FOR MOM'S COMFORT 2

For a couple of weeks, the massages were repeated every few days. While doing them, I would occasionally allow my hands wander up to mom's magnificent butt cheeks for a 'full' handful, as just once or twice during our sessions so as not to appear too obvious. I'd frequently become so overstimulated that I'd have to fabricate an excuse to go to the toilet and jerk myself off for relief. That sounded OK, and I was sure neither mom nor dad knew what I was up to when I went missing for a few minutes, or so I believed at the time.

Except for the nightly massages, life went on as usual throughout the day. There seemed to be a 'electric air' between the three of us only when we were all alone in the nights after Dad and I had set up the massage table. It was difficult for me to put my finger on it, but these sessions seemed to have some 'energy' to them, and while it may have been strange at first, it seemed totally natural after a time.

But we only did the massages when no other guests or family members were present, and as far as I know, neither mom nor dad, nor I, ever mentioned the massages to anybody else.

Then, after a few more weeks, the heat wave arrived.

It had become really hot. Of course, we'd get this every year in India, but that didn't make it any easier. We had a couple of those portable-cooling units in the flat, even though we didn't have complete air conditioning. They helped, but it wasn't the same as having complete air conditioning, and the flat remained hot and humid, particularly in the nights.

It had been a few days after the heat wave had arrived, and Dad and I had just completed putting the massage table together. I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, whereas Dad was dressed in light cotton shorts and a half-sleeved shirt. Mom was dressed in her customary skirt and shirt as she entered the room.

"Oh, it's so hot in here," she grumbled. She continued, "And I'm all sweaty and sticky."

Dad raised his eyes from his newspaper. "Why don't you take a brief shower before entering? Iqbaal, I'm sure, won't mind "he stated

"That's a great idea," Mom replied, "I'll be a lot more at ease." Iqbaal, give me a few minutes."

I sat on the couch, waiting. Dad resumed his newspaper reading.

I got the shock of my life after about 15 minutes. Mom entered the living room dressed in a dark blue bath towel and carrying a couple of smaller towels of the same hue. Her boobs and up to the tops of her thighs were covered by the bath towel, leaving most of her legs and the area above her boobs entirely exposed. My prick nudged against my briefs when I saw her like this for the first time.

"It's a lot better now," she remarked. "I've brought some tiny towels in now, Iqbaal. I'll lie down on the massage table, and you'll need to drape one over my bottom beneath the bath towel, then remove the bath towel so you can properly massage me."

I swallowed, trying to cover the little bulge in my shorts with one hand since I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Sure, mum," I answered, a little hesitantly.

She sat face down on the massage table, her bath towel still wrapped around her. I took a smaller towel from her hand and paused as she loosened the bath towel from beneath her, allowing it to hang freely but still covering her back and buttocks.

"Just tuck the small towel beneath the big one so it's over my bottom," she explained as she shifted her weight onto her elbows and looked around.

"That's right, son," dad added as he looked up from his newspaper.

My hands trembled, but I tried not to show it.

I gently pulled the blue bath towel from her thighs, so as not to entirely expose her, and put the smaller towel under it, covering both thighs. I didn't catch a peek of her butt as I averted my gaze to appear unconcerned about what I was doing. Then I slid the smaller towel up, replacing the bath towel on top of it. As I did so, my fingers couldn't help but run over the fat cheeks of mom's ass. My dick jerked up in my shorts again as a result of the sensation.

I tried to move the smaller towel to cover most of her ass, but even though I couldn't see it in its exact position, I could tell the towel wasn't very big, and it would just just cover it.

'Oh fuck,' I exclaimed. 'How am I going to keep myself in check?'

Mom answered, "That appears to be fine." "The tiny towel appears to be in a good position; you may now remove the bath towel."

'Oh shit,' I exclaimed. 'Here we go, keep calm and carry on....' My heart was racing.I slowly peeled aside the bath towel, showing more and more of her nude body, starting from where it lay over her shoulder blades. It started with her mid-back, then her lower back, and lastly the little blue towel only covering her butt, and then it was all gone. I tossed the huge towel on the sofa and marvelled at the incredible scene before me.

As my mother lay on the massage table, I saw her almost naked from behind for the first time, and it was a sight to behold. Her skin was lightly tanned, hairless, and silky, and I could see the sides of her boobs as they pressed outwards against the massage table cushion while she lay there. The smaller towel barely covered her ass, rising from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs along the line of her huge butt cheeks.

