For the next couple of weeks after making the porn video, sleep was difficult. It wasn’t because I exposed myself on a porn video. It wasn’t an issue that the quality of the video, the adapted script, or the acting was sub-par. What was haunting me was the fantasy scene of having sex with my mother. Something about Juice calling me her son and me calling her, mom, left me perplexed and confused. On one hand, I was aroused while fucking Juice as my mother. On the other hand, could I ever think of actually having sex with my real mother? No doubt that my mom was a fit attractive woman with a youthfulness that masked her real age. A consistent regime of yoga and running kept her body tight and lean. Often, my friends would kid me that she seemed more like my older sister than my mother. I pondered this over many nights finally succumbing to masturbating as the only cure for my inability to sleep. Little did I realize at the time that an opportunity would soon present itself.

My regular Tuesday afternoon lab at McGill was canceled and I decided to head home early to take advantage of an extra three hours of free time. As I approached my house, I saw a minivan with a Masso Joe logo, a phone number, and the words “We come to you.”

As I got out of the car, inserted the key into the front door, I wondered. Mom is a yoga fan and likes to run on weekends but she never mentioned anything about massage. Thinking and laughing; there isn’t much to massage because she is all of 4'11”, 95 pounds, with a nice flat belly and adequate B-cups. I hope she gets a discount for the smaller surface area, I continued to chuckle to myself.

The house was quiet except for some relaxing music coming from the basement. Usually, the basement is only used in the evening so I headed to the top of the stairs and peered down. There I saw this well-built guy in a white dry-fit shirt and black track pants. His arms were thick and the stretchy shirt hugged his muscular chest. He wore a leather belt with a pump bottle attachment. Joe would squirt liquid onto his hands before starting to rub my mom. I quickly realized that the bottle was his oil as his hands slide effortlessly over my mom’s well-defined back.

My mom was facing the opposite direction with her back exposed and her bottom covered with a towel. She could not see me but the massage guy could. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and glanced up at me without skipping a beat. He gave me a mischievous smile and a wink and proceeded to lift the towel and expose the bottom half of her naked body. He caught my attention and gave me a “watch this“ look, as he oiled his hands and forearms and proceeded to use them down her back, over her butt, and down her legs. Even in the dim light of the room, I could see the shine that the oil had left.

This was the first time I have ever seen my mom naked. Sure she walked around in a towel after a shower, in yoga pants and a sports bra, but here I was seeing my mom lying naked on her stomach, being rubbed but this handsome fit stud. My eyes migrated to her ass cheeks which looked as white as two sixty-watt bulbs. They were perfectly shaped with not a bump or a blemish. I could now see that Joe was enjoying this as much as I was, as he ran his hand along her side and grazed the side of her breast. He repeated this several times. Each time sliding his hand deeper against her B cups. He would then move to the other side and repeat. By now, my cock was rock hard and I was ready to jerk it, but I could not move away from the show evolving in front to me.

Joe continued to oil his hands and started to massage mom’s butt. It is small and round and his larger hands easily manipulated her firm glutes. I watched his hand slide down the crack of her ass as if to stimulate her in a sensual way. As he moved from cheek to cheek he always had one hand slide down that crack. I saw my mom stir as he did this and noted how her legs would open as if to give him more space to work. Joe would look at me to ensure that I was enjoying the show, which both my head and cock bobbed in approval.

Joe moved down to massage her calves and legs, inching up to her pelvic with long lingering strokes moving from one leg to the other, always ending up focusing on her inner thighs. Although I could not see from my angle, I knew that he was teasing her pussy lips. I watched again as she opened her legs and tilted her ass upward as if beckoning him to touch her sex. Joe read the signals better than I, as he slid his hand under her pelvis while rubbing his thumb as against her ass bud. I could hear my mom moan in pleasure as Joe continued to toy with her sex. She would squirm and jerk as he continued to probe. I admired his technique and patience, as he would tease, and move away, tease and move away, wanting extreme pleasure to build up inside her.

I was going nuts watching this, not able to understand how Joe could move this slowly and methodically taking control of my mom’s senses. It was like he controlled her body to do what he wished with it, but focusing on providing her pleasure. My cock was raging hard, and it took a supreme effort not to head to the bathroom to unload.

