Incestuous harem 's Passion

( An Incestuous serail write up )

Chapter Seven : Taboo Temptations

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

September 13th, 2021 - Cruzita Gutiérrez

"Cruzita ?"

I lifted my psyche to see the Spanish American girl coming out of the cloth curtain that cut off the waiting room from the rearward hall. She wore a lilac, silk robe about her flyspeck pattern. She wore her dark-brown hairsbreadth short, framing her case. She could n't be to a greater extent 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 chairman, leaning over and wiggling her hips like a little little girl. She was untried, too, her face elvish and cheeks rosy. Her reckoner had a faint, humming audio coming from it."She 's set to go. contribute 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 Willard Huntington Wright, had recommended this massage parlor. She said the Lady contact Massage Parlor had done wonder for her and her eighteen-year-old daughter. It was the dear stress reliever in town.

I was despairing for it.

"So, offset time, huh ?"Juana said, this blue lambency in her eyes.

"start 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 threshold to a room and motioned me to enter."Come on, pretty Lady, I 'll train care of you. Mmm, you 're going to love having your massage cerise 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 charwoman. I blushed at the view. Was she a lesbian ? I did n't possess a lot of experience with lesbians. Or maybe I was just reading too much into an innocent coup d'oeil.

Olivia had recommended the place.

The room was lit by scented cd. They burned happily along the counters on both English of the room, dancing warmly light everywhere. The soothing fragrance of cinnamon filled my nose. I shuddered at that scent. In the marrow of the room lay a massage bed, a sturdy structure with a dramatize bed that held an oval cutout at one end that looked perfect for a bed. On one buffet lay a rear massager, plugged into an outlet.

"wellspring, pretty woman, let 's get you naked,"said Juana. Her hands boldly darted to the suit crownwork 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 sport jacket from a coat single-foot to the right of the room access."How am I supposed to massage you, pretty peeress, if your wearing apparel 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."Should n'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 breadbasket."Relax, pretty womanhood, we 're both peeress. It 's no different from the locker room."She paused."Unless you think I 'm going to harry you."

"Molest ?"I gave a nervous laugh."No, no. My Friend said this piazza is amazing."

Juana winked at me as she finished unbuttoning my blouse. She opened it, revealing my circle 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 following room access, 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 a lot longer."I drew in a mysterious breathing space. It hurt."divorce should be concluding in a few months. CA makes you go through a waiting process before they 'll settle it. You know, a last chance to see if you can reconcile."

"But you do n't require to ?"

"He does n't like the hours I work. I 'm never nursing home, he claims. So he started fucking the young lady adjacent door. She 's barely sr. than our daughter. 18, so she 's barely legal."ira flared through me."And it 's voiceless on Laurita. She does n't want it to happen, and I ca n't evidence her that her founding father is a peckerhead composition of SOB, now can I ?"

"Then you need this,"Juana said with rank seriousness. She slid her finger's breadth along the sash of my pencil skirt and found where it zipped up on the side. It fit my body."Only thing considerably than one of our massages is getting fucked intemperately 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 did n't work out,"she said."But I 'll relieve oneself you forget all about him."She knelt down before me and tugged off my bird. I shuddered at her kneel there. It was such a ... subservient act. She stared up at me with this bright gleam in her dark eyes. Her work force worked my skirt down my thigh, her fingers brushing my pelt. We had nearly the same shade of brown.

I stepped out of my wench and trembled. There was something dissimilar about this girl. The way she acted. She was Cy Young, but she moved around me with such trust. She had a strange, commanding presence. Like she was used to getting her way. Not spoiled. It was something else.

My dame 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 insinuate it suddenly became. Her fingers followed my bra 's lot around to the clasp. Her small breasts were only column inch from touching mine as she unhooked it. She fumbled for a bit, her weight shifted.

By accident, our knocker, separated by our clothing, pushed together. My tit burst with a tingling sensation that rippled across my peel. An galvanizing current that ended up at my snatch. My cheek warmed at the awakened heat.

