“You’re not planning on spending your 18th birthday in bed, are you?” my mom asked as she plopped down on the edge of my bed. I rubbed my eyes with only one hand, because I didn’t want her to see the sticky fingers on the other. To be honest, I would have loved to have spent my 18th birthday in bed…if only I had somebody to spend it with. But I didn’t have a boyfriend and had to settle on fingering my cunny, dreaming about how cool it would be to have a guy pop my cherry.

“Happy birthday, honey,” Mom said, holding out an envelope. I slowly worked my hand out of my panties, drying my fingers on my jammies. Busy being excited, Mom didn’t notice. Inside the envelope was a brochure from Mom’s health spa. Mom had circled their Queen For A Day package; reflexology, manicure, pedicure and an hour-long full-body massage.

“Are you serious?” I asked.
“You bet I am,” Mom smiled.

“That’s why I get one every other month. And now that you’re 18, we’re going to go together. You and me, kiddo. Queens for a day!”

In 20 minutes we were on our way. Mom loved the spa. Every time she came home she was glowing. She’d started going after she and my dad divorced, and it really picked her up whenever she was feeling down.

I kept rereading about the full body massage. An hour of somebody rubbing you all over. How cool was that? I wondered who I’d get. Did they assign somebody to you, or did you get to pick? Thinking about a guy rubbing me all over got my pussy tingling again. I hadn’t had time to make myself cum and was still horny. Thinking about some strange dude’s hands touching me all over…

Did you have to be naked for a full body massage? Would some strange guy see me without any clothes on– not even my undies? What if I got a girl? Would a lady masseuse really rub me all over? Like on my nipples or my pussy? Could they do that? Were they allowed? I sure hoped so!

A pretty woman with a really nice figure met us in the waiting area. Since we had appointments, the woman handed Mom keys and pointed. Mom knew the drill. I followed her into a changing room and froze. Three or four women were talking and stripping off their clothes. All of them had a key and a locker and nothing more than a fluffy, white robe. I had to get naked in front of my Mom? I panicked.

A few months ago I’d gone with my cousin Rebecca and we’d gotten little double-heart tattoos. Of course, I hadn’t told my mom. I figured she’d never see it. It was just to the right of my cunny, above my fuzzy patch. The only people I ever thought would see it would be me and–hopefully someday

soon–the first guy I had sex with. Now, I was stuck here and my mom was already pulling off her jeans, standing there in her bra and undies. My eyes must have bugged out–Mom was wearing a thong!

“Here,” Mom said, tossing me a robe. “Just take off your clothes and put them in your cubby.” Then she peeled off her panties. I don’t know why I was surprised to see Mom wearing a thong. She was in her 40s, but had a really terrific body. Mom had big boobs, and I barely had any. Mom had a curvy butt, while mine was small and flat, without any hips to go with it. Stripping in front of Mom made me feel uncomfortable, but at least the other women didn’t seem to be paying any attention. I hoped Mom wouldn’t have a cow when she saw my tat. When she turned around and grabbed her robe, though, we both just stared at each other.

Mom was looking me over. I knew it. I knew she was gonna see my hearts and flip out! I waited, nervous. I hoped she wouldn’t yell in front of everybody. But all she did was look at me, like she dug what she was seeing. Kinda checking me out the way I’d checked her out. And then I nearly flipped! Not only did Mom wear thong panties, she had a tattoo, too, in almost the same place! Two little butterflies, practically on top of her slit. Mom’s pussy was totally shaved! All that was there was her pussy, nothing but that and her little orange butterflies.

“You like them?” she asked. “I got them with your Aunt Rose a few months back. Let me guess. You and Becca got yours together, too, right?” I nodded, putting my hands down and moving my fuzz to the side a little so she could see the red hearts.“Those are so cute!” Mom proclaimed.“Maybe I should have gotten hearts. I think guys like the butterflies better though.” Guys liked the butterflies? Mom was blowing my mind! Thinking about her and her sexy thong panties, and guys seeing her butterflies, made my cummy all juicy again. My Mom was getting laid a lot, and I couldn’t even have a boyfriend!

