Incest/Taboo Reconnecting

They hadn't quite judged their time correctly and only arrived at their cabin right at the scheduled time for the massage. Mike had just grabbed his jacket and was getting ready to leave when there was a knock on their cabin door. Wendy opened the door and was greeted by an average looking blonde who was probably an inch or two shorter than her. "Hi, I'm Amy," the blonde said as she reached a hand out to Wendy.

Wendy greeted her and invited her inside the cabin. Amy carried a small leather bag with her and wore a tan pair of shorts and a white polo shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She came inside and set her bag down before asking, "So, are you two ready for your special massage session?"

"Sure," answered Wendy.

"You two have fun," Mike said as he started to head towards the door.

"Where do you think you are going?" Amy asked.

"Well, I... well," Mike stammered. He hadn't expected that the masseuse would care that he was leaving. "I just thought I would give you two some privacy."

"Don't be silly," Amy answered as she took his jacket out of his hands and tossed it across the room. "You paid good money for this massage session and I'm not going to let you walk out now because you have gotten a little shy."

"So, um, what kind of massage session is this?" Wendy asked before adding, "you see, we were sort of given this trip as a gift and the person who arranged it didn't tell us anything about scheduling this massage so we don't know many of the details."

"Well then you are in for quite a treat," Amy said happily. "This is a special couple's massage session. I will give each of you a professional massage that I promise will take every last stress and worry out of your body. However, this is also an instructive session where I teach you how to massage your partner at the same time I am giving them a massage."

Mike and Wendy looked at each other for a moment not sure of what to do. Mike considered telling Amy thanks but no but before he could say anything Amy took him by the arm and pulled him toward the bathroom. "Don't worry," she said, "lots of guys get really shy about this kind of thing. It will definitely be worth it, so there is no need to be nervous." She pushed him into the bathroom and said, "Now strip down and put on one of those robes while I talk some with your partner."

Mike stood for a moment in the bathroom not sure of what to do. Surely his mom would tell Amy to leave and not go through with this. Clearly, this massage was meant to be far more sensual and intimate than either of them had expected. He stripped down to his boxers and pulled on a robe. When he stepped back out Amy was still in the room and had started to arrange some bottles and other things on one of the bedside tables. As Mike stepped out of the bathroom Wendy took his place. When she passed by him they made eye contact briefly and Wendy gave him a quick shrug as if to say "why not?"

"Good, you are all ready," Amy said when she turned and saw Mike. "Now, I think you should get the first massage as you seem to be the most tense. Lay down on your stomach here on the bed and we'll wait for Wendy."

Mike slipped off his robe and quickly lay down on his stomach still not really believing that they were going to go through with this. He turned his head and watched as Amy turned off the one overhead light in the room. It was now dark outside so for a moment the room was pitch black. Amy then flipped on a small lamp that she had pulled out of her bag that lit the room just more so than a candle might.

After flipping the lamp on Amy turned and looked at Mike and laughed. "I thought I told you to strip," she teased, "no clothes allowed for this massage." Mike looked at her for a moment not sure of what to do. Surely he thought he shouldn't be laying naked on the bed when his mom came back into the room. Amy watched his hesitation and leaned close to his ear, "Don't worry about being shy. I am a pro at this. I'll cover you with a towel for the massage. Besides, it isn't anything that Wendy hasn't already seen or touched, right?" Amy laughed again clearly trying to relax Mike. He finally pulled off his boxers and quickly lay back down on his stomach as Amy draped a towel over his ass. By the time Wendy stepped bag into the room wrapped in her robe Amy was sitting next to Mike in the dimly lit room.

"OK Wendy," Amy instructed, "I thought we would start with Mike here since he seems to be a little tense. Sound good?" Without really waiting for a reply Amy directed Wendy to move over to the bed on the other side of Mike and started talking to her about how she doesn't use a fancy massage table or anything because she wants to just use items that most people have at home. As Amy kept talking Mike suddenly felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. The hands easily worked a small amount of oil around on his shoulders and neck. From the smooth easy way the hands moved and from Amy's talking Mike knew that it was Amy massaging him.