Although the music was still in the background, I couldn’t hear it, my mind focusing on Joe and my mom. Joe gave me a glance and picked up a towel and reached for a sleep mask. Holding the towel up to block her view from seeing me, Joe handed my mom the mask and told her to cover her eyes with it and turn over.

She asked, “Why the mask?”

Joe responded that removing one of the senses would enhance the other senses, which she seemed to believe, and covered her eyes. He increased the volume of the music and motioned me to come downstairs. At first, I was hesitant. What is she lifted the mask… What if she heard me,… What if she saw me… What if… What if...

Fuck it, I said to myself and quietly moved my way downstairs next to Joe. He looked at the tent in my pants and laughed out loud to which my mom asked why he was laughing. He quickly replied that the particular song reminded him of a funny incident that he would tell her about after the session. But mine was not the only tent in the pants as I could see the bulge in his tracksuit looked bigger and thicker than mine.

Joe took out the bottle of oil and squirted some on my hands, motioned me to rub them together, and then took my wrists and laid my hands down on my mom’s breasts. He started me off indicating the right pressure and speed and then moved back to watch me massage my mom’s breasts. I am not new to massage, but I felt like a massage virgin with my mother as my partner. I am not sure if mom could feel my hands trembling and shaking because I was so nervous, yet so excited.

I rubbed those lovely mounds of flesh with tenderness, thinking they used to feed me as a baby. I played with the nipples which were firm and pointed like small bullets. These were the breasts that were causing me sleepless nights. Now I held and manipulated these womanly globes for both of our enjoyment.

Almost in a trance, I felt Joe move me to the side as he massaged mom’s flat belly running his hands close to her vagina and then moving away. He now massaged her thighs, and inner thighs, teasing and caressing as he went. With each graze of her pussy I would hear her moan and spread her legs wider. Joe positioned me to get the best view as the teasing subsided and he became committed to a pleasurable end. Mom’s pussy was swollen and wet, and not from the oil. Her natural lubricate was escaping from her vagina. Joe toyed with her outer pussy lips, lovingly caressing one side then the other. He then focused more on the inner pink lips as he continued to assault her sex. Her body was squirming with pleasure as he continued. Her fingers moved to stroke her breasts, still slippery from the oil that remained from my massage. Joe then took my hand and indicated to insert one finger into her pussy. I followed his instruction and slide one finger into mom. It felt so warm and wet and squishy. Joe then indicated to insert a second finger which also slid in easily. I looked down at my pants and saw a spot surfacing from precum that I could not control. Joe indicated the speed to which to move and I watched him lick his fingers and start to massage mom’s clit. Together, I was finger fucking my mother and Joe was rubbing her clit. Her hands were moving faster on her breasts and I watched her chest move up and down as her breaths became shorter and faster.

Mom’s moans became louder and although mom rarely swears, I heard her spit out, “Joe, your hands feel so fucking good,” and she then began giving instructions… a little to the left, faster… harder…Harder!”

I followed her instructions as well as I could, my fingers now pumping in and out like pistons of a train locomotive. Then with a final gasp, I felt her cunt muscles clamp down on my fingers and her body shake in orgasmic delight. The spasms and virginal contractions continued for about thirty seconds. I felt her hand grab mine and push me away from her now overly sensitive pussy. I was concerned that when she pushed my hand away, she might know it didn’t feel like it was Joe’s, but she obviously had other things on her mind. Joe moved me to the side and started to calm her down with long relaxing strokes until her breathing returned to normal. She asked if she could remove the sleep mask and Joe responded “not yet”. She blindly reached for Joe to thank him for an extraordinary massage and said she needed to repay him.

“Joe, you made me so fucking horny. I need your cock.”

Joe moved closer to her and stripped off his tracksuit. As I had guessed, his cock was long and thick with a circumcised head. Fully shaved, there wasn’t a trace of hair on either his cock or balls.

I watched as mom, still blindfolded, rolled on her side, and started to stroke and suck his cock. This was better than any porn I ever watched, as my mom was giving a first-class blow job to this younger stud. It didn’t take too long before his hips were bucking and he was literally fucking her mouth. I couldn’t have imagined this scene even in my wildest dream.

