Incestuous Flesh Massage Chapter 3: Massaging the Blindfolded Mommy by mypenname3000

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Three: Massaging the Blindfolded Mommy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

I couldn’t believe the sight of the naked woman in the blindfold sitting on the massage table.

It wasn’t that she was naked, or that she was blindfolded, that had me shocked. It was who she was. Mrs. Armstrong, the ultra-Christian mother of my girlfriend, Stefani. The woman who disapproved of our relationship was coming to the massage parlor I worked at. The Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor was a special place where our female clients could get special massages.

Titty massages. Vulva massages. Nuru massages, were we used our bodies to caress theirs. And if the client and the masseuse just happened to want to go farther, for no extra charge, and that farther delight just happened to end in sex, well, that was okay.

As long as we didn’t charge for it we skirted a gray area in the law.

I never thought Mrs. Armstrong would be a regular. She had come here several times, massaged by the submissive Carmelita.

“Ooh, I would like that,” Mrs. Armstrong said to my offer to fetch a second masseuse. “I need such a release today.”

I still couldn’t believe it, but I had this wild idea. It was utterly depraved. It was incredible. It was just such a wicked one. My pussy boiled as it swept through me. I hadn’t seen Mrs. Armstrong in years. She clearly didn’t recognize my voice.

I loved this.

“I’ll be right back,” I purred as I strolled out of the room.

My juices dripped down my thighs. My nipples rubbed against the thin silk of my robe. It was pastel and short, clinging to my upper thighs and hugging my rump. My brassy hair fell down my thighs as I rushed to the lobby where I knew my girlfriend would be.

I burst into the lobby, my younger half-sister Lee squirming as she manned the reception desk. She had a vibrator or a butt plug in her buzzing away, controlled remotely by our brother. My girlfriend, Stefani, was hugging her latest client. They broke apart.

“Oh, I needed that,” purred the client, an older woman with black hair. She beamed, her cheeks flushed. Then she spun around and sauntered out.

“Bye,” Stefani said, waving at her. My girlfriend was a fiery-haired redhead, a brighter shade than her mother’s darker red. Stefani whirled, dimples shining in her cheeks as she smiled at me. Her green eyes had a naughty glint, her nipples hard against her breasts. “Hey, Yunie.”

I smiled. While my name was Zoey, Stefani called me Yunie. We had been friends for years and had our own private nicknames. Yunie was short for unicorn, something I used to be really obsessed with. I even had a tattoo of a unicorn galloping across my pudenda above my pussy.

“You free, Dandi, because I want you to tag team a client with me,” I said. Dandi, short for Dandelion, was my nickname for Stefani.

“That blindfolded woman?” Lee asked, squirming back and forth on her chair. Her hands gripped the desk as she fought against her own orgasm. She could only cum with permission. Fighting her orgasms was something Lee loved. “Is she paying extra?”

“Oh, no, this is all my idea,” I said. I glanced at Stefani. “Well, you free?”

“What is going on?” my girlfriend asked, her voice a naughty purr. She sauntered toward me. Her breasts jiggled beneath her robe. “Huh? What naughty idea are you thinking about?”

“It’s your mother,” I said. “The blindfolded woman is your mother.”

Stefani blinked. Then she shook her head. “No way.”

“Yup, she’s a regular.”

“There’s no fucking way,” Stefani groaned. “My mother?”

“She’s been here a few times with Carmelita,” I told her. “She’s in there, naked, just eager to be ‘massaged.’”

Stefani’s jaw dropped.

“I know.”

My girlfriend shook her head. “Surely she recognized you.”

“She’s blindfolded,” I said. “I guess it’s her thing. Not seeing who’s massaging her.”

“Probably thinks it doesn’t make it cheating or homosexuality or something,” muttered Stefani. Then her eyes brightened. “Holy shit, she won’t know she’s committing incest with me.”

“Yep!”

“I’ll be right back!” Stefani gasped. She rushed out of the lobby.

“Oh, my god,” groaned Lee. “This is so hot. You guys are so lucky. I wish I could join in.”

“Nope,” I said, grinning at her. “Clint agreed to let you be our receptionist, not to have fun having sex all day.”

“I know,” she groaned. Her black hair swayed about her face. Her cheeks burned bright. “Ooh, I’m going to have such an orgasm when Master lets me.” She bounced on her seat, suddenly looking young again, that pixyish brat that Clint had to tame when he took over the family four years ago.

I winked at her, glad she was having fun.