Amy continued her massage all over Mike's back and then moved down to his legs. The whole time she moved her hands she offered pointers to Wendy in a very soft tone about how she was touching Mike or why she was touching certain places. By the time Amy's hands had finished their initial pass over his back and legs Mike was already feeling very relaxed and content. Amy's soft touch combined with the oil she used felt very sexy and he loved her attentions.

Amy stopped her massage and Mike heard the room fill with soft instrumental music from a small radio that Amy had brought with her. Mike started to feel more at ease with the whole situation.

It wasn't until Amy spoke again that Mike's apprehensions rose again. "OK Wendy, I think it is time for you to give this a try," Amy said softly. Mike could then hear very soft talking between the two women behind him but couldn't hear what was being said. After a short while he felt the familiar hands of Amy back on his shoulders but they were joined almost immediately by a second set of hands he knew belonged to his mother.

Amy quickly guided her hands over Wendy's and demonstrated how to move and where to touch and soon Mike couldn't really distinguish between the hands on him. Mike could hear Amy giving Wendy pointers and instructions in very soft tones but he couldn't hear what was being said. Despite his initial tension Mike felt himself relaxing again as their combined hands stroked the oil over his back and softly worked his muscles.

The massage continued on his back for a long while as Amy and Wendy worked together to rub first his neck and shoulders before moving down to his lower back and his sides. Amy then pulled her hands away and let Wendy continue the massage by herself as Amy softly whispered advice into her ear. Wendy's touch wasn't nearly as smooth as Amy's had been, but by this point Mike was feeling utterly relaxed anyway. Wendy's hands again moved all over his back moving up to his neck and slowly working their way back down to the edge of the towel that covered him. Her fingers never went under the towel, but just as Amy had done and as Amy and Wendy had done together, her fingers stroked right to the edge of the towel.

The hands then left Mike's back and he thought for a moment that he was done but then he felt Amy's hands on the back of his thigh. Just as they had done on his back Amy was soon joined by Wendy. Amy placed her hands over Wendy's and guided then along as she whispered advice in her ear. The hands started on his thighs and moved down to his calves and his feet before moving back up again. The towel that Amy had placed over his ass was so short that it felt like it barely covered him and again their fingers moved right up to the very edge of the towel. Mike felt himself getting nervous as he was sure that their hands were going to slide right up onto his ass.

Amy again slipped her hands away and talked Wendy through her solo massage of Mike's legs. Wendy rubbed down his legs again and part of Mike felt more relaxed than he could ever remember despite feeling nervous about being this intimate with his mom. As her hands worked back up over the backs of his knees Amy softly instructed Mike to spread his legs a little bit. His legs had been pressed together so he loosened them some and there was now a little space between his thighs. Amy pulled the towel down just a little bit more, Mike assumed she did this to cover his balls which would probably now be visible.

Wendy slowly made her way up the backs of Mike's thighs and again let her fingers move right to the edge of the towel before stopping. Mike was now sure that this was as far as the massage would go so he was able to relax some without having to be worried about being put in an overly sexual position with her.

Up until this point the massage had only covered the backs of his thighs, but now Amy whispered something to Wendy and Mike felt his mom's hands softly and slowly move down the sides of his thighs. Wendy continued her massage with one hand on the outside of Mike's thigh and one hand rubbing his inner thigh. She again worked her way slowly down to his knee before coming back up again. Her fingers on his outer thigh stopped just short of the towel as did her inner fingers, but Mike was acutely aware that her fingertips were now only inches away from his cock.

Wendy moved to his other leg and repeated the slow massage. Mike's inner thighs had always been sensitive for him sexually, and the combination of his relaxed state and the smooth feel of the oil under her fingers working his thighs really affected him. Almost in spite of himself he could feel his cock growing hard under him. No amount of thoughts about how this was wrong and this was his mother could stop his reaction at having two attractive women giving him a slow, sensual rubdown complete with oil.

"OK Mike," Amy softly instructed, "time to roll over."

Mike looked at her in shock. His cock was practically at full size now, there was no way he could roll over without both of them seeing it. As if she could read his mind Amy said, "Don't worry Mike. Most guys get a little excited by the massage. That's how we know we are doing it right."

