It had started gently. My thumbs found the arch of her right foot and pressed in slow circles, feeling the tension lt under my toes. Mom let out a low, almost embarrassed moan, but I didn’t stop.
With each movent, I looked for the points where she was tired: the heel, often forgotten; the base of the toes, where the shoe squeezes rcilessly; the instep, so delicate. Sotis I used only my fingertips, other tis my whole hand, wrapping them as if I wanted to protect her from the world.
When I finished with her right foot for a mont, I took her left foot and repeated. I massaged her left foot while letting her right foot rest on my thighs.
"umm~ honey... where did you learn to do this?"
"There are massage books in the dical academy that teach how to make movents in the muscles to circulate blood and relax tension"
I didn’t lie, these books do exist and there are even massage classes in the dical building of the Academy. At the beginning of my past life, I was always bombarded by the dogma of science. In the dical science that I study, anything outside of surgical intervention or drug treatnt is considered pseudo-science and taphysics.
But while I didn’t refer to myself as an otaku, I did suffer from the symptoms, so I researched and read books that talked about natural treatnts, such as herbal dicines, acupuncture, and massage therapy. The latter is related to the so-called energy ridians and the points of the ridians where acupuncture treatnt is emphasized.
Everything that could appear in ani, manga and novels that seed to have such high and miraculous effectiveness. I researched and read in my little free ti that I didn’t spend on watching ani, reading manga or novels, or playing video gas.
Although I learned all this knowledge in my past life, I never said it out loud. I knew perfectly well the treatnt I would be given as a doctor if I suddenly started talking about this oriental or natural dicine.
Still, I secretly used massages on so patients, especially those who were in severe pain. Sohow, they were relieved under my massages.
Science tells us that we must prove it based on experints, but there are also experints that show the so-called placebo effect and the nocebo effect. But in my past life, I never wondered if this naturopathic or oriental dicine was true or false, if it is a placebo effect or an illusion.
But while nothing can be cured with a simple massage, now it’s enough to make Mom surrender...
I lowered Mom’s left foot to my thighs, I can tell that I have already finished the massage, but Mom has not given up.
Taking Mom’s right foot again, I started a new round of massages, but this ti from the ankle up.
My right hand held her heel to keep her right foot up, my left hand t mom’s right ankle, this area is very delicate and sensitive. The skin is thin, and you can directly feel the bone.
Using my fingertips, trace small circles, as if untangling threads.
"Mmmm ~ son~"
An almost imperceptible shudder gave away that there were more sensitive areas. I gently squeezed just behind the malleolus, where tendons tighten after hours of walking, and she breathed out between her teeth.
"I know, I know feel good... Hold on a bit," I whispered, smoothing the pressure upwards, following the relief of her calf.
The musculature here was denser, loaded with daily effort. I used my knuckles to knead firmly but not roughly, from the calf to the popliteal hollow, that secret crease behind the knee, where tiredness hides like a thief.
"Ah! ~" moan escaped Mom’s lips. I smile as I see her raise her head to the sky and close her eyes.
But when I lowered my head, in the dark violet silk dress, I saw a circus tent under construction.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Mom’s lap as I worked the area in upward motions, as if pushing the tension into the heart so that it dissolved.
My thumbs slid down the sides of her knee, avoiding the kneecap, looking instead for the ligants around it. There, the pressure was minimal, only caresses that drew ovals on her skin.
She no longer spoke. Her breathing was deep. The pink on Mom’s face was more intense and her hands were clenching the sheets of her bed in a fist.
My hand going up to her knee made lean forward, so I brought the sole of her right foot to rest on the skin between my breasts. Mom’s toes moved at every touch of my hand, caressing my collarbone and neck.
Mom’s left foot wouldn’t stay still on my legs. She had crawled into my skirt, caressing the skin of my thighs with her toes and the sole of her foot.
I then lowered Mom’s right foot slowly and repositioned it on my right leg. Despite being in this position for more than fifteen minutes, my legs did not feel tired, nor did my knees or ankles hurt.
I could keep my balance by positioning my buttocks on my heels and my back straight, I think it would have been a good -Geisha- even if I said so.
My hands repeated the earlier movents, but this ti with the hands swapped positions and on mom’s left foot.
Mom’s breathing was already very agitated, and her moans between her parted lips were already coming out in greater quantity.
When I finally reached the gap behind her knee, I stroked with my fan-shaped fingers, so slight that she may not have felt it at all. But her body thanked: a last, long, deep breath. It makes believe that mom has reached an orgasm.
But when I looked at Mom’s lap, even though the tight dress seed about to tear under the pressure, I didn’t notice a lot of liquid that would wet the entire fabric of the dress.
Although there was a small stain of moisture.
Mom’s right toes were clenching into the skin of my right thigh, pinching my skin. While her left foot, now on my chest, I held and gently stroked it with my fingers.
Mom, who seed to be enduring sothing with all her might, began to relax. Then she opened her eyes and gave such a direct look that for a mont I was paralyzed. Her eyes seed to emanate purple lightning, and it looked like she was about to release a wave of scorching fire.
"Mom?... Mmmmm!"
Mom lunged forward, under her feet from and placed them on the carpet, with her hands she took the back of my head and joined her lips with mine.
Smoch* smoch* smoch*
"Mmm mmmck~*"
While Mom kissed , I placed my hands on her knees to support so I could get up.
Thanks to the mobility of my skirt, I was able to move my left foot and place the sole of my foot against the carpet. With my left foot I was able to lift my body slowly while still answering Mom’s kiss.
Mom’s dress has a style where the skirt limit is diagonal, with the right part above mid-leg and the left part reaching almost to the knee.
It is a complete dress with the design of the far east. Now mom wears a Qipao style that is tight and with a high collar. She is really very sexy in mom, who is a woman with a mature and elegant personality, but who has the appearance of a young woman in her early twenties.
Although the Qipao style is tailored to the female body shape, I didn’t find it difficult to pull the skirt up with my hands from her knees to her legs.
As it is a skirt with an asymtrical cut, on the right leg, my hand went up my mother’s skin gently and without obstacles.
But my left hand, I go under the fabric of Mom’s skirt by pulling it up. The fabric that mom’s dress is made of is very high quality, it has elasticity and softness, but my hands can only go so far.
When my hands reached the top of Mom’s thigh, I had already fully lifted myself, with my left foot supporting , I lifted my right knee and placed it on the mattress, still on the side of Mom’s left leg.
Then, at once, when I had my right knee firmly on Mom’s bed, I also raised my left leg.
My hands went to hug Mom’s waist when she let sit on her lap. All this without stopping kissing for a mont.
The skin on my legs and thighs was rubbing against the skin on Mom’s legs and thighs, and I could feel a thick, hard, hot tube under , pressing against my butt.
With my smooth waist dancing motion and with mom’s rolled up dress, her mber escaped from her prison and felt hot against .
*smoch* "Son~..."
"Mom~"
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