If your mom says no, respect that and only ask again after a few days. Most mom’s eventually cave and admit they’d like one.
As your relationship develops over time with your massage sessions she’ll become more comfortable. (She may already be comfortable enough to begin with depending on the nature of how your current relationship with her is, so that’s for you to judge)
But that doesn’t mean you should touch her sexually or assume that she would be okay with you doing things without asking. Read the signals and the situation right and be extremely patient. Things like this take time. If she would like you to do more, trustme,you’llknow.
Many sons end up massaging their inner thighs and lower back when things start to progress. Be patient. Most of the time you’ll start off with massaging her feet or shoulders. Maybe even her back. I know this from personal experience. If things go further she may even let you rest your weight on her ass with your cock or sit on her lower back area while you’re massaging her (Most people already sit over the person’s back when massaging anyways, since the person being massaged is laying down on their stomach most of the time)
Take your time and show her how much you care about her. Know your limits and try your best (when you’re massaging her) to not let your inner desires tempt you into doing something that could blow your only chance and possibly ruin your relationship with her. You only have one shot. Remember, this isn’t an ordinary girl that we’re taking about. So don’t fuck your life up over a horny mistake.
It was a split second decision. I hadn’t meant to flash my brother… it just popped out… but I saw him look as I stuffed it back in. I noticed the look on his face and the bulge in his shorts as he got up.
He was going to the bathhouse to jerk off. To me. I felt a rush of excitement as I realized what I’d done to him.
Instantly I was on my feet following him. I wanted to watch. Or maybe help. I see couples going in there all the time, and nobody here knew I was his sister.
“Don’t lie to me, little brother. I know you look” She was whispering, our bodies millimeters apart. Her breath was warm, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her lips. She noticed me looking, slowly licked her upper lip, and then hissed a sharp giggle from between her teeth. “I bet you’re horny now.” She now held herself in my shadow, looking up, biting her lower lip. Her blue eyes trembled. I felt her voice rising now, warming my neck, snaking around my throat. “I bet you want me, your big sister,” She hooked her index finger just inside the elastic band of swim trunks, “To get on my knees, right her on this dock, and push that thick throbbing cock into my mouth. And let you, my little brother, use my throat like your personal Fleshlight.” She giggled. “I bet you’d cum, just hearing me moan “little brother” while I slobber on your fat dick.“
I clenched a fistful of her hair, pulled her head back, lowered my lips to her neck, and lips grazing her throat, “And I bet my sluttly sister would love swallowing ever ounce of her little brothers baby batter.”