Wendy had watched his hesitation but it was pretty clear to Mike that she was shocked to hear Amy talk about his being excited. Mike watched as the realization washed over her that she had just given her son a hard on. They briefly made eye contact before Wendy's face flushed bright red and she looked away. As Mike looked away from her he thought that, just for a moment, he had seen her nipples poking out against her robe.

"Come on Mike," Amy teased, "don't make me flip you over." Mike took a deep breath and though to himself "what the hell?" He rationalized that there wasn't anything illegal about what was happening and that they were just two adults giving massages. If she wasn't bothered by it then why not just look at it as a change to get a great massage and not worry about who is giving it? Mike briefly summoned his courage and then rolled over onto his back as Amy repositioned the towel over his stiff cock. It was plainly obvious as it made a tent in the towel but Amy continued on as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

Amy and Wendy repeated what had happened on his back, but this time started on his chest up near his shoulders. They massaged his chest and stomach and up and down both arms. Mike's hard on had only just started to subside when Wendy, now massaging him on her own, reached his stomach after finishing with his arms and chest. Her fingers worked over and around his belly button and seemed to linger over his hips and the area between his belly button and where the towel covered him. By the time she finished with him his cock was fully hard.

As she moved down toward his legs Mike quickly glanced at Wendy to see her reaction. The whole time he had been on his back he had avoided looking at her for fear they would make eye contact. He still felt very embarrassed by his hard on at her hands. As she had done when she rubbed his chest she knelt with her back to him so he didn't have to worry about looking directly at her.

The massage continued on his legs and Amy instructed Wendy to pay very particular attention to Mike's thighs from this angle. Wendy's fingers were becoming more confident and smooth as they rubbed up and down his thighs and slipped down onto his inner and outer thighs periodically. Mike's cock was now practically throbbing from his own extreme excitement as it stood straight up off him like a flagpole. Just before she finished her massage Mike felt a jolt of energy shoot through him when one of her fingers seemed to accidentally brush against his balls as she let them slip up just slightly higher on his thighs than she had done before.

Amy complimented Wendy on being a fast learner and then added, "I would ask Mike how he enjoyed your massage but I think we already know the answer to that one." As she spoke the end of the sentence she made an obvious glance to Mike's hard cock that made both Wendy and Mike blush in embarrassment. "Mike, your robe is over there. Why don't you get up and slip that on and we can start Wendy's massage."

Mike scooted out of bed and kept his back turned to Wendy and Amy as he walked to his robe. He tied it around him and took a deep breath before turning back around toward the bed. Somehow he hadn't quite come to grips with the fact that he would be giving her a similar massage until Amy had told him to put on his robe. He felt a knot in his stomach at the thought that he might cause her to get as excited as he was. In addition to the nerves that thought caused there seemed to be something else there, was it excitement?

Wendy had already removed her robe and was lying on her stomach with only a towel barely covering her ass. Mike moved to the bed and he and Amy repeated the same sequence of events that he had just felt. He had hoped that his own hard on might lessen as he gave the massage but he quickly found that the feel of Amy's soft hands guiding his along his mother's back was very arousing. After a short while her back was coated in a thin layer of oil and his own hands moved easily across her skin after Amy pulled her hands away. Amy whispered gentle instructions to him as he continued the massage and he was further emboldened by his mother's soft moans of pleasure as he worked over her back.

The massage then moved to her legs and Amy guided his hands along her thighs right up to the edge of the towel. Mike was very aware that his fingers were very nearly on her ass. First with Amy's guidance and then on his own he massaged back down her legs before moving back up again. Just as she had done with him she asked Wendy to spread her legs and Wendy immediately responded. Amy urged Mike to caress and rub Wendy's inner thighs and Mike let his fingers slide around the sides of each of her legs just as she had done to him.

Mike really had to marvel at his mom's body as she lay beneath him now as his hands ran all over her. Yes, she had some of the wrinkles and signs of aging that one would expect on a 43 year old woman, but her skin felt remarkably firm and young to his touch. He could definitely feel the signs that she had been working out so regularly as firm muscle met his fingers in areas where one would usually expect to encounter soft "flab" on women her age.

