Frank Brown: Mom peeps on the boys

She nearly collided with Thomas in the hallway.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson," said the wide-shouldered young man in his white uniform.

"That's entirely all right, Thomas," Alice was struck again at how much the young masseur resembled Zenobia Grant's stableboy, with his sheepish expression and the thick brown hair that kept falling into his eyes.

"If you're ready, I can take you early," he said, his eyes on her tits. "I have a cancellation."

"Give me ten minutes. I wanna catch a few rays in the tanning booth."

"I'll get the table ready," Thomas said, glancing once more at Alice's tits before heading on down the hall.

Alice lay under the ultraviolet lights, having skinned off her bikini, her eyes covered with opaque black glasses. She turned every little while so she'd tan evenly. She thought of her upcoming massage, could almost feel Thomas' big strong fingers on her flesh, relaxing her totally. She realized her cunt was throbbing, realized it hadn't stopped throbbing since she'd entered the bathroom with her naked son. Her muscles pumped and tingling, her skin sleek with a sheen of sweat, her pussy pounding like a heart, she felt more and more sensuous as she posed under the ultraviolet light, tanning her smooth skin.

What would Thomas' reaction be if she let him remove her bikini today? It was her choice – to get her massage while wearing her bikini, or to be naked. She'd been getting massages from Thomas for over a year, but always with her bikini on. Thomas never failed to ask her before each massage, though, whether she preferred wearing the bikini or removing it.

The buzzer went off in the ultraviolet booth, signaling Alice that she'd had enough. As she sat up and slid off the tanning table, she felt a tightening in her cunt and a twinge of anxiety in her stomach. After she put her bikini back on, she left the tanning room, heading down the hall to the massage room in a partial daze.

Thomas stood behind his massage table like an alert sentinel. The moment Alice walked into the room, he quickly slid around the table and shut the door behind her, locking it as he always did. He turned down the lights to a cozy glow. The sheet on the massage table took on a slightly yellowish cast.

"Warm oil?" he asked.

"Yes," Alice said. "As warm as you can get it."

"It's heated and ready," he said. "And you prefer wearing your bikini?"

Alice paused for a moment. "No," she said. "No, I think I'd be more comfortable with it off today. I'd like to try it that way once."

The boy didn't respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as if he couldn't understand what she'd just said, as if she'd spoke in a foreign language. "Off?" he said, almost with a frown.

"Off," Alice said. She reached behind her to untie her halter. "Will you help me, Thomas?"

"Well… well, I mean, sure," the boy mumbled. His fingers fumbled with her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.

Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it up. Alice shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could straighten himself.

"Please, Thomas," she said, "will you help me with these?"

The boy's face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the panties off over Alice's bare feet. The musky aroma of Alice's moist cunt rose in the air.

Alice lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread as wide as they could without falling off the sides of the table. She closed her eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked, liberated. No other males besides her husband had ever seen her naked before.

Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alice's neck as she raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with warm massage oil. His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.

Alice sighed as the young man's big fingers began to knead and stroke her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of her cheeks and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He kneaded behind her ears and down the back of her neck. Within seconds, Alice's entire body relaxed. She could hardly move, didn't want to move. She felt totally naked, open and receptive.

Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it, working his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alice felt as if her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on the table and moved around to massage her left arm. Alice sighed, almost moaned.

The boy's hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up, milking. He kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her feet, rotating the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both her feet and legs were limp and tingling.

He moved to her belly, coating it with hot oil. His big fingers massaged her flanks. His hands slid up to her tits, spreading hot oil all over them, squeezing her tits, his fingers rotating over the erect cherry-bumps. As he rolled her nipples between his fingers, Alice's cunt contracted and a small spurt of hot pussy juice lubricated her swollen cuntlips. She moaned, writhing.

His breathing loud and shaky, the young masseur moved down. Alice opened her eyes just in time to see his face lower between her legs. As he fastened his mouth to her pussy, Alice gasped.

The boy twisted his head as if trying to burrow it up her cunt. He rubbed his face and lips all over her wet crotch, moaning, mumbling. He pushed his hands under Alice's thighs, lifted them, spread them wide. Alice grabbed the backs of her knees to steady her legs in the air. She spread her legs as wide as she could, opening her cunt up completely. The boy's fat tongue slid between her pussylips.

"Mmmm, mmmm!" Thomas moaned as he munched. He sucked on Alice's swollen pussylips, chewed on them. His tongue twisted, fucked in and out, probing, licking, tasting.

"Oh Thomas!" Alice gasped. "Oh God!"

She couldn't believe this was happening. Not even her husband had ever done anything like this to her before. She'd had deep dark fantasies about a man licking her pussy, but she'd never dreamed her fantasies could ever become real.

"Lick!" she breathed. "Suck! Oh, yes!"

She let go of her legs, holding them up with her leg and hip muscles, and she massaged her oiled tits, pinching and rolling her nipples with oiled fingers. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, and she could tell by the way Thomas slurped and sucked that she was oozing hot fuck juices into his mouth.

"Make me come!" she moaned. "Oh, darling, make me come! Suck me off!"

She couldn't stand the heat and tension between her legs. The burning itch was going to make her scream. She wiggled her ass, rubbing her seething pussy in the boy's face, fucking herself on his probing tongue.

"Lick!" she gasped. "Suck! Oh, God!"

The boy growled like a dog. His teeth sank into her spongy pussylips, grated her clit. She saw stars. A fireball whirled through her loins and exploded. She jerked her ass, grunting, moaning – coming!

"Ohhhhh, darling!" she breathed, grinding her contracting cunt in the young masseur's mouth. "I'm coming, baby, lick it!"

Thomas slurped at Alice's bubbling pussy furrow, his long tongue flapping. He licked her open cunt from one end to the other, even licking deep between her legs and tasting some of her ass. His tongue felt like a flaming snake to Alice as it tortured her writhing crotch. He kept licking even after her contractions had passed. It was as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of her cunt and ass.

"Stop," she whimpered. "Oh God, it's too sensitive! Please stop!"

The young man straightened up, breathing hard. Cunt juice dripped from his chin, sweat from his nose. A few of Alice's golden pussy hairs were glued to his lips. His eyes were glassy. He gazed down at her naked body as if hypnotized by it. He began to unbutton his shirt.

Alice watched, fascinated and shocked as the boy took off his shirt. He was more muscular than she'd thought. His chest and abdomen looked like they'd been carved out of stone.