The Front

And with that, Aunt Olivia rolled herself over onto her back. I loved seeing her naked up so close and with good lighting, but I was so sure this couldn't be right that I impulsively covered up her pussy with the towel.

Still, her eyes were closed. "You're right Mark, having my eyes closed really does heighten the tactile sensory experience," she said.

"Uh, sure," I said, understanding some of that. I was just glad she couldn't see my boner pressing against the flimsy black polyester shorts I wore around the house. I had to keep up the pretense of a massage but honestly it felt good to touch Olivia even if I was just rubber her shoulders and arms. She was clearly enjoying this, humming softly and occasionally moaning as I tried to remember and apply the legitimate massage techniques Mom had made me learn back home.

Still, my eyes inevitably went to her smallish but firm breasts. It looked like her nipples were quite hard, probably a biological reaction even if she her conscious mind was oblivious to the erotic element of being totally naked while being touched this way by a man. I was standing by her head so I didn't have a good view of her shaved pussy yet but I was already wondering if that might be arranged soon.

I massaged down her chest then took a deep breath. I put my hands on her breasts, each one fitting perfectly in my palm like they we were sized to fit each other, and I half expected her to scream and tell me to stop, finally. But nope, she just lay there humming to herself. Geeze, how oblivious can a woman be?

I started to massage her breasts, more for my benefit than hers to be honest, kneading those firm bags of flesh with my skilled hands. I'd touched boobs before but even though they'd been my 18-year-old prom date's, Olivia's felt firmer and tighter even at age 35. I tried to massage her breasts more than I just played with them, for all she noticed, but I did finger her nipples, rubbing them between my fingers, enjoying their firm hardness. I wanted to suck on her nipples so bad, but I contented myself to merely feel her up even more enthusiastically than I had as a prom-goer in the back of a limo my previous time copping a feel.

After a few minutes of rubbing her tits every which way, I got some lotion and started massaging her stomach. "Oh that's so cold!" she said.

"Sorry Aunt Olivia," I said, "I'll try to find a way to warm it up next time."

She went quiet and I worked my way down her hard abs. She really was quite the physical specimen. I knew she listened to podcasts while she worked out, she got so honed in on what she was listening to she probably did an hour of hard exercise before the audio stopped and she figured it was time to take a shower. The result was a toned midsection that felt fantastic.

Eventually I got to her thighs and... pussy. Well, here we go.

"I need you to spread your legs for this massage," I said, really pushing my luck.

But sure enough, she moved her feet out to the edges of the massage table and spread her legs. I got on the table now, kneeling between her legs, looking at her glorious, hairless pussy. There was a tiny bit of sweat glistening, or was that vaginal wetness? Maybe women just can't help it even if they're totally oblivious.

I rubbed up her tight thighs, then let my knuckles brush against her labia lips. Her skin was goose bumped, probably another biological reaction to being touched so intimately. I massaged her thighs and all around her legs, but I was looking at her pussy the whole time. I could just barely see into her pink folds. Looking into a woman's most personal places was such a perverse pleasure, especially when she had absolutely no idea what she was showing me. She still had her eyes closed, humming contentedly from the massage.

It was too much for me. I slid my shorts down, letting my cock flop out. It was so hard that it was painful being crammed inside my underwear. Not that it's all that huge, but at six inches at least it's average sized. I felt better with it freed up and I started massaging my aunt's pubic mound, where her pubic hair would be if she didn't shave so immaculately. I massaged her mons as if it was just another part of her body, touching her delicate flesh carefully as I kneaded it out and rubbed every square inch of it.

She spread her legs more, as if subconsciously wanting what I wanted next. "Well I've massaged everything else," I said, "I'll get the last part now okay?"

She said nothing but lay there giving me total access. I touched her labia lips directly now, "massaging" them as I spread them open so I could see all the way inside her wet pinkness. I was looking at her fleshy pussy walls and all the way back to her cervix as I massaged her here, her humming intensifying. I touched her clit now, rather the ultimate place to massage on a woman, and started to rub in slow circles.

This was too much for me. I grabbed my cock and started to stroke furiously as I rubbed her clit with the other hand. Still, her eyes were blissfully closed.

"What's that noise?" she asked. Of course the noise was me masturbating.

Shit. "Um, the massage lotion is leaking, that's it dripping down," I said, reaching for the first excuse my horny brain could come up with.

She shrugged and didn't question it, even though it was supremely lame. I stroked myself and rubbed her clit harder, looking at her pink folds and then up to her firm breasts, glistening with sweat. My cock erupted suddenly, I probably hadn't even lasted a minute as horny as I was, and ropes of cum shot all over Olivia's mons, thighs and belly. I don't think I'd ever cum that much in my life, it was like a proverbial pint of cum. I didn't want to get it on the new massage table so I had **** but to spray my load all over my oblivious aunt's flesh.

I was so alarmed to be jizzing on my aunt that I hadn't noticed she was moaning and shaking now. I'd given her an orgasm too! I thought this would ruin everything, since even she had to be aware a woman wasn't supposed to orgasm during a massage, and she opened her mouth in surprise.

"Excellent technique, Mark!" she said, "But I think the leaking massage lotion has dripped on my belly, and thighs."

Was she joking? That was my sperm! But she said it straight-faced.

"Rub it into me please," she said casually.

Oh geeze, if only she knew what she was asking... but she really thought it was massage oil.

I had **** but to rub my cum into my aunt's skin, massaging her all over, my softening cock dangling over her legs. I coated her pussy in sperm and rubbed it in everywhere. A woman can't get pregnant like this, right? I should have paid more attention in health class.

Once I'd rubbed the sperm into her skin and massaged all the way down her legs, I said, "Okay Aunt Olivia, is that enough?"

"Y-yes," she said, "That will do Mark. Excellent massage."

She started to open her eyes. I was still knelt over her and she blinked a few times quickly, her eyes going wide. "Ah, just getting my eyes used to the light," she said.

I smiled and climbed off the table, then helped her up.

"I'm going to take a shower now," she said happily, "Then check my e-mail and that sort of thing. I'll see you for dinner."

She darted off into her room.

Only then did I realize I hadn't pulled my shorts up. My cock and balls had been dangling out the whole time since she'd opened her eyes. She hadn't noticed though, since she hadn't said anything.

Just how oblivious was this woman!?