Incestuous Harem’s Passion 7: Taboo Temptations
Naughty temptations afflict hot moms while Clint’s desire to make incest and bigamy legal continues to grow.
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Seven: Taboo Temptations
Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!
September 13th, 2021 – Cruzita Gutiérrez
I lifted my head to see the Hispanic girl coming out of the cloth curtain that cut off the waiting room from the back hallway. She wore a lilac, silk robe about her petite figure. She wore her dark-brown hair short, framing her face. She couldn’t be more than eighteen, and wore a bright smile on her face.
“That’s me,” I said in Spanish. “You’re my masseuse.”
“Yes, I am,” she answered back in the same language. Then she switched to English to say, “She’s all checked in, Lee?”
“Yep,” the receptionist said. She appeared to be kneeling on her chair, leaning over and wiggling her hips like a little girl. She was young, too, her face elfin and cheeks rosy. Her computer had a faint, humming sound coming from it. “She’s ready to go. Give her a good time, Juana.”
“Always.” Juana turned to me and switched back to Spanish to say, “Come on back, pretty lady.”
She held back the curtain for me as I stood. My friend, Olivia Wright, had recommended this massage parlor. She said the Lady Touch Massage Parlor had done wonders for her and her eighteen-year-old daughter. It was the best stress relief in town.
I was desperate for it.
“So, first time, huh?” Juana said, this naughty gleam in her eyes.
“First time,” I agreed.
“Getting a massage, or just coming to my establishment?”
“Both.” I swallowed. “Your establishment.”
“This was all my idea. My sister and I, along with a few friends, put it together.” She opened a door to a room and motioned me to enter. “Come on, pretty lady, I’ll take care of you. Mmm, you’re going to love having your massage cherry broken.”
Her eyes flicked over my form and this strange sensation rippled through my body. It was like she was staring at me the way a man did a woman. I blushed at the thought. Was she a lesbian? I didn’t have a lot of experience with lesbians. Or maybe I was just reading too much into an innocent glance.
Olivia had recommended the place.
The room was lit by scented candles. They burned happily along the counters on both sides of the room, dancing warm light everywhere. The soothing scent of cinnamon filled my nose. I shuddered at that scent. In the center of the room lay a massage bed, a sturdy structure with a padded bed that held an oval cutout at one end that looked perfect for a bed. On one counter lay a back massager, plugged into an outlet.
“Well, pretty woman, let’s get you naked,” said Juana. Her hands boldly darted to the suit jacket I wore over my blouse and pencil skirt.
“Naked?” I gasped as she drew off my charcoal blazer.
Juana gave me this strange look. “Did you think you’d be clothed?” She hung my blazer from a coat rack to the right of the door. “How am I supposed to massage you, pretty lady, if your clothes are in the way?”
“I guess so, but…” I looked around as she came back to me and untucked my blouse from my skirt. Her fingers worked the buttons. “Shouldn’t I strip myself.”
“Oh, it’s just the pampering we offer here,” she said, her fingers undoing button after button. A tension squeezed about my heart. This nervous squirm writhed through my stomach. “Relax, pretty woman, we’re both ladies. It’s no different from the locker room.” She paused. “Unless you think I’m going to molest you.”
“Molest?” I gave a nervous laugh. “No, no. My friend said this place is amazing.”
Juana winked at me as she finished unbuttoning my blouse. She opened it, revealing my round breasts held in a bra. I was still in great shape despite being in my forties. My figure slender. My work had a small gym next door, and I used it on my breaks.
“You look like you’re a woman in need of pampering,” she said. “Your job?”v
“Yeah,” I said, “but…” I stared down at my wedding ring glinting on my left hand. I twisted it.
“Ah, hubby driving you wild?”
“Not for much longer.” I drew in a deep breath. It hurt. “Divorce should be final in a few months. California makes you go through a waiting process before they’ll finalize it. You know, a last chance to see if you can reconcile.”
“But you don’t want to?”
“He doesn’t like the hours I work. I’m never home, he claims. So he started fucking the girl next door. She’s barely older than our daughter. Eighteen, so she’s barely legal.” Anger flared through me. “And it’s hard on Laurita. She doesn’t want it to happen, and I can’t tell her that her father is a peckerhead piece of shit, now can I?”
“Then you need this,” Juana said with absolute sincerity. She slid her fingers along the waistband of my pencil skirt and found where it zipped up on the side. It fit my body. “Only thing better than one of our massages is getting fucked hard by a hottie on a one night stand.”
“I have no idea how to do that,” I muttered. “I married my high school sweetheart.”
