A special massage

Lilith awoke feeling completely refreshed. It took her a moment to get her bearings before she realised that she was still slumped with her ass sticking up in the air. She pushed herself over into a seating position and thought about how well her day was going for her since that morning. She’d had her meeting with her therapist who had reassured her about her concerns and guided her down the path towards happiness, made good progress on her chores in town and just had the most satisfying masturbation session she’d had in years.

Sure, she’d been thinking about something no mother should when she orgasmed, but it was just a harmless guilty pleasure that had no bearing on reality. She’d never had sex with her son, and she never would and that was really all that mattered. Yes, she was doing some questionable sexual things with him, but it was all to help him become a well-adjusted adult. If anything, she should be proud that she could set aside her motherly instinct to help him through his issues.

Lilith got a warm feeling thinking about how the boy responded to her ministrations. She knew it shouldn’t, but it made her feel good about herself having John so infatuated with her body. She got a little rush of dopamine every time she saw him staring. Of course, it wouldn’t last. The whole point of John’s treatment was to fix that attraction. That just meant there was absolutely no harm in indulging herself in it a little while it lasted.

She wobbled to her feet. Her whole body was still loose and relaxed from the pleasure she’d imparted on it. Her panties were bundled around her ankles. As she bent down to lift them, she felt a vision of herself presenting her ass to John. It flashed away as she pulled her panties back into place.

It seemed Lilith’s obsession was still rooted in the back of her mind despite allowing herself to succumb to it once. She noticed the vision didn’t impress itself on her as strongly as before, however. It was like the orgasm had sated it somewhat. If that was the case, it was worth serious consideration intentionally getting herself off to that fantasy, to better suppress her fixation throughout the day. Sure, It was wrong to fantasize about sex with her son but at the end of the day fantasies meant nothing. It was more important to minimise her temptation to act on those fantasies.

Lilith walked around her bed to where she’d tossed her discarded bra by the dresser. As she picked it up, she noticed it was soaked. She hadn’t realised just how sweaty she’d become while playing with herself. It reeked of sex as well, but she didn’t care. Perhaps it was the state of mind she was in, but she actually really liked the odour it was giving off. She’d get it washed after her massage with John but until then, she didn’t mind having that scent fill her nostrils. It wasn’t until after she slipped them into place on her bust that she noticed how sticky the cups were.

“Ugh. Is my body really that disgusting?” she muttered to herself.

She could feel some kind of slimy residue coating her breasts. Perhaps her sweat had mixed with moisturiser or some other cream she used. There was no point in making a fuss about it though. It wasn’t like anyone else had used her bra, so whatever it was must have come off of her own body. It was probably a by-product of how much she’d let herself go. As she adjusted the bra into place, she felt the slime spread itself over her boobs.

“Okay. Time to go give John his massage.” Lilith didn’t bother dressing any further. This was the moment, she decided, she was going to stop wearing clothes around the house. From now on she was going to stick to sexy underwear and lingerie to bring her confidence up unless there were guests around. Maybe even then, she thought to herself with a wicked grin. That’s what she was training for after all; to show off her body to the world. She’d ordered some new underwear while she was in town today, but she would wait until her shopping trip with Claire to get the really sexy pieces. She couldn’t wait to see how John reacted to her new lifestyle choice. The way he responded to her body always made her feel giddy.

Lilith was surprised how ready she was to get into her routine with John, considering how recently she’d satisfied herself. The smell drifting up from her cleavage had her in a sexual state of mind however, and she was eager for some positive affirmations of her sex appeal to justify how good she was feeling about herself. She strode over to John and Claires’ room, knocked on the door to announce her arrival then stepped on in.

“Hi honey.”

John took a moment to disconnect himself from whatever he was doing on his computer, then swivelled around towards her. He did a double take on seeing Lilith. She felt a thrill as his gaze trailed across her body then his eyes went wide as they settled on her tits.

“Mom, you’re-”

“That’s right, honey. I’ve decided I’m not going to be wearing any more clothes around the house. It helps me feel good about myself, and I don’t think you or Claire will mind too much at this point.”

“But that’s…” he let himself trail off. Lilith noticed his nose wrinkle as he looked at her bra.

“Oh, you can probably smell that can’t you? I’m sorry darling. I’ve just been doing my thing in my room, so I don’t smell too fresh right now. I can go take a shower first if it bothers you.”

Lilith noticed a range of emotions cross her son’s face. For a moment he looked confused, then there was relief like something had dawned on him. Finally, there was a conflicted expression as he thought over her offer. She wondered what was going on inside his head.

“N-no. You can keep that on.” Lilith was flattered to notice a tent had already formed in John’s loose pants.

“I’m glad you like it. You really like my body don’t you John? What part of me do you like the most?”

She really shouldn’t have encouraged his oedipal interests, but it felt so good having someone fawn over her old haggard body. All she ever seemed to get from others were judgemental stares and looks of disgust. Every man she’d tried to seduce had fled on one look at her body. The only men who let her get them off had been hidden out of sight behind a wall. John was the only one whose eyes lit up when they ran over her body, and that was something she craved so badly.