Mike had become so engrossed in rubbing her legs and particularly her thighs that when Amy finally told Wendy to roll over he was a little surprised. He sat up and watched as she immediately rolled over onto her back without any of the hesitations he had done. Mike looked away for a moment as he didn't want to appear to be staring at her as she rolled over.

Mike looked back down at Wendy after a moment and noticed that Amy had draped the towel again over her pussy. However, Mike was completely caught off guard when he caught a short glimpse of his mom's naked tits. Amy had reached back into her bag and had pulled out another piece of cloth that she began laying over Wendy's tits, but just before she had set the new cloth down Mike's eyes had moved to her tits and he froze at the sight of them.

His look at them was brief, but from what he noticed it looked like their shape and look betrayed little of her true age. They did seem to sag slightly off to the side as she lay there, but Mike thought that they held their shape remarkably well given their size. If it had been anyone else lying there, Mike would easily have admitted that the slight sag made them appear all the more appealing and sexy to him.

Amy began massaging Wendy's shoulders from the front and giving instructions to Mike, but Mike moved his focus to looking at the new cloth that she had draped over Wendy's tits. Instead of being just a towel, Amy had placed a thin swatch of a black, lacy material across Wendy. Technically, the cloth did cover her tits, but it was thin enough that it really only covered a thin strip leaving parts of her tits exposed to Mike's view both above and below the fabric. Even though Amy continued talking to Mike and offering him pointers as she continued massaging Wendy's shoulders and arms he didn't hear a single word she said as he was lost staring at his mother's tits before him.

Mike's head raced as he fought a losing battle to pry his eyes away from them. The thin, lacy fabric seemed to cling to her large tits in a way that made them look very appealing. Mike felt another surge of excitement in his still rock hard cock when he noticed that he could now clearly see Wendy's excited nipples poking out obviously against the fabric.

"Mike, are you ready?" he heard Amy ask. From her tone it was clear that this wasn't the first time she had tried to get his attention. Mike finally muttered "yes" and tried to regain his composure but when he looked at her he saw that both Amy and Wendy were looking back at him and surely they knew what he had been doing.

Amy just gave him a soft smile and softly asked him to move up toward her. He didn't really want to make eye contact with Wendy for fear of his own embarrassment at being caught so obviously staring at her, but something still made him glace down at her. He quickly recognized the expression on her face as representing the same mix of confusion, embarrassment, and excitement that he felt. It was the excitement that truly seemed to affect Mike. Her facial features almost seemed concerned, but there was something in the gleam of her eyes that seemed to betray her own excitement.

Mike moved up next to Amy and she guided his hands all over Wendy's shoulders and arms before moving below her tits and rubbing her stomach and sides. As she guided his fingers she brought him right to the edge of Wendy's tits many times. Each time Mike felt a knot in his stomach at the thought the he and Amy might simultaneously caress his mom's tits, but each time she moved his fingers away just centimeters from the objects of his lust.

When Amy slipped her hands away Mike continued to softly massage her stomach. As his fingers moved over her oily skin he marveled at how lean she had become. Gone was the little stomach that he always remembered her having and gone were the small rolls on her sides. He let his hands run over and over her stomach and down both of her sides. As she had done to him he let his fingers move right to the very edge of the towel over her pussy. He could feel his own excitement begin to take over some of his restraint and he began to let his fingers linger ever so slightly at the edge of the towel when he knew he was close to her pussy.

Eventually he moved his hands upward over her stomach again and he began to focus on her skin just below the black lacy material over her tits. Amy continued to softly whisper advice or suggestions to him on how to rub Wendy and he eagerly went about his work. He glanced up at his mom's face and saw that her eyes were closed and her head rolled slightly to the side with a blissful expression on her face that further encouraged him in his work.

He brought his fingers right up to mere millimeters below the exposed portions of her tits just as Amy had done when she was guiding his fingers. For a while he continued like this although his gaze and his attention was focused entirely on staring lustfully at her tits as they lay nearly completely exposed to his view. Without really thinking about what he was doing he slowly let his fingers drift higher until his fingertips finally made contact with the soft, inviting flesh of her tits. He continued moving his hands as he had done before but now he let them slide up to the very bottom edge of the black fabric rather than stopping at her tits. Since the fabric really only covered her in a width just slightly larger than her nipples he was effectively caressing the lower half of her tits. A small moan escaped Wendy's lips that would surely have driven Mike to even bolder things had Amy not leaned over and whispered softly, "I can't have you go any farther than that with me in the room. It's against the rules."