I could also get a greater sense of her body proportions, which looked fantastic. She had a very voluptuous form, and although being a touch overweight, she had kept her curves, with an arch from her boobs to her hips and waist, giving her an hourglass appearance.

And now, more than ever before, I could see the shape of her magnificent ass. The flesh of her ass cheeks came up in a smooth curving fleshy mound, and their width was such that, despite its size, her butt seemed in proportion to the rest of her body, despite the small towel. I wanted to bury my face in her ass cheeks right then and there, but I had to restrain myself.

"Now you can properly massage me," Mom murmured, placing her head on her folded elbows.

Dad raised his eyes from his newspaper. "Oh, sure, Iqbaal, that's a lot better now, isn't it? Now you can massage your mother like a pro "he added, a smile on his face.

My dick was straining in my shorts, and I had a bead of sweat on my forehead. Fortunately, I was standing so that my crotch area was below the top of the table, which meant that neither mom nor dad could see it from where I was standing.

"Yea dad," I blurted out, not really understanding what I'd just said. "Mom seems much more at ease, and I should be able to do a much better job," I added. The sight of mum, almost naked from behind and in front of me, sent my mind into a spin. "I simply need to use the restroom for a moment."

I almost rushed to the restroom, grabbing one of the other little towels to cover the front of my shorts. After closing the door, I took off my shorts and grabbed my pulsing dick. I came in after only a few strokes, spurting wave loads of cum into the bath and on the floor - I was so worked up that I couldn't even direct my cum properly so it didn't hit the floor!

'How the fuck am I going to get through this massage?' I wondered.

Before returning to the living room, I washed up and regained my composure. The sight of mum, almost naked from behind, was incredible, and I knew that stroking her skin would re-energize me, but I had to do it.

"Are you all right, Iqbaal?" mum said as I walked in.

"Yea mum - just had to relieve myself," I said, thinking to myself what a relief she didn't realise in what way.

"Well, that's OK," she said.

I slid across to the other side of the table, unsure where to begin. I was dazzled by the sight of mom's near nakedness, like a rabbit staring into the headlights of an incoming car in the dark.

Dad then raised his eyes from his newspaper. "Now, Iqbaal, don't be shy; give your mother a thorough rub all over."

"Yes, yes,  I was going to get started." I put my hands in the middle of mom's back and began massaging her with nice circular motions. The flesh on her back was soft and pleasant to the touch.

Mom said, "Ooh, that's nice." "Exactly what I needed after a long day in the sun."

I continued up to her shoulders, remaining standing at the table's side. My prick had already begun to move within my shorts. Even though it would be below her eye level, beneath the table, I didn't dare to go to the end of the table by her head in case she noticed it.

Although it was tempting to let my hands fall down to her sides, where her tits protruded a little as they lay squashed against the massage table cushion, I kept them over her back. I decided to hold off on attempting that for a while.

Then, for the first time, I began to move downward. Slowly, past her rib cage, down the curvature of her spine, and to the small of her back, just above the beginning of her buttocks.

My jerk retaliated once more.

I looked up to check if Dad was paying attention, but he was buried in the newspaper.

I kept rubbing my hands together, firmly massaging the flesh beneath my feet. It was fantastic.

"Do my lower back a little bit more, Iqbaal," mum advised.

"Sure, mom," I said. I let my fingers drift over the starting of her ass cheeks, beneath the towel, as my hands travelled over the small of her back. It felt fantastic!

"Mmmmm...good," that's she murmured. When my hands ventured near her butt, I'd grown accustomed to her being extremely expressive.

My dick was rubbing against my shorts once more. 'Oh boy, what am I going to do now?' I wondered. In my shorts, I tried not to let her or my father see the tent.

After a minute or two, mum remarked, "Can you kindly do my neck?" "If you stand at the front of the table, it will be easier," she continued.

'Fuck it,' I said. 'She'll see my hard on right now.'

I awkwardly stepped up to the table's far end, towards her head. She raised her eyes for a brief second and noticed the bulge in my shorts.

"Iqbaal, what is it?" she inquired.

Hearing her remark, Dad looked up.

The game had come to an end. They could both see the tent through my shorts now. I yelled out, "Oh...er...sorry mom...er...dad." "I...I...er...couldn't help myself, what with meeting you in person and everything. I believe I've simply become agitated. I'm sorry, but do you mind if I leave the room?"

The two of them exchanged glances.

Mom said, "Throw me my bath towel," without standing up to avoid exposing her tits.

While looking away, I grabbed the bath towel and handed it to her, shivering, so she could cover herself up.