Besides, the doctor had told her to encourage him to talk dirty to her. She had to loosen him up to sharing his sexual issues with him. There was nothing wrong with indulging herself a little if it had a purpose to it.

“It’s okay. You can say it. You like my fat tits don’t you honey?”

John looked up at her briefly, like he was expecting a trap, so she did her best to express sincerity. He was still hesitant to say something lewd about his own mother though, so Lilith considered a different tack to prise it out of him.

“I see. I guess my fat tits really aren’t very nice at all then.” She bowed her head as though ashamed of herself.

“No mom, I love your fat tits! They look really good on your body” he blurted out, taking her bait. He looked a bit sheepish at what he’d said. Lilith gave him a warm, encouraging smile, and unconsciously arched her back to make her boobs look even bigger for him.

“Aw, thank you darling. That’s so sweet of you. I wish more men appreciated a voluptuous mature body like you do.” She punctuated the sentence blowing a seductive kiss. She knew she was laying it on a bit thick, but the whole point was to oversaturate his attraction towards her, so underperforming would actively harm his treatment. “Unfortunately, I won’t be making them all soapy for you today though. There’s something else we’re going to do with them this time. Follow me.”

John knocked over his desk chair in as he stumbled to his feet. Lilith turned and led him from the room and down the stairs. It felt so liberating to be walking around in her underwear. She swung her hips with every step to ensure his eyes were looking exactly where she wanted them to. She’d decided in her own time to learn how to do the sexy walk she’d seen other women do, that made their ass sway in such hypnotic motions. She couldn’t quite handle it in heels yet, but she felt pretty good about how her hips rolled in flats.

Before she’d retired to her bedroom, Lilith had prepared a makeshift masseuse table in the living room. She’d dragged through a flat bench from the garden, put a layer of cushions over it, then laid a big blanket over the top. She thought it looked pretty good and it was pretty comfortable to lie on. It wasn’t anywhere near as high as a regular masseuse table, so she would have to kneel down to actually perform the massage, but she didn’t mind. Lilith turned to John after leading him through. She smiled seeing his eyes dart away from her ass, then he cocked an eyebrow on seeing her handiwork, likely wondering just what she had planned.

“Today I’ll be giving you a very special massage sweetheart. First, I’m going to need you to strip for me.”

“Here?” His eyes darted towards the door and window.

“Yes, here. Don’t worry. Your sister’s gone out. Nobody’s going to see you.” He still seemed **** to undress in such an open space, but he did as she asked as she explained what was going to happen. “I figured as a warmup you could give me your own little massage. I’ll lay down on the table there and I’ll set a timer for te-… fifteen minutes for you to run your hands over me.”

It hadn’t strictly been part of the plan, but Lilith was completely enraptured by the attention John gave to her body. She couldn’t help but invite just a little more before they turned their attention to his. The timer was more for herself than him, as she feared she could so easily lose herself and spend way too long allowing him to run his hands all over her.

While John was getting undressed, Lilith hurried upstairs to grab her phone to put the timer on. By the time she got back, John was stood waiting in his underwear. Lilith had to admit he was quite attractive, speaking as a woman rather than his mother. She was shocked some woman hadn’t claimed him for herself by now.

“Do you want me on my back or front?”

“On your back please?” Usually, John was quite shy about initiating these moments with her, but it seemed he’d accepted the necessity of their shared intimacy. She did as he asked, lowering herself down onto the padded table. Her son now towered over her, making her feel **** and submissive.

Having given free reign of her body, John couldn’t contain himself any longer. He immediately pored over her, dropping down onto his knees with a thud. One of his hands reached for her thigh, and the other ran over her stomach. She felt a great sense of pride at her son, giving his attention to the full length of a woman’s body and not just rushing straight for the fun bits. He really knew how to treat a woman properly and make them feel desired. She would have to make sure and reward him properly for his good behaviour.

His hands felt electric running over her skin, more than she knew they should have. His attention towards her body was too intoxicating. Lilith hadn’t had a man run his hands over her body in years and hadn’t realised how much she missed it. Every inch of her body craved John’s touch, and she couldn’t help the shivers coursing through her body as he fulfilled that need.

‘Before his mother, I am a slut’ she’d repeated those words to herself so many times now, they’d ingrained themselves into her brain. Her mind had fully subscribed to that part of her mantra. There was nothing wrong with her son touching any part of her body if it helped make him a better man. ‘All women exist to pleasure men.’ The new words were still more foreign to her, but they helped her feel justified in the path she’d chosen. Her body was built to bring sexual pleasure to men. It was only natural she enjoyed bringing some to John.

John continued to run his hands across her, carefully avoiding that which was covered by her underwear. As he satisfied her skin’s thirst in the places he touched, the longing only grew in the parts he didn’t. “Please John,” she begged, “please play with my tits.” A sly smile crossed John’s face at her words. He’d been teasing her, building her up until she pleaded to give him what he wanted most. Lilith never knew her son had such a wicked side.

John lifted his leg, straddling her and sitting on her stomach. The bulge in his underpants were now a prominent part of her vision, and she found her mouth watering involuntarily. It took her a moment to realise she was staring and bring her eyes up. He looked a little embarrassed but a little prideful that his manhood has captured her attention.