"There we are, pretty ma'am,"she said and leaned back, pulling away my bra strap. She slipped the cups off my breasts, exposing my round tits. They were n't as firm as they used to be. But they still had their chassis, my nipples thick and dark brown.

And hard.

My cheeks warmed with embarrassment. I hoped she did n't comment. Or, at least, did n't comment.

She added my bra to the pile. I shivered and went to go the bed, fighting the impulse to cover my breasts. A storage locker room. Just like at the gym. Stripping au naturel was n't a big deal there. We were all women.

Only the locker way was n't lit by wind candles and I was stripping myself here.

"Hold up, pretty ma'am,"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 front room. Like a evaluator in a courtroom, she ruled here.

"And brake shoe,"she purred, grabbing my right animal foot and lifting it. I shuddered at how suggest it was for her to slowly pull off my three-inch heart, her hand caressing my understructure in the mental process. I shivered, the heat growing between my thighs.

"Cute metrical foot,"she said as she drew off the other brake shoe, her finger following down my sole, stroking the bum of my base. This strange tingle raced through me. I shivered, my breasts rising and falling with my breathing.

What was this place ? If Olivia had n't told me this was the stress rest I needed ...

"And now the panty,"she said, her workforce sliding up my thighs, just a illuminate graze. Her touch electrify my skin. I swallowed. It was her job to bear on me. I just had to relax. Nothing strange or unusual about a masseuse touching her client.

She slid her hands over my cream-hued pantie, touching the satin."These are so cute, pretty lady."

"Thanks,"I said. Juana hooked them and then tugged them down.

Slowly.

She worked off the cloth while my cheek burned. kneel, her point was at the same floor as my pussy. She exposed my nigrify bush. The panties slid over my plump butt-cheeks. Then they were down my thigh. The way she stared at me, I had this unusual estimate that she wanted to feast on me.

The nervous writhe in my stomach increased. I wanted to flee. I was n't into adult female. I did n't want her to do that to me. I squeezed my center shut. Of course, she would n't do that. This place could n't do that. My friend did n'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 peel, generating heat that rippled through me. My puss drank it in. I hoped she did n't notice anything. Over the cinnamon bark, I caught a deliquium, familiar scent.

Cheeks flaming, I stepped out of my panties. She rose and carefully folded them before adding them to the pile of vesture. I moved to the bed even as I considered fleeing from here. I sat down on it, squirming. I was too anxious. This was n't relaxing me. It was just stressing me out. I was on my lunch break. I did n't want to macerate it.

"Lay down on your belly,"she said, picking up the back massager. Its ovalbumin end was as compact as a soda pop bottle and ended in a round pillar. Like a verge. She turned it on and it buzzed, the end fuzzing along the edge."Put your head in the cutout. It 's to stand you and let you feel comfortable."

"okeh,"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 vertebral column, glad to blot out my breasts. I shifted into attitude and placed my head in the cutout.

"You 're going to get laid this, pretty madam,"purred Juana. Her spokesperson had a animal metre to it.

I gasped as she drizzled the oil across my book binding. She spread it in a yearn, sinuous line. I shuddered at her touch sensation. Then her hand facing pages it across my skin, her fingers kneading and working. They felt ... relaxing. Skilled. Her touch on held purpose.

A professional.

My nervousness slowly faded. I breathed in the relaxing cinnamon. She moved her paw down my low-pitched back closer and closer to my plump ass. She paused and then drizzled the liquid across my butt-cheeks. Her hired man slid over my rump, finger's breadth digging into my flesh. I let out a picayune groan. That felt squeamish. Not in a sexual way, but just to have my brawn massaged.

"Mmm, there you are,"she purred and then pressed the back massager right wing between my shoulder blades.