We put on our robes and headed into the reflexology room, where Mom ordered us frozen mango-apple-cherry smoothies. Two women led us to chairs and we leaned back, our feet propped up. The woman who worked on my feet had to know how hot she was getting me. She just had to! She massaged my feet, top to bottom, then started using her thumbs on the soles, making my legs tremble. She ran her fingertips over the tops of them, and I got goose bumpy when she poured warm oil on them and prepared me for my pedicure. I was so turned on and breathing so heavily that I gulped down my smoothie, resulting in a tiny ice cream head rush that made my body even more sensitive and tingly.

Another pair of women came around and started to clean our faces. I looked over at Mom, who almost seemed to be sleeping. How could she be so cool when I was about to cum?

My whole body was tight. I just knew that a juicy wet spot was forming in my robe. My pussy was so hot it felt like it was on fire and became watery and slippery. If any of the women had so much as brushed against me, I would start to moan and wriggle around in the chair the way I did in my bed on nights my Mom wasn’t home–especially the nights I snuck into her room and borrowed her big, veiny vibrator. I felt guilty about using my Mom’s toy, but I didn’t have one of my own, and that thing made me cum until the sheets were drenched!

When the woman removing Mom’s face mask started rubbing on skin cream, Mom sighed and it sounded just like a little cum-moan. I couldn’t tell, but I was pretty sure that Mom had just cum when the female facials specialist removed the dry, tight stuff with moisturizer. I wanted to cum so bad that I thought about pressing my legs together, but was afraid everybody would know I was masturbating without my hands.

We finished and I stood in front of the full-length mirror with my robe open. My hair was tied back, my face looked great, my freckles hardly showed and my hands and feet were perfect. I looked pretty hot! If the boys at school could see me now, I bet they would be shifting their crotches to tempt me with how big their dicks were. There were a couple of those guys who I would let do it, too.

Mom looked orgasmic. Her face was flushed, and her nipples were all dark and swollen and sticking out. I knew Mom had gotten off. She was so lucky!

“I’m going to get waxed. You want to come?” she asked, and for a second I thought she meant cum-cum.

I said, “Uh, yeah, sure,” and followed her into the waxing salon. There were two recliners, and Mom hopped into one of them. She knew the salon women by name, and told them she’d have “the usual.”

One of the women used an applicator to drizzle steamy wax around the edges of Mom’s pussy lips. I watched her press the applicator down all around Mom’s pink slit. Hopping into the chair, I nodded to the other woman, who was holding up a tin of hot wax.

The woman opened my robe, and at this point I didn’t care if she saw that I was all wet and sticky there. I had seen that Mom was pretty wet down there when she had gotten into her chair, so if it was cool for her, it was cool for me. For the first time, I felt really open about having a wet pussy, like it was almost expected and kept secret.

The woman buzzed my fuzzy patch down to stubble with an electric razor, then brushed away the light brown ringlets of pussy hair. All I had left were little wisps of fuzz, and I could see my hearts standing out perfectly. I could also see girl juice making my lips slick and glimmery, and felt it dripping down into my butt crack, making me squirm. I leaned my head back, and the woman began to rub hot wax around my honey hole. When the first droplets touched my skin, I gasped.

“Too hot?”“Un-unh,” I whispered. “It feels totally awesome!”

“I know, doesn’t it, sweetie?” said Mom. I started shaking when the woman spread the wax around so that it covered me evenly. The wax was cooling, but it still left this warm, tingly ring around my slit. The women each set timers, and then waited. So did I. Now I was really breathing heavily, and so was Mom.

Her timer went “ding” first, and I tilted my head so I could see. I’d heard that waxing hurt, but right now my pussy hole felt so good I didn’t care. The woman working on Mom pulled away the wax strips and Mom twitched and let out a low groan. She pressed her legs together, but it didn’t look like she was in pain. I could see that the wax had left Mom’s pussy lips red, but Mom was absolutely dripping. A second later, my bell dinged, too.

