Women's World: I am the man with the most OP auxiliary class-Chapter 66: The Massage Becomes Hot (r-15)

It had started gently. My thumbs found the arch of her right foot and pressed in slow circles, feeling the tension melt under my toes. Mom let out a low, almost embarrassed moan, but I didn’t stop.

With each movement, I looked for the points where she was tired: the heel, often forgotten; the base of the toes, where the shoe squeezes mercilessly; the instep, so delicate. Sometimes I used only my fingertips, other times my whole hand, wrapping them as if I wanted to protect her from the world.

When I finished with her right foot for a moment, 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 medical academy that teach how to make movements 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 medical building of the Academy. At the beginning of my past life, I was always bombarded by the dogma of science. In the medical science that I study, anything outside of surgical intervention or drug treatment is considered pseudo-science and metaphysics.

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 treatments, such as herbal medicines, acupuncture, and massage therapy. The latter is related to the so-called energy meridians and the points of the meridians where acupuncture treatment is emphasized.

Everything that could appear in anime, manga and novels that seemed to have such high and miraculous effectiveness. I researched and read in my little free time that I didn’t spend on watching anime, reading manga or novels, or playing video games.

Although I learned all this knowledge in my past life, I never said it out loud. I knew perfectly well the treatment I would be given as a doctor if I suddenly started talking about this oriental or natural medicine.

Still, I secretly used massages on some patients, especially those who were in severe pain. Somehow, they were relieved under my massages.

Science tells us that we must prove it based on experiments, but there are also experiments that show the so-called placebo effect and the nocebo effect. But in my past life, I never wondered if this naturopathic or oriental medicine 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 time from the ankle up.

My right hand held her heel to keep her right foot up, my left hand met 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 me 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. freewebnσvel.cѳm

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 ligaments 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 me 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 movements, but this time 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 me believe that mom has reached an orgasm.

But when I looked at Mom’s lap, even though the tight dress seemed 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 seemed to be enduring something with all her might, began to relax. Then she opened her eyes and gave me such a direct look that for a moment I was paralyzed. Her eyes seemed 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 me 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 me, I placed my hands on her knees to support me 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 asymmetrical 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 me, 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 me sit on her lap. All this without stopping kissing for a moment.

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 me, pressing against my butt.

With my smooth waist dancing motion and with mom’s rolled up dress, her member escaped from her prison and felt hot against me.

*smoch* "Son~..."

"Mom~"

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