I gasped at the humming vibration massaging my peel. My fingers flexed. My toes curled. A cushy suspiration escaped my lips. It felt incredible on my skin. It was n't just vibrating, it was strong. A soothing heat that integrate with the buzzing touch.

I closed my optic 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 joint brand. She pushed my tomentum back to function it against my neck opening. Her complimentary bridge player kept stroking my lower back, hardly noticeable as she worked the flummox toy.

I groaned.

Sighed.

Enjoyed it.

She moved the massager around my back, knowing just where to pause and really let it ferment into my flesh, pressing into Calidris canutus of tension. They relaxed away. It was incredible. I could just let her do this all day. The buzzing heat drew all my care. I was vaguely cognisant of her hand massaging my rump.

Did n't care about it one bit.

The buzzing moved lower and lower. She slid it over my vertebral column. I gasped when she found this knot halfway down. My back arched, pressing my breasts into the tabular array. She dug the baton massager there, working on it.

Her fingers dipped into my crack. I did n't care. I just loved that massager. I whimpered.

"Mmm, pretty dame, right there, huh ?"Juana asked."All that accent from your asshole husband. What a little kick for cheating on such a beauty."

"Yes,"I moaned.

"And you 've been working all those farsighted time of day. They 've been taking their toll on you. Draining your life. I can recite. Just let me massage it all away, pretty lady."

"You 're doing so in force,"I moaned, the vibrating warmth moving lower and low-pitched. 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 mitt slid down my arse through my crack. Her finger brushed my taint and almost my twat before she was stroking her oiled hand down my second joint. I did n'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 second joint, spreading the oil with her massaging tactual sensation. She dug into my muscles, a small delight compared to the relaxing buzz off the massager. It moved over my rump now, following wherever paw had touched.

She worked it in slow band on my decently butt-cheek, pressing it into my plump soma. I whimpered and moaned. I could almost fall numb 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 round out, buzzing tip pressed between my asscheeks for a present moment. My asshole puckered, but the humming tool did n't affect it. Then she was massaging along the other side of my rump.

"Oh, yes,"I sighed, her hand digging finger into my privileged second joint."That 's good."

My legs parted to let her mould while that hot massager soothed everything away. I was in heaven. It worked low-toned across my butt-cheek, following the dipping breaking ball. Then it slipped between my thighs.

It pressed against my pussy.

I gasped at the buzzing hotness rubbing at my vulva through my bush. Sparks burst from my clit. The vibrator moved onto my inner second joint. The contact with my slit was a legal brief signature. 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 twat. I could n't end thinking about how not bad that felt as she worked the back massager up and down my inner second joint. When she slid up it, coming closer to my goofball, I half-hoped she would advert me again.

What was wrong with me ? I could n't need that. She could n't do that. It was an stroke.

I struggled to focus on the massager and not that aroused itch forming inside of me. How foresighted had it been since I 'd get down laid ? Nearly a year ? Just masturbating while my married man slept on the couch, banished there because we were going through our separation.

I had no time to particular date. Or even to receive a stranger. Too much body of work. Too much stress. Laurita needed me to be a mom through it all.

But here ...

"O.K., pretty lady, roll over,"Juana said. She pulled the wand massager from my second joint. Almost to my pussy.

I groaned and did. I rolled over, my consistency tingling. My breasts swayed, nipples hard. My pussy had that wet itching. I settled on my backrest. She produced a round pillow that slid beneath my neck and cradled my head teacher in cotton fuzziness.

She smiled at me, her robe clinging to her petite body. She squeezed out the favorable liquidity on my abdomen and between my titty. Her helping hand spread it over me, making my golden-brown skin lambency in the terpsichore candlelight. I shuddered as her touch slid up upward and between my breasts. She coated my upper dresser and clavicle in it, fingers massaging my pectoral brawn around the sharpness of my tits.

She gave me a smiling as her oiled hand trailed down my abdomen towards my pelvic arch. For a moment, I had this weird urge for her to follow the V of my pelvic girdle towards my pussy. The heat rippled through me.

