Escalation paths

I plant a soft knock on her door, not wanting to wake her if she is still sleeping. But my concern is proven unfounded when I hear Mom say "Come in" on the other side. I open the door to her room and see her dressed in her yoga clothes, a familiar pair consisting of a black cotton sports bra and matching tight, high-waist leggings. She walks across the room with a bundle of laundry in one arm and tosses it into a hamper before looking at me. "Good morning, dear!" She beams that brilliant smile at me and once again I'm struck by her beauty. Despite being over forty, she could easily pass as closer to thirty. Age has barely marred her skin, and her intense workout regimen has earned her a wonderful body.

"Hey, Mom. Feel up to yoga today?"

She sighs and rubs a spot on her butt. "I don't think so. My butt is still pretty sore from when I fell last week."

"Sorry about that, again," I say, and she giggles.

"If that's the worst fall I ever have, I'll be happy."

"Me too, Mom." I see the hamper is full, so I pick it up for her and point to the bed. "Why don't you lie down, and I'll treat you after putting these in the wash?"

Whereas before Mom may have hemmed or hawed, now she readily agrees. As I'm about to head out of the door, I turn back and say: "Make sure to put on appropriate clothing. I want to check out the spot on your butt and make sure it's healing. You can put a blanket over the top of you if you're self-conscious."

I don't give her time to answer, instead carrying the hamper downstairs with a grin on my face. I've steadily been building Mom's comfort with my performing message therapy on her, and it seems like she's finally where I need her to be. I spent some additional time over the past few days studying more sensual types of messages, preparing myself for the moment when I could escalate it to the next step. After the laundry is running, I head back upstairs to see where my efforts have gotten me.

I close Mom's door behind me and find her laying face down on the bed, like normal, but with a dark gray sheet covering her from the neck down.

"Dom?" she asks.

"It's me, Mom, don't worry. I know I said I would look at your injury, but I'm going to start the message first. I don't want you to be tense while I examine it, as it can effect my readings."

"Alright, dear," she says, the doubt that used to lace her voice gone.

"I'm going to do a few other things, too, to try and help you relax. I'm hoping these will help with improving the recovery time on your back." I take a lighter from her bedside table and light a candle on her dresser, then draw the curtains closed on her window. There is still plenty of ambient light to see, but it is noticeably darker in the room. The scent of cedar fills the air as the wooden wick of the candle crackles, and I grin. Perfect.

I grab the lotion from Mom's bedside table and place it beside her, then crawl onto the bed and take my place on her thighs. "Comfortable?" I ask, although I know I'm in the exact place to prevent any untoward pressure on her. She nods in response. I slowly run my hands up her spine, still covered with the gray sheet, until I reach the edge of it at her shoulders. Slowly, inch by inch, I roll it down her back and out of the way. To my surprise, I find she's not wearing a bra underneath. For the first time, bareback stares back at me. I run my hands along it until they're back at my waist, then lather some lotion into them.

"No bra?" I ask as I sink my lotion-covered hands into her lower abdomen.

Mom sighs at my touch and shakes her head. "I could tell it was in your way before, so I just removed it. It's not like it was doing anything anyways."

"Good thinking," I murmur. I start my message in a therapeutic way, focusing on relaxing and kneading the muscles as I learned in my massage therapy training. Minutes pass as I work my hands along her back, extracting sighs from Mom with each passing moment. I feel her relaxing beneath me, her breathing slowing and her mind growing quiet. Once I've loosened her muscles enough that she no longer notices my massages against her sore back, I start to transition my movements into the sensual ones I learned earlier. I glide my slick hands across her shoulders, and down her arms. Along her abdomen and towards her hips. I feel my cock getting hard at the closeness we're sharing, but I ignore it. My hands move slow and light, tracing shapes and drawing lines. I'm not in a rush to my destination, but I know I'll get there.

As I continue, I feel Mom's skin grow warm beneath my touch. Whereas before her breathing became slow and silent, it now is picking up speed and coming in sharp intakes. I smile. I wasn't entirely sure my plan would work, but I should have known better. The nootropic wouldn't lead me astray. I work my hands back towards her sides, lotioning them and working the moisturizer into the skin above her hips. I travel upwards, my hands staying perfectly flush with her sides, towards her armpits. Inch by inch, I move. Inch by inch, Mom's skin grows hotter and her breaths sharper. Although I can't see it, I feel the flesh of her sides grow cushioned where her breasts are. I don't go that far, but I massage the spots around it, up into her armpits and back onto her shoulders. My journey continues southward again, towards her lower back, and then it makes the circuit once more. A few more times and I can feel the energy building within her. Her legs shuffle beneath me. I can tell she's starting to feel uneasy about it, so I do one lap along her spine and slide off of her legs to take a seat beside her.

"Alright, Mom," I say in a low voice, "I'm going to look at your injury now. Just relax." Sitting beside her, I fold the sheet further down to reveal the top half of her ass to me. I didn't have any particular expectations about what I would see beneath the sheet, but I am pleasantly surprised to find she is wearing a black thong, giving me a perfect vision of her cheeks.

