Mischievous 'Mother'

"Whoa!...this room is a spa now?...how long has this been a thing?"

Tessie couldn't contain her smile watching Billy surprised.

"It was right here the last time you came to visit...you might have missed it."

"Business is booming", Billy replied absentmindedly as he gazed around the room.

"Business has indeed been good...right after you quit..."

Billy snapped towards Tessie, who stood like a deer caught in the headlights. After a momentary pause, they both burst out laughing, their voices bouncing off the walls.

​"I didn't mean to word it like that...I'm so sorry!" Tessie spoke, laughing mid-sentence as she rubbed away a tear.

"That went straight through my heart", Billy feigned being hurt, but his smile gave him away.

"Oof...come here...let me fix you"

With those words, Tessie placed her palm on Billy's chest, giving it a gentle rub. Though she was just being playful, Billy's mind shifted gears. He could feel his heart rate increasing as her hands slid over the contours of his chest.

"Tessie...your hands are to die for", he almost let out a moan.

"Then you'll find them more amazing when you're out of this shirt." Tessie tugged his collar to make her point.

After a heart-pounding mishap of a conversation, Billy had cleverly segued it to something he needed help for.Tessie, to her own fault, was the epitome of a mother who couldn't miss a chance to help her "child," and Billy capitalized on that flaw.

The mere mention of giving Billy a full body massage for the upcoming match had lifted her spirit. As a professional, he was, notably, her first sports client.

As Billy undressed, Tessie left to begin preparations. He hadn't come to visit her for this, but Billy would go to any length to salvage their relationship. He also desperately needed to keep her distracted, long enough to figure out how he'd confront her with the truth.

"I'm done," Billy called out, loud enough to be heard.

​"Yeah...just a minute," came the reply from outside.

​Just as Billy tossed his shirt on a nearby bench, Tessie's voice echoed, "Why don't you lie down on the table? I'll be there shortly."

​​Billy's eyes shot to the black massage table dominating the center of the room. It had a horseshoe-shaped support with a face hole. He felt a knot in his stomach but, at the same time, chuckled at himself for getting nervous over a table.

A loud creak echoed inside the room as Billy laid down on the table, making him question its age. While it looked pristine and maintained, apparently, it wasn't.

​Tessie soon entered, almost tripping at the sight before her. Billy's muscular frame dwarfed the massage table, making him look comically large. But it wasn't just his stature that made Tessie wobble in her steps.

​It was his perfectly chiseled body.

​Tessie recalled the spicy magazines she'd secretly read in her youth. Billy reminded her of the men showcased in them, his sculpted muscles sinewed symmetrically across his chest like a well-made tapestry.

​He'd scrunched up his boxer briefs, making his legs stand out, his well-built thighs showcased in full glory.

Tessie, being the playful woman she was, couldn't let the opportunity slip to tease him a bit.

"Oh gosh...girls must be dying to see what I'm looking at", she spoke with a mischievous smirk.

Billy propped himself up on the elbows with a smile of his own.

"What I'm dying to know is what you feel..."

​Within a split second, Billy took a gamble that went beyond mere flirting. He spread his legs as wide as the table's edges allowed, directly in front of Tessie, who stood by his feet.

She did not react.

For a moment, Billy froze. After carefully tiptoeing around with his words, he'd let his intrusive thoughts win, and he felt he'd sabotaged everything between them.

Tessie started walking towards Billy, each step making his heartbeat bludgeon against his chest.

She bent down slowly, her face over his.

"In my entire career...as a professional masseuse, that is...", Tessie uttered each word huskily.

"...I have seen, touched...rubbed..."

Tessie was now so close, Billy could see the miniscule pimples around her lips.

"...massaged..."

Tessie placed her fingertip on Billy's chest. He held his breath in anticipation.

"...many a men...but you..."

She drew her fingertip in a slow yet deliberate fashion, outlining the contour of his chest.

"...you are one fine...hell of a specimen...you naughty boy..."

Billy's eyes were locked onto hers as he drank in the sight of her face.

Tessie couldn't contain herself anymore and burst out laughing.

"Oh my god...that look on your face!", Tessie guffawed, propping herself against Billy's arm.

Billy **** a smile, but his heart pounded out of his chest. Tessie somehow collected herself.

"You're not the only one with a flirty bone", she spoke, feigning a bitchy tone.

Billy could clearly feel the bulge forming in his briefs. It was just a matter of time before it was visible.

And he wanted it to be seen. To be felt.

Billy plopped back, his chest heaving. He was beyond exhilarated. Tessie hadn't taken any offence. On the contrary, she was taking part in his shenanigans, or rather, along with him. The thought of facing her with the truth brushed his mind.

"I'll get your ass for this", Billy smirked venomously

"I bet you will", Tessie turned around, pulled her shorts' waistband, and released it with a smack. She glanced behind her shoulder and winked.

Billy sighed, now sporting a tent in his briefs.