Incestuous Flesh Massage

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Two: Daughter’s Incestuous Massage

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

A week later, and Olivia had yet to come back with her daughter.

It was a shame. I had a great time massaging my first client and giving her such an intimate and delicious massage. Working at The Lady’s Touch massage parlor was exciting and fun. I had some great delights seducing clients into lesbian sex or just giving them what they wanted under the guise of a sensual massage. I gave them titty massages, vulva massages, nuru massages, blindfold massages, and even just regular massages. They didn’t all end in actual sex, just some teasing fun, but many times they did.

Still, Olivia was my first intimate massage, and you always remember your first time.

I was glad that Juana, a dominating lesbian who was a close friend of my family (so close that she lived with us, and Clint, my brother, had bred her and her sister-slave), had come up with the idea of this massage parlor. My girlfriend and I both leaped at the chance to get out of stripping and find another job.

I hummed as I cleaned up after my last massage, my body buzzing from the fun. I didn’t get off, but my customer did. I rubbed her vulva while she gasped and shuddered, her eyes wide with shock. She was a cute, Black woman with round breasts.

The door opened behind me.

“Do I have another client, Lee?” I asked, turning and expecting to see my young half-sister Lee. She worked as the receptionist.

Instead, I found my brother, Clint, standing there.

He had a huge grin on his face. He was a man a few years younger than me. His eyes flicked around the room, nodding his head. His dark hair and chiseled chin made him nearly a spitting image of our dead father. Clint had stepped up to take care of the family when Dad passed away. He made us all into his lovers, sex slaves, and sisters with benefits. Well, I was the only sister with benefits.

It was exciting fucking my brother.

“This is a nice setup, Zoey,” he said, nodding his head.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I said as his eyes flicked to me in my lilac, silk robe that clung to my naked body beneath, my nipples hardening. “Only women are allowed in here.”

Clint waved his hand dismissively as he stepped before me. “Just wanted to stop by and say hi. I had a light load of classes today.”

I swallowed, a strange rush shooting through me. “Still…” My large breasts rose and fell. My heart pumped fast. “Our clients think this is a safe place for only women.”

His hands pulled open my robe. I shuddered as the silk slid across my nipples. Tingles shot down to my pussy. My cunt clenched as the heat washed through me. I whimpered, my brassy hair sweeping around my face. My breasts swayed as I trembled as his hands slid in and grabbed my hips. They slid up the sides. He caressed me as he went higher and higher.

I whimpered. Groaned. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them.

There was just something about my brother that made me weak in the knees and hot in the pussy. I never could say no to him. Not since he first took control of the family. He gave me the choice, he always did, but so long as I chose to live with the family, he was in charge of my body.

His thumbs slid over my breasts. His thumb brushed over my nipples. Tingles raced down to my pussy. I shuddered and groaned. He pressed into my nubs, pushing them into my areolas. Pleasure clenched and shuddered. My pussy grew juicier and juicier.

“This is quite the nice setup you got,” Clint said. He massaged me. Teased me. He had a hungry look in his eyes. “I like it. Things are going great.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. He teased me. Twisted my nipples. My pussy clenched. Juices trickled down my veins. My robe caressed my rump.

He leaned down and engulfed my nipple. I gasped and clenched my fists as he sucked on my nipple. His lips sealed around my nub. Pleasure shot through me. His tongue caressed around my areola. He played with me, his hands squeezing my chest.

Incestuous fire burned inside of me as my brother nursed at my aching nipple. His fingers dug into my large breasts. His lips popped off between sucks, making these naughty popping sounds. I groaned as his dark eyes stared up at me.

“Clint!” I groaned. “Oh, wow, Clint. That’s… That’s… Damn, that’s nice.”

His lips popped off my nipple. He spun me around. I gasped as he bent me over my massage table. No foreplay. He knew I needed to be fucked. My robe swayed. My tits jiggled before me. My hands planted on the table’s padding. His fingers dug into my ass, causing my toes to curl in my slippers.

He flipped up my robe. His hands grabbed my ass. He squeezed my rump. He kneaded me. I shuddered as his fingers dug into me. I shuddered, biting my lower lip. My heart pounded in my chest. Blood pumped through my veins.

His zipper rasped. I bit my lip. I could hear sounds coming from the next room, a woman groaning as she was massaged to her orgasm. We told our clients men didn’t come here, and now my brother was here. It was so naughty.

I shuddered as his cock nudged into my pussy. He pressed it up into my twat. He shoved his dick into me. He buried into me. I groaned at the hot plunge of his shaft. He filled my cunt with his thick shaft. I whimpered and groaned. Pleasure swept through me, this incestuous rush of delight. My tingles raced through me. His balls smacked into my clit.

My pussy clenched around his girth, worshiping my brother being in me. I groaned as he drew back and then thrust into me. He slammed to the hilt in me. He buried over and over into me. He slammed into my depths. He buried over and over into me.