Stefani burst back in with two sex toys in hand. In one, she gripped a strap-on dildo, pink and fleshy attached to a black harness, and the other was a strapless vibrator, a U-shaped, purple object where one end thrust into your pussy and the other end thrust out to fuck the lucky lady.

She shoved the strapless dildo at me. It was a naughty vibrator, the button controlling it on the bottom of the U. I shuddered as Stefani threw off her robe, her round breasts bursting into sight. Her dandelion tattoo on her shaved pudenda looked so bright and cheery. Her gold nipple rings glinted as she stepped into the harness. She drew it up her thighs, her tits swaying and bouncing.

I grinned and opened my robes, my nipples hard atop my large breasts. I spread my thighs apart and pressed the dildo’s bulbous end into my pussy. I groaned as it slid into my cunt. It was just such a treat. My snatch squeezed around the end. This delicious treat burned through me.

My hips wiggled back and forth. My breasts swayed and jiggled. My pussy clenched around the end. It was incredible to feel it thrusting into me. I gripped it, the purple end thrusting from my crotch, almost bumping the fleshy dildo Stefani wore.

“Well, shall we go ‘massage’ my mother?” asked Stefani, arching her eyebrows.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my pussy squeezing around the toy.

I grabbed Stefani’s hand and led her out of the reception room. We headed down the hallway and reached Room 8, passing the room where I left Olivia and her daughter making love. Now I would get to enjoy witnessing more mother/daughter incest this day.

It was a delicious delight. I loved eating out my mother’s cunt. I was so glad my sister would get that thrill.

My free hand rubbed my belly for a moment, a warmth flushing through me. Then I opened the door and we slipped inside. Mrs. Armstrong still lay on the bed, blindfolded, her hands folded over her belly. She was in great shape for a woman in her mid-forties. She had round breasts, a thick bush adorned between her thighs. She had fat, dark-red nipples and wide areolas that begged to be sucked and played with.

“Sorry for taking so long,” I purred. “Dandi and I are going to massage you.”

“Oh, yes,” Stefani said, lowering her voice to a sultry purr. “Yunie and I will take great care of you.”

“Oh, wonderful,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “I need this so much. The last few days have been so stressful. My husband…” She brushed her hand, adjusting her wedding ring. “And at church… I just need a release.”

I licked my lips. “So, maybe we should just start with a vulva massage,” I said. “Using only our mouths.”

“Oh, yes,” Stefani’s mother moaned.

Stefani shook her head. She glanced at me and mouthed, “Dyke!”

I nodded my head. Her mother wanted us to eat her out. This was hot. I shuddered, eager to share this pussy with the woman I loved. To devour her mother with her. I licked my lips. I headed to the massage table, the dildo shifting inside my cunt. I reached Mrs. Armstrong and mounted the massage table. Stefani joined me, the table creaking and groaning.

It was just such a delight. We made sure to buy tables that could support these sort of naughty actions. Nothing cheap.

I shuddered as I pressed my shoulder against Stefani’s. We leaned down, our cheeks rubbed together. They caressed each other as we leaned lower and lower. The scent of her mother’s tangy pussy, a scent so familiar to me, filled my nose.

My mouth salivated.

Our faces nuzzled into the silky bush. Mrs. Armstrong’s juices adorned her hairs. My tongue darted through the married woman’s cunt. I tasted the flavor of my lover’s mother. I groaned at this rush as Stefani’s tongue joined me, taking her first lick of her mother.

Her first taste of incest.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. “Ooh, two of you. And one of you has something…”

“Tongue stud,” Stefani purred and then licked again, her tongue caressing mine.

We stroked through her folds. We caressed her folds. Our tongues darted around each other as we caressed her. The delicious MILF’s juices coated my tongue. My lips. This was amazing. My cheek rubbed against Stefani’s as we devoured her mother’s twat.

This wild rush shot through me. It was heady as I shared in this incestuous moment. My cunt clenched around the dildo. My hips wiggled, brushing Stefani’s. I moaned in delight, savoring the tangy flavor as I “massaged” the MILF with my tongue.

“Ooh, you two are so relaxing,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. She slid her hands up her stomach up to her breasts. She squeezed her tits. Her groans echoed around the room. The bed creaked. “That’s nice.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted. “Just let us relax you. Mmm, you’re going to cum so hard.”

“I hope so,” she groaned, her hands kneading her breasts.