I closed my eyes, waiting for my turn. The woman warned me, then tore the strips away. Little explosions went off around my clitty, and I pressed my legs together, too. I could feel little pinpricks where the hair was pulled out, but then a rush of cool air where the wax had been on totally bare skin. I gulped and let out my own groan. I held my legs together, my girl goo flooding out like this uncontrollable accident. I grabbed the arms of the chair, gritting my teeth, hoping to look like it hurt, but really I was cumming, and cumming hard!

“You want a cold sponge?” I took it and pressed it between my legs. Mom was sitting up, using her own sponge. Her eyes were closed, and she just pressed the sponge right into her crotch, breathing slow. I was pretty sure she was doing what I was doing–pressing it so hard into my clitty that I was getting off!

After a few minutes, we tossed our sponges to the side and got up. Before we walked out, I could see that I had left a big, wet puddle in my recliner. It all felt so great! Me and my mom had both gotten off while ditching all of our pussy hair. In gym class on Monday, my best friend Jenny Brewer was never gonna believe it!

Mom and I were led into another room. In the middle were two white tables, each with a hole where your head went. Mom hopped on one and I hopped on the other.

Mom said to me, “I requested Jason and Marcus. They’re both sweeties and Marcus is really good-looking.” I giggled and blushed. Just then the door opened and two guys walked in, wearing baggy shorts and polo shirts with the spa logo. Mom hadn’t been kidding– both guys were hunky with large, tan biceps and muscular legs.“What’s so funny?” the blond one
asked. He was looking at me, hands on his hips. He had short hair and a muscular, firm body. I put my hand over my mouth and couldn’t keep from giggling more.

“Girl secrets, I bet,” the dark-haired guy said. “How’s it going, Helen?”

“Really good, Marcus,” Mom said, winking at me over his shoulder.

“You ladies here for the works, eh?” he asked. “Good for you.”

“First time, little lady?” the other guy–Jason, I guessed–asked. I nodded. For a minute, I had forgotten about my cunny, but now it was all I could think about. Under my robe I was, like, totally naked, and this cute guy was going to rub me for an hour…all over!

“You gals ready?” Marcus asked, holding up a bottle of lavender oil.

“Ooooh, am I!” exclaimed Mom. She pulled off her robe and rolled onto her tummy, putting her face into the hole. Marcus popped the cap and squirted oil onto Mom’s back. She sighed. Then he poured a little into his palms and began rubbing, starting at her shoulders. He rubbed the puddle of oil into her back, spreading his hands out wider and wider. When he got to her butt, he oiled up again and started groping Mom’s ass with his big hands. Mom’s faceless body seemed to melt in soothing relaxation.

“Ready, little lady?” Jason asked, holding up a different bottle. Orange blossom something or other, I read between his thick fingers.

“Uh, I guess,” I said, hearing my voice crack. I quickly pulled off the robe and tossed it, rolling onto my belly like Mom. I wondered if Jason had wanted to get Mom instead. I bet he would have had more fun rubbing Mom’s hot ass and big boobs. I didn’t have a lot to rub.

The door opened, and I gasped. Who’d come in while we were laying there, all naked and stuff? I heard the woman’s voice who we’d met when we came in. “Seven’s free, Marcus,” she said. I looked up. Mom was getting off her table.

“Have fun, babe,” Mom said. “I’ll be in the next room.” She smiled, and gave my shoulder a squeeze as Marcus led her out, chattering with her about trying Botox.

Before he closed the door, Marcus asked Jason, ”You going fishing this afternoon, bro?”

“We’ll see,” Jason shrugged. Marcus and Mom left.

“You just relax and enjoy,” said Jason, now in total privacy. Warm oil squirted onto my back and I tensed. Jason chuckled and started massaging the oil into my back, my shoulders, my neck. I did relax, and felt like I was floating. I thought about how electric shocks had shot through me when I saw Marcus palming my mom’s ass, and when Jason’s slippery hands found my tiny butt cheeks I nearly jumped off the table.

“Easy now,” he laughed, continuing to rub my cheeks in slow, widening circles. His thumbs were practically against my butt-hole, they were pressed so deep into my ass crack. I was taking air in little breaths. I could feel myself tightening up again–I wanted him to touch me back there. I thought about what it would feel like to have him pull my cheeks apart and finger me, to slick me up with oil and stick his finger up my butt. Had Mom ever let Marcus finger her butt…or anything else?