“Damned,” he growled as he pumped his cock into me. His hands slid up my body. He squeezed my breasts. He kneaded them. He twisted my nipples as he plowed into me.

“Enjoying your pussy massage?” I asked, squeezing my cunt around his dick. My hips undulated around his shaft. “Huh? You like my pussy massaging your cock.”

“God, yes,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward. His crotch smacking over and over into my rump. He buried into my pussy hard. My sheath squeezed around him. “Work those hips, Zoey.”

I threw back my head, groaning, my hips wiggling. I massaged my brother’s cock with my pussy. My tits heaved and bounced around His dick buried into me. His crotch smacked my rump over and over. Juices spilled down my thighs.

He grunted and growled as he plowed me. The massage table rocked as my brother buried into me. Pleasure spilled through my body. His dick stimulated my cunt as he buried again and again into me. My fingers dug into the sheet covering the bed. My breasts bounced, my nipples aching as he twisted them. He tugged on them, stretching out my nubs.

He kissed my neck. His stubble rasped against my skin. I groaned with every thrust. He fucked me hard. His hands squeezed into my tits. Pleasure built and built in me. This incestuous rush surged through me as I massaged my brother with my pussy.

“I want you to reach your peak,” I moaned. “I want you to spill your release in me. I want to relax you.”

“Such a loving sister,” he groaned, his crotch smacking into me. He filled me up. The pleasure rippled through me. My juices spilled out of me and rolled down my thighs. “Goddamn, Zoey. Clutch my dick in that tight grip.”

My toes curled. I humped back into him. The tide of rapture rose and rose in me. It would soon drown me. I groaned, my cunt clenching around his cock. This dizzying heat swept through me. My fingers clenched into the bedding as he plowed hard into me.

I humped back into him. My pussy gripped him. The friction was incredible. He rammed hard into me. I squeezed around his girth, increasing the friction. The bliss. Tingles built and built in my cunt’s depths. My head tossed back and forth. I gasped and moaned.

“Cum in me,” I moaned, my orgasm swelling. I was so close to exploding on my brother’s cock. “Just spill it in me. Let me massage you into rapture.”

“Such a loving sister,” he panted, pumping hard and fast. He buried into my depths. His crotch smacked into my rump. “Goddamn.” His fingers dug in on my tits. He gripped me hard. “Deep massaging me. Shit.”

My brother’s cock buried to the hilt in my cunt. His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure exploded through me. I came. My pussy convulsed around his dick, writhing, massaging him. The incestuous rapture surged through me. It burst through me. Stars exploded before my eyes. Darkness rippled around the edges of my vision.

“Yes, yes!” I groaned. “Cum in me! Spill that jizz in me!”

I gasped and groaned. My pussy spasmed around his cock. Juices flooded hot down my thighs. I moaned and gasped out my rapture. My cunt convulsed around his dick. He buried over and over into my snatch.

“Goddamn,” Clint groaned. “Your pussy… Fuck, you’re good at giving massages.”

“Then cum in me, Clint!” I moaned, my body brimming with waves of rapture, my pussy spasming around him. Waves of bliss swept through me. “Flood me! Give me your jizz!”

He buried to the hilt in me. His cock erupted. Hot spunk spurted into me. My head tossed back and forth. My eyes fluttered. Stars burst before me as my orgasm convulsed through me again. Rapture rippled through me as he fired all that fertile cum in me.

My pussy writhed about him. I gripped the sheets. I groaned and gasped as the pleasure spilled through me. Clint gripped my tits as he growled out in passion. His cum splattered into me. That wonderful rush of his jizz spurting into me.

It was incredible.

My pussy milked out the last of the cum from his dick. I shuddered. I quivered. I sucked in deep breaths. My body buzzed with rapture. The pleasure died into a delicious shake. Clint groaned, his voice full of satisfaction.

I loved that.

As he pulled his cock out of me, the door opened.

My pussy clenched as I threw a worried look, afraid it was a customer. Instead, it was Lee, our half-sister. The impish, black-haired, young woman had a wicked grin spreading across her naughty mouth. “Master, enjoying yourself.”

“Always,” Clint groaned. “You being a good girl working here, or do I need to punish you.”

“Good girl,” she said, her hands behind her back, her breasts jiggling. “Always, Master. You know that.”

Clint snorted.

“She’s been perfect,” I said. “We’d punish her if she misbehaved.”

Clint pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and pressed a button. Lee quivered. Delight sparkled in her eyes. She grinned, and I knew she had a butt plug, or vibrator, inserted in her asshole or pussy by Clint this morning, that just buzzed to life. Clint owned a collection of Bluetooth controlled sex toys. The massaging delight was her reward for being good. She would have to hide her arousal from the customers, fighting against it while submitting to Clint.

That gave my slutty half-sister what she craved. Humiliation, submission, and pain were what she craved. Her punishments were a denial of any sexual fun. Often, she’d have to watch Clint’s other sisters and women pleasuring him while she had to stand in the corner denying herself.