Stefani shuddered beside me. She let out a throaty groan. She pressed her lips tight against her mother’s pussy. Mrs. Armstrong gasped. Her back arched as my girlfriend thrust her tongue deep into her mother’s snatch.

My own cunt clenched around the dildo, gripping it. I knew how amazing it was to have Stefani’s tongue, with that naughty tongue stud, swirling around inside of me. Mrs. Armstrong gasped, not realizing it was her daughter eating her out and giving her this building, lesbian rapture.

I smiled and latched my lips around the MILF’s clit, sucking hard, my cheek rubbing on Stefani’s.

“Oh, my gosh,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “Oh, shoot, that’s good. Oh, yes, yes, get that tongue deep in my pussy. Oh, that tongue stud is naughty. Oh, I’m going to cum. And keep sucking my clit. You two are so naughty!”

My cheeks hollowed. I worshiped her. I sucked and nibbled on her bud. She trembled, the massage bed creaking. Stefani moaned beside me as her mother gasped. Mrs. Armstrong shuddered. Her hands kneaded my breasts. They dug into my tits. They twisted my nipples.

It was incredible. I was so glad I could do this. I stared up the blindfolded woman’s body. Her breasts heaved. Her tongue flicked across her lips. Her head tossed back and forth. She moaned and shuddered.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. I knew that sound. She just had her first incestuous orgasm.

And didn’t know it!

I sucked and nibbled on her clit as her tangy juices spilled over my chin. I licked and lapped at her. Stefani’s mother gasped and moaned. Her back arched. Her breasts heaved. Her head tossed back and forth as she screamed out in rapture.

“Oh, gosh, that’s good!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! Just… I need this! I need this so much!”

I fluttered my tongue against her clit. I sucked and nibbled. My pussy clenched around my dildo. My breasts jiggled. It was just such a treat. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds, brushing Stefani’s as we lapped up her juices.

Mrs. Armstrong’s back arched. She let out a final moan, and then she collapsed. She panted, mewling in delight, her cheeks flushed. She licked her lips. I smiled, knowing that she just had a wild time.

“So we have donned special massaging tools,” I purred, lifting my head up. “Ones designed to reach deep into your pussy and massage all those inner muscles.”

“Yes, they get stressed, too,” moaned Stefani. “Especially after orgasms. We recommend it strongly.”

“Oh, my,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. “Ooh, that sounds like something I need.”

“And,” I said, grinning at Stefani, “we found it’s useful if our client keeps her mouth busy. It’s the only way to massage your tongue, you know. You have to use it on one of us.”

“You’ll have to give one of us a vulva massage with your tongue,” Stefani purred, her voice such a low and sultry delight. “Have you ever done that?”

“Once,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “With Carmelita last time. I… I had to… to… massage her back.”

“Why don’t you massage Dandi while I take care of your pussy,” I purred. “I’m wearing a vibrating model. It’ll be quite stimulating for you.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Armstrong gasped.

I glanced at Stefani and grinned at her. She kissed me hard. She thrust her tongue into my mouth while the tangy flavor of her mother’s pussy seasoned our passion. It was intoxicating to share this incestuous delight. To experience this rapture.

Our tongues danced together. We caressed each other. It was a wild experience. My heart pounded as she kissed me. Her tongue stud rubbed against the top of the roof of my mouth. It was such a hot treat.

Stefani broke the kiss and mouthed, “I love you.”

I winked at her.

“Now we just need you to roll over onto your hands and knees,” I said. “That way I can massage your body while taking care of your pussy.”

“Ooh, yes,” Mrs. Armstrong said.

She rolled over onto her hands and knees while Stefani slipped off the table and headed around to the other end, and hopped up on the front. She had this huge grin on her face. She grabbed her fleshy strap-on and pulled it up, giving her mother access to that tasty pussy. Stefani’s breasts quivered, her gold nipple rings gleaming.

“Mmm, just follow that tangy scent,” I purred as I stroked Mrs. Armstrong’s rump. I squeezed her ass, digging into her butt-cheeks. “Lower your head, and you’ll find her shaved snatch. Just massage her vulva while I massage your pussy.”

Stefani nodded her head. Her breasts jiggled. She whimpered and grabbed her mother’s dark-red hair. Stefani pulled her mother’s head down. My lover shuddered as she rubbed her mother’s face into her pussy. Mrs. Armstrong groaned and trembled as she nuzzled into her daughter’s snatch.

She licked. She tasted incest for the first time.

“Oh, yes, yes, just massage her,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around the vibrator. This was incredible. “Just lick that snatch. Just eat her. You’re going to feast on her until she explodes. Ooh, massage her.”