“That’s it,” Jason said, urging me to loosen up and get into it. I was trying, but I thought if I did, I was gonna scream. Him touching me like that and making me tighten was gonna make me cum real soon. I tried to think about something to talk about while he rubbed all the way down the backs of my legs and the bottoms of my feet.

I felt like an idiot, finally blurting out, “You’re going fishing?” We weren’t anywhere near water. Where could he go fishing?

Jason’s strong hands adjusted my calves, spreading them apart a little. Where he was standing, he could see my wet, freshly waxed pussy! Had he moved them on purpose to get a peek at my pink spot?

“Maybe,” he said. “Not sure…yet.” He worked his way up until his fingers ran through my hair and scratched the back of my head with his fingernails. Man, I started to picture how hard he might be getting. I bet he had those throbbing veins in his cock like my mom’s toy. My knees pressed into the table, and he scratched a little more intensely, running his hands around to the sides of my head, behind my ears. I felt a pool of girl grease between the padded table and my bald slit like leftover water from a swimming pool and I couldn’t control myself. I pressed my button into the table, wiggling my hips, humping it. Oh, man, I was gonna cum if Jason kept this up!

“Wh–what kind of fish?” I asked, breathing heavily. Jason stopped scratching and put his hands under my shoulders. I thought for a second he was going to reach down and grab my boobs, but he just pressed his thumbs into my neck muscles, and I moaned.

“ P e a c h fish,” he said, gently helping me turn over. Now I was on my back, and my nipples were hard and sticking up like they did when I used Mom’s toy on high. Jason hadn’t poured a drop on my front, but I was already sweaty and flushed and it looked like he’d used a whole bottle of oil on my pussy. Did Jason think I had small tits? My clit was sticking out between my pouty lips almost as erect and obvious as my nips. I closed my eyes, and a second later, warm oil sprayed on my tiny titties. I could feel it rolling down into my belly button, running down the sides of my chest, going around each of my erect nips.

“Never, uh, never heard of it,” I said. And then it happened. His hands went right over my boobies and I squeaked and pressed my legs together. I clenched my hands into fists and held them tight against my sides, feeling myself starting to cum. Oh, man, it was good. Jason rubbed circles on my chest like he had on my back, and used his thumbs to tweak my nipples. I was sure he was playing with my boobs, but I wouldn’t have said anything to make him stop in a million years. Having him feeling me up was the best thing I’d ever experienced.

“Peach fish,” he said softly. “You know, smells like a fish, tastes like a peach?” I didn’t know, though. I’d never heard of a peach fish. “Sound good to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, wondering how he could in this place. Then his hands started rubbing my belly, moving lower. And lower. When he reached my waist, his hands could have reached all the way around, and I imagined riding his cock as he positioned me. Wow! I braced myself, grabbing the edges of the massage table. His palms touched the outside of my puffy pussy lips, and I squealed. When his thumbs tweaked me again, it sent shivers, but I wanted to buck back.

“Ooohhhh,” I said, puckering my lips. Jason kept rubbing, his thumbs working over my cunny and making me tremble. “Oh, oh, I’m gonna…” I heard myself saying. Then his hands slipped down to my legs, and he spread them wide. His big paws ran up my thighs until his thumbs were against my pussy-hole and the tips pressed into me. Now I couldn’t help it. I moaned out loud.

“You’re gonna make me–” I started to say, wanting this time to tell him what he was gonna make me do. But he said something instead.

“Peach fish,” I heard. “Smells like a fish, tastes like a…” Then his tongue slid in between my pussy lips and he was licking me! Licking my bald cunny and suckling on my clitty, making me thrash around on the massage table.

“Peach,” he finished, clamping his mouth down on my box and sucking the juice out of me. His tongue traced my hole, then he pulled my lips apart and his tongue went up inside me. I bucked against his mouth.

“I’m cumming!” I whined. “Oh, you’re making me cum! Don’t stop!”