“Sorry it didn’t work out,” she said. “But I’ll make you forget all about him.” She knelt down before me and tugged off my skirt. I shuddered at her kneeling there. It was such a… submissive act. She stared up at me with this bright gleam in her dark eyes. Her hands worked my skirt down my thighs, her fingers brushing my skin. We had nearly the same shade of brown.
I stepped out of my skirt and trembled. There was something different about this girl. The way she acted. She was young, but she moved around me with such confidence. She had a strange, commanding presence. Like she was used to getting her way. Not spoiled. It was something else.
My skirt folded, she returned to me and stood a few inches in front of me. She smiled as she reached behind me. I shivered at how intimate it suddenly became. Her fingers followed my bra’s band around to the clasp. Her small breasts were only inches from touching mine as she unhooked it. She fumbled for a moment, her weight shifted.
By accident, our breasts, separated by our clothing, pushed together. My nipples burst with a tingling sensation that rippled across my skin. An electric current that ended up at my pussy. My cheeks warmed at the awakened heat.
“There we are, pretty lady,” she said and leaned back, pulling away my bra straps. She slipped the cups off my breasts, exposing my round tits. They weren’t as firm as they used to be. But they still had their shape, my nipples thick and dark brown.
My cheeks warmed with embarrassment. I hoped she didn’t notice. Or, at least, didn’t comment.
She added my bra to the pile. I shivered and went to go the bed, fighting the urge to cover my breasts. A locker room. Just like at the gym. Stripping naked wasn’t a big deal there. We were all women.
Only the locker room wasn’t lit by scented candles and I was stripping myself here.
“Hold up, pretty lady,” she said, grabbing my wrist. “You still have your panties and shoes on. You need to be naked.”
“My panties, too?” I gasped as she slipped to her knees before me again. That submissive-seeming act, but she stared up at me with authority. This was her massage parlor. Like a judge in a courtroom, she ruled here.
“And shoes,” she purred, grabbing my right foot and lifting it. I shuddered at how intimate it was for her to slowly pull off my three-inch pumps, her hand caressing my foot in the process. I shivered, the heat growing between my thighs.
“Cute feet,” she said as she drew off the other shoe, her finger following down my sole, stroking the bottom of my foot. This strange tingle raced through me. I shivered, my breasts rising and falling with my breathing.
What was this place? If Olivia hadn’t told me this was the stress relief I needed…
“And now the panties,” she said, her hands sliding up my thighs, just a light graze. Her touch electrified my skin. I swallowed. It was her job to touch me. I just had to relax. Nothing strange or unusual about a masseuse touching her client.
She slid her hands over my cream-hued panties, touching the satin. “These are so cute, pretty lady.”
“Thanks,” I said. Juana hooked them and then tugged them down.
She worked off the cloth while my cheeks burned. Kneeling, her head was at the same level as my pussy. She exposed my black bush. The panties slid over my plump butt-cheeks. Then they were down my thighs. The way she stared at me, I had this strange idea that she wanted to feast on me.
The nervous writhe in my stomach increased. I wanted to flee. I wasn’t into women. I didn’t want her to do that to me. I squeezed my eyes shut. Of course, she wouldn’t do that. This place couldn’t do that. My friend didn’t send me to some strange bordello masquerading as a massage parlor.
A woman’s only massage parlor.
“There you are,” she said as she tugged my panties down my thighs. Her knuckles caressed my skin, generating heat that rippled through me. My pussy drank it in. I hoped she didn’t notice anything. Over the cinnamon, I caught a faint, familiar scent.
Cheeks flaming, I stepped out of my panties. She rose and carefully folded them before adding them to the pile of clothing. I moved to the bed even as I considered fleeing from here. I sat down on it, squirming. I was too nervous. This wasn’t relaxing me. It was just stressing me out. I was on my lunch break. I didn’t want to waste it.
“Lay down on your belly,” she said, picking up the back massager. Its white end was as thick as a soda bottle and ended in a round column. Like a wand. She turned it on and it buzzed, the end fuzzing along the edges. “Put your head in the cutout. It’s to support you and let you feel comfortable.”
“Okay,” I said and obeyed.
As I moved into position, she also grabbed a dark-amber bottle. She brought it over to the bed and hummed, almost drowned out by the vibrator. I stretched out on my back, glad to hide my breasts. I shifted into position and placed my head in the cutout.
“You’re going to love this, pretty lady,” purred Juana. Her voice had a sensual cadence to it.
I gasped as she drizzled the oil across my back. She spread it in a long, sinuous line. I shuddered at her touch. Then her hand spread it across my skin, her fingers kneading and working. They felt… relaxing. Skilled. Her touch held purpose.
