Stepmother and Massage (3)
Stay calm. Stay calm.
I drew a deep breath to steady my racing heart and spoke.
"To put the oil on, you'll need to take your clothes off first… Shall I undress you?"
"Do as you like."
It was a request I never could have imagined making before. But thanks to the steady massages I'd been giving her all this time, my stepmother no longer flinched much when my hands touched her body. Then again, after she'd already given me a blowjob, being shy about showing her bare skin would have been stranger still.
"…Then excuse me."
I began undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one, swallowing hard as that white skin gradually came into view. My stepmother almost never showed skin outside, so even the slightest glimpse of bare flesh hit with lethal force.
But if she caught on to my filthy intentions, everything could fall apart. With her prideful nature, she would never simply watch her slave climb above his station.
…Still, this is so fucking hot.
Her upper body was beautifully balanced. That slender waist and those smooth legs only made her look sexier. Lying face-down on the blanket I'd laid out, her side boobs were slightly squashed and pushed out even more.
Having to do nothing but knead a body this intoxicating with my bare hands was pure torture.
…But what choice did I have?
I was her slave. I had to be careful not to cross the line she had drawn.
In the end, summoning superhuman patience, I stripped off every outer layer and carefully reached for the panties and bra still covering her private places.
"May I take these off too?"
I'd been half-afraid she would refuse, but luckily she seemed to hate the idea of her underwear getting soaked in oil. She gave a light nod.
With permission granted, I slid her panties down. Completely naked now, my stepmother lay face-down on the blanket I'd prepared and waited for the massage.
"Do it."
…Gulp.
Honestly, I was incredibly nervous. I wasn't expecting some dramatic transformation from an oil massage, but if I could stir up her lust, maybe an opportunity would open up.
"…Then I'll begin."
Glug…
I squeezed a long ribbon of oil into my palm and rubbed my hands together until they were warm. The moment those oil-slicked hands settled on her back, a completely different sensation—slick, slippery, and lewd—traveled up through my palms.
I started with an ordinary massage, of course. Using my whole palms, I stroked gently over her entire back, slowly coaxing the tension out of her.
Slick… slick…
"Mmm…"
At first she had been wary of my touch, but as time passed she began letting out languid sighs, her rigid body gradually softening.
…Good.
Looks like the oil massage had earned a passing grade.
I gradually widened the area my palms covered, spreading the oil over her whole back. This was my first time doing an oil massage, but with everything I'd learned so far it wasn't difficult. And using oil really did change the feel and the atmosphere completely.
Her skin grew moister, softer. One look at my stepmother's reactions told me she was enjoying this far more than before.
"Mmm… haah…"
Every time I pressed into a knot of muscle, she let out those faintly lewd little moans. She was holding them back as much as she could in front of me, but she couldn't completely hide the tiny breathy sounds that slipped between her lips.
"How does it feel with the oil?"
"Not bad… Keep going."
While we talked, her back—now thoroughly soaked in oil—began to gleam with a glossy sheen. It was exactly the sight I'd been aiming for, but seeing it right in front of me was far more lethal.
…I'm going to lose my mind.
The oil really did make the whole atmosphere far more erotic. Watching her, I decided to push a little further and slipped my hands into her armpits. I pressed my oil-slick palms against that soft flesh and began to rub.
Squish… squelch… squelch…
Just as expected, the oil against those tender armpits produced filthy wet sounds with every stroke. The fact that she was letting me touch such an intimate place she would never normally allow meant she was truly lost in the massage.
After caressing her armpits like that, I slid my hands down her sides toward her waist.
"I'll move lower now."
My hands glided downward in a soft, stroking motion. Then I began applying oil around her pelvis, pressing lightly with my thumbs. Not too hard—just enough stimulation for her to feel real pleasure—and the reactions started coming.
"Haah… mmm…"
Was her pelvis an erogenous zone? Whenever I pressed around there, her reactions grew especially intense. Even now, just lifting my hands a little made her muscles tense and lock up.
She was determined not to let her guard down. But my hands already knew every one of her weak spots, and her solid defenses were slowly crumbling.
She must have instinctively sensed that my touch was closer to caressing a lover than giving a massage, yet she didn't want to give up this razor-thin pleasure. She curled her toes and bit back her moans.
…I'm starting to have a hard time holding back myself.
When I deliberately kept teasing only around her pelvis with light caresses, my stepmother snapped at me in a sharp voice.
"Why are you being so weak? Knead harder."
She couldn't endure the ambiguous stimulation any longer and finally gave the order. From her perspective, it was as much pride as she was willing to swallow.
"Yes. I'll go harder."
I pressed firmly into her pelvis and thoroughly worked out her complaints.
"Haah… mmmngh…"
She bit her lip, buried her face in the pillow, and panted. Her breath was so hot that fog began to cloud her glasses.
The massage continued like that. For a full ten minutes I carefully worked her entire body while stimulating her erogenous zones. By now it wasn't a massage anymore—it was pure foreplay.
It's about time.
I could feel her body heating up as her arousal climbed. Sweat seeping from her skin mixed with the oil, making her gleam even more. That long, slender figure shone with an even filthier light.
"Haah… you little slave… kiss my ass."
"Yes."
As the atmosphere grew stickier, my stepmother started demanding bolder things. Her upper body was already slippery with oil, her face flushed bright red.
Anyone could see she looked like a bitch in heat. Her pride would never let her admit it, but she was already thoroughly aroused.
"…Haah. Haah."
Even when my hands casually brushed near her pussy, she only fluttered her eyelashes and no longer stopped me. From that I could tell her wariness was steadily melting away.
…Maybe I should take a little initiative here.
I placed my hands on her ass. Then I gripped the flesh of her cheeks and slowly spread them apart. She must have known exactly what I was doing, yet she didn't stop me. Instead she subtly parted her legs wider.
The pussy and asshole she had been hiding between those cheeks came fully into view.
"…"
I poured massage oil straight into the cleft of her ass and pressed a finger against that pink rear hole. They say strong-willed women are weak in the ass… Shall I check? Honestly, part of me wanted to conquer my authoritative stepmother's asshole at least once.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
"I'll service you here as well."
"What do you mean by—"
Her words never finished. My finger was already prodding at the wrinkled ring of her anus and slowly pushing inside. At that strange pleasure she bit her lower lip lightly and let out a small sigh.
"Do whatever you want, you perverted little shit… haaah…"
The shame of being a woman mixed with the bizarre sense of conquest that came from having her own asshole caressed. Those tangled emotions spilled from my stepmother's mouth as lewd moans.
Already worked up from the oil massage, she had begun to take even this situation as pleasure. I caressed that springy rear hole and slowly worked my finger deeper.
Squelch—
As I filled her with the pleasure the massage alone hadn't been enough to give, my stepmother twitched her hips little by little and accepted my finger.
She felt a bit of embarrassment at having her asshole fingered, yet she was sinking into that perverse pleasure all the same.
"You horny little bastard… stir it deeper…"
"Yes."
After thoroughly caressing her rear hole, I slowly pulled my finger free. Judging by her reaction, the operation had been a success.
If I kept leading her like this, little by little, according to my tastes, an opportunity would surely appear, wouldn't it?
"…The massage is over."
"…"
Despite my words, the anal caress I'd just given her must have left too strong an impression. My stepmother simply lay there, dazed and panting.
Hmm. So the saying that strong-willed women are weak in the ass really was true.