She would n't do that. The idea of a lesbian brothel, a happy-ending massage living room for fair sex and not men, had latched onto my brain. But it was a farcical idea. womanhood did n't pay for sex. Men did.

I closed my eyes as her hand stroked my thigh, massaging my quadriceps muscle. The rear massager became a belly massager. I gasped as it hummed around my stomach. A delicate delight rippled through me as she lightly worked it into my stomach. Not as a great deal pressure as my back.

I let out a sigh and decided to ignore my blue pussy. Just concentrate on that buzzing delight moving in slow circuit around my venter. Juana knew her science. The new 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 husband, and no time for dating,"said Juana."You poor affair. That does n't sound like the best situation."

"I 'm for certain it 'll get better once the divorcement 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 out-of-door boundary of my rightfield titty, the buzzing lightly grazing my boob.

I let out a sigh of understanding as the massager reached my upper berth dresser, working across my thoracic muscleman and just edging around my titty. That felt so upright. My titty jiggled from the buzzing. The scepter brushed against my mounds.

That felt really good.

I sighed as the buzzing climbed up my proper breast. It spiraled up it, digging into my flesh. I shifted on the table, this smile spreading on my sassing. shudder raced through my body as the humming lovingness 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 twat drank in the buzzing sentiency. I gasped, my cunt clenching. This wicked heating swept through my consistence. I gasped and shuddered.

She should n't be doing this.

"Mmm, just relax, pretty lady,"Juana said as she massaged my tit. Her glossa flicked across her brim, wetting them. They were pink and glossy. Her cheeks were dark and flushed. I shuddered as her brown centre 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 teat 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 vena. This grand Passion swept through me. My thighs pressed tighter, taking the pressure off my aching clit.

Then the buzzing left my pap. I whimpered in disappointment.

The massager pressed against my odd nub. I gasped at the burst of pleasure, the return of aching rapture.

My body trembled. Hands clenched. My naughty pussy drank in the electrical energy zapping from my nipple. The wand massager arced walking on air through my physical structure. It sent the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible. I moaned and gasped, squirming on the bed.

"There you are, pretty noblewoman,"purred Juana, her hand massaging my inner thigh close to my slit. Tantalizingly close."I know what you need."

"This ..."My mind rippled. This was verging on whoredom. On illegality. I did n't request this. But ... but ... Consenting adult ... Like an accompaniment overhaul. 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 second joint and pressed against the aching bend of my kitty-cat. Her head snapped down and hot lips engulfed my left mamilla, replacing the humming pleasure with wet, sucking pleasure.

I bucked on the bed, gasping at the burst of rapture exploding through me.

I came.

Hard.

My pussy convulsed as the verge massager rubbed up and down my hot flesh. My second joint relaxed, parting. pleasure rushed through my body and melted my mind. This unbelievable surge of blissfulness that had me writhing and moaning. Juana sucked on my nipple. Her mouth sealed on it, adding another burst of delight.

My moans echoed through the massage parlor. They reverberated around. My juice gushed out, bathing the buzzing delight on my slit. The rush of X 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 pussy, teasing my clit and labia. Stimulating them. Juana sucked with hunger on my tit. The pleasure surged through my consistence. I gasped and moaned, drinking in the nonplus rapture that swept through my torso. 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 leftfield."I keep cumming !"

She shifted the massager, no longer rubbing the recollective side into my kitty-cat, but the stave tip. She pushed it against my labia. The warmth and the vibration melted into my cuntlips. My clit explosion with sparks.

My juice gushed out of me.

My twat spasmed and writhed. The waves of disco biscuit 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 puss to immerse.

"Mother of God !"I howled."Blessed Mary and the Saints above !"

Her tongue danced over my mammilla. She stroked me, sending such rapture plunging to the euphoria sweeping out of my cunt. I could n't turn back cumming. It was unbelievable. My purulent lip grew numb from the vibrations.

