I remember my mom’s friend Beth used to come over twice
a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give
her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but
covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and
go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of an
eleven year old seeing them partially nude. Some days I
would sit and watch as they massaged each other from
head to feet. When I was twelve, I used to watch more
I was becoming much more curious about their bodies and
every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of mom’s
nipples as she shifted positions. I remember one day
that Beth got a little careless and I saw her full black
bush as she got up to dress. She quickly covered with a
A few months after I turned thirteen, Beth left town.
Mom began complaining that she missed her massages. She
had aches and pains when she got home from work. I got
the idea that I may be able to take Beth’s place and may
even get to see my mother’s body up close.
I was surprised when I approached mom one afternoon when
she got home from work and offered to give her a
massage. She readily agreed and told me to set up the
table while she changed. A few minutes later she
returned with her robe on and two towels. She turned her
back to me and wrapped one around her waist.