Six months. They say a lot can change in such a short time, and for me, that was as true as could be. Just six months ago, I was lusting and desiring my mother, feeling I would never have her. Now, six months later, I was massaging and worshipping her every Friday night.

Every Friday I would get to feel all over her sexy body. Even better was that now she let me massage her the way I wanted to. I could kiss her, suck her nipples and taste her womanhood. I would have never thought I would ever be this close, this intimate with the woman I loved.

Still, there was more I wanted. I still had not gotten the last thing I wanted from her. I still had not gotten the chance to truly make love to my mother. Each week, I felt we were getting closer to that final, satisfying step. It was not just my own desires that made me think so. It was also what was happening between us, outside of our weekly massage time. Things had changed with us, and I felt she was becoming more receptive to my desires.

About a month ago, things took a great turn. One night when she came home from work, I hugged her as I always did, but this time I took a chance and I kissed her too. On the lips, and I held it. She did not back away, in fact she pulled me closer as we held our kiss. I had to lean my head down a bit, because while my mother definitely had a bigger ass and bigger breasts than I did, I was taller than her.

She was smiling at me when we separated. I was trembling after that kiss. That was all the encouragement I needed, and since that night, I have kissed her every day when she came home from work, and other times too.

Another night, while we were cuddled together, watching a movie, I got daring. We were spooning as we watched the movie. Feeling cheeky, I put my hand right on her breast and squeezed. She did not get angry. She just giggled, and she did not move my hand. I kept squeezing, then I began to roll her breast in my hand, round and around.

Eventually, she did stop me. “Okay Dana, that’s enough for now.” She said. “For now.” She said, meaning I could do it again. I did do it again, many times. During some movie nights, or other times we would cuddle like this, I would put my hand back on her breast later, though I would just hold it. She never moved my hands away. Sometimes she’d push her chest further into my hand, or put her hand on mine and push my hand deeper into her tits.

In the kitchen, when she’d be making dinner, I’d walk up behind her, put my arms around her and put my hands on her breasts, grinding my crotch against her butt. She would just giggle, and push her butt back against me. I’d start nibbling and kissing her neck, until she’d push me away, telling me she had to finish dinner.

Some nights I would do this multiple times, and despite how intense I would get, she’d be equally receptive. I could feel her nipples harden when I would fondle her breasts, and I could see her face turn red, flushed and hot.

Mom was more like my girlfriend now, but I still had not gotten that last thing I wanted from her. With what she was letting me do, I had a feeling I’d have it soon. I’d grope her breasts and butt, I’d kiss her and bite her. I would walk in while she was getting dressed, in her room or after her shower, and she’d never tell me to leave.

She’d never reciprocate, never do to me what I had done to her, but I was fine with that. Compared to what I had from her six months ago, this was heaven. No matter what I did, all she would do is smile and giggle, sometimes jokingly chastising me, but never would she get angry. With everything she was letting me do, I was sure soon I would have her, all of her.

After six months, I was anticipating our eventual coupling. After what she had me do when I massaged her, and what she allowed me to do at home, I had a feeling it was near. Six months after I had started massaging her, it all came one eventful night. It was Friday, time for our weekly massage time. Like all other times, I was wet with anticipation and hope. My heart was pounding as I entered her room, hoping tonight would finally be the night.

Like every time before, she was standing next to her bed, bathed in heavenly light from her bedside lamp. This sight never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She always looked so heavenly like this. I walked up to her and hugged her, and for the first time before our massages, I kissed her. To my surprise and delight, she put her arms around me and kissed me back. Even with our mouths closed, it still made me tremble.

After about a minute, I broke our kiss and set to undress her. It always turned me on to do this. To slowly reveal every inch of my mother’s body. Still looking into her eyes, I started unbuttoning her shirt. She always wore button ups before we did this. I’m sure it was on purpose, just to tease me. As I undid the third button, my desire won out and my eyes went to her chest. I began to lightly hyperventilate as more of her chest was revealed.

At first, all I saw was her cleavage, but more of those enticing mounds were revealed to me as I undid each button. Once I opened the last one, I pulled the sides back and slid her shirt off her body. Once again, I was greeted by the sight of my mother’s almost naked torso. All she had on now was her white lace bra, my favorite one.

I pulled her into a hug again as I set to undo her bra, kissing the top of her chest and her shoulders. I always acted like it was hard to undo her bra, just to give me a little more time against her. I know she noticed, but she never said a word.

Her bra undone, I stepped back as I slid the straps off her shoulders, then removed the cups from her breasts, revealing those lovelies to my eyes again. Before I worked on her bottoms, I leaned forward and kissed over her breasts and down her stomach, taking a hearty suck of each nipple. “Mmm.” She mewed, like each time before.

I kissed all the way down to the button on her pants, stopping when my lips touched cloth. I looked into her eyes, smiling as I opened her pants and unzipped them. My eyes went back to her pants as I slowly slid them down her legs, showing me one inch after another of smooth, flawless leg. My kisses followed, until I reached her knees. I slid them off of her, she stepped out of each leg.

I did not have to worry about socks or anything like that, she was always barefoot at home. It was such an erotic sight, to see my mother in just her white lace panties (also my favorites), they cupped her butt and pussy perfectly, and I saw the wet spot on the front.