My nervousness slowly faded. I breathed in the relaxing cinnamon. She moved her hand down my lower back closer and closer to my plump ass. She paused and then drizzled the liquid across my butt-cheeks. Her hand slid over my rump, fingers digging into my flesh. I let out a little groan. That felt nice. Not in a sexual way, but just to have my muscles massaged.
“Mmm, there you are,” she purred and then pressed the back massager right between my shoulder blades.
I gasped at the humming vibration massaging my skin. My fingers flexed. My toes curled. A soft sigh escaped my lips. It felt incredible on my skin. It wasn’t just vibrating, it was warm. A soothing heat that mixed with the buzzing touch.
I closed my eyes and relaxed into the massage. Juana worked it in slow circles, spreading out across my oiled back. It caressed my muscles. Teased them. She moved it over my shoulder blades. She pushed my hair back to work it against my neck. Her free hand kept stroking my lower back, hardly noticeable as she worked the amazing toy.
She moved the massager around my back, knowing just where to pause and really let it work into my flesh, pressing into knots of tension. They relaxed away. It was incredible. I could just let her do this all day. The buzzing heat drew all my attention. I was vaguely aware of her hand massaging my rump.
Didn’t care about it one bit.
The buzzing moved lower and lower. She slid it over my spine. I gasped when she found this knot halfway down. My back arched, pressing my breasts into the table. She dug the wand massager there, working on it.
Her fingers dipped into my crack. I didn’t care. I just loved that massager. I whimpered.
“Mmm, pretty lady, right there, huh?” Juana asked. “All that stress from your dickhead husband. What a little bitch for cheating on such a beauty.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“And you’ve been working all those long hours. They’ve been taking their toll on you. Draining your spirit. I can tell. Just let me massage it all away, pretty lady.”
“You’re doing so good,” I moaned, the vibrating warmth moving lower and lower. I gasped when she reached my tail bone. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Yes, yes, you have a lot of tension there. I got you, pretty lady.”
Her hand slid down my rump through my crack. Her finger brushed my taint and almost my pussy before she was stroking her oiled hand down my thigh. I didn’t mind. I just moaned, lost to the delight of the back massager working away my tension. My toes curled, feet twitching.
Her hand slid up and down my thigh, spreading the oil with her massaging touch. She dug into my muscles, a small delight compared to the relaxing buzz off the massager. It moved over my rump now, following wherever hand had touched.
She worked it in slow circles on my right butt-cheek, pressing it into my plump flesh. I whimpered and moaned. I could almost fall asleep enjoying this. Her hand massaged my legs, moving from thigh to thigh as she worked the massager.
She slid it over my butt-crack. The rounded, buzzing tip pressed between my asscheeks for a moment. My asshole puckered, but the humming tool didn’t touch it. Then she was massaging along the other side of my rump.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed, her hand digging fingers into my inner thigh. “That’s good.”
My legs parted to let her work while that hot massager soothed everything away. I was in heaven. It worked lower across my butt-cheek, following the dipping curve. Then it slipped between my thighs.
It pressed against my pussy.
I gasped at the buzzing heat rubbing at my vulva through my bush. Sparks burst from my clit. The vibrator moved onto my inner thigh. The contact with my pussy was a brief touch. Accidental. I shuddered, my labia aching, wanting it to return.
My cheeks burned at that impulse. I forced it down, but the tingling remained in my pussy. I couldn’t stop thinking about how great that felt as she worked the back massager up and down my inner thigh. When she slid up it, coming closer to my twat, I half-hoped she would touch me again.
What was wrong with me? I couldn’t want that. She couldn’t do that. It was an accident.
I struggled to focus on the massager and not that horny itch forming inside of me. How long had it been since I’d gotten laid? Nearly a year? Just masturbating while my husband slept on the couch, banished there because we were going through our separation.
I had no time to date. Or even to find a stranger. Too much work. Too much stress. Laurita needed me to be a mom through it all.
“Okay, pretty lady, roll over,” Juana said. She pulled the wand massager from my thigh. Almost to my pussy.
I groaned and did. I rolled over, my body tingling. My breasts swayed, nipples hard. My pussy had that wet itch. I settled on my back. She produced a round pillow that slid beneath my neck and cradled my head in cotton softness.
She smiled at me, her robe clinging to her petite body. She squeezed out the golden liquid on my belly and between my breasts. Her hand spread it over me, making my golden-brown skin gleam in the dancing candlelight. I shuddered as her touch slid up upward and between my breasts. She coated my upper chest and clavicle in it, fingers massaging my pectoral muscles around the edges of my tits.
She gave me a smile as her oiled hand trailed down my stomach towards my hips. For a moment, I had this weird urge for her to follow the V of my pelvis towards my pussy. The heat rippled through me.
