Stepmother and Massage (4)
A message from my stepmother.
The moment I saw it, I headed straight home and took a shower. I soaped myself thoroughly, scrubbing away any lingering scent, erasing every last trace of the woman I had met earlier. Once I was ready to receive my stepmother, I sat on the living-room sofa and waited for her.
...Maybe I should push things a little further today.
No matter how used I had grown to waiting on her hand and foot lately, I couldn't live like this forever.
Somehow I have to seize the initiative.
But I absolutely could not rush it. Cross the line too soon and the tower I had carefully built could collapse in an instant. That was why, until now, I had diligently played the slave, slowly conquering her from the inside without her even realizing it. The time to harvest those fruits was finally drawing near.
About ten minutes later the front door opened and my stepmother walked in, dressed in her usual suit.
"Welcome home."
Teaching is exhausting work. Standing in front of students every day is hard enough, and the weather was so hot it drained every ounce of strength from the body. On top of that she had supervised self-study, so she was getting off much later than usual. The fatigue she must have been feeling was no small thing.
Even someone as flawless as her looked rather worn out today. If I so much as rubbed her the wrong way right now, a torrent of hysterical nagging would pour out for sure, so I greeted her with the most respectful tone I could manage and quickly offered the cold water I had prepared in advance.
"Mmm..."
My swift service brought a look of satisfaction to her face.
"Shall I give you a massage?"
"Yes. Right now."
"I already laid a towel on the sofa."
She nodded and settled naturally onto the towel-covered sofa. I began slowly undoing the buttons of her dress shirt one by one. Once I had stripped her down to nothing but panties and bra, I was about to start the massage when she gave me an order, her expression faintly dissatisfied.
"Take the rest off too."
"Yes, Master."
Only after I had removed her underwear completely did a satisfied look settle on her face. She rolled onto her stomach, ready to receive the massage. Before applying the oil I slowly pressed my lips to the smooth expanse of her back—a necessary bit of foreplay to set an erotic mood, to get her aroused.
"Smooch... kiss."
I worked my way from her shoulders down her back to her ass, then gently kissed those firm, springy cheeks as well. A light sheen of sweat clung to her body after a full day of teaching and work. Even my usually immaculate, impeccable stepmother seemed to find office life quite taxing.
I savored that rich, sensual scent to my heart's content, nuzzling my lips against her ass, then took hold of those pure-white cheeks and spread them apart.
"...Mmm."
Her pretty pink pussy came into view.
The proud, beautiful teacher's cunt that no one at the academy would ever get to see. I began lightly stroking the perineum between her anus and pussy with a fingertip, teasing her. Soon a trickle of love juices started to seep out; I spread that wetness over her asshole and caressed it in a slow, rhythmic rhythm.
True to someone whose weak spot was her anus, she no longer made a fuss even when I did this. Lately she even let out soft, muffled moans, as if she were starting to enjoy my attentions.
After finishing with her back hole and leaving the atmosphere deliciously charged, I coated my hands with oil and began the massage proper.
"You must have had a hard day."
"...If you know that, then knead me even more carefully."
Her muscles were knotted from long hours of work. I poured on enough oil that her back and legs gleamed, then worked them with just the right pressure. Exhausted as she was, my stepmother simply closed her eyes and let herself enjoy it.
I pressed deep into the knots, loosening them, never forgetting to stroke her skin in between like a caress, melting the mood. From plenty of experience I already knew exactly which points made her feel good, so I took my time, building the stimulation as slowly and carefully as possible. As I focused on the massage, her ironclad defenses began to open, little by little.
"Looks like this side is pretty tight too."
When I pressed firmly into her inner thighs a pleased moan slipped out. Seeing that, I boldly reached up and brushed the area around her pussy. Something sticky—distinctly different from the oil—clung to my fingertips.
Excited by the massage and the caresses, my stepmother was leaking love juices.
I always ended up fingering her pussy once the mood heated up during these massages, so she didn't say a word about it.
"Haa... haah..."
"Would you turn over for me?"
Obeying, she rolled onto her back so she was facing the ceiling. I could see her nipples standing stiff and hard. I poured a generous amount of oil into my palm and began working around her breasts; hot breaths started spilling from her lips.
She knew full well the atmosphere had turned strange, yet she showed no will to stop me. Fresh off work she was tired, and more than that, the pleasure I was giving her felt better than she had expected.
She was still a woman; she had needs built up inside her, and I had spent a long time carefully waking them. At last the results were beginning to shine.
"Lick it."
She spread her legs and gave the order.
The moment I started licking her pussy, the muscles in her thighs went taut.
"Haaah... you horny little bastard...!!"
A curse tumbled out with her moan, but she clearly had no intention of scolding me. If anything, an unreadable rapture filled her eyes.
...She really was a pervert after all.
I had spent so long carefully rousing the sexual desire that had been sleeping inside her. Now her body was so worked up that a massage alone would never be enough.
While I lapped up the juices flowing from her pussy, I slipped one finger into the narrow hole to check her reaction. As I worked that tight gap, lewd wet sounds burst from the soaked entrance.
Squish, squish... schlick, schlick, schlick...
"Hnnngh...!!?"
The sudden invasion of her vaginal hole made her back arch slightly. I seized the chance and pushed my finger deeper, stimulating her from the inside. Just as that unexpected pleasure was about to crack her cold expression, I pulled my finger free.
Her pussy fluttered open and closed as if disappointed.
"....."
My stepmother glared at me with a look of clear dissatisfaction. After only gentle teasing around the edges, suddenly thrusting my tongue in must have caught her off guard. But it had felt good too, hadn't it?
Watching that hole open and close like someone who had just had a candy snatched from their mouth, I waited for her answer with a faintly nervous heart.
"...Keep going."
"Pardon?"
"I said keep going, you perverted little shit. Perfect for a slave like you."
Wearing a cold sneer, she spread her legs wider.
So she wasn't going to hand over the initiative that easily? She had twisted the situation so that I was only caressing her pussy because she had permitted it.
I didn't particularly mind, and I had no intention of bruising her pride, so I coated my finger thickly with her juices and pushed it back into her vaginal hole. Then I crooked it slightly and began rubbing along the soft, ridged walls.
"Haa, haa... nnngh..."
Her tight, scorching pussy clamped down on my finger and refused to let go. The hole that kept pouring out love juices without pause radiated an incredible heat from her flushed body temperature; it felt as if my finger might melt. And that crushing grip...
I couldn't help but marvel at the far stronger pressure than I had expected, the way her pussy squeezed my finger so hard.
Was a pussy that had never given birth really that different? I had only put a single finger in, yet the sticky walls of her vagina were already dripping with satisfaction. I was quietly impressed.
Acting so proud and aloof on the outside, while carrying such a filthy, lewd cunt underneath.
I found myself wondering how she would react once I finally put my cock inside her.
"...."
I began moving the finger buried in my stepmother's pussy with deliberate slowness. As I gently stimulated those walls, her expression started to twist little by little. Watching her reaction carefully while stirring her insides, I suddenly noticed her hips give a small twitch—and I focused my pressure right there.
And in that instant, her vaginal walls began to writhe.