It's a Hard Life: Chapter 2
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One day at work, as I was shoveling as usual, the wall of the mine kind of collapsed a little and a bunch of big rocks tumbled towards me and one of the bigger ones landed on my shovel. So without thinking I pulled as hard as I could to free it and in the process I over-exerted my back muscles. I didn't feel any immediate pain, but bit by bit the knotted muscles started aching, and it was becoming more difficult to bend over. Good thing it was almost time to go home, and it was Friday too, so I didn't have to take off and lose some of my wages.
On my way home, I was walking with an unnatural gait, leaning towards my right side.
And this was the way mom saw me walking as I came up the steps to our house.
"What's wrong Billy? Why are you walking like that? Did something happen at the mine? Are you OK?"
"Oh it's nothing mom, I just lifted something a little too heavy, I think I pulled a muscle in my back and it's killing me. All I need is some rest and relaxation and I'm sure it'll be better."
"Oh nonsense that happened quite often to your dad and there's only one cure for that - soaking in a hot bath and a deep muscle massage to rub the knots away. I'll prepare the hot bath for you so you can soak your aching muscles."
I went to my room and took my clothes off and headed to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my mid-section. I opened the bathroom door to find my mother bent over the tub sprinkling some stuff into it. Her backside was facing me and for the first time I noticed how nice my mother's legs were. The way she was bent had lifted her skirt quite a bit, and I could see about halfway between her knees and her ass and those legs were one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen, they were creamy white and looked muscled yet so smooth. I wanted to run my hands all over them, but that was just in my dreams, after all she was my mother.
Her hand, empty of the powder that she had in it, dipped in the water and started stirring it causing mom's ass to sway in a very alluring manner. I started having weird feelings as I'd never felt before. One thing I knew for sure: was that I was aroused - my dick was standing to attention. Afraid that my mom would notice the tent in the towel that covered me, I quickly moved beside her to sit on the toilet seat, I put my elbows on my thighs to cover up the tell tale signs of my situation.
She noticed me then and straightened up taking a deep breath that pushed her braless breasts against her thin blouse, outlining them more and beginning to show a hint of her nipples, which increased my arousal and my problem.
"Honey, why are you sitting in that funny position?"
"It feels better this way on my back." Which of course was a lie, but it was better than nothing.
"Ok, I've added some mineral salts to the water that should do you good, now get in the tub and soak your tired muscles and weary bones."
"OK." And I just sat there waiting for her to get out so that I could take my towel and shorts off, but she didn't move and kept looking at me.
"Well, can you give me some privacy so that I can do that!"
"Oh, sure... but keep the door open so that I can get back in and rub your back for you."
"But I'm gonna be naked in here."
"So, I've seen it all before remember, I'm still your mother."
"Yes but that was long time ago, I'm a man now."
"I know, but you're still my son and I have the responsibility to take care of you and if I don't rub your back it won't heal, and you won't be able to go to work on Monday."
With that she turned with an interesting smirk on her face that I'd never seen before.
"What?" I asked in an irritated manner.
"Oh nothing" she said with a cute laugh "My little boy is embarrassed that his mom will see his little weewee."
"I'm not a boy anymore, and it's not a little weewee anymore." I retorted, but she was already out of the door and closing it behind her.
Quickly, I got up and hung the towel from the hook and threw my shorts in the hamper. Stepping carefully, I sat in the tub which was very hot, hotter than I liked it but I guess I needed the heat to relax the sore muscles. Five minutes later I was feeling much better. The bathroom door opened and in stepped my mother with a little radio in her hand, she tuned it to some soft music, turned to me and said, "Since you're going to be here for a while I thought you'd like to listen to some soothing music to help relax you more." And out the door she went.
At that moment I was feeling like a king, my mother's attention was very comforting.
Another five minutes and my mind started wandering, my imagination started working and being a teenager my mind of course turned to sex. However with my lack of experience of any kind, there was hardly any actual basis to my thoughts. I was mostly wondering what sex actually was. I'd learned from the miners' conversations that people had sex, that men 'fucked' women, and they did it by shoving their dick between the women's legs and...
Well that's it, that's all I knew. What does it look like between a woman's legs was the greatest mystery to me, and I wanted to know.
In the middle of my thoughts, I was startled by hearing my mother's voice right next to me, I hadn't heard her come in and I rapidly realized that I had an erection. And to make it worse I was holding it in my hand. Quickly I moved my hands to cover myself hoping that she hadn't noticed what I was doing.
"Sorry to startle you, I'm here to give you your back rub."
"It's Ok; I was just daydreaming; something I don't get to do as much these days."
"Lean forward so that I can get to your back."
She'd brought a short stool that she set on the ground next to the tub on my right side. I leaned forward thankful that doing this helped cover what was up between my legs. With a bar of soap in her hand she started soaping my back and got me lathered up quite well, the slipperiness of the soap made it easier for her to rub my back and she started doing it enthusiastically.
"Where does it hurt honey?"
"Under my right shoulder blade."
With that she focused her attention on that area and started rubbing, it felt good.