“Massage me!” moaned Stefani in that throaty voice. Her breasts jiggled. She grinned at me. I could see the joy in her eyes.

She was finally living out one of her fantasies. She had her mother feasting on her. I smiled, just watching her enjoy this. I was caught up in the beauty of their taboo love. Mrs. Armstrong had no idea she feasted on the product of her womb.

My hand rubbed my stomach as I watched, this ache swelling in me. This wonderful warmth. I groaned, my pussy juices dribbled down my thighs. I licked my lips, tasting that pussy, so similar to Stefani’s musk.

“Ooh, yes, yes, right there,” groaned Stefani. “That’s it. And Yunie, you got to massage her pussy.”

“Right, right,” I said.

I reached down the shaft of the dildo, finding the buzzing switch. I flipped it up. This pleasure surged through my body. The bulbous end vibrator hummed inside my snatch. Pleasure rippled through my cunt. I squeezed around the naughty toy, drinking it in.

“You hear that buzzing?” I moaned. “Mmm, that’s going to stir you up.”

“Yes, yes, stir it up!” moaned Stefani. “Pound her!”

I licked my lips. I brought the buzzing tip of the vibrator to Mrs. Armstrong’s married pussy. This prudish, Christian woman had frowned so much on my relationship with Stefani. Her parents had cut her out of their lives, and it turned out her mother was a secret lesbian.

I wanted to spank her for being a dirty bitch, but it was more fun watching her eat her daughter while I fucked her from behind. I pressed the tip of my dildo against the folds of her pussy. Her dark-red bush caressed the tip. She moaned.

“Yes, yes, massage my pussy!” she moaned. “Oh, gosh, yes, yes! Just massage me! I need it! I need it so badly.”

I thrust into her depths. The vibrator buzzed against my clit. It sent pleasure through my body. It rippled out of me. My heart pounded in my chest. I gripped her hips as I sent that dildo into her cunt. My crotch smacked into her rump. My breasts bounced before me.

I shuddered and Mrs. Armstrong moaned. She groaned into her daughter’s snatch while her hips wiggled back and forth. She shifted the dildo in her cunt and mind. It was this incredible rush. My pussy drank it in. It flooded through me. My fingers dug into her flesh. I whimpered and groaned. Rapture rippled through me.

My breasts swayed. I whimpered. The dildo churned my pussy up. It was a wonderful delight to feel that buzzing in me. I drew back the shaft. It emerged soaked in her juices. She moaned louder and louder, feasting on Stefani.

Stefani’s face twisted with her bliss. Her round breasts jiggled and the dildo she wore jiggled. She grinned at me. She flicked her tongue across her lips. “That’s it. Ooh, yes, yes, that’s it. Isn’t that a wonderful treat?”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “Ooh, you taste so good. Mmm, this is a wonderful massage.”

“Really dig your tongue in me,” Stefani panted. “Just like that. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re stimulating me. Oh, wow, that’s it. Work that tongue in me, you naughty, lesbian slut.”

“Mmm, such a slut for pussy!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned, her voice throaty.

Stefani beamed at me. I grinned back, knowing she would be having so much fun with her mother in the future. I was so happy for her. I couldn’t wait for the big reveal. I thrust back into her mother. I fucked her, pounded her. Gave her pleasure.

Mrs. Armstrong moaned. Her butt-cheeks rippled as I thrust into her again and again. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She undulated her hips. The end in my cunt moved inside of me. It stimulated me as it buzzed.

My cunt drank it in.

I slammed into her, my tits heaving. Pleasure rippled through me. This wonderful delight. My juices dribbled down my thighs. I groaned, my hands clenching and relaxing. This heat burned through my body. My eyes squeezed shut as this delicious rapture shot through me. I groaned and gasped, fucking her harder, faster. I buried my dildo into her pussy’s depths.

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “Ooh, massage my pussy. That’s amazing. I’m going to have another relaxing delight.”

“Going to cum like the lezzie slut you are!” groaned Stefani. She gripped her mother’s hair and rubbed the MILF’s head up and down. Stefani smeared her mother’s face into her own pussy, the fleshy dildo swaying before Stefani’s stomach. I loved the sight. “Yes, you are!”

“So hard!” Mrs. Armstrong groaned.

“Eat her,” I moaned, my tits heaving as I pounded the MILF. My cunt gripped the buzzing delight. “Yes, yes, just eat that snatch. You love it!”

