Why not a massage?

"Ummm," I said, "I didn't have any plans."

"How about a massage?" she asked.

"What?" I said. Even for Aunt Olivia this was a random comment.

"Isn't your mother a massage therapist?" she asked, as if uncertain what her sister had been doing for a living for the past 20 years.

"Well, yeah," I said. Sure my parents were farmers but it's no secret that farming doesn't pay all the bills these days, at least not when you just have 40 acres. My mom had her massage license and Dad was a carpenter, both part-time, to shore up the family budget.

"And didn't she teach you how to do it?"

This was embarrassing, I'm a guy and learning to be an electrician, I shouldn't have been getting massage lessons from my own mother. Normally I'd have cringed at the awkward childhood memory, but the perfect opportunity had just fallen into my lap and I was too horny to shut it down.

"Y-yeah," I said, "But we don't have a massage table."

"I'll just order one from Dasher Door," she said, whipping out her phone. She loved those rapid delivery apps, even if she couldn't be bothered to remember their names. They'll bring you pretty much anything these days if you're willing to pay their ludicrous fees.

I took a shower while we waited, then derped around on social media, thirsting at recent pictures of girls I'd known in high school. I needed to meet some girls here in the city... just having Aunt Oblivia as the only woman in my life was making me a bit loopy.

Before too long I heard some commotion and went out to the common room of the condo where she was making the hapless delivery person set up the massage table. I put him out of his misery and took over the assembly. I sure hope she tipped that poor sap.

"So what should I wear?" she asked.

Well, I had to do it. I had to see just how oblivious she was.

"Just undress, massages are done in the nude," I said, as if this was totally obvious. "I'll cover you with a towel."

"Oh of course," she said. Saying things confidently seemed to really work with her. She casually took off her robe with her back to me, having that much modest at least, then reached for my hand and had me help her onto the table, face down. I covered up her toned butt with a white towel and got to her work on her shoulders and neck.

Just touching her bare skin even in a non-sexual way was giving me a boner. I was just wearing flimsy exercise shorts too since I dress pretty casual around the house. "Close your eyes, Aunt Olivia," I said, "It gets your body more relaxed."

"Good idea Mark," she said. This way she wouldn't see my boner bulging through my shorts... although chances were she wouldn't notice it anyway, but I didn't want to take any chances.

I worked my way down her back, remembering Mom's lessons to give Olivia a legitimate massage that would make her feel good, since I wasn't just in this for my own pleasure. But... there was the butt. I massaged all the way down to the towel then when she was just humming softly and not saying anything, I pushed the towel aside. I was looking at my Aunt's bare, toned ass.

Still she said nothing. I started to massage her butt cheeks. They were so toned. Despite her spaciness she was disciplined when it came to exercise. She was laying still and perfectly relaxed as I rubbed her butt, my erection already at full strength. I couldn't resist. I started to spread her ass cheeks slowly, as if part of the massage with circular movements of my thumb, taking my time until she was spread wide and I could see her asshole.

Something about seeing such an intimate part of a classy lady was irresistible, knowing her most secret and personal details. She seemed to shave herself even back here as it was pleasingly smooth and hairless. I spread even wider, practically able to see up by aunt's butt now, another perverse delight of mine.

"What technique are you using?" she asked. I nearly jumped through the cieling and thought I was busted for sure.

"Uh, soft gluteal tissue trigger point therapy," I said as confidently as I could muster, but I was just incoherently mashing together technical terms.

"Oh it feels wonderful Mark, go on!" she said sincerely.

I breathed a sigh of relief but felt bad for taking advantage of her gullibility. Nevertheless I kept rubbing her butt in those slow circles with my strong fingers which felt good for us both, spreading her cheeks each time now and staring right at her beautiful rosebud. It was so clean, so hairless, I wanted to kiss it... but surely even Aunt Olivia wouldn't believe that was a legitimate part of the massage.

But I could touch it, maybe. I feathered her asshole with my index finger and she wiggled under me. I didn't dare insert a finger, not yet anyway, but I did rub her asshole, massaging her most embarrassing part.

Rather than be upset, she moaned softly in pleasure. She was enjoying this? I pressed my index finger gently on her rosebud, almost penetrating her.

"Okay Mark," she said eventually, and I thought surely this would be the end of it. "Time for my front, right?"

"R-right," I said. And then she rolled over. Nope, this wasn't the end of it at all.

Thanks to reader Lucas2bbw for suggesting the massage idea. Simple but fun, hopefully!