[MF] My Mom’s Friend Was A Massage Therapist (PART TWO)

[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/axbnzq/mf_all_stories_have_a_happy_ending_my_moms_friend/)

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After getting a nice release (and life advice) from Christine, I truly did change my life. It was like her stroking my dick made me hungry for success. Or maybe not even success. Just hungry for something more than I was getting. I put together a 6-month plan. I would work my ass off, save my money, and then move to the West Coast to chase my dreams.

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And I did it…kinda. The 6-month plan turned into 10 months, but you can’t win ’em all. I was just happy that I finally did something with my life. I was motivated like never before, and as silly as it fucking sounds, it was all because of Christine. My mom wanted to have a going away dinner for me a few weeks before I was scheduled to leave, so I knew I would have the chance to thank Christine then. In the past nine months, I had only talked to her a handful of times because I was busy working most of the time.

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My mom gave a speech at the dinner, which was a little embarrassing, but thankfully not many people were there. I didn’t have a lot of friends and our family is pretty small. I only have two other siblings. She talked about how happy she was that I was going to live out my dreams, but also about how much she’d miss me, lol. It was sweet. She started to ramble toward the end, so my brother jumped in to help her out by closing things out with a joke that went something like, “Oh, don’t cry mom. You know he’ll be back in less than a month.” JOKES ON YOU, PUUUNK! I’m still gone.

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Anyway, after dinner I pulled Christine to the side to tell her how she changed my life for the better. I told her how grateful I was that she didn’t just tell me what I wanted to hear.

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“I don’t think we would be having this party without you,” I said.

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“Yeah, you would have. Maybe not this soon, but you would have done it with or without me.”

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“Well, I just wanted to thank you again.”

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“When are you leaving?”

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“Not next Thursday, but the one after that.”

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“Okay, well, stop by my house sometime before you go. I have something I want to give you,” she smiled, gave me a hug and walked away to mingle with the other guests.

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Great. Once again, all I could think about was sex. Did she want to give me another handjob? Or was that a one time thing? Maybe she wanted to give me something completely innocent, like, an AAA membership for when I hit the road. Or maybe a travel mug? A mixtape? Do people still make those? I don’t know. My mind was racing, and I thought about going to her house the next day because I’m impatient when it comes to surprises, but I decided to hold out…

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…for a week. I showed up at her house one week after the dinner party. She seemed surprised to see me, “Are you leaving earlier now?” she asked me as she welcomed me inside.

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“No! I just had some free time, so I thought now was the perfect time,” I replied. She told me to sit down on the couch while she finished replying to reviews from her customers online. I played around on my phone while I waited for her to emerge from her office. It didn’t take her long, maybe 15-20 minutes. She took a seat next to me on the couch and we started talking about the long drive I had ahead, where I was staying when I got there, my plans to get on my feet in a new city, etc.

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“Well, I don’t know how much you have saved or anything, but I know there will be expenses you haven’t thought of. It always works out that way, so I wanted to give you this…” she handed me a check (yes, a check) for $500, “…it’s not a lot, but every little bit will help.”

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“Are you kidding? That’s TOO much. I can’t take this.”

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“No, we’re not doing this,” she laughed. “Take it. That’s final.” I took out my wallet from the back pocket of my sweatpants and slid the check inside.

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“Well, thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

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“So how’s your back feeling?” she asked, changing the subject. Christine was never good with goodbyes or anything too emotional.

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“It’s been much better ever since, well, you know,” I replied.

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She smiled, “Yes, I know. I’m good at my job.”

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“My chest has been hurting lately, though. I’ve been doing bodyweight exercises lately and the pushups are killing me.”

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“Take off your shirt and lean back. I’ll work on you real quick before my next client arrives.”

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I took off my shirt in record time and leaned back against the arm of the couch. Christine grabbed some lotion from another room and came back to the couch. She thought for a moment about where she should stand or sit while she did this. She decided to stand behind me, so that her tits (which once again were not covered by a bra) were just swinging above my face. She placed her hands against my chest and rubbed gently. My muscles were pretty sore, so even the slightest touch was painful.

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But as she continued to work her magic, the pain turned into pleasure. She truly was a master with her hands. After working solely on my chest for 5-10 minutes, she began to let her hands slide down to my belly button, and then back up. She repeated this motion a few times, rubbing her hands all over my chest and stomach. She had to lean forward a bit in order to run her hands against my stomach, which caused her tits to brush against my face. Christine was wearing a white tank-top, and I could see her nipples were getting harder with every touch. And her nipples weren’t the only things getting hard.

