Massaging Mother

Maya and her husband, Raj, were involved in a minor car accident. Fortunately, neither was seriously injured. Raj walked away unscathed, but Maya complained of neck and back pain. Concerned, Raj took her to their family doctor, who prescribed painkillers and recommended professional massages to ease her discomfort.

Maya was surprised she had managed to deceive the doctor. In truth, she wasn’t hurt at all. She had fabricated the pain to gain more attention from Raj. After 18 years of marriage, the spark between them had faded. Raj was increasingly consumed by his work, and their intimacy had become as rare as rain in a desert. Maya longed for the days when she was the center of his world, when their love life was as vibrant as a summer storm. Now, she felt lucky if they made love once a month—far from enough to satisfy her growing desires.

At 38, Maya took great care of her appearance. She could easily pass for a woman in her late twenties. Raj, however, was nearly a decade older, and while her desires were intensifying, his seemed to be dwindling.

Her friend, Priya, only fueled Maya’s frustrations. Priya, who lived abroad, was visiting her family. She was bold, modern, and unapologetically open about her views on relationships and sexuality. During one of their conversations, Priya encouraged Maya to explore her desires.

“You’re still young and beautiful,” Priya said with a sly smile. “Don’t let life pass you by. Find someone who can make you feel alive again. Trust me, it’s worth it.”

Maya laughed nervously at Priya’s blunt advice, but the idea lingered in her mind. She wasn’t sure if she had the courage to act on it, but the thought of finding someone who could reignite her passion was tempting.

Before Priya left, she gifted Maya a few items—a discreet vibrator and some risqué magazines. Maya had never seen such explicit content before. The images sparked her imagination, and she began fantasizing about experiences she had never dared to explore. The vibrator became her secret companion, helping her navigate her growing desires.

“Where are we going to find a professional masseur?” Raj asked as they left the doctor’s office.

“Don’t worry, I’ll manage,” Maya replied, though her tone hinted at disappointment.

“No, I’ll take care of it,” Raj assured her. “If I can’t find someone, I’ll give you the massage myself.”

Maya’s heart fluttered at the thought. Perhaps this would finally give her the attention she craved.

That evening, Raj returned home with a young man named Arjun, who introduced himself as a professional masseur. Arjun was polite and handsome, greeting Maya with a respectful “Namaste.”

Suddenly, Maya felt a wave of unease. The idea of a stranger touching her was unsettling. Despite her fantasies, she was still a conservative woman at heart. She pulled Raj aside.

“I can’t let a stranger touch me,” she whispered urgently. “Either you do it, or I’ll go without.”

Raj reluctantly agreed to massage her himself. Though he loved Maya, his demanding work schedule left little time for her. He hoped things would improve once his business stabilized.

Maya lay face down on the bed, her heart racing as Raj began to massage her neck and shoulders. She felt a familiar warmth building within her, but just as she began to relax, Raj’s phone rang. And it didn’t stop ringing. Frustrated, Maya abruptly ended the session and retreated to the shower, her hopes dashed.

The next day, Raj tried again, this time turning off his phone. Maya was pleased, but their moment was interrupted once more—this time by their 20-year-old son, Rohan.

“Dad, there’s an urgent call for you,” Rohan said.

“Rohan, can you massage your mother while I take this?” Raj asked.

Maya protested, but Raj insisted. Reluctantly, she agreed, though she felt uneasy about the situation.

As Rohan began to massage her, Maya noticed the difference in his touch. Unlike Raj, Rohan’s hands were firm and deliberate. His movements sent unexpected shivers through her body, and she quickly pulled a blanket over herself, trying to suppress her rising emotions.

Over the next few days, Raj was called out of town, leaving Rohan to continue the massages. Maya found herself torn between her desires and her morals. She knew she was treading dangerous ground, but the temptation was overwhelming.

One evening, after a particularly intense massage, Maya made a decision. She would confront her feelings and take control of the situation. But as she prepared to talk to Rohan, she realized the gravity of what she was about to do.

“This has to stop,” she told herself firmly. “No matter how strong my desires are, I can’t cross this line.”

When Rohan returned home that night, Maya sat him down and explained that the massages were no longer necessary. She thanked him for his help but made it clear that their relationship had to remain strictly maternal.

Rohan, though disappointed, respected her decision. Maya felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had come dangerously close to making a mistake, but in the end, her morals had prevailed.