Samantha's Erotic Experience at Massage | with video

[ashuezy2]

Scene 2: The Mother's Secret

I slipped out of the room. It had only been about thirty minutes of my ninety-minute session. My heart was pounding, and the dampness between my legs felt like a loud, embarrassing secret I had to keep hidden.
I walked down the hall, pretending to look for the bathroom. Then, I sneaked over to my mom's massage room. The door wasn't fully closed. I pressed my ear close and then peered in, making sure they wouldn't notice me.
And there she was.

My mom was lying on the table, completely butt naked. Her masseuse, the other guy, had his hands all inside and over her.

I watched, frozen. His fingers were disappearing and reappearing from between her legs, moving with a steady, deep rhythm. My mom’s hips were slightly raised, her back arched, as he worked on her. He was leaning over her, his body pressing close to hers. I could see his arm and back muscles tensing as he moved.
Her eyes were closed. A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure pleasure. She looked utterly lost in the moment, her body completely relaxed under his touch, yet also alive with a wild, different kind of intensity. His other hand was on her breast, gently kneading the flesh.

He stopped moving his fingers down below for a second and started rubbing her butt cheeks, pressing and squeezing them hard.

Mom: I'm ready now.
The man didn't say anything. He just used his arm to help her roll onto her hands and knees on the table, getting into a doggy-style position. Her big, beautiful breasts were hanging down, swaying a little.
He leaned in and started kissing the back of her neck. He pulled her hair back and held it with one hand. His other hand reached between her legs, guiding her wet, swollen slit.
Then, with a deep grunt, he pushed his hard, thick cock right into her.

Mom: Ah!
She let out a sharp cry. He was big. He started moving immediately, fucking her hard and fast. The table started to squeak with the force of his thrusts. He was holding onto her hips with both hands, slamming his cock into her pussy again and again.

Mom: Oh my God! Yes! Harder! Don't stop!
He pulled out with a wet smack and shoved his whole cock back in deep, hitting her cervix. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with the effort.

He pulled her hips back toward him and started pushing harder and faster, a raw, primal rhythm filling the room. My mother was moaning loudly now, a sound of uncontrolled lust. She was completely gone, lost in the feeling.
I felt a dizzying rush of my own wetness. My breathing stopped. I stood there, watching my mom being fucked senseless by the huge man, my own panties getting heavier.

Just as I thought they might hear my heavy breathing, the masseuse gave one final, powerful thrust and groaned a deep, satisfied sound. My mom screamed, a high-pitched cry of climax. She slumped over the table, shaking.
The man slowly pulled out, his cock dripping wet. He gently helped her lay back down and immediately covered her with a sheet, like nothing had happened. He gave her a soft, professional tap on the shoulder.
I pulled back from the door just as he was opening it. I spun around and ran down the hall, back toward the front desk, my heart feeling like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning against the wall, utterly shocked, turned on, and dripping wet.