Massage Therapist Intern Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Massage Therapist Intern Pt. 01

introduction: I have republished this story under a new title to indicate that it is part of a series. A loving mom helps her son land a job with her shapely Massage Therapist. He must practice his new found skills on his mother at the end of each day.

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I had just finished high school and my 19th birthday had come and gone. I was full of doubts and trepidation of what my future might hold. My mother and I were on our own (dad left us before I started high school) and we had decided that I would postpone my postsecondary education for the time being. It would give me the time to decide which direction I wanted to go and to get a job that would give me some skills and to make enough money to keep the inevitable student loan I would need to a minimum.

I could have taken any of the myriad jobs that were available -- landscaping, gas jockey, fast-food server -- but I didn't want to suffer in the heat or end the day smelling of gas fumes or grease. Mom was on the lookout to help me find work too and was excited to let me know that she had found the perfect job! She had just spoken with a neighbor of ours who was looking to hire a summer student. Katie was her Massage Therapist and she needed an "intern" to help out around the house while she ran her massage clinic out of her basement studio.

I had known Katie for several years now as mom was a regular client of hers. They were both single and often hung ...

... out together around their respective patios and her pool. Katie had watched me grow up and I had done some occasional joe jobs for her in the past. Mom convinced her to meet with me before hiring anyone else. An "interview" was arranged to follow Katie's last appointment that afternoon - a couple of hours away.

I was caught flat-footed. I didn't know what to expect or how to prepare. Mom offered to help and coach me for my "interview". She sent me upstairs for a shower and followed me into the bedroom to pick out an outfit for me. She used it as on excuse to watch me shower, something she hadn't done since I was 12. I hadn't been naked in my mother's presence since then and I was uncomfortable as she watched me dry myself off. She insisted in helping me get dressed and demanded that I go commando. I didn't even know what the term meant. She was all too familiar with her hands as she dressed me in white shorts, a tight V-neck t-shirt along with sport socks and shoes. I was confused by this turn on my mother's part -- why was she insisting on her son's nudity in her presence?

She shared details of Katie's story with me as she watched me get dressed. I could see that she was vested in me getting this job and she wanted me to understand what the job would entail. Apparently, Katie had worked in a private massage clinic for years and had built up a loyal clientele. She was a licensed MT and had always been booked. A skilled artisan, she had a muscular and chiseled physique and ...