I was bracing myself for a good scolding, especially from my father.

To my amazement, Mom exclaimed, "Oh you miserable thing." "I should have given it some more thinking before asking you to massage me with such a small amount of clothing on."

"Iqbaal!" exclaimed dad, his dictatorial tone familiar to me when he was irritated with me.

'Here we go,' I thought, 'he's going to go crazy over me.'

"Iqbaal," he said again, "you've matured into a young man."

I swallowed, shivering as I awaited the next words.

"Does massaging your mother excite you?" he inquired, much to my surprise.

"Oh..er...well...I'm just not used to seeing a lady without any clothes on, and...and... I guess I do find it fascinating," I answered, trying to sound innocent and sympathetic.

Dad surprised me by smiling at my response.

"Iqbaal, I'm flattered," mum replied, sitting on the massage table with her legs dangling and her body draped in a bath towel, as she had done when she first entered the room.

"Is there any area of me that stimulates you when you touch it?" she inquired, much to my surprise.

I gulped again and turned to face my father.

"Now, go on," he urged, "answer you mum honestly."

"Oh..well..I guess...er..., I mean, I think...well, I really like your bottom," I finally blurted out, half embarrassed.

Mom and dad both burst out laughing.

To my amazement, dad answered, "Yes, me too." I'd never heard him or Mom speak in such a way before, and I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with them both!

Mom said, semi-seriously, "Well, maybe we should quit for now." "Perhaps your father will have to discuss this with you. Iqbaal, don't feel bad or ashamed; it's perfectly normal for a young man like you to get attracted when seeing a barely clothed woman, even if it's your mother "she continued with a smile "Now is a good time for you to take a shower and cool off."

I walked out of the room with a sigh of relief.

Before going to bed later that night, I reflected about the events of the evening. I suppose it was bound to happen at some point, and it was reassuring to know that they understood how I was feeling while massaging mum. I was getting so worked up that I couldn't have gone much longer without losing my mind! Their laid-back attitude, on the other hand, surprised me.

I got worked up again thinking about mom naked, and I wanked myself off thinking about her before going to sleep.

The next few days were odd in that neither mom nor dad said anything about what had happened, and mom didn't even ask me to massage her. We went about our daily routines as usual, but it was as if nothing strange had happened, and I didn't dare to bring it up myself to prevent more embarrassment.

After approximately a week, my father summoned me to the living room. He took a seat close to Mom on the sofa.

Dad said to me, "Sit down." "We need to speak with you about something significant."

I took a seat in my father's 'regular' armchair.

"Your mom truly misses your massages, Iqbaal," dad began. She was getting a lot of relaxation in her feet and back, but she's not as comfortable as she used to be."

Mom smiled reassuringly as I gazed at her.

"However," dad said, "we recognise you are a young guy with typical, let us say, human feelings, and we have an issue in that you become sexually aroused when massaging her."

"I'm flattered, son," mum continued as she looked at me.

"Over the previous few days, your mom and I have discussed this, and we've decided that mom will assist you by offering some comfort to your feelings, allowing you to continue massaging her and soothing her aches and pains."

I sat there with my mouth wide open and my eyes almost out of my head, unable to believe what I was hearing.

"You pitiful thing," Mom murmured. "I was only thinking about myself and not about the impact I was making on you. But we'll figure it out "she added with a wink and a smile.

I blushed and couldn't think of anything to say.

Dad asked, "Are you okay with that?"

"So what does that actually imply dad?" I replied hesitantly after regaining my calm.

"Well, when you become, shall we say, 'worked up,'" he said emphatically, "mom will assist you relax again so you can keep massaging her without the problem getting in the way."

"We can just soothe one other's aches," Mom continued, a little grin on her face.

As she spoke, I became enthralled.

"Oh," I answered, a little taken aback by what she was saying.

"However, there will be certain rules," Dad said. "To begin, you will massage Mom on our bedroom bed from now on. Second, only when I'm in the room. Third, it's best if we keep these, shall we say, sessions to ourselves and don't tell anyone else since they might not understand. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, dad," I said, still perplexed by the topic.

Mom asked, "Would you like to give me a massage right now, Iqbaal?"

"Sure," I said, my heart racing and my dick semi-erect in my pants after all this conversation.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Mom said as she rose. Dad and I went after her. The notion of what was to follow made my legs tremble.

In the centre of my parents' bedroom was a spacious king-size bed, with a study table by the window and an armchair similar to my father's favourite chair in the living room.

