trembled as if she were holding something back.
....Was she getting off on the massage?
I've heard some people are like that.
Massage has various effects. Of course the most representative is loosening knotted muscles and relieving built-up fatigue.
But there were also erotic massage techniques that relaxed the mind and body while slowly stimulating erogenous zones. I'd seen them while studying yesterday, but honestly I'd been too scared to use them for fear of getting hit for trying something sneaky.
Unlike a normal massage, erotic massage involved hand movements almost like caressing.
I hadn't really believed you could turn a woman on with just massage, so I'd just watched for fun... but seeing my stepmother's reaction now, a little hope appeared.
Is it actually possible?
I swallowed and asked.
"Does it hurt at all?"
"It's just right."
"Then I'll do the other leg too."
I slowly took hold of my stepmother's other foot. Then I pressed my thumb into the hollow of the sole—a spot I hadn't touched before—stimulating it.
Places that feel ticklish like the soles or armpits are among the body parts with the densest nerves. Normally they'd just feel ticklish, but if you keep stimulating them at a moderate intensity, they can become erogenous zones that feel sexual excitement, I'd heard.
Press... press....
As I kept pressing the sole at a moderate strength, reactions gradually started coming.
"Hmmmm...."
My stepmother let out a subtle breath, pretending nothing was wrong.
But I could feel her body temperature rising little by little through the skin under my hands.
...Is she really feeling it?
Almost certain now, I slowly moved my hands upward and pressed her thighs. And once I felt the right pressure on the muscles, I stroked gently with my palms to release the tension.
By now the hand movements were closer to caressing her than massaging.
She seemed to like the cool yet ticklish sensation that brought a strange pleasure, because my stepmother said nothing.
She even stayed still when I slipped my hand into her inner thighs—something that would normally earn an irritated "how dare you" at the slightest touch.
I targeted that weak spot relentlessly, pressing and massaging.
"Haa...."
A sigh she let out slowly after holding something back.
By the time I carefully pressed past her legs to her waist, arms, and back, I could feel her body heating up even through the dress shirt. Massaging her whole body as if caressing it, I pulled my hands away and ended the massage right before she was fully satisfied.
"What. Already done?"
"Yes. I did everything as usual."
Actually that was a lie. I'd heard that with this kind of erotic massage, ending it right before the other person is fully satisfied works best. Teasing them like that slowly builds sexual desire in their body without them even realizing.
Then later, when the lust piles up until they can't hold it, they come at you first... that was a plot that showed up a lot in porn too.
Honestly I didn't know if it actually worked after just one try.
I'd find out if I kept massaging.
"From now on, when I get home from work, start with the massage."
"Yes. Mistress."
Still, looking at that reaction, customer satisfaction seemed pretty high.