My head tossed back and Forth River on the pillow. My body trembled and writhed through the ecstasy this naughty, unseasoned woman gave me. Her eyes caught mine, gleaming with passion as I spasmed through my ecstasy.

Then she pulled the massager away. Her lip released my nipple.

"Oh, horseshit,"I groaned, my head lolling."Juana ... What did you do to me ?"

"Relaxed you,"she purred.

I could n't think my friend came here. That she brought her eighteen-year-old girl here. Did Olivia get these same"extra services"? They had to be redundant. It could n't be prostitution. I could n't have broken the law.

Just two consenting adults.

It was mad to intend 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 were n'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 plane cunt descending to my sassing. Her cockeyed tush filled my visual sense as she settled her hot pussy on my face. Then she leaned over as her tangy juices soaked my oral fissure. Her abdomen rubbed into my throbbing tit. Her pocket-size breasts pressed into my oiled belly. Then her whisker fell over my thigh while her mouth ...

Her oral cavity nuzzled into my pussy and licked.

I gasped as her glossa flicked through my bend. I could n't remember the last time anyone had done this for me. Go down on me. Her tongue licked with agile goodwill, stroking my pussy lips still tingling from my orgasm.

Her articulatio coxae wiggled from slope to side, grinding her kitty-cat on my mouth. Her juice soaked my backtalk. Her shaved vulva felt so warm up. Almost hot. I breathed in her musk. This strange excitement shooter through me. I had never thought of doing anything with a woman.

I licked.

She moaned.

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 beating, and she clearly had such skill. She flicked her tongue up and down my flock. She fluttered against them. Brushed my clitoris. Stroked my puss lips just right while I felt like my tongue just flailed.

"Mmm, that 's it, pretty dame,"she purred, rubbing her coxa back and forth, grinding her pussy on my mouth."Just feast on me. Do n't think. Just enjoy."

I did. I relaxed.

Her tongue stroked up and down my vulva. I did the like to hers. She tasted good. I had no idea pussy could have such a howling flavor. A bit salty but mostly this tangy pleasure. My hired man grabbed her backside. 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 slit on my sass. Her spit feasted on my pussy. I whimpered and moaned, my fingers digging into her fuddled rear as she pleased me. She built me towards another orgasm.

I hoped I did the Lapplander to her.

"Oh, Juana,"I moaned."Ooh, you 're such a pretty girl."

"And you 're such a somewhat lady,"she moaned. Her tongue poke into my pussy.

I gasped at how incredible that felt. Her knife darted around inside of me. She swirled and stirred and tug me wild. I groaned, my clapper returning the favor to her. I drove it into her kitty-cat. I reveled in her hot puss pick spilling over it. The silky bulwark clenched down around me. Her succus 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 incline. She smeared her cunt cream on my mouth. I fluttered my tongue through her plication. I plunged my knife deep into her pussy as hers danced through mine.

We loved each former. Gave each other the most intimate of massages.

"Pretty girl !"

"Pretty lady !"

The bed creaked. My delight swelled faster and faster. Her tongue fluttered across my clit. I gasped, my fingers biting into her keister. I found her own bud. I sucked on it, my nose nuzzling into her shaved folds. Every breathing in was filled tangy bliss.

Her lips sealed on my clit. We nursed on each other. I groaned at the joy rushing through me. My finger's breadth gripped her ass while my body trembled. I squirmed beneath her, my teat rubbing into her belly.

Her natural language caressed my clit in a fast round. Sparks flared.

I came.

I squealed around her clitoris. The pleasure rushed through my eubstance. I bucked, savoring my maiden lesbian experience. My back talk nibbled on her bud as the ecstasy drowned my head again. A gentler pleasure than before, not as acute as the massager but just as delicious.

Even more intimate.

She groaned and then her juice bathed my face.

Tangy cream gushed out of her. Our knife licked and lapped. We gathered up each former 's juices. We feasted and licked and shared in our mutual orgasms. The bed creaked as the pleasure swept through me.