“So good!” the MILF moaned as she ate her daughter. “She tastes so good. So hot. So silky.”

“Yes, yes, make me cum!” moaned Stefani, her voice throaty. She was keeping it up, hiding her identity.

It was so hot. My orgasm swelled through me, and not just from the buzzing delight. I rammed into her depths. I slammed deep into her cunt. The dildo shifted around inside of me. The humming bliss massaged me. It sent delight surging through me.

My clit twitched and throbbed.

My nipples ached.

My hands rubbed up and down her body. I stroked her sides. I caressed her. I massaged her. I slammed into her. I buried over and over into her. I rammed into her depths. I fucked her. The pleasure rippled through my body. It was incredible. It was this amazing treat.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to make us cum, you lezzie slut!” I moaned, my hands finding Mrs. Armstrong’s tits. “That’s why you came here!”

“I’m addicted to it!” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “You masseuses are so sexy! I love it. Ooh, your pussy tastes so good, Dandi!”

“Just feast on me!” howled Stefani, her face twisting. “Oh, yes, yes, just keep licking me. Get that tongue in me. I’m going to explode in your mouth.”

“Yes!” I shuddered, my heart hammering in my chest. It pumped pleasure through my body. “You’re going to come back again and again. You’re going to love us making your body explode!”

“Gosh, yes!” she moaned, rocking back into my thrusts. “I’m so close!”

“Just suck on my clit and make me cum!” moaned Stefani. Her green eyes met mine, glassy as she stared at me. I could see it in her eyes, what she was thinking: My mother is about to make me explode.

“Make Dandi cum!” I howled, thrusting to the hilt in the married woman’s cunt.

“Yes!” moaned Mrs. Armstrong, the massage table creaking.

Stefani’s eyes widened.

She threw back her head and cried out her pleasure. I knew her juices were flooding her mother’s mouth. Mrs. Armstrong drank down the incestuous flood. I slammed into the married woman as I listened to her licking and lapping at my girlfriend’s pussy.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” howled Stefani.

Then Mrs. Armstrong gasped out in delight. She trembled. Then she moaned into her daughter’s pussy. Her juices gushed around the shaft and bathed my shaved snatch and thighs. That scent of tart cream filled my nose.

They were both cumming. Mother and daughter. It was such a beautiful sight. It was amazing to witness. I licked my lips, my breasts heaving as I rammed the vibrating dildo into Mrs. Armstrong’s cunt, the other hand massaging my depths.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as my orgasm exploded through me. “You’re our lezzie slut!”

“I am!” the Christian mother moaned.

My pussy convulsed around the vibrating dildo. I squeezed her breasts as the shock wave of rapture slammed into my mind. Stars exploded across my eyes. Waves of darkness swept across my vision. My head swayed. I groaned, my nipples throbbing, aching.

This amazing delight burned through me. Juices spilled down my thighs. My cream flooded out of me. The massaging bliss sent pleasure through me over and over. I came again and again, drinking in this rapturous sight.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Stefani moaned, grinding her cunt into her mother’s mouth. Her dildo bobbed and waved above her. “Ooh, you naughty slut! We’re going to give you more bliss. I’m going fuck you, too!”

“I want that!” the blindfolded woman moaned. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring the other end of the vibrating dildo around inside of me. “I want you to keep massaging me.”

“And you have to lick Yunie’s pussy now,” groaned Stefani. “You have to devour her, too. This was all her idea.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned the MILF.

My pleasure peaked in me. I felt a rush of pure ecstasy as I realized Mrs. Armstrong would eat my cunt. I shuddered in delight. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to savor this moment. Stars burned across my vision. My breasts bounced and swayed. My tits jiggled back and forth.

I ripped the vibrator out of Mrs. Armstrong’s cunt. I gasped and moaned, my body buzzing. I yanked it out of my cunt. It was soaked in our juices as it buzzed around on the table. I groaned and shook my head, blinking as I came down from my orgasmic high.

Stefani grinned at me, arching her eyebrows.

I winked back.

“Mmm, roll over,” I told her. “I’m going to sit on your face and just drown you in juices.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. She raised her head, her blindfold still secure, a black mask covering her eyes. Her daughter’s juices ran down her chin. Stefani had drenched her.

What a delicious sight.

“I don’t even know what you two look like,” moaned the MILF. “I love this blind massage. It’s just wicked, isn’t it?”

“Just wicked,” I purred, my body shuddering. “Mmm, you’re going to love this next part.”