Begrudgingly, Mike removed his hands and began to focus on Wendy's shoulders and arms. By now Mike's lust had more control over him than did the parts of his brain that knew what he was feeling and wanting were wrong. He massaged her shoulders and arms as if she were a lover before allowing his hands to move down her chest toward her tits once again. Her cleavage was clearly visible over the fabric and he eagerly went about massaging and exploring both it and the tops of her tits. He couldn't tell from his previous angle, but as he now softly rubbed her chest just above the fabric he could easily see both of her nipples straining against the fabric and standing out very prominently.

Amy told him that her time with them was nearly over and that he should move to Wendy's legs and finish her massage. Mike reluctantly pulled himself away from her tits and moved down to her feet. As he moved now he was less careful about concealing his hard cock as. It was very obvious as it stood out hard and straight under his robe and previously he moved with his back turned to Wendy and Amy to conceal it from their view. Now, even though he knew that Wendy almost certainly had her eyes closed, he stopped hiding his excitement from them. Some part of him wanted her to know just how excited she had made him.

Following Amy's instructions Mike started at Wendy's feet and slowly massaged her feet and toes before slowly moving up her legs. By the time he had moved up to her knees Wendy shifted her legs and spread them apart without Amy having to ask to allow Mike more room to continue his massage. He confined his massage to the bottom halves of her thighs at first wanting to draw out the final act for him which would be his caressing her inner thighs and coming within inches of her pussy. As he worked on the bottom halves of her thighs he eagerly let his fingers slide around and down the sides of them and spent much time massaging her inner thighs just over her knees. He hoped that if she was anywhere near as excited as he was that the thought that he would do the same to her sensitive inner thighs just below her pussy would drive her crazy with anticipation.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and he finally let his fingers slide higher on the tops of her thigh until his fingers made contact with the towel covering her. As he moved his fingers he finally let himself glance between her spread legs. When she first moved her legs apart his first lustful thought was to gaze between her legs and see if he could see her pussy. Somehow he had wrestled that thought for long enough that the part of his brain that still knew that this was his mother could take over and stop him.

However, as his fingers moved so near to her pussy that he could barely control himself from reaching under her towel he allowed himself to look between her legs. Much to his disappointment he couldn't see anything. Despite the fact that the towel wasn't offering any coverage to her pussy the room was dark enough and the light was coming at such an angle that all he could see was blackness.

He concentrated his massage on the tops of her thighs moving back and forth between her legs and letting his fingers roam to the very edge of the towel over and over again. Finally, he allowed his hands to slide down the sides of her thighs so his one hand was now caressing her inner thigh in a place normally reserved for lovers.

Wendy was the first to let out a soft moan as his fingers finally slipped to the insides of her thighs and he began to softly and tenderly massage and caress her. Then it was Mike's turn to moan as his fingers came into contact with what was unmistakably her pussy juices seeping out of her excited pussy. He had finally let his fingers move as far up her thighs as he dared and there they found her thighs already soaked with her warm and wet juices. The very idea of what was under his fingers made Mike's head spin and he ignored the outsides of her thighs and moved both of his hands between her legs and began caressing and massaging the inner thighs of both of her legs at the same time. He slowly massaged the area covered with her juices and then drug his fingers downwards smearing her own juices all along the insides of her thighs.

Mike continued his sensual massage and frankly had become so engrossed in the experience that he had forgotten that Amy was even still in the room until he heard the soft ringing of a bell from inside her bag. The noise startled him some and he pulled his hands away from Wendy and sat back on his knees to look over at Amy.

"Sorry you two," Amy said softly, "my time is up. But I have to say that you two both are very eager students and it sure doesn't look like you'll be needing me from this point." She very quickly and efficiently collected her things and was at the door before Mike knew it. Clearly she is used to making quick exits at the end of her sessions to let the couples finish, Mike thought to himself. "Take care you two," Amy said as she reached for the handle on their cabin door, "you really do make a sexy couple."