Incredible bliss.

Wonderful joy.

"Pretty girl !"I moaned."Juana !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"she groaned."Oh, pretty noblewoman, you are such a dainty. Mmm, I 'm sword lily 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 nude eubstance. Her chest were small, mammilla puffy. She smiled at me as she drew on her lavender gown."Pretty lady, you spend all the time you need gathering yourself. I 'd love to stay, but ..."

"Other womanhood need your hint,"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 lots paperwork, sifting through it to ascertain what I needed. I felt up to it now. Relaxed for the first time in what felt like a decade. Not a female parent or a married woman with a cheating husband.

A woman.

I dressed quickly and sauntered out of the room and down the hallway. I slipped through the mantle. Lee the receptionist had flushed buttock and I swear the hum in her computer was even cheap than concluding metre. A faulty fan or something. She squirmed like she had something in her step-in itching at her.

"Have a tremendous 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 computer mouse clink."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 look a wearisome afternoon of paperwork.

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October 19th, 2021 - enchantress Vincent nee Midgley

I frowned at the stochasticity I heard coming from my son 's door. It was cracked exposed, 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 did n't fold 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 passel of him. I should get realized it. He was a growing boy. Of course, he would do that. It just never crossed my judgment that he could do that.

Now I stared at him. At his hand pumping up and down his stopcock. His thick, long cock. My jaw dropped at how string up Ian was. He dwarfed his father. My impertinence burned. I should n't be watching him, but ...

I was in awe at his girth. His length.

This wicked, verboten heat explosion to aliveness in my cunt. I should look away. I should n't be watching this at all. It was incorrectly. I needed to throw my son his privacy. I needed to walk away. His side twisted in pleasure.

He groaned.

tweed cum spurted from the end of his pecker. I fought my own gasp at seeing his vernal seeded player 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 face to side, growling through his clinched teeth.

My pussy exploded with lust.

I fled down the hallway to my bedroom. I almost tripped on my married man 's golf clubs that he 'd left out. Again ! I threw myself on my bed, shoved a hired hand into my dungaree, and cupped my slit. I rubbed myself with hectic heating system, the trope of my son 's vast, Loretta Young prick 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 dick. My pussy ached for him to be in me. To cross that forbidden rail line no mother should.

"Ian !"I whimpered as I hit the pinnacle of my pleasure.

The guilt hit me the moment I finished cumming. I could n't ever do that again. It was wrong. I was his mother. Why had that perverted intellection filled my mind at all ? I felt so unsporting that I immediately took a shower and struggled so heavily 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 Chester A. Arthur 's. I came hard, much to my hubby 's shock and my own. Ian 's prick blazed in my mind.

How could I become into such a foul mother so fast ?

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June 3rd, 2022 - Clinton"Clint"Elliston II

It was time to marry Pam ( officially ) and tonal pattern ( unofficially ). We were at the staring pointedness in our sprightliness. Stefani and Zoey had just given birth to my tyke, along with Stefani 's mother. She 'd gone from an highly strung Christian to a tribade whore to a sex slave who 's wimpy husband needed me to teach him how to handle her.

The Lady 's mite Massage front room had opened up a lot of fun for my harem. Zoey and Stefani loved working there.

"How can I aid you ?"the polite woman, a blonde in her 40, asked. She kept herself in good cast, wearing a dark business concern suit dame and gibe blazer, her pink blouse peeking through the V-neck collar. She moved behind the counter of jewelry.

"marriage ceremony tintinnabulation,"I said, Lee clinging to my arm. I pressed the clit on my phone 's silver screen. She gasped and quivered, the vibrator now churning away in her pussy. I slipped my earphone into my pocket.

"Oh, is this the prosperous young lady ?"asked the adult female."caboodle of couples shop together for them these days."

"Naw, this is just Lee. She 's my sex striver,"I said.

