Chapter 3

The massages continued like this every few days for a couple of weeks. I would let my hands wander occasionally up to mom’s awesome butt cheeks for a ‘full’ handful whilst doing them, but only once or twice during our sessions, so as not to appear too obvious. I’d often get so turned on that I’d have to make an excuse to go to the bathroom and jerk myself off for relief. That seemed ok, and I was sure both mom and dad didn’t suspect what I was really doing, when I disappeared for a few minutes, or so I thought at the time.

Apart from the evening massages life carried on ‘as normal’ during each day. It was only when the three of us were all alone in the evenings after dad and I had set up the massage table, that there seemed a bit of an ‘electric air’ between us all. It was hard to put my finger on it, but these sessions seem to have some ‘energy’ to them and although to an outsider it may have looked a bit odd, after a while it seemed perfectly natural.

But we only ever did the massages when there were no other guests or family visiting anyway, and as far as I knew neither mom or dad ever mentioned the massages to anyone else, and neither did I.

Then after another couple of weeks, the heat wave set in.

It became really hot. We’d get this every year of course, in India, but that never made it any easier. Although we didn’t have full air conditioning in the flat, we had a couple of those portable-cooling units. They helped, but it wasn’t the same as having full air-con and it was still warm and humid in the flat, especially in the evenings.

It was a couple of days after the heat wave had set in and dad and I had just finished setting up the massage table. Dad was wearing light cotton shorts and a half sleeved shirt, whilst I had shorts and a t-shirt on. Mom came in wearing her usual skirt and blouse.

“Oh, it’s too hot in here” she said in a complaining tone. “And I’m all hot and sticky” she added.

Dad looked up from reading his paper. “Why don’t you take a quick shower and then come in here. I’m sure Rasheed won’t mind” he said.

“That’s a good idea,” said mom, “I’ll be a lot more comfortable. Give me a few minutes Rasheed.”

I sat on the sofa and waited. Dad went back to reading his paper.

After about 10 minutes, I got the shock of my life. Mom came into the living room with a dark blue bath towel draped around her and carrying a couple of smaller towels, the same colour. The bath towel covered her boobs and down to the tops of her thighs, leaving most of her legs and the area above her boobs completely exposed. I had never seen her like this before and I felt my prick nudge against my shorts.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now Rasheed, I’ve brought in some small towels. I’m going to lie on the massage table and you’ll have to put one over my bottom under the bath towel and then take the bath towel off so you can massage me properly.”

I swallowed, not quite believing what I was hearing and trying to cover the slight bulge in my shorts with one hand. “Sure mom” I said, rather timidly.

With the bath towel still wrapped around her, she lay herself face down on the massage table. I grabbed a smaller towel from her hand and hesitated whilst she released the bath towel from under her, so it was free from below but still covered her back and butt.

“Just slip the small towel under the big one, so it’s over my bottom” she said, looking around on her elbows.

“That’s right son,” added dad, looking up from reading his paper.

My hands were shaking, but I tried not to let it show.

I lifted the blue bath towel slightly from where it covered her thighs, so as not to expose her completely, and slid the smaller towel under it, over both thighs. I didn’t get a glimpse of her butt as I looked away so as to appear quite innocent to what I was doing. Then, replacing the bath towel over the smaller one, I slid the small towel up. My fingers invariably couldn’t help running over the fleshy cheeks of mom’s ass as I did so. The feeling was extremely arousing, and my dick jerked up in my shorts again.