As controlled and patient as Joe was during the teasing of mom, Joe now was concerned about his own pleasure. His face contorted. His balls rattled back and forth with each push. He held the back of mom’s head as he pressed his cock deep down her throat. Whether she wanted to or not, mom was helpless to resist, but she showed no desire to stop him.

I couldn’t see Joe shoot his load into mom’s mouth, but I knew exactly when it happened. With a final grunt, his glutes contracted, his six-pack contracted and his face scrunched up as if he had was hit in the gut by a lead pipe.

Standing next to him, I felt his pain and pleasure as if I was the one fucking her.

I knew my cock was continuing to leak and it wouldn’t have surprised me if I achieved my own orgasm without ever touching my cock.

My mom was now sitting up, licking her lips, and obviously savoring the aftertaste of Joe’s cum.

“Joe, you make a tasty dessert after a wonderfully relaxing massage. Can I take off my mask now?”

“Not yet. As a special client, you deserve special treatment.”

I thought that this party was over until Joe helped her from the massage table and asked her to lean her hands against the table, her legs spread open, and butt pushed outward. Although still blindfolded and confused, she obeyed. Joe had me strip naked and motioned me behind her and had me grab her hips. He then took my rock hard cock and ran it up and down her still wet and slippery cunt. The waves of pleasure poured through my body as Joe was rubbing my cock head against my mom’s pussy lips. He then motioned me to enter my mom’s cunt and fuck her.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing that this would be a point of no return. I could keep this a secret but I could never unfuck her.

Joe seeming aware of my indecision moved behind me and pressed my butt forward forcing my cock into my mom’s warm and waiting cunt. We both watched as my throbbing cock disappeared inside her. In a philosophical moment, I reflected that my cock was in the love canal that was the same route taken when I first entered this world.

But I was now a man and she was a woman, and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. Under the protection provided by mom’s mask, I was free to do whatever I wanted. And yes I wanted to fuck her!

So here I was, holding my mom’s hips. Her leaning against a massage table and me fucking her while thinking it was Joe. I tried to remember every porn movie where the guy pounded his girlfriend. My hands squeezed her waist, with a force strong enough to leave imprints into her soft flesh. My slow pulsating movements were quickly revved up, knowing that with all my control I could not hold back for very long. Mom took all my pounding and her petite body gave back as good as she got.

“Joe, I am ready to cum again. Join me. Cum with me!” mom panted out with the last works she was able to speak before her orgasm took hold.

I felt her strong Kegels clamp and milk my cock. But this time it wasn’t Joe who was cumming. It was me. And it wasn’t cum deposited into her vagina. It was some love seed. It was love that I was pouring into the innermost parts of my mom.

My orgasm was so intense I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out with pleasure as my mom’s knees buckled with the bliss of her own. Her spent body now limp, lay over the massage table as she tried to catch her breath for the second time in a short span.

Joe now motioned me that it was time to leave. The session went much longer than expected. I slinked my bare ass out of the basement and went to my room to change my cum stained underwear. I headed back down to the kitchen for a snack just as mom arrived upstairs wearing her favorite white bathrobe.

“Jay, I am surprised you are home so early,” she said as she tightened her robe around her small waist.

“My lab was canceled and I just came in a few minutes ago.”

“Funny,” mom said with some hesitation. “I am sure I heard the door open and close over a half-hour ago?” Then with a sassy smirk, she continued, ”As smart as you gentleman are, you never seem to learn an important lesson. Moms always know everything that goes on around them. And Joe, when you give your massage partner a blindfold, you better be sure that it fits securely and doesn’t gap open at the bottom like the one you gave me.”

Mom continued, “Now, before I go for my well-earned shower, I wanted to thank you, Joe, for your special treatment, and thank you, Jay, for being Joe’s special assistant and making your mother feel alive and desirable.”

With that comment, mom gave me a motherly kiss on the crown of my head and made her way to the upstairs.

Joe and I looked at each other without saying a word but our thoughts were aligned. Here we believed we had fooled my mom, but in reality, it was mom who had the upper hand all the time.