I gave a long, sensuous lick up her leg as I reached for her underwear, turning her to face away from me. Slowly I pulled her panties off of her, and in my face was now her delicious butt. I licked and bit over those cheeks. Once they were off her body, I turned her to face me again, and planted a small kiss on her sex.

Greeted once more by the sight of my naked mother, I led her to the bed, laying her down. I ran my hand down her body. Across her back and butt and down to her feet, before I straddled her to give her my usual sensual massage. I would only do these for her. No one else would receive this kind of massage from me. There was no one I loved like her. Never once did I skip a step. I always took my time with her, making sure I got to massage and caress every inch of her body.

I would kiss her, suck her nipples and rim her ass. I’d lick and taste her legs and feet, and take large tastes of her pussy. Just like every time before, it got me so wet to do this for her. My heart was pounding, my nipples were hard, my pussy was wet and my breathing was labored. I know she knew how hot this made me.

The worst part for me each week was when it was over. I hated that I would have to wait another week before I would get to do this again. I did not want to increase the frequency of our sessions though, I did not want the enjoyment to wane.

Finished with my massage, I got up off the bed and her, set to leave the room. I went to her, to receive my thank you kiss. Normally, after kissing me, she’d fall asleep. Not this night. After our kiss, she asked me to stay. She wanted to talk to me again. I was scared that she did not want me to do this for her anymore. That would be the worst thing she could tell me.

Shaking with trepidation, I sat down on the bed next to her as she sat up, her breasts jiggling enticingly as she rose. I got a thrill seeing that her nipples were still hard. Sitting up now, she turned to face me. It was a little strange, sitting here on my mother’s bed, with me still fully clothed and my mother completely naked. It took effort on my part not to just stare at her breasts, or that lovely cleft between her sumptuous thighs. It was thrilling to me to sit with her like this, to continue to view her naked body.

Scared as I was, it was a small comfort to see she was still smiling. “Now, before I begin, let me just say I’m not going to ask you to stop with our weekly massages. I enjoy them too much to stop them now.” She said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least those times were not over. Still, I was racking my brains trying to figure out why she wanted to talk. She took a deep breath, before she spoke again.

“Now Dana, I know how much you desire me. Your offer to massage me gave me an inkling, and the way you massage me now only confirms that. Like I said before, when I asked you to massage me the way you wanted to, I’m not mad. I’m quite flattered actually, that someone your age finds me so desirable, even if it is my own daughter.” My heart was pounding now. Was this leading where I think it was? Could this night finally be the night I had hoped for?

“I will admit, your desire for me has made me think a lot over the last six months. I’ve never been with another woman. I never was interested, until what happened between us the last few months. I’ll admit, I’m now curious about what it is like.” My heart was pounding, could this be it? Would I finally make love to my mother? “So Dana, I have a request.”

I was still scared. Would she take that step? Would she let me, her daughter, make love to her? What if she just wanted me to find a woman for her? She sighed, like she was mulling over what she was about to ask. She then spoke. “This might be strange for me to ask, but I want to know what it is like with another woman. So honey, will you show me? Will you let me see what it is like making love to another woman?”

My jaw dropped. She wanted me to make love to her. It was finally happening. I would finally get to make love to my mother, the woman of my dreams. Not only that, she had never been with another woman, and she wanted me to be her first. My mother wanted me to give her her first lesbian experience. I was overcome with joy. I hugged her to me, and kissed her. “I would be honored mom.” I said to her, then I kissed her again.

For just a moment, our lips stayed closed, before we opened our mouths and deepened our kiss. As we kissed, she put her arms around me, and for a few minutes, we sat there on her bed, kissing deeply. As we kissed, my hand trailed down to her breast and I started fondling it. I rolled and squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple and flicked it with my fingers. I did not stop kissing her while I did this, and she moaned into my mouth as I played with her tit.

I could feel her breathing quicken as I toyed with her, before I glided my hand further down to her snatch. My other hand resumed playing with her tit as my first hand started rubbing her womanhood. She was moaning more now. In a circular motion, I rubbed over her sex, not yet touching her clit or fingering her.

She broke our kiss as I rubbed, needing air, and I used this opportunity to kiss down her body and take those dear nipples into my mouth. I licked over her areolas, flicked her nipples with my tongue and then I bit one. “Ohhhh.” She yelped. I could see her face flushing again, her cheeks and chest turning pink as her arousal grew.

I was still fully clothed, but I knew soon that would change. She was getting very wet, coating my fingers in her feminine fluids. I smiled around her nipple, still sucking and biting, as I put one, then two fingers inside her. “Oh god.” She yelled, before she moaned louder as I began to piston my fingers in and out, then made a come hither motion inside her tunnel. “Oh Dana, that feel so nice.” She whined.

Briefly, I let go of her nipple and smiled at her. “It’s only going to get better, mom.” I told her, before resuming my suckling. I could feel her vagina contracting around my exploring digits, and I knew she was close. I put my thumb to her clit and rubbed her as I fingered her. Stimulated in three places, she came in just a few minutes, already worked up from my earlier massage.