She wouldn’t do that. The idea of a lesbian bordello, a happy-ending massage parlor for women and not men, had latched onto my brain. But it was a ridiculous idea. Women didn’t pay for sex. Men did.
I closed my eyes as her hand stroked my thigh, massaging my quadriceps muscle. The back massager became a belly massager. I gasped as it hummed around my stomach. A ticklish delight rippled through me as she lightly worked it into my abdomen. Not as much pressure as my back.
I let out a sigh and decided to ignore my naughty pussy. Just concentrate on that buzzing delight moving in slow circles around my stomach. Juana knew her skill. The young masseuse slid the buzzing toy higher and higher up my body to the base of my ribs. Right beneath my breasts.
“So breaking up with hubby, and no time for dating,” said Juana. “You poor thing. That doesn’t sound like the best situation.”
“I’m sure it’ll get better once the divorce is finalized and I can move on,” I answered.
“A pretty lady like you needs to be pampered,” she said, the massager moving around the outside edge of my right breast, the buzzing lightly grazing my boob.
I let out a sigh of agreement as the massager reached my upper chest, working across my pectoral muscles and just edging around my tits. That felt so good. My breasts jiggled from the buzzing. The wand brushed against my mounds.
That felt really good.
I sighed as the buzzing climbed up my right breast. It spiraled up it, digging into my flesh. I shifted on the table, this smile spreading on my lips. Tingles raced through my body as the humming warmth spiraled to the pinnacle of my breast.
Pressed on my nipple.
My eyes shot open. I gasped as the humming massaged right there at the aching pinnacle of my breast. My pussy drank in the buzzing sensation. I gasped, my cunt clenching. This wicked heat swept through my body. I gasped and shuddered.
She shouldn’t be doing this.
“Mmm, just relax, pretty lady,” Juana said as she massaged my nipple. Her tongue flicked across her lips, wetting them. They were pink and glossy. Her cheeks were dark and flushed. I shuddered as her brown eyes reflected dancing candlelight. “Just enjoy.”
I should be telling her to stop, but it felt so good. My body was so relaxed. I just wanted to lie here and let myself melt away. The buzzing massaged my nub. My fat nipple drank it in. My pussy clenched, the pleasure surging through me.
My juices flowed. I grew hotter and hotter. I squirmed on the bed, my heart pumping heat through my veins. This wonderful passion swept through me. My thighs pressed tighter, taking the pressure off my aching clit.
Then the buzzing left my nipple. I whimpered in disappointment.
The massager pressed against my left nub. I gasped at the burst of pleasure, the return of aching rapture.
My body trembled. Hands clenched. My naughty pussy drank in the electricity zapping from my nipple. The wand massager arced bliss through my body. It sent the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible. I moaned and gasped, squirming on the bed.
“There you are, pretty lady,” purred Juana, her hand massaging my inner thighs close to my pussy. Tantalizingly close. “I know what you need.”
“This…” My mind rippled. This was verging on prostitution. On illegality. I didn’t request this. But… but… Consenting adults… Like an escort service. I paid for a massage. What came after… “I…”
“Shh,” she said and then she pulled the massager from my nipple.
It all happened so fast. The buzzing delight plunged between my thighs and pressed against the aching folds of my pussy. Her head snapped down and hot lips engulfed my left nipple, replacing the humming delight with wet, sucking pleasure.
I bucked on the bed, gasping at the burst of rapture exploding through me.
My pussy convulsed as the wand massager rubbed up and down my hot flesh. My thighs relaxed, parting. Pleasure rushed through my body and melted my mind. This incredible surge of bliss that had me writhing and moaning. Juana sucked on my nipple. Her lips sealed on it, adding another burst of delight.
My moans echoed through the massage parlor. They reverberated around. My juices gushed out, bathing the buzzing delight on my cunt. The surges of ecstasy slipped through me. This bliss went beyond any orgasm I had in years.
Maybe in my life.
The vibrating shaft of the massager rubbed up and down my cunt, teasing my clit and labia. Stimulating them. Juana sucked with hunger on my nipple. The pleasure surged through my body. I gasped and moaned, drinking in the amazing rapture that swept through my body. I trembled on the bed, orgasm after orgasm flooding through me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, unable to control myself. My breasts jiggled. Juana kept latched onto my left. “I keep cumming!”
She shifted the massager, no longer rubbing the long side into my pussy, but the round tip. She pushed it against my labia. The warmth and the vibration melted into my cuntlips. My clit burst with sparks.
My juices gushed out of me.
My twat spasmed and writhed. The waves of ecstasy swept through me. Drowned me. My mind melted as my pussy lips struggled to engulf the end of the wand massager. Sadly, it was too thick for my snatch to swallow.
