“Your dad has been working so hard lately,” Mom said as the delivery men came to drop off the massage table she had ordered.
I watched as they manoeuvred through the front door, the smell of new leather filling the hallway. Dad had been burning the candle at both ends for months now. Late nights in the office, early mornings, and weekends lost to the glow of his computer screen. He always said he was doing it for us, for a better future, but I missed him. We all did.
Mom smiled politely at the delivery men and signed the paperwork with a flourish. Her eyes, though, were tired. I noticed the little lines around them that only show up when you’re worried. “This will help him relax,” she said, more to herself than to me. He needs it.”
I knew she was right. Dad was a machine, grinding away without any sign of slowing down. But even machines need maintenance. Mom planned to surprise him, forcing him to take a break, even for an hour.
“Mom, there’s a hole in this table,” I said, puzzled as Mom giggled. What’s so funny?” She explained that it was a table for a special massage for men.
“It’s so he can put his privates through it so he can relax and not crush it when he’s laying down on his stomach.” She said my face blushed as I knew what she meant.
“Molly, I… I wanted to ask you something, sweetie, a way to help your dad if… oh, it doesn’t matter.” She suddenly stopped herself.
“What is it, Mom?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Mom hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of… sensual massages? The kind that… relaxes more than just the body?”
I shook my head, unsure of where she was going with this. Mom looked at me, her eyes serious. “It’s a way to help your dad… unwind. To help him relax in a way he’s never experienced before. And I think it could be good for us too.”
My mind raced with images of what she was suggesting. I had never thought about doing something like that before, but the idea of helping my dad that way… sounded weird.
“I have been neglecting your dad a bit at bedtime. I am sure you’re old enough to know what I am…” I cut her off, “Yuck, Mom, don’t put those images in my head, haha,” I giggled.
Mom smiled, a knowing twinkle in her eye. “Well, Molly, it’s a way to connect with your partner deeper. It’s not just about the physical act, but the intimacy and trust it builds.”
She took a deep breath and continued. “I want to give your dad a sensual massage, using oils and techniques to relax him completely. But I want you to help, to learn and experience it too.”
“I… I don’t know how to massage. Can you do it?” I said as it would feel weird for me.
“Oh, Molly, I will be the one massaging; I was referring you to be the one giving him the pleasure to help his, you know, built-up tension.” What did she mean? I was puzzled, and she was looking at the hole in the table.
My eyes widened with shock. I had never thought about doing something like that before, not with my father.
Mom must have seen the shock on my face because she quickly added, “You will only be using your hands, but it is our secret. You will be hidden under the massage table. He won’t know it is you, sweetie.”
“Erm, but it is incest, Mom, if I am, you know, yuck, playing with his thing.” I was shocked she was suggesting I give my dad a handjob under the table.
Mom placed a hand on my shoulder, her gaze steady. “It’s not incest, Molly. It’s a way to connect with your father on a deeper level. To show him love and care in a way that words can’t express. It’s just a physical release, nothing more. It’ll be our little secret, something just between us.”
I thought about it for a moment. The idea of touching my father like that felt so wrong, so taboo. But at the same time, I knew he needed it. He needed a release, a way to unwind and feel loved. And maybe this could be it.
“Okay, Mom,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’ll do it. For Dad.”
Later that day, Dad returned home from work looking exhausted. My heart raced as Mom got the table ready, and I got underneath. I then heard my dad’s voice.
“Hey, I’m home,” Dad said as he stepped through the front door. His tie had loosened, and his shirt was wrinkled from a long day at the office.
“Welcome home, dear,” Mom replied, her voice warm and inviting. “I have a surprise for you.”
Dad raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What kind of surprise?”
“Come and see,” Mom said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Dad followed Mom into the living room, where the massage table was set up. “What’s this?” he asked, puzzled.
“It’s a massage table,” Mom explained. “I thought you could use a little relaxation after all your hard work.”
Dad looked at the table, then at Mom. “A massage, huh? That sounds great.”
“But first, we need to get you undressed.”
Once Dad was undressed entirely, Mom guided him to lie down on the table; I then saw a limp cock appear through the hole.
“I hope Molly doesn’t walk in on us,” Dad said if only he knew.
Mom lied to him: ” She’s at Kelly’s house, but I paid for a treat, so if you feel someone pleasuring you, just relax. She’s good at her job.” I think Mom was referring to me; I took that as a sign for me to start.
I reached for his limp, soft cock and started to stroke it.
At first, it felt strange for me to touch my Dad’s cock like that. But as I continued to stroke him, I felt a sense of warmth and connection that I had never experienced before. It was as if I was helping him release all the tension and stress that had built up inside him for months.
Dad moaned softly as I increased the pressure, his cock growing harder and thicker in my hand. I could feel the veins pulsing beneath the skin, the warmth of his body radiating through the table. It was a strange yet intimate experience I knew I would never forget.
I stroked him harder, my hand moving up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. I could feel his breath catch as I reached the tip of his cock, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin there. I could hear the slick sound of my hand moving against his shaft, the wetness of his arousal making it easier to stroke him.
I remember Mom saying just a handjob, but maybe I should do more to give him pleasure. I took a deep breath and took his engorged cock in my mouth.
Dad’s cock twitched in surprise at the sudden warmth of my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of his precum on my tongue, a taste that I found strangely addictive. I began to suck on his cock, my head bobbing up and down as I took him deeper into my throat.
“Ugh fuck, that feels so good; Mmmmm,” Dad moaned as I continued to suck his cock under the table. My boyfriend said I always was good at sucking cock; now my dad would never know it’s me doing this to him.
I reach up and cup his balls, rolling them gently in my hand. I can feel their weight, their warmth against my palm. I continue to suck on his cock, my hand working his balls in rhythm with my mouth. I can hear his breathing getting heavier, his moans getting louder.
I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth, a sure sign that he’s close to cumming. I increase my pace, sucking harder, my hand working his balls faster. I want to make him cum, to give him the release he so desperately needs.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh shit,” he gasps; Mom continues to massage him as I continue to suck him harder. “Unnnghhhh FUCK,” and that was it, I sucked so hard he was about to explode.
The veins on his shaft are pulsing with the rush of blood. I brace myself, taking him deeper as he cums. His warm cum shoots to the back of my throat as he fills my mouth, and I swallow every drop, feeling his cock twitching in my mouth as he finishes. I continue to suck him gently, drawing out every last drop of cum.
Dad’s breathing slows down as I release his cock from my mouth, and I gently stroke his softening shaft.
Eventually, his cock left the hole, and I heard him getting changed. I waited for him to leave the room before I appeared from under the table.
Mom smiled at me, “Good girl, I bet he made a mess under that table when he cum; wait have you cleaned it? Where is his cum.” She then looked at me, shocked, and put her finger to the corner of my mouth and wiped it.
“Oh, you have some of it on your lips,” Mom said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I guess you didn’t just use your hands like I told you to.”