“Do you mind?” he asked, indicating towards her bra. She eagerly complied, lifting her shoulders up and reaching her hands under to unclasp her bra. She didn’t want to waste a second of the time he could be devoting to her breasts. His eyes glued to them as she tossed the unwanted garment aside.

The slime in her bra had partially absorbed into her tits now, leaving them coated in a sticky residue. John didn’t seem to mind. His hand crawled over her boobs, rubbing the rest of the fluid in like a lotion. Her gross body fluids would have sent most men reeling in disgust, but John admired her body despite it. It made her feel so sexy. Her body responded to her arousal, growing flush and sensitive to his touch. By the time he was done, her breasts were completely dry, and the pungent smell of sex had soaked into them.

Lilith felt her whole body relax. Her boobs felt so good in John’s hands. His grasp was firm enough to thoroughly stimulate them while gentle enough not to inflict pain. She would have been happy to let him bring his mouth to them, but she understood why he didn’t want to.

Lilith lay back and let her mind start to drift away. Her comforting mantra played over and over in her head. She could so easily just lay there and let John entertain himself with her body until he grew tired. He reminded her of his father in so many ways. He treated her just as lovingly and respectfully. His hands sent the same shivers through her body she’d felt so many years ago. His cock she longed to feel so deeply inside of-

An alarm broke Lilith from her daydream. Her phone was chiming, marking the end of their warmup period, though with John mounted on top of her, she was in no position to end it. “John…” she pleaded with him to stop, though her body yearned for him to keep going. If John wanted to continue touching her, there was no way she could bring herself to stop him. Mercifully, he raised himself off of her, and she immediately felt the longing absence of his skin against hers.

“So now it’s my turn to lie down?” John’s voice brought Lilith right back to reality. She scrambled to her feet to give John space to lie down.

“Yes darling. Do you mind starting on your front for me?” Lilith needed a moment to gather her thoughts. Their preliminary warmup had distracted her more than she realised. “And… you can take your underwear off.”

The doctor had given her some instructions on how to perform the massage that she had thoroughly read over, but she realised some of it was beginning to slip her mind. She might have to improvise a lot of it. As John was getting into position, she retrieved a bottle of oil the doctor had given her. When she returned to him, she found him fidgeting restlessly on his front.

“What’s the matter John? Is the table uncomfortable for you?”

“No. I’m fine, really” he told her not wanting to be a bother, but Lilith could tell there was something up. Looking over his body, she saw arching his waist away from the table. It suddenly dawned on her that she’d asked him to lay down on his erection.

“Oh, I’m so sorry darling. That didn’t even cross my mind. Um… It’s okay, I won’t make you stay on your front too long.”

Lilith chided herself for not thinking about that sooner. She could have prepared a little alcove between the cushions to accommodate for his genitals, but it was too late now. She couldn’t ask John to let himself go soft. That was against the whole point of the exercise. She had planned to take her time and massage the full length of his body before turning him over, but she would have to cut it down to the important parts. If she remembered right, the main focus points for men were the shoulder blades, the lower back, and the hamstrings. She poured the oil over her hands then knelt down and got to work rubbing down his shoulders.

Lilith had let herself get rather flustered. She felt compelled to rush through her routine to relieve the pressure on John’s groin. Her stress was evident in the jerkiness of her hand movements. She could tell she wasn’t performing as well as she wanted to, and that fed back into her fear that her massage was just making her son uncomfortable.

“Mmm, that feels really good mom” John said, probably sensing her unease, though she could tell he was just being polite. She decided to cut it short, knowing full well she hadn’t eased the knots in his shoulders, and moved down to his thighs. She realised there hadn’t been anything erotic about this ‘erotic massage’ yet, but she couldn’t help it. There was no way she could get a man aroused when his dick was being squeezed against a table. She just had to make up for it when she turned him over.

The work she did on John’s back and thighs were just as amateurish. She didn’t want to rub too much and cause friction around his groin. She’d spent so much time planning how to make this the best massage for John, but it felt like she hadn’t done any at all.

If there was one saving grace in the situation, it was that the oil the doctor had provided was of surprisingly good quality. It felt like her hands were on fire rubbing John down, in the best possible way. It sent pleasant tingles up her arm. She imagined receiving a proper massage with that oil must have felt heavenly, which only made her feel worse about her crappy efforts.

Lilith gave up on trying to salvage the back massage. Even if John was actually completely comfortable lying on his front, she was too far out of it to perform even close to decently. She pulled herself back and asked him to turn over. As he did, to Lilith’s dismay, she noticed John’s cock was at only half-mast. The work she’d done on his back had done more harm than good. The slow sensual build up she had planned just wouldn’t be possible anymore. She would need a more overwhelming stimulation to make up for the time wasted.

Without really thinking it over, Lilith took the bottle of oil and poured it down the front of her body, rubbing her free hand over herself to spread it evenly. John watched mystified as she rendered her breasts and stomach slick and shiny. Then once her skin was fully coated, she mounted the table and lowered herself down onto him.