My Friends Asian Massage Parlor Mom
The moment I stepped out of my car, I knew that I was in for an amazing experience. As I walked towards the entrance of my friend’s Asian massage parlor, I could already smell the strong scent of incense, mixed with the aroma of traditional herbs and spices.
My friend had told me all about this place, but I still wasn’t sure what to expect. After entering the building, I was immediately greeted by one of the Asian massage professionals, who took me on a guided tour of the facility. The massage parlor was dimly lit, with flickering candles and comfortable furniture.
Once I was settled in, my friend motioned for me to enter one of the private rooms. As I stepped inside, I was instantly taken aback by the sight of a stunning woman who, I presumed, was my friend’s massage parlor mom. She was wearing a skimpy red robe that barely contained her ample curves and emphasized her tight ass. There was a look of amusement and mischief in her eyes, and I knew that I was in for something special.
Before I could even think to utter a word, my masseuse had taken me by the hand and led me to the massage table. There, she had told me to take a deep breath and relax while she prepared the room. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited apprehensively for her to return.
When my masseuse came back, she had brought with her a selection of oils and lotions. I watched in awe as she expertly and sensually rubbed the oils over my entire body, working her magic to soothe my aching muscles and knotted nerves. As the massage proceeded, I felt more and more relaxed and began to forget about my problems.
Once the massage was finished, I felt truly invigorated, and was ready for the next step. My masseuse then asked me to turn onto my back, and I cuddled up next to her on the massage table.
The feeling of her delicate fingers exploring my body was truly erotic. She started by massaging my neck, then ran her hands down along my chest and abs, before kneading and caressing my thighs. Each stroke was more sensual than the last, and I felt my body starting to quiver with pleasure.
My masseuse then shifted my body slightly and moved lower to softly caress my inner thighs. This caused me to gasp in pleasure as her hands moved closer and closer to my package. When her skilled fingers eventually touched my throbbing cock, I almost came right then and there.
My masseuse smiled knowingly and continued to massage my package and testicles while I writhed in pleasure. Suddenly, I was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, and I groaned in frustration.
My masseuse rose up and proceeded to walk over to the door. As she opened it, I saw standing in the doorway my friend’s Asian massage parlor mom. She flashed me a mischievous smile before entering the room.
Then, without saying a word, my masseuse stepped aside and allowed my friend’s mom to assume command of the massage. She wasted no time in getting me into her preferred positions, pushing me into poses that allowed her to pleasure me in ways that I could have never previously imagined.
At one point, she even used her mouth to pleasure me and sucked diligently on my cock until I was ready to explode. I gasped and let out an involuntary moan as waves of hot pleasure washed over me.
When the session was finished, I lay there in a state of bliss, feeling completely spent. As I thanked my masseuse and friend’s Asian massage parlor mom, I could imagine that this would not be the last time I visited such a place.
On my way out, I thought to myself how lucky I was to have experienced such a sensual massage, and how happy I was that my friend had introduced me to his massage parlor mom.