“Thank you, Master,” she moaned. “Mmm, and you have a customer, Mistress Zoey. She asked for you by name.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yes, a woman and her daughter.” Lee grinned. “The daughter’s cute and adorable. Mother wants you to give the girl a massage. Show her daughter the delights only a female masseuse can deliver.” Lee arched her eyebrows. “You made an impression.”

“Is it Olivia?” I asked, my heart beating, my pussy clenching, full of my brother’s cum.

Lee nodded, her short, black hair swaying about her head.

“You can’t be here, Clint,” I groaned.

“It’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ll go out the back.” He smacked my naked rump. “You know I’m good at using the backdoor.”

Lee giggled.

I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll make sure Master isn’t seen, Mistress Zoey,” Lee said, her cheeks red now. She wiggled her hips back and forth.

“Enjoy,” Clint said.

I gasped, straightening, my robe falling over my ass. “Oh, I will,” I said. “I’m going to introduce a mother and daughter to some fun.”

Clint laughed, nodding his head. It was his goal to make incest legal. He was going to college to be a lawyer for that reason. He marched out, Lee following him. The door closed behind him. I closed my robes tight, my nipples aching. I clenched my pussy, trapping his cum in me.

Thank god I practiced my Kegels.

I lit some candles to fill the room with a soft, lavender scent and obscure the aroma of passion. I was just fluffing the pillow on the massage bed, my heart beating with excitement, when the door flung open.

“Here she is,” Lee announced, her cheeks even redder than before. Her hands rubbed her stomach as she grinned at me. “Zoey will take care of you.”

“Come on, honey,” Olivia said as she guided in a slender girl in a tank top and shorts. The girl was eighteen or nineteen, pale and trembling. She had her mother’s cute chin and plump lips, but her nose wasn’t as bold. She had a lighter shade of brown hair, gathered in a ponytail that swayed down her back. “Zoey won’t hurt you.”

“I’m just going to relax you,” I said. “It’ll be fun.”

“I guess,” the girl said, looking down. She rubbed her hand against her other arm, stroking up and down it.

“Trust me,” Olivia said. The married woman was a few inches taller than her daughter, her brown hair cut short in a cute bob. Her dark eyes sparkled while her nipples pressed hard against the front of the sundress she wore, leaving her arms bare. Her wedding ring glinted. “Zoey changed my life. I was so relaxed after the nuru massage she gave me.”

I smiled at the MILF.

“Nuru?” the girl asked.

“It’s a more… advanced technique,” I said. “I think a beginner’s massage is what you need.” I grabbed her free hand, pulling her from her mother. I gave her a big smile, loving how she trembled. “Now I want you to just slip behind the triptych, take off your clothes, and wrap yourself up in the towel.”

“All my clothes?” the girl asked. “Even my bra?”

“All of them,” I told her. “I use massage oil, and you don’t want to stain your pretty bra.” I smiled at her. “The towel will keep you modest, okay?”

She swallowed and nodded. She padded from me and headed behind the privacy screen, a three-panel triptych. Her mother came up behind me as we heard the rustle of her clothing. Olivia grabbed my hand and brought it to her skirt. She pressed it into her crotch, letting me feel the heat of her bleeding out of her. She shuddered, rubbing my hand into her groin.

“Excited?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, rubbing my hand into her crotch. “I’m so eager for Phillipa to be relaxed by you.”

“I can tell,” I said, pressing tighter against her crotch. “I was hoping you’d be back sooner.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know girls. She dug in her heels. I had to wear her down to get her to come.”

“I can hear you,” said Phillipa as she draped her pale-pink bra. “Jeez.”

Her mother giggled and released my hand, pulling me away.

I shuddered, this mother so eager for me to give her daughter the same treat. It was wild. My pussy clenched tighter, struggling to hold in my brother’s cum. A little bit had leaked out, dribbling hot down my thigh.

Would Olivia notice? What would she think?

Phillipa emerged wrapped up in the white, fluffy towel. It was big enough to cover her breasts and rump. She had pulled out her ponytail, the hair spilling down her shoulders. She padded to me, looking wide-eyed even as she tried to project this non-nonchalant attitude. Her cheeks had a touch of pink. She stopped before me, her bare toes curling and flexing.

“So…” she said.

“Lie facedown,” I said. “There’s a cutout for your head. Then I’ll readjust your head.”

She nodded while her mother gave her a supporting smile. The married woman’s hips wiggled back and forth, those hard nipples poking at her bra. Her daughter mounted the table. It shifted and groaned as she settled onto her belly, her face vanishing into the oval cutout. She would only be able to see the floor directly beneath her. She wiggled her hips, her rump flexing beneath the terrycloth.

“Okay, just going to readjust you,” I said, grabbing the top of the towel and pulling it down, exposing her naked back. “I’ll keep your butt covered, though I bet it’s cute.”

She gave a nervous giggle. “Okay.”

