My Head Massage Turned My Mom On.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind where time seems to slow down and the world outside your window fades into a blur. I, Vikram, was at home with my mother, Meera, while my brother and his family were out for the day. It was around 2 PM, and we were lounging in the living room, the hum of the television filling the quiet house.

Suddenly, my mother turned to me, her voice gentle but tinged with discomfort. "Vikram, I have a terrible headache, and it's been ages since I've had a good head massage."

My mother was no stranger to headaches and often requested massages to ease her tension. I was more than happy to oblige. "Of course, Ma," I replied, fetching the warm mustard oil we kept for such occasions.

I started with her head, my fingers working the oil into her scalp with firm, circular motions. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body relaxing under my touch. "That feels so good, Vikram," she murmured. "You have such a talented touch."

Emboldened, I moved on to her shoulders and arms, kneading the muscles gently but firmly. "Your arms are tense, Ma," I said. "Let me help with that."

She nodded, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're too good to me, Vikram."

After some time, I asked her to move her arms, and she did, her movements fluid and easy. "Much better," she said with a sigh. "You should do this for me more often."

I smiled, pleased with myself. "Anytime, Ma."

She started to get up, thinking our session was over, but I wasn't ready to stop. I placed my hands on the back of her neck, feeling the tight knots of tension. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure, so I continued, my hands moving down to her shoulders and back.

My mother usually forgoes a bra in the summer, so her body was mostly bare under her light clothing. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, could see the goosebumps rising as I traced patterns on her back with my oilslick fingers. I asked her to lift her kurta so I could access her lower back, and she complied without hesitation.

"Your skin is so soft, Ma," I murmured, my voice low and husky. I could feel her shiver under my touch, and it sent a thrill through me.

I moved lower, my hands gliding over her hips and thighs. I could feel her breathing change, could hear the slight hitch in her breath as I moved lower still, my fingers brushing the elastic of her salwar. "Can I take this off, Ma?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes still closed, and I slowly pulled down her salwar, revealing her bare ass. She wasn't wearing any panties, and the sight of her made my cock stir in my pants. I poured more oil on her hips, my hands moving in slow, sensual circles.

I could feel her arousal, could see the glisten of her wetness as I moved lower, my fingers brushing her inner thighs. I heard her moan, a soft, desperate sound, and it spurred me on. I gathered some courage and asked her to spread her legs from the back, and she complied, her body opening to me like a flower.

I started massaging her pussy, my fingers sliding easily through her wetness. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against my hand. "That feels so good, Vikram," she gasped. "Don't stop."

I poured more oil on her pussy, my fingers slipping inside her easily. I could feel her muscles clench around me, could hear her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I moved my fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit, and she cried out, her body convulsing with her orgasm.

But I wasn't done yet. I turned her over onto her back, her legs still spread wide. I could see her pussy glistening with her juices, could see her clit throbbing with need. I leaned down and took it in my mouth, sucking and licking gently. She cried out, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me on.

I could feel my own arousal building, my cock hard and aching in my pants. I quickly shed my clothes, my eyes never leaving her body. She was so beautiful, her skin flushed with desire, her nipples hard and begging for my touch.

I straddled her, my cock pressing against her entrance. I could feel her heat, could feel her wetness coating me. I leaned down and captured her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth, her hands clutching at my hair.

I slid into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect. I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease. She met my thrusts with her own, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.

Our breaths came in ragged gasps, our bodies slick with sweat. The room was filled with the sound of our lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of our bodies joining. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, could feel her body tensing as she neared her climax.

"I'm close, Ma," I gasped, my voice hoarse with effort. "I'm so close."

She wrapped her legs around me, urging me deeper. "Come with me, Vikram," she whispered. "Let's fly together."

And we did. With a final, powerful thrust, I sent us both tumbling over the edge, our bodies convulsing with the force of our orgasms. I collapsed on top of her, my body spent, my mind blissfully empty.

We lay there for a long time, our bodies still joined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, could feel the rise and fall of her breasts as she took deep, satisfying breaths.

Eventually, I rolled off her, my arm still wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. She snuggled into me, her head on my chest, a contented smile on her lips.

"That was amazing, Vikram," she murmured. "I haven't felt that good in... well, I can't remember when."

I smiled, kissing the top of her head. "Me neither, Ma. Me neither."

We dozed off for a while, our bodies still tangled together, our minds at peace. When we woke up, it was dark outside, and the house was still quiet. We decided to take a shower together, our bodies still hungry for each other.

Under the spray of the water, I took her again, her back against the cool tiles, her legs wrapped around my waist. It was quick and desperate, our bodies slipping and sliding against each other, our breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

Afterwards, we dried each other off, our touches gentle and loving. We got dressed and made our way to the kitchen, our stomachs rumbling with hunger. We decided to cook dinner together, our movements syncopated, our touches lingering.

As we sat down to eat, I looked at my mother, really looked at her. She was so beautiful, her skin glowing, her eyes shining with happiness. I felt a surge of love and protectiveness wash over me, and I knew that I would do anything to keep that look on her face.

From that day forward, whenever my brother and his family were out of town, my mother and I would steal these moments for ourselves. We would explore each other's bodies, would bring each other to heights of pleasure we never knew existed. And through it all, our love for each other only grew stronger, deeper, more profound.

One day, my mother brought up an old friend of hers, Rekha Aunty, who was going through a rough patch in her marriage. She confided in my mother about her problems, and my mother, always the caring soul, invited her over for a visit.

Rekha Aunty was a beautiful woman, with long, wavy hair and piercing eyes. She was elegant and poised, and I could see why my mother counted her as a close friend. As we sat down for tea, Rekha Aunty turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Meera tells me you have a magical touch, Vikram," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "That you can work wonders with your hands."

I blushed, glancing at my mother, who was trying to suppress a smile. "I do my best, Aunty," I replied modestly.

Rekha Aunty leaned in, her voice low and seductive. "Would you mind showing me that magic? I could use a little pick-me-up right about now."

My mother nodded encouragingly, and I found myself leading Rekha Aunty to my bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. As I closed the door behind us, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new, exciting chapter in my life.