“Mother of God!” I howled. “Blessed Mary and the Saints above!”
Her tongue danced over my nipples. She stroked me, sending such rapture plunging to the euphoria sweeping out of my cunt. I couldn’t stop cumming. It was incredible. My pussy lips grew numb from the vibrations.
My head tossed back and forth on the pillow. My body trembled and writhed through the ecstasy this naughty, young woman gave me. Her eyes caught mine, gleaming with passion as I spasmed through my ecstasy.
Then she pulled the massager away. Her lips released my nipple.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, my head lolling. “Juana… What did you do to me?”
“Relaxed you,” she purred.
I couldn’t believe my friend came here. That she brought her eighteen-year-old daughter here. Did Olivia receive these same “extra services”? They had to be extra. It couldn’t be prostitution. I couldn’t have broken the law.
Just two consenting adults.
It was insane to think otherwise. I panted and moaned, my eyes fluttering. I squirmed on the massage parlor bed, my breast jiggling as I came down from my multiple orgasms. They weren’t a myth. Juana had just given them to me and…
Juana slipped onto the massage bed. She straddled me. I stared up at a shaved pussy descending to my mouth. Her tight tush filled my vision as she settled her hot pussy on my face. Then she leaned over as her tangy juices soaked my mouth. Her stomach rubbed into my throbbing nipples. Her small breasts pressed into my oiled belly. Then her hair fell over my thigh while her mouth…
Her mouth nuzzled into my pussy and licked.
I gasped as her tongue flicked through my folds. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done this for me. Go down on me. Her tongue licked with agile grace, stroking my pussy lips still tingling from my orgasm.
Her hips wiggled from side to side, grinding her pussy on my mouth. Her juices soaked my lips. Her shaved vulva felt so warm. Almost hot. I breathed in her musk. This strange exhilaration shot through me. I had never thought of doing anything with a woman.
My tongue felt stiff as it slid through her labia. Hesitant. This nervousness rippled through me as I licked again. I was such a novice at pussy licking, and she clearly had such skill. She flicked her tongue up and down my folds. She fluttered against them. Brushed my clit. Stroked my pussy lips just right while I felt like my tongue just flailed.
“Mmm, that’s it, pretty lady,” she purred, rubbing her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on my mouth. “Just feast on me. Don’t think. Just enjoy.”
I did. I relaxed.
Her tongue stroked up and down my vulva. I did the same to hers. She tasted good. I had no idea pussy could have such a wonderful flavor. A bit salty but mostly this tangy delight. My hands grabbed her rump. I squeezed her. Massaged her. I felt so wicked as I danced my tongue up and down Juana’s pussy.
She wiggled her hips from side to side, smearing her hot cunt on my mouth. Her tongue feasted on my pussy. I whimpered and moaned, my fingers digging into her tight tush as she pleased me. She built me towards another orgasm.
I hoped I did the same to her.
“Oh, Juana,” I moaned. “Ooh, you’re such a pretty girl.”
“And you’re such a pretty lady,” she moaned. Her tongue thrust into my pussy.
I gasped at how incredible that felt. Her tongue darted around inside of me. She swirled and stirred and drove me wild. I groaned, my tongue returning the favor to her. I drove it into her pussy. I reveled in her hot cunt cream spilling over it. The silky walls clenched down around me. Her juices soaked me.
Trickled into my mouth.
I feasted on her as the pleasure built and built inside of me. I squirmed on the bed. She wiggled her hips from side to side. She smeared her cunt cream on my mouth. I fluttered my tongue through her folds. I plunged my tongue deep into her twat as hers danced through mine.
We loved each other. Gave each other the most intimate of massages.
The bed creaked. My pleasure swelled faster and faster. Her tongue fluttered across my clit. I gasped, my fingers biting into her tush. I found her own bud. I sucked on it, my nose nuzzling into her shaved folds. Every inhalation was filled tangy bliss.
Her lips sealed on my clit. We nursed on each other. I groaned at the delight rushing through me. My fingers gripped her ass while my body trembled. I squirmed beneath her, my nipples rubbing into her belly.
Her tongue caressed my clit in a fast circle. Sparks flared.
I squealed around her clit. The pleasure rushed through my body. I bucked, savoring my first lesbian experience. My lips nibbled on her bud as the ecstasy drowned my mind again. A gentler pleasure than before, not as intense as the massager but just as delicious.
Even more intimate.
She groaned and then her juices bathed my face.
Tangy cream gushed out of her. Our tongues licked and lapped. We gathered up each other’s juices. We feasted and licked and shared in our mutual orgasms. The bed creaked as the pleasure swept through me.
“Pretty girl!” I moaned. “Juana!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she groaned. “Oh, pretty lady, you are such a treat. Mmm, I’m glad you came in.”