Dad sat in the armchair, reading the newspaper.

"Now you and Mom can just do your stuff while I read my paper in the living room like we used to," he explained. "I can also keep an eye on you both to make sure you're relaxed and doing a good job of assisting mum."

I couldn't believe it, but he appeared content to go about his business as usual while watching me massage Mom on the bed. I sat on a stool near the end of the bed because I chose to go with the flow.

Mom sat at the foot of the bed, facing me.

"Iqbaal, your father and I agreed that it would be better if I relieved you first so you could concentrate on my massage." I'm going to take off my clothes and give you a good look at me."

I took a breath and swallowed. My thoughts raced with the question, 'Did she just say what I thought she said?'

She began to unbutton her pink-colored shirt as a result. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing.

She undid the first two buttons first, then the blouse from its tucked position in her skirt, and finally the bottom two buttons. Underneath, I could see a red-colored bra that covered her boobs. I took a breath as she grinned at me after totally removing her blouse.

Her bra was low-cut, and despite the fact that I had no notion what women's bust sizes were, they appeared to be pretty large to me. Mom made circular motions with her hands over her bra as she caressed the cloth, then smiled as she glanced at me. "In a minute," she said, "I'll show you more of these."

My heart was thumping against the inside of my chest.

Then, without further ado, she unzipped her skirt and slid it down the back of her chair! And what a rude awakening I had. She wasn't even wearing pantyhose!

Dad smiled as he looked up. He said, "Oh, that's lovely, darling." "Don't be shy now, Iqbaal," he added, glancing at me and speaking in a tone that sounded like we'd done this a hundred times before returning to his paper. This was fantastic!

My mother stood naked from the waist down, wearing only a bra in front of me. I saw a woman's pussy from the front for the first time, though not up close! A perfectly clipped triangular patch of pubic hair could be found there.

"I know you like my bottom, Iqbaal, so I figured I'd save time and left my pants off," mum explained. She then turned around and showed me her butt in all its natural splendour. It had big ass cheeks and was mildly tanned. As she stood, her skin rippled slightly. I absorbed the curves, the form, and the dividing line in the middle of her cheeks as I stared captivated. I realised it was more fabulous than I'd ever dreamed as I peered at mom's ass in its natural state for the first time. It was all I had hoped for. I felt compelled to touch it right away.

My dick was now putting a lot of strain on my pants.

Dad raised his head once more. He laughed and added, "Give him a wiggle."

And with that, mom wriggled her ass in front of me, causing my heart rate to spike as I saw her fat ass cheeks ripple and slither against each other.

Without turning around, she teased, "Do you like mommy's bottom?"

"Wow mum," I managed to say over my dry mouth.

"Would you like to see what's going on inside my ass cheeks?" She then continued, swaying her hips and not turning around. Seeing her ass cheeks jiggle from side to side in front of me hypnotised me even more.

"Yes, mum," I responded, gasping for air once again.

"You can take a quick glance now," she continued, "but I'll give you a closer look tomorrow." "Do we really want you to use up all your energy?"

With that, she opened her legs slightly and leaned forward little. I could see her through the gap between her ass cheeks, but I couldn't see her clearly. She then placed her hands on her ass cheeks, one on each, as if she knew I wouldn't be able to see clearly, and slowly pulled her ass cheeks apart.

I let out a gasp. "Wow mum," I shouted once more, this time louder and more energised.

Her pussy was clearly visible now, with what appeared to be little flaps of flesh falling down either side. I'd never seen a woman's pussy before, so it was an entirely new experience for me.

Then, when I pulled her cheeks apart even more, I saw her asshole, and it was a magnificent sight. It was light pinkish-brown in colour and had a star-like look in the centre.

My dick was raging now.

She then let go of her ass cheeks and wriggled around on the spot, allowing me to see her ass cheeks ripple and wobble once more. She unclasped the bra straps while doing so, putting her hands behind her. She removed her bra and turned around, revealing her huge tits in full view. I inhaled deeply as I noticed the big areola encircling her nipples, which I'd never seen on a woman in any of my mags.

She grinned and wiggled her tits at me, allowing me to view them in all their magnificence.

"Shall we see what effect I've had on you so far?" she asked, her hands on her hips. "Come on, take your slacks off."

"Don't be shy now, Iqbaal," dad said, his gaze falling on me.

Mom chuckled as she saw the front of my jeans stretched to the limit by my already hard cock as I stood up.

I untangled my pants' catch and paused for a while. I was a little uncomfortable flashing my dick like this to both my mother and father.