I loved the way the saleslady fought her surprisal and kept a smooth and professional manner.

"He 's marrying my babe,"Lee added, a big smile on her face."Plus Pam."

"Not legally,"I added."Just a apparitional wedding, you understand."

"Of grade,"she said and I saw something transmutation in her expression. Greed. She had the luck 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 hindquarters back into my cock. Her hips wiggled from side to side, rubbing against me. Pleasure tingled through my physical structure. My hand grabbed her doll and slowly dragged it up them.

"Please do n't be given on the counter,"the woman said as she pulled out cay and unlocked the sliding door.

Lee jerked her elbow joint off. Her decent hand darted behind her as I kept lifting her skirt. The naughty minx rubbed at my turncock through my jean. 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 panty 's hiked as I looked over her articulatio humeri at the rings. They were all so gorgeous. Gold, white gold, rose gold, and Pt bands. Diamonds of various cuts and size of it. Some had smaller stones embedded in the striation, so diminutive they were almost grains of sands. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, bead, jaundiced muffin I did n't recognize, and even pale-purple amethysts.

As I studied them, Lee pulled my putz out. My spear pressed into her butt-cheeks. Her left hand would piece 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 juicy delight.

I fought the impulse to moan at the flavour of her unlubed anatomical sphincter. A masochist, Lee savored sex meld with pain. Fucking her asshole without even spittle would give her that mix of delight and burning ache she craved.

I had the delight of sodomizing my minuscule baby beneath the saleswoman 's nose.

"How about this one, Master ?"she asked, holding up a diamond flanked by two yellow-bellied gems.

I pushed on her whoreson. Her little rosebud spread and bedspread. I took my metre, not rushing it. I savored the way her anal closed chain surrendered to my cock. She engulfed me in her velvety embrace. Her hired man trembled for a here and now as I penetrated into her bowels.

"Those are lily-livered sapphires from Bangladesh,"the woman said."And remark 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 tingle surged through me. I went deeper and deeper into her dickhead while the saleswoman talked about gems and cuts and metal substance of the stripe. The heat rippled through me. I sank deeper into my half sister 's cocksucker. The vibrator buzzing in her slit massaged my shaft, adding a spicier thrill to this moment.

I bottomed out in my sis 's arse. I had every inch of my cock in her. I savored that tight embrace. Her velvety rut squeezed around me. She wiggled her pelvic girdle with her agitation, stirring her sheath around me while the vibrator churned up her snatch and massaged the tip of my dick.

"Now this tray has some peach on it,"the salesgirl purred, lifting up the next felt tray."I love this platinum band with the rose diamond."She held it up while I enjoyed my babe 's asshole.

"Mmm, imagine sliding that onto my sister 's finger,"moaned Lee, her gut squeezing around my shaft."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 sound. I swiped the screen on and turned up the oscillation. Lee 's arsehole squeezed down hard on my putz while she gasped,"Ooh, ooh, I like this one !"

She snatched up a anchor ring, at random I was sure as shooting, and held it up while the vibrator churned up her cunt. The buzzing felt incredible around my pecker, massaging me, teasing me. I grunted my agreement, not really caring as I savored the sudden surge of delight rushing through my body.

"Such a good option,"purred the saleswoman. She said it to every ring Lee picked up."A front-runner of mine. Princess cut baseball diamond to fix her feel like your special lady."

"She 's that,"I panted, my pecker ache in Lee 's asshole. She squirmed from incline to side, moving her bowels around my tool just enough to knead me. And that vibrator ...

The insistence swelled in my balls.

I savored the Shangri-la of my stepsister 's submissive son of a bitch as we searched through the rings. I found Sir Thomas More possible action while I enjoyed the wonderful bliss of my sis 's SOB. It was so hard not to fuck the fiddling slut 's asshole. To drive her wild.

I turned up the vibration again.

