5. Massage and Masturbation
I sidled up to the sofa and plopped right down next to Mom, giving her shoulders a light rub as I struck up a conversation.
"Oof, Mom, your shoulders are really knotted up."
"Right? All that housework... So from now on, my son's gotta help out a ton, okay~?"
"You got it! Of course!"
"Our boy comes back from the army and turns into a total filial son, hehe."
Mom's lips curved into a pretty smile—clearly thrilled that her son, who never used to lift a finger around the house, was now not just doing the dishes but massaging her shoulders too. She twisted her upper body toward me, offering her back for a proper rub. It was an easy move for her flexible frame, but it didn't quite fit what I had in mind.
"Mom, lie down flat. I'll give you a full massage."
"Ooh, really? I've got some spots that won't loosen up even after workouts. Perfect timing—Mom's in for a real treat today."
She agreed eagerly and stretched out on the sofa. Her massive tits got squished, spilling out to the sides in two perfect arcs. I took a moment to admire her prone curves before climbing on top and getting to work. Kneeling with her slim waist between my knees, I dug into her shoulders.
Deep down, I wanted to grab those plump side-boobs spilling out, mash them in my hands, and suck on those thick, dark-pink nipples like crazy. Strip off her leggings, bury my face in that huge ass, then slam my cock into her pussy and piston until it felt like my dick might snap—finishing with a hot creampie deep in her womb.
But what would that leave us with? A son who raped his mom, and a mom raped by her son. Our relationship would shatter, and after one burst of pleasure, I'd get beaten to death by Dad. That's not what I wanted. No, I craved Mom seeing me as a man, naturally making love with me. So for now, I had to play it cool—build physical closeness through massages.
That said, I wasn't just massaging innocently. As my hands worked her shoulders, they slid down her back, kneading the upper lats and delts while my fingertips accidentally grazed the edges of her tits. The firm bounce of those water-balloon breasts against my fingers had my junior springing to attention, rock-hard.
Luckily, with her eyes closed face-down, the risk of getting caught was low. After satisfying my urges just enough, I shifted lower, perching lightly on her ass to massage her waist. The sensation of her massive glutes cushioning my butt was unreal—way better than that luxury leather sofa at my shady friend's place, probably psychological, but who cared.
Rubbing her waist, I ogled the beautiful curve of her slim midriff while subtly grinding my balls against her ass. Then I teased the upper glutes, dropping the bait.
"Mom, your glutes feel tight too. Might as well do those while we're at it?"
"Mmm, yeah~"
She let out a pleased moan mid-massage—my hands must've hit the spot. A chance to finally grope that huge ass I'd stolen glances at a million times!
Hold back... gotta hold back...
Barely containing the thrill of touching her ass with my own hands, I scooted down a bit, positioning her shapely legs neatly between my knees, and started kneading her cheeks. The tight shorts clung like a second skin, outlining every curve—even the thick pussy lips people call the "axe." The firmness transmitted right through the fabric, and my precum had soaked my panties into a sticky mess. Good thing my loose black shorts hid it—no worries even if she glanced back.
I worked her glutes overall, occasionally spreading them gently to peek at that deep crack and the pussy mound below, inhaling deeply. Mom's lewd body scent wafted up again... pure bliss. When those fat pussy lips teased into view, I was tempted to touch, but it was too risky.
Couldn't linger on the ass forever without raising suspicion, so I spun around, resettled on her cheeks, and massaged her thighs down to her toned legs. Finally, I pampered her perfectly maintained, slender feet—no calluses at all—vowing someday I'd get a footjob from them. After about 20 minutes, the massage wrapped up.
"Massage complete! Feel good, Mom? ...Whoa, I'm sweaty. Gotta shower quick."
"Yeah, it felt amazing. Thanks, son~"
It was evening but peak summer heat, and 20 nonstop minutes kneading Mom's body left me damp with sweat. Using that as an excuse, I dashed to the bathroom before she could turn around.
After a quick rinse, I emerged to find Mom on the phone with Dad. Spotting me, she handed it over.
"Hyeonmin, your dad's asking for you."
Wondering what it was about, I took the phone.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Hey, son~ Doing well?"
"Yep, all good here, haha. You too, right?"
'Yeah, doing great, Dad. Touched Mom's tits (just the sides, but still) and ass today.'
'This hotel setup you booked is awesome. If not for COVID, I'd have brought Mom too.'
'God, no—don't say creepy shit like that...'
"Lucky break. So what's up?"
"Just checking in, plus some news. Looks like I won't make it back to Korea till October..."
Music to my ears. Dad's massive corporation had shipped execs like him overseas to stabilize amid COVID chaos. The Hong Kong branch was busier than expected, tying him up. Details aside, October meant months more without him home. Huge win.
After chit-chat and handing the phone back to Mom—who wrapped up soon after—I noticed her face looked subtly downcast post-call. I thought about asking, but just gauged her mood and headed to my room.
Flopping down, I scrolled my phone half-heartedly, then shut it off and dropped my pants and underwear. Bedtime jerk-off had become routine. Recalling the day's events, Mom's voluptuous body and the firm feel under my hands came rushing back. Stroking my cock to those happy memories, I ramped up as climax neared—imagining pounding into her pussy full-force. In my fantasy, I came, and hot spurts erupted from my urethra for real. Satisfied yet empty, I wiped the cooling cum off my abs and crashed.
...
A week flew by—our new routine of yoga (stretching level for now), massages, and chores building skinship and Mom's fondness.
[Beep beep]
My phone's alarm jolted me awake. The day after Dad left, I'd hidden a sound sensor under the master bedroom side table. Linked to my phone, it triggered from midnight to 6 AM for noises beyond normal night sounds.
Something was happening in their room. I slipped out quietly and heard faint moans—Mom's, it sounded like. They grew clearer nearing the door, which was ajar. Peeking in, there she was: Mom in full-on masturbation mode.
Jackpot. No glimpses of her nude since Dad left, so her naked body hit extra hard—sexier than ever.
[Squish squelch slurp slurp slurp]
"Ahhng... honey, when the hell are you coming back..."
One hand plunged into her pussy hole, smacked or rubbed her mound; the other endlessly groped her luscious tits and thick nipples.
First time seeing Mom masturbate—it sparked a fresh thrill beyond peeking on her and Dad fucking. I whipped out my throbbing cock and stroked in sync with her fingering, pretending those digits were my shaft.
Her fingers doubled up soon, white rings of pussy juice forming from the friction, speed picking up. Then she jammed deep, body quivering faintly. I came too, blasting into a tissue from my pocket.
Buzzing from the sight and hope it unlocked new doors, I turned to sneak away—then her soft whimper:
"Hnnngh~ ...Ah... not enough..."