With that she was gone and Mike and Wendy were left alone in their now dark cabin. His eyes had adjusted enough to the dark that he could still see despite the lack of any lights being turned on. He looked back down at Wendy and was surprised by the position he found them in. He had been so engrossed in massaging her legs that he hadn't even been aware of moving, but as he looked at her now he saw that Wendy lay flat on her back covered only with the towel and the black fabric that Amy had left behind. Her legs were spread wide apart and Mike was sitting on his knees between her legs even with her knees. He stared down at her for a moment and the thought raced through his head that he if simply leaned forward right now his mouth would come down right on her excited pussy.

It was almost as if Amy leaving had somehow broken a spell that had been cast over Mike and Wendy. Mike stared down at her with his mind racing about all the lurid things he wanted to do to and with her but he sat frozen in place as Wendy looked back up into his face. After what felt like several minutes of them just staring silently at each other in this position Wendy finally half whispered and half spoke, "I should go take a shower." Mike leaned back and she rolled off the bed holding the two fabric pieces over her pussy and tits as she walked into the bathroom. She didn't bother covering her ass and Mike stared at it as she quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Just like that Mike found himself alone in the room with a throbbing erection. He heard the water start in the shower and his mind reeled with what to do. Part of him said he should go into the bathroom and join her in the shower. After all, he reasoned with himself, she clearly had been as excited as him. Would she even be able to say no if he did suddenly appear, naked and erect, in the bathroom with her? The only thing that stopped him was the nagging fear that maybe she would say no to his advance. The idea of the embarrassment he would feel if he tried to fuck his mother and she said no was too great a chance to risk.

Not knowing what else to do he lay flat on his back on the bed and gripped his cock in his hand. He let his mind play out what he hoped would happen if he joined her in the shower and began stroking his cock. He was so excited already and the very idea of him fucking her seemed so hot and taboo that it only took a few strokes for him to start cumming wildly all over himself. He kept stroking for a while after he finished what had been a truly massive eruption of cum. He quickly grabbed one of his tee shirts and wiped the cum off himself slowly and deliberately enjoying the immediate memories of what had just happened this night in this room. Right after he finished he heard the water in the shower stop and he tossed his robe back on so he would look more or less like he did when she left.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel and walked over to her suitcase where she pulled out her pajamas. Mike watched her while trying not to make it too obvious that he was watching as she slipped the pajama bottoms on under the towel. He had hoped to catch a glimpse of her tits as she dropped her towel but instead she turned and said, "You might want to take a shower and get the oil off."

Without saying a word Mike stood up and went into the bathroom. He took the longest shower that he could probably ever remember taking and ended up jerking off one more time to the memories of his fingers running through her pussy juices. In his mind he had let his fingers move a few inches higher until he was fucking her soaking wet pussy with first two and then three of his fingers. He imagined that she came wildly on his fingers and the thought of that was enough to cause himself to cum. He slowly stroked his cock under the shower and watched as the droplets of cum were swept down the drain with the water.

He slipped on his robe again after he towel off and quickly noticed that there was a huge wet spot of his pre-cum that had seeped out during the massage. He dropped the robe to the floor and peaked out into the main part of the cabin. The lights were off and she appeared to be asleep so he opened the door and walked naked over to where he had tossed his own pajamas. He watched her as he walked across the room and got dressed and had to admit that a small part of him wanted her to wake up and see him naked, but she remained still the whole time.

Finally, he slipped under the covers with her and lay flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. His mind was racing with all the conflicting emotions and feelings he felt about what had happened. He tried closing his eyes but it felt like he couldn't shut off his mind and, frankly, he was still so excited by the whole thing that he knew it was going to be a long time before he fell asleep. It was perhaps about 20 minutes after he got in bed that she shifted her position and pressed her ass against his hip and thigh. He briefly thought about rolling towards her and resuming the spoon position that they had started the day in, but he resisted the urge and instead went back to staring at the ceiling the trying to relax. He wasn't sure when he finally fell asleep, but it was a long while after he originally got in bed.​