“No different than some sunbathing,” I said. “I’m sure you’ve untied your bikini top to keep from having tan lines.”

“All she did over the summer was lay by our pool,” Olivia said, cumming up behind me. Taking advantage of her daughter’s limited sight, the married woman grabbed my ass through the robe, squeezing me as I folded her daughter’s towel.

“Mmm, it paid off,” I said, staring at the golden-tan back of the girl. “You look cute.”

Phillipa squirmed. Her embarrassment only made me wiggle my hips, my pussy clenching. Olivia’s lips kissed at my neck, her head pushing aside my hair. I adjusted the towel so it only covered Phillipa’s rump, leaving her legs and back fully exposed.

I grabbed my massage oil and spread it on the girl’s lithe back. She shifted while her mother massaged my ass through the silk robe. The married woman kissed and nibbled on my neck, her fingers digging through the cloth into my rump. My toes curled and relaxed in my slippers.

My hands spread the oil across Phillipa’s back. I dug my fingers into her flesh. I massaged her, my breasts jiggling beneath my robe. This was so exciting. It was hot having the mother playing with me as I ran my hands over the daughter. A naughty thrill ran through me as my fingers worked up and down the girl’s back.

Then Olivia knelt. I gasped as her hands pushed my thighs apart. I strained to hold in the cum in my pussy as the married MILF ducked her head beneath my robe. Her hair brushed the sides of my thighs as she nuzzled up to my shaved snatch. My fingers dug into Phillipa’s shoulders, massaging her muscles, as her mother pressed her mouth against my vulva.

“Oh, that’s nice,” sighed Phillipa at the same moment her mother licked through my cuntlips.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, this shudder of delight shooting through me as the MILF licked my brother’s cum out of me. “Just relaxing, right? Enjoyable.”

The girl let out a soft moan while her mother’s tongue fluttered through my folds. The MILF gripped my thighs as she devoured me. Did she realize she was eating cum out of my pussy? Did she just think my pussy was a little saltier than last time? Her tongue dug through me while my fingers worked down her daughter’s back.

I ran my hands up and down the eighteen-year-old girl as the mother’s tongue buried deeper into my pussy. It was hard not moaning. I wanted to. I wanted to let out my passion as the pleasure surged through me. The mother’s tongue caressed me. She lapped at me, teasing me.

She ate the incestuous cum out of my snatch.

“Mmm, you have such supple skin,” I moaned, my hands sliding up and down the girl’s back. I worked at her muscles as her mother devoured me. It was so exciting. “Just so smooth.”

“Thanks,” the girl purred. “Your hands feel nice. Mmm, yes, I like that.”

“Never been touched by a girl?” I asked.

“No,” she moaned.

My oiled fingers glided down the girl’s back as my orgasm swelled inside of me. Olivia’s tongue swirled through me. Her nose nuzzled into my taint as she devoured me. Her tongue stroked through my snatch. My hips wiggled back and forth, my ass clenching.

“I always enjoy being massaged by a girl,” I said. “It’s a gentler experience. Different from being with a boy.”

“Uh-huh,” the girl said as my hands reached her lower back. I was massaging at the slope of her ass, almost sliding beneath her towel. I brushed the beginning swell of her rump, massaging her. She shifted, her back muscles rippling. “It’s nice. You’re very relaxing.”

“Good,” I purred. “I know you’re mother’s glad I’m relaxing you.”

“Uh-huh,” Olivia moaned into my pussy. “Just let her please you, Phillipa. She’ll unwind you.”

“Yes, Mom,” the girl said.

I shuddered as I switched to massaging the girl’s legs. My own spread a little wider as Olivia’s tongue dove through my folds. She brushed my clit at the start of her every lick, caressing my bud. Pleasure flared through me. I worked my hands up and down the girl’s left thigh, my fingers digging into her muscles, relaxing the tension from her.

Phillipa spread her legs a little wider. I stared between her thighs at her trimmed, brown bush hiding her pussy. I shuddered at the naughty peak, my hands sliding up and down her legs. I dug my fingers into her flesh, kneading her. I worked my thumbs into her muscles as I climbed higher.

My toes curled as Olivia sucked and nibbled on my labia. Her hands gripped my thighs, digging into my flesh. I bit my lip, wanting to groan as I massaged her daughter’s nubile thigh. I reached up to the top of the girl’s leg. I came closer and closer to her pussy.

“So, any cute guys in your life?” I asked. “Or girls?”

“No,” the girl said. “Not really.”

“Just pretend your mother’s not here,” I said. “She’s preoccupied anyways.”

“Uh-huh,” Olivia moaned. Then she jammed her tongue deep into my cunt. She swirled around in me, stirring me up.

I neared the apex of Phillipa’s inner thighs. My knuckles brushed through her silky bush, grazing her vulva. The girl squirmed and shifted as I kept working her. She let out a little gasp as I caressed her again on accident.