“Me, too!” My orgasm hit that wonderful peak. I trembled beneath her, savoring hanging at the pinnacle of my pleasure.
Then I descended into buzzing bliss.
Juana slipped off of me and I caught a glimpse of her naked body. Her breasts were small, nipples puffy. She smiled at me as she drew on her lilac robe. “Pretty lady, you spend all the time you need gathering yourself. I’d love to stay, but…”
“Other women need your touch,” I moaned.
She winked at me as she belted her robe. I shuddered as she sauntered out of the room.
I wanted to just lie in here, but I had to get back to work. Things were heating up. I had to go through so much paperwork, sifting through it to find what I needed. I felt up to it now. Relaxed for the first time in what felt like a decade. Not a mother or a wife with a cheating husband.
I dressed quickly and sauntered out of the room and down the hallway. I slipped through the curtain. Lee the receptionist had flushed cheeks and I swear the humming in her computer was even louder than last time. A faulty fan or something. She squirmed like she had something in her panties itching at her.
“Have a wonderful day,” she said, beaming at me. “I hope you cum again.”
I paused. “Next week, same time? Can I have Juana again.”
Lee did a few mouse clicks. “Got you down. Wand massage again? Or would you like to try something different?”
“Surprise me,” I said and then swept out of the parlor.
I grabbed my phone and texted my friend. “I really needed that. Juana worked miracles on me.”
I was ready to face a tedious afternoon of paperwork.
October 19th, 2021 – Delilah Vincent nee Midgley
I frowned at the noise I heard coming from my son’s door. It was cracked open, like he’d failed to shut it all the way so it would latch. It was an old house. The doors were all of and could open if they didn’t close properly. I peered inside, wondering why the bed springs were creaking. I could just see him and…
My eighteen-year-old son was naked on his bed and stroking his cock. I gasped at the sight of him. I should have realized it. He was a growing boy. Of course, he would do that. It just never crossed my mind that he could do that.
Now I stared at him. At his hand pumping up and down his cock. His thick, long cock. My jaw dropped at how hung Ian was. He dwarfed his father. My cheeks burned. I shouldn’t be watching him, but…
I was in awe at his girth. His length.
This wicked, taboo heat burst to life in my cunt. I should look away. I shouldn’t be watching this at all. It was wrong. I needed to give my son his privacy. I needed to walk away. His face twisted in pleasure.
White cum spurted from the end of his cock. I fought my own gasp at seeing his youthful seed firing up into the air and splattering on his chest. It soaked him. Coated him. He trembled on the bed, his toes curling. He tossed his head from side to side, growling through his clenched teeth.
My pussy exploded with lust.
I fled down the hallway to my bedroom. I almost tripped on my husband’s golf clubs that he’d left out. Again! I threw myself on my bed, shoved a hand into my jeans, and cupped my pussy. I rubbed myself with feverish heat, the image of my son’s huge, young cock erupting blazing through my mind.
I exploded in seconds.
The rapture rushed through my body. I whimpered and groaned, spasming through the forbidden fantasy of my son’s cock. My pussy ached for him to be in me. To cross that forbidden line no mother should.
“Ian!” I whimpered as I hit the peak of my pleasure.
The guilt hit me the moment I finished cumming. I couldn’t ever do that again. It was wrong. I was his mother. Why had that perverted thought filled my mind at all? I felt so dirty that I immediately took a shower and struggled so hard not to think about him sliding open the curtain and joining me.
That night, when my husband badgered me into sex, I thought of our son’s big cock filling me instead of Arthur’s. I came hard, much to my husband’s shock and my own. Ian’s dick blazed in my mind.
How could I turn into such a wicked mother so fast?
June 3rd, 2022 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston II
It was time to marry Pam (officially) and Melody (unofficially). We were at the perfect point in our lives. Stefani and Zoey had just given birth to my children, along with Stefani’s mother. She’d gone from an uptight Christian to a lesbian whore to a sex slave who’s wimpy husband needed me to teach him how to handle her.
The Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor had opened up a lot of fun for my harem. Zoey and Stefani loved working there.
“How can I help you?” the polite woman, a blonde in her forties, asked. She kept herself in good shape, wearing a dark business suit skirt and matching blazer, her pink blouse peeking through the V-neck collar. She moved behind the counter of jewelry.
“Wedding ring,” I said, Lee clinging to my arm. I pressed the button on my phone’s screen. She gasped and quivered, the vibrator now churning away in her pussy. I slipped my phone into my pocket.
“Oh, is this the lucky girl?” asked the woman. “Lots of couples shop together for them these days.”
“Naw, this is just Lee. She’s my sex slave,” I said.