I see the sore spot, a yellow bruise the size of my fist indicating the damage, and apply lotion to my hands again. I run my hands down her back and onto her cheeks, lightly kneading her ass as I inspect the area around the bruise. I can feel the tenderness there and compare it to the feeling of her other cheek. One part of my mind is applying the knowledge I learned, while the other is reveling in the feeling of my Mom's ass in my hands. My erection fights to bust free of my pants, and it takes a concious effort on my part to ignore it. The nootropic might enhance my mind, but it seems to enhance my desire, too, and this is the most desire I've ever felt. I use one hand to push it aside, laying it back down against my leg, but that sends a wave of pleasure down my spine that almost tricks me into leaving my hand there. I refocus, though, and continue my massage. All the while, Mom's own legs shift under the sheets as I work, indicating my efforts are working. I don't want it to go to far, not yet, so I pull my hands away and recover her with the sheet.

"Alright, Mom, I'm finished," I say in a low voice, as I lean in close to her. "Your butt is healing, and your back seems much looser. Why don't you rest for a while?" I plant a soft kiss on her temple as she nods in agreement.

With a grin, I drift out of the room, wash my hands, and check my phone. Brad texted me back, saying he is free whenever, so I grab my clothes and the keys to Ashley's key, then head over to his apartment. Thankfully, this is much faster than walking.

I plant a knock on his door and, like before, he answers. I try to keep the conversation brief, but he won't allow it. "You have to tell me about any side effects. Or what's happening? Anything. That's the deal."

"Alright," I say, obviously not planning to tell him the truth. We take a seat in his living room, on that same uncomfortable couch. "I've found some physical changes are occurring. I'm leaner, and honestly, my dick has gotten a little larger. I am more sexual than before. That's about it, though. Oh, and the headaches have mostly stopped. Otherwise, life's good."

"That's all? No weird urge to **** people? Eat human flesh? Nothing like that?" His expression is deadly serious, and my nootropic tells me it is an earnest question.

"Uh, no."

"Good, good. Just wanted to be sure. Thanks for the report. Give me one second and I'll grab your pills. How many?" He stands from the couch across for me and moves towards a hallway.

"Five."

"Alright, five grand. You know the deal."

I nod and pull open my phone app, then show him. "I'll send it now."

He checks his phone and nods, then says, "Be right back." He disappears down the hallway, and I silently stand up to see where he went. Light shines from a door on the left, and I hear the rustling of paper and packages. I sit back down when I detect footsteps, and Brad returns with a small bag of pills.

"Here you go. Another happy customer."

"Thanks, Brad. Despite the weird manipulation, this pill is helping my family a lot."

Brad nods, then shoots me a grin. "Hey, and here I was worried you'd try to fuck your sister or something."

I roll my eyes, knowing it's a joke and not one based on empirical evidence. "Maybe one day."

"Er," he answers, but I'm already walking out his front door.

By the time I get home, Mom is awake and preparing lunch downstairs. Ashley is dressed and working, mentioning something about setting up contracts for enterprise agreements or something. She seems excited about it, so I leave her to her work without too many questions. Before I head back up stairs, I corner Mom in the kitchen and help her wash dishes.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, noticing a faint blush on her cheeks when she looks at me.

"Um, good. Rather good, in fact. Look, Dom. Earlier. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea..." she starts, but I raise a finger to her lips to silence her. Before it may have bothered her, triggered her, or something else, but now she recognizes the command behind it and complies.

"Don't, Mom. The massages are helping you. Your back is getting better, and your butt will be back in all of its glory in a few days. I am going to continue doing this for you. I'm here for you, right?"

"You are, dear," she finally answers after a pause.

I put the dish in my other hand down and wrap her in a hug, careful not to get her wet. "I hope you now realize I meant what I said to you in this kitchen. I'll say it again until you do. I will do whatever it takes to be what you need, Mom. Whatever it is. You don't ever have to be scared or ashamed around me, certainly not when it is about something I've asked you to do."

She doesn't answer, but I feel her nodding against my chest. I pull away, giving her one last smile, and finish cleaning the dishes among laughs and lighter topics. Mom mentions she is going to visit my aunt a few doors down, so I go upstairs to check in with Ashley again.

I find her in her room, with the door open, working on her laptop on her bed. "This doesn't seem super comfortable," I say, as I look around. I haven't been in Ashley's room in a long time, but nothing has changed. It still looks like the room of a college kid that moved out half their belongs a long time ago.

"It's what I have, at least," she answers, smiling at me. She brushes a black lock behind her ear and sets her laptop down beside her. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to check in on my beautiful sister and continue our conversation from earlier. You were discussing enterprise agreements?"

She rolls her eyes, but then turns her laptop screen around to face me. I see she has a legal document open that outlines the terms of a larger corporation using Noox, including lead times, support agreements, and so on. A pricing model is included at the bottom.

"Wow, Ashley. This is great. Did you write this?"

"Kind of. I've been working with one of my lawyer friends to get it written. We're going to need to start selling this product soon, you know."

"I know. I'm working on it. I needed to build up some funds, first, but I think I can really get working on it next week."

Ashley gives me a sad smile and nods. "Yeah, I get that."

"Hey, why don't we spend some time together this weekend? I'm glad to be seeing you so much more now, but it's all about work. Let me take you to the park or something later. What do you say?"

She giggles and puts the laptop back on her lap. "I tell you what, you show me a functional MVP and I'll go on a date with you. How's that?"

I give her a double thumbs up and back out of her room. "It's a date!" I yell as I go back to my room to continue working. My enhanced hearing picks up on Ashley giggling in the distance.