This choice: Couple's Massage (RESERVED) • Go Back...Chapter #5Mother and Son rub down. by: Kentwolf   Ellen’s face lit up as she excitedly tapped her finger against the paper.
“Ooh, ooh, a couples massage sounds nice. Especially after the drive here. Both of us can get our muscles nice and relaxed. Great way to start the vacation, no?” She suggested, giving you a smile while waiting to see if you were on board. You had after all just told her that the choice was hers, but a massage sounded nice. It would be good to have someone actually soothe your muscles for once rather than simply splatter them.
“Sounds like a great first activity M..Ellen, lets do that. Start as we mean to continue!” Your replied with an eager tone that you tried to put more enthusiasm into. Your Mom smiled and scooped you up into her hand, kissing the top of your head lovingly.
“This will be a wonderful trip, thank you for stepping in sweetheart. You’re the best!” With that she grabbed a robe and headed out the door with you in hand, heading down the hallway towards the massage rooms with a excited skip to her step. You glanced around, seeing staff smile at your mother as you both passed, though they didn’t seem to acknowledge you at all, which made you frown, getting concerned about this place.
“Ah, here we are, Paul.” Your mother said with a wink as she stood before a doorway to the massage parlour. You could smell the soothing scents and fragrant oils they used from here, despite yourself, you decided to try to relax and stop worrying. You flashed your mother a happy smile and she walked you both inside. There she greeted a few staff workers who smiled and asked her what options she wanted. You glanced around, seeing the multiple rooms leading off from this main one. Not really paying attention to the conversation, as the options were down to your mother, you were shocked when one of the staff plucked you out of Ellen’s grasp.
“We will take the little one and work his body while you get relaxed in your room.” She said kindly, looking at your mother the entire time. She gestured to one of the rooms and your Mom smiled at you, before walking off and into the room. You glanced up at the staff member who was holding you.
“So I’m getting a massage fir..” You began to ask, before the woman calmly and casually pressed her hands together, flattening you out. She resumed her conversation with her co-workers as she began to rub and smear your body between her hands. You tried to protest but your mouth was flattened and smeared away in seconds. You felt her stretching you out more and more, until your body took on a rectangular flat shape, like a hand towel. In the centre of your body, the heart tattoo remained visible and un-smeared, but other than that you now resembled a featureless tan cloth.
Finally glancing down at you, she smiled and said her goodbyes to her friends, walking into the room she had gestured for your mother to enter. Through your blurry eyes you saw your mother was already face down on the table, looking eager but relaxed as the woman entered.
“Alright, Nice and comfortable Miss? Everything is ready for your massage now.” She walked with you over towards a bench with some bowls of oils and dunked her hands, and you into them. You felt your body becoming slick with the oils as they soaked into your flattened form, before being lifted free of the hot oils, dripping off the excess. You realised with horror that the couples massage clearly meant they would use the tiny partner to help massage the wife, which meant you were about to get very intimate with your mother’s body. You tried to squirm in the woman’s grip, but she ignored you and calmly was talking to your mother as she pressed her hands and your form against Ellen’s back.
“So tense, you must have a lot of stress to work off,” She casually said as she rubbed and pressed you into your mothers shoulders and back, leaving a gleaming oil behind to soak into your mothers flesh. In response, all Ellen did was moan at how nice it felt already.
“Don’t worry, this couple’s massage will ensure every muscle is soft as butter by the end of it. You won’t have a single worry in the world.” She promised as she continued to work you against your mothers body.
You felt your face smeared against her back, pushed and worked into every inch of her muscles. You felt her shudder with pleasure at how her muscles were being worked. You could do nothing, as any movement you did manage were totally unnoticed by your mother and completely ignored by the staff as she worked you hard into the flesh. It wasn’t long before the constant rubbing and pressure robbed you of even the smallest of twitching, leaving you completely at this woman’s seemingly lack of mercy.
As she began to work lower, you mentally cringed. You knew how intense this massage would be, but there was nothing you could do, for all intents and purposes you were nothing but a sentient little oiled up cloth to be rubbed over a woman’s body right now. Problem was, that woman was your mother.
Sure enough, soon you found yourself pressed into the small of her back, her sides and then to her hips. The entire time, the woman was calmly chatting to your mother, as if she wasn’t using a person as a cloth during this entire thing. It made you wonder exactly how they would be treating you during any more sessions during the trip.
Your thoughts were cut off however, when she moved to your mother’s butt cheeks and began massaging you into the flesh you unfortunately knew all too well. You were smeared and rubbed and pressed against every inch of them, being slid between her cheeks as well as the masseuse worked to get every inch of Ellen relaxed and soothed.
Thankfully she moved on to the legs, but those eventually led to your mother’s feet, which were not enjoyable to be rubbed against. You drank in every bit of dirt and fluff on your mothers feet, feeling the smell soak into you amongst the oils before she finally stopped. You breathed a sigh of relief, before you heard her ask your mother to roll over. You mentally whimpered, realising you still had the entire front side of your mother to go. This was far from over.
Sure enough, you were dunked once more into the warm oils and let out to drip the excess all over again, before she began working her way back up your mother’s body. Ellen was enjoying every moment, though she had wondered if you were enjoying your massage in another room, those thoughts had long since fled as all she felt was relaxed. You were worked up her legs, around her groin and then up her stomach to her chest. Rubbed over every inch of her breasts before being pushed into her armpits and up and down her arms. By the end of it, Ellen was glistening with oils and you felt more exhausted than you had in your entire life.
Glad it was over, you waited for the woman to pass you back to your mother, but instead she simply folded you in half and put you on the bench by the bowls of oil. Movement had long since been stolen from you, so you simply lay there, unable to see with your body folded up over your eyes, but you listened to your mother and the masseuse chat about how she felt and did she enjoy the massage.
“Oh it was wonderful. I feel so relaxed I could go collapse in bed and sleep for a day” Ellen said with a chuckle. It was true, her entire body felt so wonderful, not a single knot of muscle anywhere. Not to mention the oils left her feeling soft and supple.
“Well if you want to go rest, we can sort out everything else. We are here to give you a wonderful experience” The woman replied with a smile. You froze in fear, hearing the sounds of your mother slipping on her fluffy robe and thanking the woman, before heading out. You felt she had forgotten you, but of course she had no idea you were in the room with her. Surely you would be collected in a moment when she asked where you were and came back in to collect you. You hoped that was true, as these staff members didn’t seem in any rush to ensure you had a relaxing time or came back to your normal shape. You had a mental image of being used all day, rubbed on countless women and then thrown in the wash with all the spa’s tinex clothes.
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