I loved the way the saleswoman fought her surprise and kept a smooth and professional manner.
“He’s marrying my sister,” Lee added, a big grin on her face. “Plus Pam.”
“Not legally,” I added. “Just a spiritual wedding, you understand.”
“Of course,” she said and I saw something shift in her expression. Greed. She had the chance to sell two engagement rings today. “Here is our ***********ion. We have a wide variety of cuts, bands, and even gemstones.”
“Let’s find the perfect one,” I said, guiding Lee towards the counter. I pushed her before me and pressed into her from behind, rubbing my cock into her ass.
Lee leaned over the counter with her elbows, gawking and pushing her tight tush back into my cock. Her hips wiggled from side to side, rubbing against me. Pleasure tingled through my body. My hands grabbed her skirt and slowly dragged it up them.
“Please don’t lean on the counter,” the woman said as she pulled out keys and unlocked the sliding door.
Lee jerked her elbows off. Her right hand darted behind her as I kept lifting her skirt. The naughty minx rubbed at my cock through my jeans. She grabbed it and squeezed me. I fought a groan as she stroked up and down my girth.
Meanwhile, the saleswoman, Nadine, reached into the display and pulled out a tray covered in black felt with all the rings spread out on it. She then set aside another tray, smaller. “Take your time.”
“Thanks,” I said as my zipper slowly rasped down.
I had Lee’s pantie’s hiked as I looked over her shoulder at the rings. They were all so gorgeous. Gold, white gold, rose gold, and platinum bands. Diamonds of various cuts and sizes. Some had smaller stones embedded in the band, so tiny they were almost grains of sands. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, pearls, yellow gems I didn’t recognize, and even pale-purple amethysts.
As I studied them, Lee pulled my cock out. My shaft pressed into her butt-cheeks. Her left hand would pick up rings, holding them up for my inspection. I shuddered as her right carefully slid my cock down her butt-crack.
My sex slave sister was such a naughty delight.
I fought the urge to groan at the feel of her unlubed sphincter. A masochist, Lee savored sex mixed with pain. Fucking her asshole without even spit would give her that mix of pleasure and burning ache she craved.
I had the pleasure of sodomizing my little sister beneath the saleswoman’s nose.
“How about this one, Master?” she asked, holding up a diamond flanked by two yellow gems.
I pushed on her asshole. Her little rosebud spread and spread. I took my time, not rushing it. I savored the way her anal ring surrendered to my cock. She engulfed me in her velvety embrace. Her hand trembled for a moment as I penetrated into her bowels.
“Those are yellow sapphires from Bangladesh,” the woman said. “And notice the cut on the diamond. A superb choice.”
“Put it to the side,” I groaned at the pleasure of my sister’s asshole engulfing my cock.
An incestuous thrill surged through me. I went deeper and deeper into her asshole while the saleswoman talked about gems and cuts and metal content of the bands. The heat rippled through me. I sank deeper into my half-sister’s asshole. The vibrator buzzing in her cunt massaged my cock, adding a spicier thrill to this moment.
I bottomed out in my sister’s asshole. I had every inch of my cock in her. I savored that tight embrace. Her velvety heat squeezed around me. She wiggled her hips with her excitement, stirring her sheath around me while the vibrator churned up her cunt and massaged the tip of my dick.
“Now this tray has some beauties on it,” the saleswoman purred, lifting up the next felt tray. “I love this platinum band with the rose diamond.” She held it up while I enjoyed my sister’s asshole.
“Mmm, imagine sliding that onto my sister’s finger,” moaned Lee, her bowels squeezing around my cock. “Oh, Master, it would fit just perfectly.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned and set it aside.
My hand slipped into my pocket. I pulled out my phone. I swiped the screen on and turned up the vibration. Lee’s asshole squeezed down hard on my cock while she gasped, “Ooh, ooh, I like this one!”
She snatched up a ring, at random I was sure, and held it up while the vibrator churned up her cunt. The buzzing felt incredible around my cock, massaging me, teasing me. I grunted my agreement, not really caring as I savored the sudden surge of pleasure rushing through my body.
“Such a good choice,” purred the saleswoman. She said it to every ring Lee picked up. “A favorite of mine. Princess cut diamond to make her feel like your special lady.”
“She’s that,” I panted, my dick aching in Lee’s asshole. She squirmed from side to side, moving her bowels around my cock just enough to massage me. And that vibrator…
The pressure swelled in my balls.
I savored the heaven of my half-sister’s submissive asshole as we searched through the rings. I found more possibilities while I enjoyed the wonderful bliss of my sister’s asshole. It was so hard not to fuck the little slut’s asshole. To drive her wild.
I turned up the vibration again.
