Continuing with the massage

For the next couple of minutes, you focus on getting the knot in her shoulder to release, and once you do, shift your hands down to between her shoulder blades . Just as you were hoping, you find this area tender to the touch and restricted as well, giving you the perfect excuse to ask her to move for you. "Jeez, you're tight back here too Aunt Becky! You're a mess!" you say, making a show of moving around changing your stance several times in an attempt to get the "right angle" to work on her, muttering "No, that angle won't work... that one doesn't either..."

"Wow, I knew I was tight, but I didn't know it was this bad." she says in agreement with you.

"Hey Aunt Becky, is there somewhere you can lie down so I can get at this area a little better?" you ask her, trying to inflect some frustration in your voice at your inability to work the tissue how you like.

"Would the living room couch work, or would that be too soft?" she asks before thinking to herself that maybe she should stop you again. "But really David, you don't have to do this anymore. The work you did on my upper trap was enough."

"Nope." you respond, the tone in your voice making it clear this is not something that's up for discussion. "This is literally what I do for a job right now and I can tell that this will be just as helpful to you as me fixing the sink. Now, do you have some lotion around that I can use?" you ask, signaling that the discussion is over.

"OK. I'll get the lotion and come right back." she says, not entirely upset that you want to continue with the massage. Just the little bit you had done to her shoulders felt fantastic and she wasn't at all upset her midback would be getting a similar treatment.

Admiring the shape of her ass in her tiny shorts as she walks away, you smile at the fact that your aunt is going along with everything so far. Getting her out of her tank top shouldn't be too difficult as it will obviously be "in your way", and once she's lying down, you can then just as easily unfasten her bra. Those shorts aren't covering too much either and you'll be able to get your hands pretty far up those legs. The one thing you're unsure about is if she'll speak up as your hands start to roam.

It doesn't take long for Aunt Becky to return, a towel draped over her arm and a bottle of lotion in her hand. She must have taken off her shoes and socks because she's now padding barefoot towards you, giving you a glimpse of her well manicured toes. She spreads the towel on the couch, and is about to lie down on top of it when you stop her. "If I'm going to do this right, you're going to have to take that tank top off." you tell her, attempting to sound as professional as possible.

"But I've only got a bra on underneath this..." she begins to protest, but you stop her before she can say anything more.

"Aunt Becky, first of all, I've seen you in bikinis before. This isn't much different than that. Second, again, this is what I do for a job and I see this type of thing all the time." you say to her, letting her hear the amusement in your voice at her reservations.

"OK, I guess you're right." she says agreeing with you, but then turns her back to you as she removes her top then quickly lies face down, denying you the view of her bra-covered breasts.

You've already seen plenty of her body today, and hope to see much more shortly, so not being able to see her in only a bra doesn't bother you too much. Sitting down on the edge of the couch next to her hip, you pour out a liberal amount of lotion and begin rubbing your hands together to warm it, the tropical scent of it filling your nostrils. Returning first to her upper back, you start spreading the lotion between her shoulder blades, then up towards her neck, before changing course and moving along her upper traps and out to her shoulders. You're starting off with some effleurage, long, strokes that don't focus on any one spot and are done more to prep the body, improve circulation to the muscles, relax her, and coat her with an even layer of the lotion.

Once her upper back is addressed, you move down towards the mid and low back and repeat the process. This time, you make a point of continuously getting snagged on her bra strap and let out several "tsks" in frustration. On the fifth snag, you finally speak up. "Aunt Becky, I have to undo this strap. It just keeps getting in my way." And before she can even reply, you've unfastened the clasp and pushed the straps off to the side. Acting as though her being what you did is no big deal, you immediately get back to work, spreading a thin layer of lotion onto the rest of her back. The bra straps being out of the way does make things easier for you, besides the fact that it gets you one step closer to getting her out of her clothes, and you soon have the rest of her back prepped for the massage.

You continue using the effleurage strokes on her entire back, starting at the center of her low back, and providing firm pressure with your thumbs and the pads of your hands, you begin sliding them up the length of the muscles located on either side of her spine, with the remainder of your hands fanned out to the sides. Once you reach the base of her neck, you switch your direction, working your way out along her upper traps to the tips of her shoulders, then pulling your hands back down along the side of her body, down her ribs, and finally hugging her thin waist, before starting the process over again. After a few such passes, you feel her beginning to relax and you start covering a larger area with your hands, letting your fingers drift lower along her side and getting closer and closer to where her breasts meet the rest of her body. You also begin moving your hands lower on her hips, gently nudging the waistband of her shorts down little by little, giving you a glimpse of slightly paler skin that hadn't been tanned by the sun.

Aunt Becky either doesn't notice what you're doing, or doesn't care, but either way, she raises no objections and there's no outward cues in her posture telling you to ease off. That being the case, you decide it's time to take the next step in trying to fuck her. One thing you've learned in life is that women love to be complemented, as long as the compliment is honest, especially if you chose to compliment something most other people don't, and you're pretty sure your Aunt Becky isn't any different. Applying that idea now, you choose to outwardly admire the body part that's currently exposed to you. "Aunt Becky, has anyone ever told you what a sexy back you have?" you ask her as your hands continue to work their way across her body. "You're so nice and petite, but still fit without being overly muscular..." you pause before continuing down to her hips. "You really could have your choice of guys if you wanted."