"Come on, there's nothing to hide from us," Mom urged.

I yanked both my boxer shorts and my jeans down at the same time.

There I was, standing with my trousers at my feet and my 7-inch cock protruding from the tip, pre-cum flowing out.

Mom looked at my dick and said, "My, Iqbaal, you have grown into a young man."

"Well done, young man," Dad said as he glanced at me. Now, like we discussed, let your mother relieve you. Remove your top as well."

I kicked off my pants and underwear, removed my t-shirt, and stood absolutely naked in front of mom and dad.

Mom took a seat at the foot of the bed. "Now, Iqbaal, a lady can alleviate you in a variety of ways. One is to put a man's penis in her mouth, which I find really enjoyable. "Have you ever heard of this?"

"Yes, mom," I mumbled, "I believe I've read about that."

"It's all right," she said. "Now walk over to her and take a position in front of me."

"Now, before I play with it," she added, "when men and women relieve one other like this, we frequently speak phrases that may sound nasty or odd." Some of these words, which define our numerous body parts, may be familiar to you.

Your father and I frequently use these phrases to relieve each other, and we believe it is acceptable for you to do so as well. "Do you get what I'm saying?"

Her comments surprised me once more, but I was too engrossed in what was going on to notice. As far as I could tell, we were going to have sex of some form, so what I said now didn't really matter.

"You mean terms like cock and tits, or fuck?" "Sure mum, you mean words like cock and tits, or fuck?"

"That's right, Iqbaal," she smiled, delighted that I understood what she was saying. Don't mind if I say a few of these things myself; it's a lot of fun when men and women play together. Aman, isn't that correct?" she remarked, her gaze falling on her father.

Dad had dropped his paper and was now closely watching us. " Yes, darling, that's correct. We don't mind if you say whatever you want, Iqbaal, and it will probably help you relax more. Remember that mom is assisting you in being relieved, so you may give her a good massage afterwards."

Mom responded, "Come closer, Iqbaal."

I slid to the edge of the bed and positioned myself so that the tip of my dick was directly in front of Mom's mouth. She grasped the base with one hand, then sucked the head of my prick into her warm, welcome mouth while looking up into my eyes.

For the first time, I felt the euphoric warmth of a woman's moist lips and tongue around my dick. "Oh my God, mom, that feels fantastic."

As I got closer to her face, she began bobbing her head forward and backward as she sucked my dick deeper and deeper into her warm, wet lips.

"Oh fuck," I exclaimed, feeling completely unrestrained.

She then took a break from sucking and lapped her tongue around her head.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what was happening. My mother was sucking on my cock, and my father stood nearby, encouragingly.

"Go on, Zeenat, suck him well," dad exclaimed.

Mom raised her eyes to me again, then let her tongue lick the piss slit at the tip of my prick, tickling and playing with it for a few moments before engulfing my entire shaft in her mouth once more. I took her head in my hands and continued pumping in time with her sucking motions.

I could see her enormous boobs quiver and bounce under my prick as I peered down again. The sight of mom's tits bouncing up and down and side to side enraged me even more, and my dick became even harder. She appeared to detect my heightened arousal and responded by sucking even more forcefully.

The semen in my balls began to rise. "I don't believe I can hold out much longer," I admitted. I began fucking her mouth more quickly while holding her head in position and pushing forward in time with her sucking motions. Her head was bobbing back and forth, in and out, faster and faster, till I felt me cumming. "Mom, I'm cumming." "Ahh, Ah, AGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I fired my load into her mouth, and she gripped my shaft as I did so, swallowing everything I had to offer.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh"

She licked around my prick, carefully cleaning it up after I stopped cumming and it became limp.

She then raised her eyes to mine and licked her lips. "That was beautiful, Iqbaal; you were delicious." "I'm glad you're feeling better now."

"That was fantastic, mum," I exclaimed. "Wow, I never expected it to be this amazing," I said as I collapsed next to her on the bed.

"Congratulations, son," dad congratulated. "I hope you're feeling much better today, and that you'll be able to continue assisting Mom with her massages, but with a few extras thrown in."

"Thanks for being so understanding, dad," I said.

Mom smiled and sat back in her chair, her boobs dangling sexily across her chest, both hands on the bed behind her. "Well, son, that was your first session of relief. As time goes on, we'll be able to attempt a few various approaches. But do you think you'll be able to concentrate long enough to give your mother a relaxing back and leg massage?"

"Sure, mum," I replied, "until I get pumped up again."

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