As she was doing that I noticed her smell for the first time in my life, she smelled wonderful, it was a very familiar comforting smell, but with my recent awareness of sex and what it meant, I was smelling her for the first time again, and it only helped worsen my problem.
"You have strong back muscles, much bigger than your dad, I'm afraid I can't do it well this way, I don't have much leverage and your problem needs greater pressure than I can manage in this position. We have to do this while you're lying down, that way I can press more with my weight."
"I can't lie down in the tub I'll choke."
She laughed and said, "Not in the tub dummy, on your bed."
"But I'm more relaxed here; I don't wanna come out just yet." Which was another lie, I was more concerned that she'd see my problem since it had gotten bigger while she was rubbing my back, her smell was intoxicating me in a way I've never experienced before.
"Well you'll have to. Tell you what, I'll go warm some oil, so I want you to get up and dry yourself and go to your room and I'll be right along to finish the job."
With that she stood up and stretched backwards to relieve her back muscles. All I noticed was that she was sweaty now and that her thin T-shirt clung to her breasts and was practically transparent, I could see her nipples so well that she may as well have been topless, that T-shirt did nothing to cover her. Her nipples were dark, dollar-sized circles that looked like a bull's eye to my fantasies.
I couldn't help a gasp at the view. She followed my gaze and saw her own state. So my enjoyment didn't last for long; she turned and left the bathroom.
Quickly I got up, toweled myself dry and went to my room wrapped in the wet towel. Once in my room I didn't know what to do, should I sit or lie down, I had no idea how she was going to proceed. In the end, I decided to sit facing the door, this way I would get to see her boobs again as she walked in.
My wait didn't last long, less than a minute later the door opened and I saw her push the door with her butt. She came in with her back to me, and I noticed that she had not changed her shirt. She turned around, and I saw her carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming water with a squeeze bottle in it. However, what I noticed the most was that her nipples were still clearly visible through her semi transparent shirt, my cock gave a lurch under the towel.
"What are you doing?"
"Huh?"
"Why are you sitting, lie on the bed face down."
"Oh, I didn't know how a massage was done so I waited like this."
"Ok, just lie down and I'll take care of you."
How could I disobey such an order? In a moment, I was in the middle of my bed face down and was thankful that the position afforded me cover for my embarrassing condition. As soon as I was face down, I turned my head towards mom to look at her boobs some more. She came over to the bed and climbed beside me positioning the tray at the foot of the bed away from me so that it wouldn't get knocked over by mistake, making a mess of the whole thing.
The next thing I felt was the very sensual, wet, warm feeling that only warmed up oil could give while being squirted on your back. Mom had squeezed a generous amount of hot oil right between my shoulder blades, a couple of seconds later I felt her hand covering the oiled spot and starting to spread the oil gently all over my upper back and down to the middle of it. It was the best feeling that I'd ever had in my life. At that moment it felt better than the self-inflicted orgasm that I'd experienced the night before.
The feeling only got better. The more she rubbed, the deeper I sank into the luxurious feeling of an expert's back rub.
"This feels incredible mom, you're so good at this, I've never felt better before."
"I used to do this quite a lot for your dad, it was the only thing that could sooth his aches after work. Now don't talk anymore and enjoy what I'm doing for you. It's better in silence; the chatter will only break the mood."
That was the last thing spoken during the massage. Mom just got more into rubbing; she was feeling my muscles for the knots that caused so much pain. When she found the biggest one, she tried pushing on it real hard and her hand slid off my back and she landed in the middle of my back with her boobs mashed against me. I could feel her nipples poking into my skin and almost burning holes in me.
"Sorry, I need more leverage here. I seem to be out of practice..." she said with a giggle and she straddled my ass and leant over to be able to reach the sore spot. She reached it and started working on it. Bit by bit her butt descended and she was practically sitting on me with her full weight, which wasn't much, but I could feel the heat of her crotch toasting my buns. I couldn't see, but from the feel of it, it seemed as if she had hiked up her skirt to be able to spread her thighs around me so she would be comfortable, the feel of the skin of her inner thighs against my skin right below the towel was driving my dick to new heights, or should I say new depths, for now it was trying to penetrate the mattress.
I was in heaven and hell at the same time. On the one hand the feel of my mother's hands on my back was one of the best things I've ever felt. On the other, her position on me was turning me on beyond belief and I wanted to hump the mattress to get some friction on my dick, but I was too afraid that mom would notice my movement.
My arousal came to an abrupt end a couple of minutes later when mom, frustrated with the stubbornness of the biggest lump in my back, put her elbow right on it and leaned with all her weight and started moving it in small circles. Pain shot through my back as though a knife had been poked and twisted into me. I groaned loudly, and tears welled from my eyes. My arousal and the state of my dick were forgotten in that instant.
"Sorry honey, but that's the only way to do this, the pain should go away in a minute and you'll feel much better."
I couldn't talk; I was still in agony while mom started rubbing lightly with her hands trying to sooth my pain away.