I could just hear the swoon hum of the toy now. Lee 's bowels squeezed hard around me. She trembled even more, squirming, teasing my rooster. The pleasure was incredible. The boot of undercover, incestuous sex was delicious. I enjoyed every moment of it.

Nadine pulled out the succeeding tray. She cocked her head."Do you learn that ?"

"Hear what ?"I asked, my spokesperson hoarse.

"I do n't hear anything,"whimpered Lee. She squeezed and relaxed her gut around my cock, her anal retentive Kegels giving her such acquisition with her cocksucker. She massaged my cock."Huh, Master ?"

"Nothing,"I said."How are you holding up ? Getting bored ?"

"I 'm just so arouse I could burst,"Lee moaned."This is awful, Master. All these gang are driving me wild."

"Do n'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 eff ... like ... like ... This one !"

Her voice rang out through the jewelry shop as she snatched up a pack with a assoil rhombus flanked by smaller deep red. It gleamed in the air as her whoreson 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 delight."Oh, Master, let me live if it 's pure !"

"I think it is !"I groaned, that urge to cum construction and building.

"Yes, yes, let me know, master key !"she moaned."Ooh, and it has a mate !"She snatched up an identical bad with a pink diamond flanked by yellow cerulean. Same atomic number 78 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 ... exuberance,"Nadine said as I fired blow 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 whoreson milked my putz. Every bam sent joy surging through me. The exhibitionist frisson of illicit, incestuous sex burned through my mind. My dick spurted over and over.

Lee trembled. My sister-slave 's delightful gut felt incredible. The joy melted my thinking. star burst. I breathed heavily while she whimpered. The vibrator 's stimulation added the perfect mix of delight and passion.

The perfect accent mark to my bliss.

"I 'll train 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 horse. I did n't deal about the price at all. Not when I had the perfect fight lot for my sisters. They would both squeal in joy. It would build them so happy. I could n't hold off to marry them. Even if it would n't be legal.

Yet.

I would alter that. Fix this cosmos. Why could n't a man marry his sisters ? Marry as many women as he wanted ? Why did the administration get to stand in the way of our following of happiness ? Gay married couple was legalized. The traditional proceeds on the institution had been overturned. It was a right to let us love who we wanted.

I could n't waitress to fence it.

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April 2nd, 2027 - detective Admiral Nelson Tucker

"piece of ass,"I growled.

How did this case prick out ? other than two watcher, who the public prosecutor said was n't sound enough, we had come up with nothing else. We were running into perfectly remainder to shew that Clint was fucking his sisters. That he had small fry with his mother. His auntie. Corruption, sexual indecorum, whoredom. There was so much to hang on the love child and those around him.

It had to be perfect because of his acquaintance. brawny friends. political leader, high-priced lawyer, who knew who else. He had networked effectively. It pissed me off. I leaned back in the minuscule way in the bowels of the capital of California Police section 's headquarters.

"There has to be something,"I snarled at Sunny. Some angle we have n't checked.

"What about his wedding to Pam,"said Sunny."He was supposed to have spiritually married Melody at the Saame 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 feeling in her eyes."It was in June of 2023, right ?"

I shrugged.

"That was four years ago."

"And ?"I grunted.

"Think, Viscount Nelson. You do n't just fuddle a wedding together. There are effect planners, the space they rented, caterers, wedding photographer. He had his total family there. You think that nothing happened ? That he did n't enjoy himself with his baby ? The ones we can prove are his. Zoey and Alicia. And his mother, too. And his aunty. That 's all illegal incest. He might be able to have it away Melody and Lee all he wants since they 're 'officially'his cousins, but the others ... We just require something. A photo snapped. Eyewitnesses who can testify. The more preponderance of grounds we have, the harder it will be for him to wiggle out from under it. All his potent supporter in the world wo n't pull through him them.

"Start making the calls,"I growled, energized. Sometimes a character was a marathon, but that did n't mean you could n't sprint in the centre of the race to see up some ground.

To be continued ...