“Um…” Olivia said as I shifted over to her far thigh, leaning over her and pressing my pussy into her mother’s hungry lips.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, digging my thumbs into her inner thigh. I brushed the edges of her vulva. The girl quivered and groaned. She wiggled as I worked my fingers. “Are you not liking it?”

“It’s just…” The girl’s rump squirmed. “I mean… you’re touching my… my…”

“Of course I’m touching you,” I said, sliding my hands away from her pussy as I worked down her thighs. The warmth of her passion lingered on my fingers while I savored her mother’s tongue licking me. My cunt clenched around my Olivia’s probing tongue. She wiggled it around inside of me. My knees quivered. “I have to touch you to massage you.”

“Yeah,” she said, squirming, drops of dew glistening on her silky, brown pubic hairs.

I smiled as I massaged her legs, the excitement building and building in my cunt. Her mother’s tongue licked and lapped through my folds, driving me wild. I couldn’t hold off any longer. My fingers dug into the meat of her thigh, kneading a knot in her muscle as her mother’s lips found my clit.

She sucked.

Her nose nuzzled the folds of my pussy.

Sparks exploded inside of me. I gasped at the surge of pleasure. My back arched, sensitive nipples pressing against the cool silk of my robes. I grit my teeth as the rapture washed through me. Waves of darkness spilled across my vision.

“Oh, Olivia,” I groaned, unable to stop me. “Oh, you’re being such a tease!”

“What is my mom doing?” the girl asked, squirming.

“Just… just…” I struggled to think as the pleasure burned across my mind. My fingers kneaded her muscles, working on their own as my body spasmed. “Oh, damn, that’s a good one! A good pic. So good.”

“Yeah, she likes showing off cat pics.”

“Yes, yes, I’m a big fan of pussy… cats, too!” I moaned, my snatch clenching. “Your mother just adores mine.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Olivia. “Her pussycat is just gorgeous. She’ll have to show you, honey.”

I quivered as my orgasm peaked through me. My eyes fluttered. I sucked in breaths, fighting more whimpers as Olivia licked and lapped through my sensitive folds. She gathered up my cream while my fingers worked down her daughter’s thighs.

I descended into the buzzing afterglow as I finished massaging Phillipa’s legs, my hips wiggling back and forth as Olivia’s tongue darted through my folds. She stirred me up. My breasts rose and fell, my head dizzy from the rapture.

“Okay,” I moaned. “Just roll over.”

“Um,” the girl said as her mother popped her head out from beneath me. Olivia licked her lips, sticky with my juices. “What about my… my…?”

“Boobies?” I asked her. “I’ve seen tits before. I’ve got a big pair myself. Don’t be shy. I have to massage your front, and that includes your chest. So just roll over.”

“Okay, she whimpered.

I lifted up her towel, flashing her naked rump. Her mother licked her lips again, quivering. Then the girl turned over, her bush a delicious, trimmed patch on her pubic mound. I could see a hint of her slit before I settled her towel down. Her small breasts quivered. They were cute, little mounds with the same shade of dusky-pink nipples as her mother.

Her hands covered them a moment later, hiding her erect nipples. Her cheeks were scarlet. She shifted on the bed, her dark eyes blinking. I smiled at her as I grabbed her wrists and gently pulled them away.

“I need to massage your chest,” I told her. “Don’t be ashamed. Your breasts are cute. Right, Mom?”

“Right,” Olivia purred. She licked her lips again. “They’re adorable, Phillipa.”

“Mom,” groaned the girl in that embarrassed way.

I shuddered as I drizzled the massage oil up and down her body, letting it fall in the valley between her little hillocks. She squirmed, the amber liquid pooling across her tan skin. Her breasts were paler, as well as her crotch. You could see those tan lines.

They were gorgeous.

My hands started on her belly. She sucked in her breath and smiled. Then a chortle burst from her lips as I worked across her stomach. I felt her abdominal muscles twitching as she squirmed. A smile grew on my lips.

She giggled again, a squeal of girlish delight.

“Ticklish?” I asked.

She nodded, her thighs rubbing together. “I just feel… more sensitive.”

“That’s the wonder of a massage,” said Olivia, her cheeks as scarlet as her daughters. Her hands rubbed her own belly while her hips wiggled. I spotted a bead of her juices running down her thigh. She wasn’t wearing panties beneath her skirt.

Naughty, naughty.

My hands slid up the daughter’s torso to her breasts. “Let me work up here then.” I smiled. “Massage around your cute breasts.”

“Um… okay,” the girl said. “I really don’t have any strain there.”

“There is always some stress in the pectoral muscles,” I said. “Just because you have boobs doesn’t mean you don’t have muscles beneath them that need love.”

Olivia moaned, “Yes!”

She watched my hands with glassy eyes. I worked around her daughter’s small breasts, my fingers nudging the side of them. Phillipa’s nipples thrust hard from her areolas, discs no bigger than a nickel. The girl squirmed as my fingers caressed the sides of her tits, digging into her firm flesh.