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I hadn’t realized it because my eyes were closed during the first part of the massage, but there was a clear outline in my sweatpants of my erection. I wasn’t wearing underwear, which made it even more apparent. Christine continued to massage all over my chest and stomach. What started as a standard massage turned into something far more sensual.

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She let her hands slide down even more…her fingertips briefly disappearing underneath the waistband of my sweats. Her fingernails scraped against my happy trail as she moved her hands back up. As she moved her hands down again, I opened my mouth and pressed it against her nipple, which was still covered by her tank-top. I sucked on her nipple through the material. She held her position and ran her hands over the outline of my cock. She grabbed it firmly through my pants.

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When she came back up to my chest, I started to pull my pants down, but she stopped me. “We can’t. The clothes have to stay on or we’ll cross a line,” she said. In my head I was thinking, “The line was crossed months ago!!!!!” but this wasn’t the time to argue over little details. Christine walked around the couch and climbed in between my legs. She rubbed her hands across the outline of my cock. She was fixated on it. It was like she had just started the keto diet and someone was waving a stack of pancakes in her face.

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She did her best to stroke my cock through the material of my sweatpants, and since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, the feeling was pretty intense. She pressed against my hardness, holding it down and then watching it as it bounced back up. She then held it down against my leg and rubbed it gently, causing the head of my cock to rub softly against my own thigh. The feeling was incredible. She was basically getting me off with my own leg. After a few minutes of this, Christine wrapped the material of my pants tight around my cock to reveal a clear outline of the head, she then leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around it.

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“Holy shit,” I moaned out of shock. I had never received a clothed blowjob before, so I didn’t know how erotic it could be. She sucked on my pants (I guess you would say? lol) and rubbed the shaft with her hand. When she released her mouth, a nice wet spot covered my pants. The light grey material of my sweatpants had darkened. She smiled at me and then pressed her mouth against it again, this time she ran her tongue up and down the entire length. I placed my hand on the back of her head, “Fuck…keep doing that,” I told her. I could feel the orgasm coming. She had pinned my cock against my thigh with her mouth. One side of my dick was feeling the hotness from her mouth, and the other side was getting nice friction from my thigh. It was the perfect combination.

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I wasn’t able to warn her that I was cumming this time. It just started shooting out inside my pants. She pressed her lips tightly against the head, sticking her tongue out and pressing it firmly against the material. There was A LOT of cum, so a little bit was seeping through the material. I could see a little bit of stickiness on the outside of my pants. Her lips made contact with it. She started to suck the cum out of my pants. I nearly came again just from that image alone.

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“Let me repay you,” I told her as I pulled myself up into a sitting position. I placed my hands on her leggings.

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“I don’t think it’s a good idea…” she trailed off. I ran my hands up to her tits and squeezed them through her tank-top.

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“Your clothes will stay on,” I assured her. She let out a low moan as my hands moved down between her legs, and then she leaned back against the couch. I slid down between her legs and planted soft kisses between her legs. I could feel the warmth from her pussy against my face. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it as hard as I could against her leggings. My hands worked their way up to her tank-top and squeezed her nipples through the thin material. She moaned, louder this time.

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I kissed, licked, and even bit on the material of her leggings for what had to be 10 minutes or so. Everything was wet down there. I couldn’t tell if it was all from my mouth or if her wetness was leaking through the material. I could tell she was getting close, but I could also tell this might not be enough for her, so I pulled down her leggings to reveal her panties. She didn’t try to stop me. Her panties were soaked. I placed my warm mouth against the outline of her sweet lips and sucked gently. She pressed her smooth thighs against the sides of my face, “FUCK!” she cried out.

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And then as I felt her orgasm coming, I pulled down her panties just enough to reveal her clit. I made direct contact with it and sucked on it, “OH, GOD…OH….OH” she moaned, her body jerking up violently when my mouth made contact with her clit. She came hard. It was almost as if she was possessed. Her body was jerking all over the place. I made sure to hold my mouth over her clit as she worked through the multiple stages of her orgasm.

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After coming down, she looked at me and gave me a little glare, “Hey…they never came off,” I said with a smile. She let out a breathless laugh, “That’s true,” she said.

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