Massage Session Confession
I (F32) have been a masseuse for about 8 years now. My mom (F55) and I both live in northern Virginia near DC. The past week had been pretty rough, and my mom had taken it particularly hard, feeling very stressed out.
I offered to give her a massage to help her relax for the night. She was a little apprehensive at first but agreed she needed to destress somehow. I brought my travel table and supplies to her place, we had a nice dinner together, and then we started the session.
Her neck and shoulders were crazy tight, clearly carrying her stress there. I worked down her back and legs before having her flip over. I started up on her shoulders again and then down her chest a bit before jumping down to her feet and working my way back up.
While working on her feet, the atmosphere shifted as she relaxed completely into the table. I kept the sheet over her, continuing the rhythmic motions to soothe her tension.
As the session reached its end, she seemed completely relieved of her stress. We caught eyes and shared a quiet moment before I offered to step out of the room so she could get ready when she wanted.