I could just hear the faint humming of the toy now. Lee’s bowels squeezed hard around me. She trembled even more, squirming, teasing my cock. The pleasure was incredible. The rush of surreptitious, incestuous sex was delicious. I enjoyed every moment of it.
Nadine pulled out the next tray. She cocked her head. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“I don’t hear anything,” whimpered Lee. She squeezed and relaxed her bowels around my cock, her anal Kegels giving her such skill with her asshole. She massaged my cock. “Huh, Master?”
“Nothing,” I said. “How are you holding up? Getting bored?”
“I’m just so excited I could burst,” Lee moaned. “This is amazing, Master. All these rings are driving me wild.”
“Don’t hold back,” I said. “If you find something you love, let me know!”
“Yes!” she hissed. “Oh, I will, Master. I’ll let you know… like… like… This one!”
Her voice rang out through the jewelry shop as she snatched up a ring with a clear diamond flanked by smaller rubies. It gleamed in the air as her asshole convulsed and spasmed around my cock. The pleasure surged down my shaft as she massaged me.
“It’s just perfect!” she moaned, her body trembling with orgasmic pleasure. “Oh, Master, let me know if it’s perfect!”
“I think it is!” I groaned, that urge to cum building and building.
“Yes, yes, let me know, Master!” she moaned. “Ooh, and it has a mate!” She snatched up an identical bad with a pink diamond flanked by yellow sapphires. Same platinum band, both rings gorgeous.
“That’s it!” I growled and erupted into her asshole. “That it!”
“Yes!” Lee howled, my sister’s bowels milking my erupting cock. “We found them!”
“Such… enthusiasm,” Nadine said as I fired blast after blast of my incestuous seed into my sister’s asshole.
“Uh-huh,” I grunted. “When you know! You know!”
The pleasure surged through me. My sister’s asshole milked my cock. Every eruption sent pleasure surging through me. The exhibitionist thrill of illicit, incestuous sex burned through my mind. My dick spurted over and over.
Lee trembled. My sister-slave’s delicious bowels felt incredible. The pleasure melted my thoughts. Stars burst. I breathed heavily while she whimpered. The vibrator’s stimulation added the perfect mix of delight and passion.
The perfect accent to my bliss.
“I’ll take them!” I gasped. “They’re perfect for Melody and Pam.”
“Wonderful,” Nadine said, beaming as my orgasm peaked in me.
I felt like a million bucks. I didn’t care about the price at all. Not when I had the perfect engagement bands for my sisters. They would both squeal in delight. It would make them so happy. I couldn’t wait to marry them. Even if it wouldn’t be legal.
I would change that. Fix this world. Why couldn’t a man marry his sisters? Marry as many women as he wanted? Why did the government get to stand in the way of our pursuit of happiness? Gay marriage was legalized. The traditional take on the institution had been overturned. It was a right to let us love who we wanted.
I couldn’t wait to argue it.
April 2nd, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker
“Fuck,” I growled.
How did this case peter out? Other than two witnesses, who the prosecutors said wasn’t good enough, we had come up with nothing else. We were running into dead ends to prove that Clint was fucking his sisters. That he had children with his mother. His aunt. Corruption, sexual impropriety, prostitution. There was so much to hang on the bastard and those around him.
It had to be perfect because of his friends. Powerful friends. Politicians, high-priced lawyers, who knew who else. He had networked effectively. It pissed me off. I leaned back in the small room in the bowels of the Sacramento Police Department’s headquarters.
“There has to be something,” I snarled at Sunny. Some angle we haven’t checked.
“What about his wedding to Pam,” said Sunny. “He was supposed to have spiritually married Melody at the same time.”
“You want to get him on bigamy? He’s not using this relationship with Melody in his tax filings or anything else. It’s shaky grounds.”
“No, no, not bigamy.” Sunny leaned forward. My young partner had this eager look in her eyes. “It was in June of 2023, right?”
“That was four years ago.”
“And?” I grunted.
“Think, Nelson. You don’t just throw a wedding together. There are event planners, the space they rented, caterers, wedding photographers. He had his entire family there. You think that nothing happened? That he didn’t enjoy himself with his sisters? The ones we can prove are his. Zoey and Alicia. And his mother, too. And his aunt. That’s all illegal incest. He might be able to fuck Melody and Lee all he wants since they’re ‘officially’ his cousins, but the others… We just need something. A photo snapped. Eyewitnesses who can testify. The more preponderance of evidence we have, the harder it will be for him to wiggle out from under it. All his powerful friends in the world won’t save him them.
“Start making the calls,” I growled, energized. Sometimes a case was a marathon, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sprint in the middle of the race to catch up some ground.
To be continued…