I must have dozed off because when I came to, mom was gone. I was all alone in my room. There was no trace of pain in my back and I felt much better. However, all I could remember was the feel of my mom's boobs on my back.
For the next couple of weeks, all I thought about was my mother's touch. I wanted more, but I didn't know how to go about it.
I had much time to think, working with your hands shoveling coal is not what you would call an intellectual job, and I often found my mind wandering, while my hands did the job without thinking.
I figured that since my mom had also been used to my dad's presence and since my coworkers told me that women needed men as much as men needed women, I conclude that my mom must be missing dad greatly and missing the touch of a man and the companionship of a man. I was too young to think about the consequences of actions, and soon I found myself taken by thoughts of me and mom together.
I started thinking of ways to get closer to mom and get her closer to me.
One day I decided to try something.
I went home walking funny, leaning towards my right side, just like I'd done when I hurt my back. Upon entering the house I saw a worried look on my mother's face and immediately she dropped what she'd been doing and came to me inquiring. I faked a pained look on my face and told her that today I'd sprained my back again, and I was in pain.
She seemed a bit relieved by that and told me that she would prepare a hot tub for me and that I should go and take off my clothes. This time I knew what was coming, so I took off my clothes in my room, down to my boxers and headed for the bathroom.
This time coming in, I was already erect from anticipation. I went into the bathroom, and I was greeted with a better view of my mom's behind than the first time. She was wearing a much shorter skirt than last time along with the same T-shirt. She was bent over the tub sprinkling the mineral salts in the water and her skirt had risen to just a bit below her ass cheeks. I just stood there admiring the view. My dick was throbbing now, and I could feel it lifting the front of my boxers a bit more with each beat of my heart.
Done sprinkling, she bent down to stir the water to help the minerals dissolve, I was treated to my first ever view of mom's panties. They were white. I had to hold back a strong intake of breath when they came into view. She was totally oblivious to my presence and went on stirring the water, making her ass sway from side to side. I wished that my cock was in contact with her at that moment.
Noticing she was almost done stirring I cleared my throat to let her know that I was there. She straightened up and turned to look at me and again, like last time, her T-shirt had become almost transparent from her perspiration and the steam coming up from the tub. I could feel my heart beat in my cock and my temples, I felt like I was going to explode with excitement.
Keeping with my plan, I didn't try to hide my erection from mom, I didn't flaunt it, but I didn't hide it either. I just acted normally, well on the surface anyway, as I headed for the tub. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute, or so it felt, and I could hear it in my ears. Her eyes dipped just a bit to rest on the tent in my boxers and quickly looked back to my face, with an increase in the pinkish hue on her face.
"All ready for you, just get in and soak and I'll be back in a minute to start rubbing your back."
Then she quickly passed by me and left the bathroom. I got into the tub and tried to relax in the ultra hot water; it felt good, although I was not in any real pain.
Five minutes later mom came in to start my back rub. I could see uncertainty on her face, hesitation in her step, nipple impressions through her shirt.
Just as she reached my side and could see my erection in the water, I pretended to be embarrassed and leant forward as if to hide my state and to make it easier for her to rub my back. Without a word, she started rubbing without incident for about five minutes after which she told me to prepare to go to my room so that she could finish the massage there on my bed. She then left the bathroom to give me privacy to get out of the tub.
I went to my room and lay face down on my bed waiting for her, a couple of minutes later she came in with her bowl of hot water and oil bottle looking serious.
"You know, this feels incredible, dad was a lucky man to have such a great masseuse here at home."
"He deserved every bit of it. He was a good man." She said with quiver in her voice.
"You must have had quite a lot of practice."
"Of course. Your dad needed a massage every couple of days."
"I'd love to learn how to do it."
"It's easy; all you need to know is what to look for and a lot of practice."
"Will you teach me how to do it?"
"Why? Who are you going to massage?"
"I don't know, but it's something that I would like to learn. Don't you like to get a massage?"
"Of course."
"Well, then I'll massage you to return the favor."
"Ok, I guess. I haven't had a massage in a very long time. Your dad used to give me one every couple of weeks when we were just married. He didn't do that anymore for the last few years before he died. I hope that you'll be better than he was. He was rough. He had very strong hands and although his massages were nice after, they were quite painful when he was doing it."
"Since you're going to be teaching me, you'll tell me how to do it well."
"I guess. Now be quiet so that I can begin."
With that the conversation ended, but I was pleased with the result, I'd get to massage her and touch that hot body of hers.
Her massage this time seemed a bit different. Slow, deliberate and somehow more sensual. Her hands didn't slip off my back like last time, but she still straddled my butt. The feel of her thighs around me was incredibly arousing to me. I kept drifting between total relaxation from her ministrations and utter arousal from the feel of her body touching mine.
I can only guess that she couldn't detect the supposedly knotted muscles in my back, she kept pushing deeper, inspecting each muscle especially the one between my shoulder blades.
In the end it was her skills that won. Her hands were heavenly on me; they left no stiff muscle in me, not one.
Again, I woke up alone in my bed after a really good night's sleep. Life is much better finally.