Jason kept licking and sucking my cunny, gobbling up my lube as it poured out. When he pulled his mouth away, I had cum three times and could hardly catch my breath.

“Know how to catch the peach fish?” Jason asked. I was still shaking from my last orgasm. I shook my head no, trying to get control of myself.

“Special pole,” he said. I opened my eyes. Jason’s shorts and shirt were on the floor. I ran my eyes down to his cock, which was standing straight up and pointing at me. His dick was huge! Even bigger than Mom’s vibrator.

Jason pulled my legs and my body scooted down the table. My legs opened up without me thinking about it, the soles of my bare, oily feet sliding over his hips. He held my legs straight up in the air, and his big dick poked through between them. He kissed the backs of my calves, nestled his dick in the crease between my lips, rubbing against my slick, bald mound.

“I’ve never done it before,” I whispered.“I’m still a virgin, but–”

“But what?” Jason asked, rubbing his cock against me a little bit faster. The tip kept rubbing over my clit, making me shudder.

“But I don’t wanna be,” I managed. His face lit up. He pulled back, far enough so that when he moved close again, the head of his cock thrust against my oozing opening. Jason pressed my legs together, and gently pushed. First a little, then a little more. Bit by bit, I felt my pussyhole opening up for him, the way it did around Mom’s vibrator. Then, suddenly, his whole head worked its way inside me and I yelped. It was so big and fat!

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. I want it. I want it so bad, Jason, you don’t know…” More of his hard cock disappeared into me, and then he nudged my cherry. He poked at it with that big thing of his, bouncing off of it over and over again while his hands clamped my legs together and I felt on the verge of cumming again. I thought I heard something, something a lot like the noise I had just made, and thought about what Mom and Marcus might be up to.

Jason rocked and rocked, his abs crunching from the force, and then, finally, he got all of his cock up inside me and I felt my cherry pop. Jason was fucking me–really fucking me–and I wasn’t a virgin any more. And, oh, God, it felt so good, and I didn’t ever want it to stop and I was cumming and cumming again and again! I threw my legs around his waist, pushing the heels of my tiny feet against his back to make him push harder. My fingernails dug into his sides. Every stroke of his cock felt so good. Jason was giving me a full-body massage all right, inside and out!

Eventually, Jason got overheated, too, and he stopped kissing me on the lips and took his hand and brought my neck to his mouth. He was panting and keeping pace and probably giving me tiny hickeys as he thrusted. Then he sank in as deep as his dick would go, my pussy taking it all in and holding it like a cubby, surprising me, and whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna blow my load all over you.”

I was making this hot guy cum, and that made me hot. I wanted him to jizz all over my formerly virginized body. He pulled out quick, his dick sopping wet with girl juice. His took a step back from the end of the table and went to my side, his big hand working his cock. His penis jumped, and ropes of hot jizz erupted onto me as he stared intently at my body and my penetrated yum-yum, its lips swollen in sensitivity.

I had never seen a guy cum, and I couldn’t do anything but watch his spermies squirt out all over my stomach. He looked down at me and I figured now was my chance. I leaned over and reached out and grabbed his shaft, swirling around the drop of cum leaking from his monster head. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and it was still hard.

When I pulled my finger off his head, a long string of juicy stuff was sticking to it, and I stared in amazement and directed my finger carefully to my mouth, stuck it in and licked it all off. He had huge purple balls as he slipped into his work clothes and seemed to be getting aroused by my new curiosity as he took a towel and cleaned me off, just in time. The door opened, and Mom poked her head in.

“You guys done? You’re not trying to weasel another hour out of her, are you, Jason?” she teased.

“If she wants another hour, it’s on the house,” Jason shot back. Mom laughed heartily.

“Maybe next time. So, what do you say, kiddo. Ready?” I nodded and tied my robe.

As we walked out, I whispered,“Maybe you can take me out fishing next week if you know of a lake near my house.” He gave me a thumbs-up. On the way out, Mom stopped to confirm an appointment for the following month. For two. She looked warm all over, like a total babe. Then I noticed that the hallway was mirrored.

Mom wasn’t the only one glowing. Now I knew why!