“Big time,” Stefani said, adjusting her strap-on so the dildo covered her clit again. “I’m going to pound you hard while you eat my yummy Yunie. She’s just delicious.”

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned. “You’re going to feast on me. You’re going to devour me while getting fucked. Then we’ll take off the blindfold. Mmm, won’t that be hot to see who you’ve been loving?”

“Uh-huh,” the MILF moaned. She squirmed on her back. Her breasts jiggled and swayed. Her hands rubbed up and down her body, her wedding ring flashed.

It was so hot for Stefani to fuck the pussy that birthed her. My own cunt was on fire. I mounted the table and straddled Mrs. Armstrong’s face. I lowered my cunt to her mouth, eager for this bitchy woman to feast on me. She would repay all the grief she’d given my lover.

I grinned at Stefani as the shaved folds of my cunt pressed down on her mother’s mouth. I ground my snatch against Mrs. Armstrong. Her lips were hot on my labia. Then her tongue flicked out. A bold stroke through my pussy lips. No hesitation. My back arched as my breasts jiggled before me.

“Oh, yes, just like that, you little lezzie slut,” I moaned, squirming my hips and rubbing them back and forth across her mouth. “Just get that tongue in me.”

Mrs. Armstrong fluttered her tongue. She teased me. Caressed me. She sent such wild delights through me. I stared into my lover’s eyes as her mother devoured my cunt. I moaned, never wanting this to end.

Stefani mounted the table. She was reconnecting with one member of her bigoted family. I loved it. I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong’s tongue darted through my folds. She licked and lapped at me. This heat surged through my body. I groaned, my tits bouncing and jiggling before me.

I shuddered, loving this moment. Stefani thrust a round pillow beneath her mother’s lower back, raising the height of Mrs. Armstrong’s pussy. My lover brought that thick, fleshy dildo to her mother’s cunt. She pressed into the folds, thrusting back into her mother.

“Oh, yes, that’s big!” moaned Mrs. Armstrong into my snatch. “Mmm, yes, yes, work that in and out of me.”

“Oh, I will, slut,” my lover purred, her eyes glassy with delight. “I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“So hard,” I groaned, trembling on the bed. My hair swayed about my shoulders. My hips wiggled back and forth. This naughty delight surged through me. “Pound her hard. Just fuck that dildo in and out of her cunt.”

My lover grinned at me. She drew back her hips and then thrust into her mother again. And again. She rammed that dildo into the MILF.

I loved it. My hips wiggled back and forth. I ground on her mother’s face. I savored Mrs. Armstrong’s tongue running through my folds. She brushed my labia and clit. Sparks burst inside of me. A new, delicious orgasm built in me.

I grabbed Stefani by the back of the neck, pulling her to me. I stared into her green eyes as she rammed her dildo into her mother’s cunt. My forehead pressed into my lover’s. We moaned and gasped, our noses caressing.

“That’s it, Dandi!” I moaned. “Fuck her! Fuck that lezzie slut! Just pound your dildo into her. Ooh, you love it.”

“So much, Yunie!” groaned my lover. “I’m fucking her so hard. This is the best. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I know!” I groaned and then kissed her.

Her tongue, complete with a tongue stud, thrust into my mouth while her mother’s tongue plundered my pussy. The married MILF swirled her tongue around inside of me. She stroked me. She teased me. Pleasure rippled through my body. This wonderful heat fluttered through my cunt and then my flesh.

My hips wiggled back and forth, grinding my hot cunt on that MILF’s lovely mouth. Stefani moaned her incestuous bliss into my mouth as she fucked her mother. She thrust hard into her. I savored this moment. I loved her.

“Oh, your pussy is yummy!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “Ooh, I love it.”

Stefani giggled as she broke the kiss. “I knew you would. I love the taste of her. She’s the best.”

I smiled at her. I wanted to moan out, “Your mother is a freak! She’s devouring me.” I held back. I wanted to save the reveal for the end. So, instead, I groaned, “She’s got her tongue wiggling through me. Oh, she’s drinking all my juices.”

“Good, make her cum, Mo… Make her cum hard!” Stefani shook her head, her hips thrusting, pleasure crossing her face. “Oh, god, this is so hard to hold back.”

I grinned and kissed her again. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, muffling any outbursts she might make while fucking her mother’s cunt. I loved it, Stefani’s tongue stud rubbing hard around inside my mouth. I ground on her mother’s mouth, her tongue fluttering through my folds. She caressed me. Teased me.

