1. The Mentor


    Date: 1/1/2018, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: SoHuggable, Source: LushStories

    “Here’s where the injury is,” I said to Brian. My son William Jr. had earned a full athletic scholarship at a local college. He had always loved football, watching it all day on Sunday with his father. As a boy, he played and excelled at it. He grew up tall and muscular like his father and was the captain of his high school team. College football was much more competitive, with the possibility of going professional always beckoning. The practices were rigorous and the scholarship required good grades. He was often too exhausted for fun and fatigued to the point of crankiness. The one good thing, other than no tuition bills, was that he often came home with football player friends. One of these friends was on my massage table now. Brian had injured his sacroiliac during a game and was under the medical supervision of a sports doctor. I am a licensed massage therapist and my son had volunteered my services to augment the treatment. “Yes, Mrs. Clark, right there,” Brian agreed, wincing slightly. I was lightly pressing the area just above and to the left of his butt with my index finger. “Our coach is trying to coerce the doctor into giving me steroid injections but I’m leery of the long term effects of those. I told him I’d try more conservative treatments like ibuprofen, stretching, and massage therapy before resorting to injections. But if I stay out until next season I risk losing my scholarship. I hope you can help me.” “I’ll certainly try,” I replied. And with pleasure, I ...
    thought. Brian was a total hunk. At eighteen-years-old, he was the epitome of male virility. He stood well over six feet and had a narrow waist that spread to a powerful chest and broad shoulders. His biceps and triceps were well formed and his forearms were wiry. A full head of luxuriant hair framed his handsome face. As gorgeous as he was, he was well mannered, respectful, and shy to a fault. He was clad in a tank top and gym shorts. “Remove your shirt, Brian. Then lie on your stomach, face in the face pad.” He did as I instructed. I stood at his head and began to massage either side of his spine. His deltoid and trapezius muscles wriggled under my fingers. I worked lower. “I need to press this hard to move the connective tissue to the sacrum joint and ilium bone. Does this hurt?” “It’s a good pain, Mrs. Clark. It feels like you’re releasing tension in my back.” “That’s the general idea,” I replied, my thumbs in his sacroiliac joint. I prolonged the deep massage as long as I could, all the while enjoying the feel of his young, muscular torso. “You keep yourself in good shape. You must spend a lot of time in the gymnasium,” I commented, my hands probing his lateral muscles. “The gym, the football field, and the track. I use weights in the gym and then run a few miles on the track to keep my wind up. We do lots of sprints at practice, too.” “William Jr. tells me how rigorous those practices are. I’ve seen how he aches afterwards,” I explained. “Then he has to study to keep up ...
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