Breasts were full of nerve endings. It wasn’t just the nipples that were sensitive. I read that women had the same number of nerve endings, on average, no matter the size of their boobs. So small titties had those nerve endings clustered closer together. You could stimulate more of them at once.

It made their breasts more sensitive to touch. To massages. And every guy with any experience knew the way into a girl’s panties was titty play. You get those nerves firing, and her pussy will ache for attention.

My fingers swept over her breasts, then I kneaded at the base of those firm titties. I glanced at the mother, both my hands squeezing her daughter’s tits. Olivia’s own hands wandered lower, rubbing at her pubic mound, almost cupping her pussy through her skirt.

“Um…” the girl whimpered. “You’re really… uh… You’re really touching my tits.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, my fingers digging into her firm flesh. The oily pads of my digits climbed higher, almost touching her areolas. “I’m massaging the muscles beneath. I have to play with your tits. Your mother didn’t mind.”

“Not one bit,” moaned Olivia. “Just relax.”

My fingers brushed the girl’s areolas. She gasped as I stroked around them. Her nipples were so fat and hard. My fingers brushed them. My oiled digits rubbed them back and forth. Phillipa gasped, her eyes widening.

“Wait, wait!” she moaned, her body trembling. “Oh… oh… Mom, Mom! She’s playing with my nipples. I… I…”

“Shhh,” purred Olivia, her hands pressing into her crotch now. “It’s okay. She’s giving you a full massage. This is why you’re here.”

Olivia leaned over and captured her daughter’s lips in an incestuous kiss. Phillipa gasped into her mother’s lips. Her back arched. I twisted her nipples, playing and massaging them. A hot shudder ran through me as Olivia thrust her tongue into her daughter’s mouth. They swirled around, dueling and playing with each other.

My pussy clenched. It must be wonderful to kiss your own daughter. I didn’t have any children with Clint, his only sister he hadn’t bred. I licked my lips, watching Olivia love her daughter. The MILF groaned as she kissed her own flesh and blood.

The girl shuddered. My right hand abandoned her breast. I had to make sure this girl surrendered. She whimpered, still bewildered. My hand darted beneath the towel. I slid through her bush and cupped her pussy.

I rubbed her hot flesh. She moaned into her mother’s kiss. Her back arched again. Her thighs clamped around my hand, squeezing tight. I licked my lips as I massaged up and down her vulva. I caressed her, teased her.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Mmm, just relax. Enjoy the massage. Enjoy bonding with your mother.”

Phillipa whimpered. Her thighs squeezed tighter about my hand. Her own shot down to grab my wrist, gripping me with iron fingers. The other spasmed as her mother kept kissing her. My fingers caressed up and down her slit, parting her folds, brushing her delicious heat. I caressed over a hymen, teasing it as the girl shuddered into her mother’s mouth.

Her juices flowed. I loved it. My fingers caressed up to her nub, massaging her little bud. I stroked it. She whimpered. I caressed it in slow circles, her juices hot and sticky on my fingers. A tart musk filled my nose, different from my own passion. Not as strong as mine, a lighter tart scent.

I smiled, knowing Phillipa was tasting my juices on her mother’s lips.

“Just relax and enjoy,” I purred, rubbing my finger faster. Her hand tightened on my wrist, nails biting into my flesh. Her breasts quivered. My left hand twisted her oiled nipple, my digits gliding around the hard bud. “Mmm, love your mother.”

Her mother groaned and kissed her with hunger. Olivia didn’t relent. Her hand grabbed her daughter’s free breast, squeezing it. Phillipa moaned. Her mother’s fingers caressed the glistening mound, sliding up to that dark-pink nipple.

She grasped it.

Phillipa moaned.

Her thighs relaxed. Her fingernails stopped digging into my wrists. The girl’s legs parted. She whimpered now. I caught flashes of her tongue brushing her mother’s. She kissed back, surrendering to the lesbian, incestuous delight.

I smiled, my pussy aching for another orgasm. I rubbed harder at her bud. I licked my lips, eager to taste a virgin pussy. How long had it been since I had a virgin cunt? Not since my girlfriend, Stefani, and I became lovers. Not since that first fumbling time before we took each other’s cherries.

I shuddered in delight, knowing my girlfriend was massaging another woman in this building, maybe making her cum, too.

Phillipa squealed. Her body spasmed on the table. Her hot juices bathed across my fingertips. I groaned in delight, loving the feel of her cream soaking my digits. I kept massaging her as she trembled through her orgasm.

“Mmm, yes, yes, that’s the relaxing delight we offer here,” I moaned, my hand working beneath the towel, diddling her.

Olivia broke the kiss, staring into her daughter’s eyes. “Are you cumming?”