I squeezed my lover’s breasts. I kneaded them. I tweaked her nipples and played with her gold ring. She moaned louder and louder into my kiss. The massage table rocked from the vigor of her strokes. She fucked her mother the way Clint pounded me.

Hard and fast.

Incestuous passion burned in the air. I was so glad Stefani could enjoy it. She groaned into the kiss. This wonderful heat surged through my body as Mrs. Armstrong’s tongue plundered into the depths of my cunt. My clit rubbed against her chin.

This wicked heat swept through me. My eyes squeezed tight. I loved this. It was incredible. Such wicked heat burned through my body. My hips ground from side to side on her. This delicious treat surged through my body.

I groaned, my tongue darting in and out of my lover’s mouth. My fingers twitched both her nipple rings. She gasped and broke the kiss. Her head snapped back. She whimpered. I could hear the passion in her voice.

“I’m getting closer and closer to cumming,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong into my cunt. “Oh, yes, yes. That dildo! That dildo is amazing! You’re churning me up!”

“Churn that slut up!” I moaned, my back arching. I tugged hard on my lover’s nipples. “I want to feel her cumming. I want her screaming into my snatch.”

“Yes!” my lover whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes! Take my girl-dick! Ooh, you’re going to be my lezzie slut. You’re going to be begging for it.”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, grinding on her mother’s mouth.

Mrs. Armstrong found my clit. She sucked on it. Her nose pressed into my folds as I gasped. Pleasure sparked through me. She moaned as she sucked, the humming pleasure massaging my little clit. I felt drunk as the pleasure rushed through me.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me explode!” I moaned. “Keep sucking! Just like that! Oh, yes, yes!”

“Make her cum, Mom!” howled my girlfriend, thrusting forward hard.

Mrs. Armstrong moaned around my clit. She bucked on the table. Her hands grabbed my thighs and her fingernails bit in tight. My eyes widened, realizing she was cumming on her daughter’s dildo. Another incestuous climax rushed through her body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “You’re cumming! You’re our slut!”

“Our lezzie slut, Mom!” gasped Stefani.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me. I bathed Mrs. Armstrong’s mouth. The married, cheating woman drank down my juices. She licked and lapped them up. She drew her tongue through my petals. My eyes widened as the heat burned through my body. This wicked passion had my heavy tits heaving.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Stefani moaned, hammering her mother’s cumming snatch. “That’s it! Lick up all her juices!”

Stefani buried her face between my breasts. I held her there as the pleasure rushed through me. My mind was drowned beneath the bliss. I groaned and shuddered, grinding my convulsing cunt on Mrs. Armstrong’s hungry mouth.

She licked up my cream. She devoured me as she moaned into my snatch. She made me feel incredible. I reveled in it. Stefani groaned into my tits. She shuddered and quivered. I knew she joined us in this wonderful rapture.

The three of us moaned through our orgasms. I was thrilled to share this incestuous delight with my lover and her mother. Stefani sucked and kissed at the inner slope of my left breast as she whimpered through her climax.

My own orgasm died, leaving my body buzzing. I was dizzy from it. So much pleasure today. My second incestuous threesome with a mother and daughter today. I loved this job. I was so glad that naughty lesbian Juana came up with this idea.

I had to eat her pussy tonight to thank her.

Stefani lifted her face. “Oh, that was the best.”

“Yes!” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “Ooh, you two are naughty.”

I grinned and slipped off of her. I stood on rubbery legs, my breasts jiggling. A dizzy rush shot through me. My head swayed from side to side. I blinked back the ripple of exhaustion fluttering through me. I stared at the MILF, her face twisting as Stefani drew out the thick dildo. It popped out of Mrs. Armstrong’s snatch with a wet plop.

The MILF moaned, her lips shiny with my cream. More had run down her cheeks to her dark-red, mused hair spilled over the massage bed. She was still blindfolded, her nose twitching. Her entire body shook.

“Oh, my gosh,” she moaned. “Ooh, you two are wild. Mmm, but why did you call me, Mom, Dandi?”

“D’oh,” said Dandi and ripped off the blindfold. She stared down at her mother. “Hey, Mom, didn’t know you were gay.”

Mrs. Armstrong’s reaction wasn’t what I expected.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a shuddering moan and then fainted. I blinked. I stared at the unconscious woman in disbelief. I glanced at Stefani and she burst out into laughter, shaking her head.