“Yes!” the girl moaned. “Mom, Mom, what’s going on? Oh, wow, I’m cumming, but… but…”

Her mother kissed her again. Their lips melted together. I shuddered and pulled my fingers from beneath the towel. I sucked on my sticky fingers while my free hand threw the concealing towel to the side, exposing a soaked, brown bush. I savored the light, tart musk of the girl.

I had to lick her virgin twat.

I slipped out of my robe, exposing my busty body, then I mounted the bed. I smiled as mother and daughter were kissing each other. I paused, admiring the sight, this ache swelling in my belly. I rubbed my stomach as I watched them love each other.

Then I shook my head and stared down at that virgin twat.

Licking my lips, I leaned over. My brassy hair spilled over Phillipa’s tanned thighs while my breasts pillowed against my legs. My arms hugged her legs, pulling her furred muff to my lips. I flicked my tongue across her folds, brushing her hymen and then grazing her clit.

Phillipa bucked and broke the kiss with her mom. She stared down my body in astonishment. “Mom, Mom, she’s eating my pussy.”

“Mmm, I know,” Olivia said, her fingers unzipping the back of her dress. “She ate mine last week. And I ate hers.”

“While she massaged you?” the girl groaned.

“Yes, and while she was massaging you,” the naughty MILF said, her round breasts coming into view as she slipped her arms out of her dress and wiggled the garment down her body. She came prepared. “I ate her out and made her cum. She tasted good. I wonder whose cum was in her.”

I lifted my head. “My brother. He’s the only guy I fuck.”

Olivia shuddered and licked her lips while Phillipa’s eyes goggled. “But… but… what about Dad?”

“Don’t worry about that,” the mother said as she climbed onto the table, straddling her daughter’s head. “Just copy what Zoey’s doing to your pussy on mine. Eat Mommy’s cunt. I’ve been thinking about this all week since Zoey put the idea in my mind. Just imagining you eating me.”

“Yes, yes,” I groaned, my lips pressed tight into Phillipa’s furry muff while her mother lowered herself, settling her own dark bush on her daughter’s lips. “I love eating my mother’s cunt.”

Olivia groaned as she settled herself on her daughter’s lips. This wave of naughty heat shot through me. My right hand darted between my thighs. As my tongue danced over Phillipa’s virgin twat, I buried all four of my fingers into my hot pussy.

There was no holding back. I plundered my cunt as I witnessed true incest between mother and daughter. Olivia gasped and shuddered, her round breasts swaying. The older woman ground her pussy on her daughter’s hungry mouth.

I loved it. My pussy clenched on my own fingers plunging in and out of my twat. I thrust them inside. This wave of heat shot through me. It was incredible to share in their incest. To facilitate this forbidden expression of love.

I grew dizzy just from the sight. My tongue fluttered through the daughter’s folds. I licked and lapped at her. I drank her virgin juices. My tongue caressed her labia and clit. I teased her. I licked through her pussy lips. This heat spilled through my body.

My hips wiggled from side to side. I thrust my fingers in and out of my twat. Hard plunges that stimulated my pussy walls. Tingles rippled through me. I moaned into Olivia’s virgin twat. I lapped up her tart juices as they flooded out of her. I devoured her passion, licking up all the cream as the rapture built in my cunt.

“Yes, yes, lick me!” gasped Olivia. “Oh, this is so wonderful. That’s where you came from, honey! You came from my pussy!”

I smiled, loving the fact that she was getting off on her daughter. She ground on Phillipa’s face, the MILF smearing her hot cunt against her daughter’s hungry mouth. Phillipa moaned as she licked and lapped at her mother’s twat. The girl’s thighs squeezed around my face, holding me to her cunt as she feasted on her mother’s.

“Mom!” groaned Phillipa. “Oh, wow, Mom! That’s… that’s…”

“Uh-huh,” whimpered Olivia. “Eat me! Yes, yes, just like that. I’m going to cum! Oh, your mouth feels incredible. You’re making me feel amazing.”

The incestuous passion made my pussy burn hotter. My orgasm swelled through me. I plundered my fingers in and out of my cunt as fast as I could. I churned myself up, driving myself toward that explosive orgasm. I groaned, my cunt clenching around my four digits. This heat billowed through my body. A wave of rapture washed through my body.

I moaned, my heart pounding in my chest. Blood pumped hot through my body. I sucked on Phillipa’s clit. I nibbled on her bud while the girl whimpered into her mother’s cunt. The MILF moaned in delight, her boobs jiggling, her face twisting in pleasure.

“Oh, you’re going to make your mother cum!” she gasped. Her left hand fondled her daughter’s breast, wedding ring flashing. “Yes, yes, work that tongue into my cunt. Oh, Phillipa, baby! Yes, yes! Make me cum! Make your mother cum!”

“Do it!” I moaned between sucks on the girl’s clit.

Juices coated my lips. They trickled down my chin as Phillipa shuddered. She humped against me as she feasted on her mother. Her hands clutched her mother’s thighs, pulling her down. The girl feasted with an eagerness.