“Well, it was quite the shock,” Stefani said as she undid the strap-on harness. “Kinda old-fashioned, right? Victorian?”

“Yeah,” I said.

After a minute, Mrs. Armstrong groaned. Her eyes fluttered open. “What happened?”

“You passed out when you realized that you ate your daughter out and then we’re fucked hard by her, Mrs. Armstrong,” I purred, staring down at her.

“Oh, my god, Zoey!” the MILF gasped, covering her tits. Then her eyes widened. She scrubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand. “I was eating you!”

“And loving it,” I purred. “While your daughter fucked you.”

“Oh, no, no, no!” Her face twisted with passion, just not lust or love or affection. It was hatred. Her cheeks went flaming scarlet. “You two wanton hussies took advantage of me with your degenerate behavior.”

“Degenerate?” Stefani hissed, her eyes hardening. “Who was it eager to have her vulva massaged by two lesbians! Who rolled over and happily ate at my snatch while getting fucked from behind!”

Mrs. Armstrong slipped off the bed. “You tricked me. I came here to get an innocent massage, and before I knew it, you two Jezebels were licking me. You were touching me. You drove me to sin!”

“Drove you to sin?” Stefani shook her head. “Are you fucking kidding me, Mom. For God’s sake, you—”

CRACK!

I gasped as Mrs. Armstrong slapped my lover. Stefani took a step back, her face twisting with anger, a bright burn on her cheek.

“Do not take the Lord’s name in vain, you degenerate, filthy dyke!” hissed Mrs. Armstrong. She grabbed her panties and stepped into them with violence, her breasts jiggling. “I am your mother, and you gleefully did things with me. Perverted things. I don’t know where your father and I went wrong.”

“Don’t even spin that bullshit!” Stefani hissed, advancing on her mother. “You loved every moment of it. You worshiped my cunt. You made me cum hard, Mom! And don’t deny drenching both our faces with your pussy cream. You’re as much a dyke as I am! You loooooove pussy!”

Her mother went to slap her again, but Stefani caught the older woman’s wrist. I stood there, shocked by these events. I didn’t expect her mom to freak out like this. I expected her to embrace it. To love incest as much as we did. Everyone we knew was getting into incest.

It was amazing.

“This is a den of harlots and demons!” Mrs. Armstrong hissed, her words crazy, her hair wild. She stepped into her dress, pulling it up her body not even bothering with her bra. “You’re a disgusting, foul, nasty thing, Stefani! To think you would get off touching me! To make me do such sinful things! What sort of deviant whore does that?”

“One who loves pussy,” Stefani said, standing proud. “Get the fuck out of here, Mom. Go run back to Dad and your church and pretend you didn’t have the wildest afternoon of your life. That your pussy isn’t aching for me to fuck you hard again. I won’t. I won’t eat your snatch or pound your cunt or give you all that pleasure you crave. Fucking hypocritical bitch!” She grabbed her mother’s bra and hurtled it at the bitch.

“You’re not welcome here,” I added.

Mrs. Armstrong snorted. She shoved her bra into her purse and wheeled around. She marched out of the room. She slammed the door hard behind her. It boomed. I shook my head, my body trembling as the rage surged through me.

I looked at my lover and such a vile hatred burst inside of me.

Tears spilled down Stefani’s face.

I grabbed my lover and pulled her to me I held her. I rocked her. Her tears stained my face as she sobbed like a little girl. My heart broke. I thought I despised her family before, but now… I wanted to claw out Mrs. Armstrong’s eyes.

Stefani was the sweetest girl in the world. I loved her so much. I held her tight to me, stroked her hair, and whispered soothing love into her ear. I wouldn’t let her mother hurt her. I wouldn’t let her mother tear her down.

“You’re beautiful. You’re amazing. I love you, Stefani. Don’t listen to her. Don’t let her hurt you. She’s a bigot. A liar. She’s going to be miserable all her life pretending she didn’t love every second of it.”

“I just…” Stefani clung to me. “I just want her to love me.”

I closed my eyes. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry. If I could make her…”

If I ever had a daughter, I would never make her cry like this. I would never tell her I despised her. Hated her. How could any mother do that? What was wrong with that bitch? If I wasn’t holding my sweet Stefani, I would have screeched in rage.

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The next day, the protesters showed up led by Mrs. Armstrong. They held signs not just calling us out for being a lesbian massage parlor, because who cared about that, but because we were a brothel. A place where women could pay for sex.

I sent my brother the text while he was at college. This was a big problem.

To be continued…