She threw herself into the incestuous, sapphic pleasure. It was such a hot treat to witness. I groaned, my pussy burning hotter and hotter. I wiggled my hips back and forth, this pleasure swelling and swelling inside of me.

My tongue fluttered around the girl’s clit. I loved it. Sucked on it. She squealed into her mother’s cunt as I nibbled on it with my lips. Her juices flowed stronger. Her tart passion coated my tongue. It was such a treat to experience.

My fingers clung to her thighs. I gripped her tight as she trembled.

Olivia squeezed both of her daughter’s tits now. The naughty mother kneaded those oily mounds. A wild look appeared in Olivia’s dark eyes. She threw back her head. Her round breasts heaved. She cried out in rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “Oh, Phillipa, baby, I love you! You’re making me cum!”

“You taste so good, Mom!” the girl moaned.

“Lick up my juices!” the MILF panted. Her face twisted in incestuous rapture.

Then the daughter squealed. Her thighs clamped about my head as her tart juices gushed out of her virgin depths. I licked up the cream. My tongue flew up and down her folds. Her silky pubic hair rubbed against my cheeks and chin. Her musk filled my nose.

My cunt clenched down around my thrusting fingers. My four digits stretched my twat to the limits. Mother and daughter moaned in their shared rapture. The massage table creaked and groaned. My hips wiggled.

“Fuck!” I moaned. This envious delight shot through my body. My eyes fluttered. “Oh, yes, yes!”

Pleasure exploded in my cunt.

I howled my rapture into Phillipa’s twat.

My pussy convulsed around my four digits. I plunged them in and out of my twat. I stirred myself up. The rapture burned across my mind. My head tossed back and forth as the pleasure burned through my body. I groaned, my heart thudding hard in my chest. I sucked on the girl’s clit, moaning about it as my mind drowned in bliss.

“Oh, Phillipa, baby!” the MILF moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that was amazing!”

“Mom!” cooed the girl. “Ooh, Mom, you tasted amazing. That was hot. I can’t believe it.”

“Mmm, believe it,” the MILF purred.

I lifted my head, stars bursting in my eyes. I trembled, my tits heaving as my orgasm peaked in me. The MILF leaned over and seized my brassy hair. She kissed me hard while my fingers jammed deep into my cunt.

Olivia tasted her daughter’s pussy on my mouth. Her tongue darted around my lips as I kissed her. I whimpered in delight, sharing that incestuous treat with this sexy mother. My orgasm died into buzzing rapture, leaving me trembling and shuddering.

I wasn’t surprised when Olivia broke the kiss to bury her face in her daughter’s pussy.

I slipped off the table, my legs feeling rubbery. I grabbed my robe and left the mother and daughter to love each other, both feasting on the other with an incestuous hunger. Phillipa’s hand gripped her mother’s plump ass.

Dressed, I slipped out into the hallway. I padded down to the reception area. Lee twitched at her desk, her hips squirming, the vibrator still buzzing away inside of her. She looked up at me with glassy eyes.

“Don’t disturb the clients in Room 8,” I said. “They’re going to be a while.”

“Hot,” Lee said. “Mmm, there’s a woman in Room 6. She’s blindfolded and eager for her massage, though she’s a little disappointed that Carmelita isn’t available.”

“Oh?” I asked. Carmelita was Juana’s sister-slave. “Right, right, Carmelita’s taking their daughters to a doctor’s appointment.”

“I told the client I’d send in our next masseuse. She’s eager for it.” Lee winked. “You might just want to drop pretenses with her.”

I giggled. “Got you.”

I sauntered back down the hallway, loving my job. I passed Room 8, hearing the faint sounds of incest bleeding through the walls, then reached Room 6. I was about to open the door when Stefani emerged from her room with a happy woman following after.

I winked at my fiery-haired girlfriend. She winked back and ran her tongue across her lips, her tongue stud flashing. She was a wild one in bed. She smacked my rump as she passed, a hot flutter shooting through me.

I opened the door, my nipples on fire. The blindfolded client was already naked. This was a wicked massage we offered. The woman couldn’t see what we would do to her body. It aroused the senses. It was dim in the room to keep any light from bleeding through the sleeping mask she wore. The scent of lilac filled the air.

She purred in delight. “Are you going to play with me?”

There was something familiar about the voice. I frowned, staring at the woman. She had red hair that spilled about her head. Her breasts were round. She rubbed her belly, a wedding ring flashing on her hand.

A diamond flanked by two sapphires set in a platinum band, not a gold one. I knew that ring. Knew that hair. That voice.

That was Stefani’s mother. My jaw dropped. Stefani’s mother was a hardcore Christian. Her entire family was. My hips wiggled from side to side. This naughty heat poured through me. My hands clenched and relaxed.

Anger surged through me. Stefani’s parents hated the fact she was my girlfriend. They didn’t speak to her. My fingers clenched, aching to throttle the woman. Then an idea popped into my head. “How would you like two masseuses for the price of one?”

To be continued…

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