Incestuous Harem 's love

( An Incestuous seraglio Story )

Chapter Seven : taboo Temptations

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

bank note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Sept 13th, 2021 - Cruzita Gutiérrez

"Cruzita ?"

I lifted my head to see the Hispanic female child coming out of the cloth curtain that cut off the waiting elbow room from the bet on hallway. She wore a lilac, silk gown about her petite human body. She wore her brown hair's-breadth short-circuit, framing her case. She could n't be more than XVIII, 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 speech. Then she switched to English to say,"She 's all checked in, Lee ?"

"Yep,"the receptionist said. She appeared to be kneeling on her hot seat, leaning over and wiggling her hips like a little girlfriend. She was new, too, her face elfin and boldness rosy. Her computing device had a swoon, humming sound coming from it."She 's make to go. Give her a good time, Juana."

"Always."Juana turned to me and switched back to Spanish to say,"Come on back, pretty lady."

She held back the drape for me as I stood. My protagonist, Olivia wright, had recommended this massage parlour. She said the Lady Touch Massage Parlor had done wonderment for her and her eighteen-year-old girl. It was the best stress relievo in town.

I was despairing for it.

"So, first time, huh ?"Juana said, this naughty gleam in her eyes.

"First time,"I agreed.

"Getting a massage, or just coming to my constitution ?"

"Both."I swallowed."Your establishment."

"This was all my idea. My baby and I, along with a few ally, 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 make love having your massage cherry red broken."

Her eye flicked over my course and this unknown sensation rippled through my consistence. It was like she was staring at me the way a man did a cleaning lady. I blushed at the thought. Was she a lesbian ? I did n't have got a lot of experience with tribade. Or maybe I was just reading too much into an innocent glance.

Olivia had recommended the place.

The way was lit by scented wax light. They burned happily along the comeback on both side of the room, dancing strong luminousness everywhere. The assuasive odour of cinnamon filled my nose. I shuddered at that smell. In the nerve centre of the room lay a massage bed, a sturdy structure with a padded bed that held an oval cutout at one end that looked perfect for a bed. On one counter lay a back up massager, plugged into an outlet.

"Well, pretty woman, let 's get you naked,"said Juana. Her hands boldly darted to the suit jacket I wore over my blouse and pencil skirt.

"Naked ?"I gasped as she drew off my charcoal blazer.

Juana gave me this unusual look."Did you think you 'd be clothed ?"She hung my blazer from a coat wheel to the right hand of the doorway."How am I supposed to massage you, pretty madam, if your clothes are in the way ?"

"I guess so, but ..."I looked around as she came back to me and untucked my blouse from my dame. Her fingers worked the buttons."Should n't I strip myself."

"Oh, it 's just the pampering we offer here,"she said, her finger undoing button after button. A latent hostility squeezed about my heart. This nervous squirm writhed through my belly."Relax, pretty woman, we 're both noblewoman. It 's no different from the locker room."She paused."Unless you think I 'm going to harry you."

"Molest ?"I gave a anxious gag."No, no. My Quaker said this blank space 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 bod despite being in my forties. My figure slender. My work had a humble gym side by side room access, and I used it on my breaks.

"You look like you 're a woman in penury of pampering,"she said."Your job ?"v

"Yeah,"I said,"but ..."I stared down at my wedding ring glinting on my odd paw. I twisted it.

"Ah, hubby driving you wild ?"

"Not for often longer."I drew in a deep breath. It hurt."divorcement should be final in a few month. California makes you go through a waiting appendage before they 'll finalize it. You know, a last chance to see if you can reconcile."

"But you do n't want to ?"

"He does n't wish the minute I work. I 'm never rest home, he claims. So he started fucking the miss future door. She 's barely senior than our girl. Eighteen, so she 's barely legal."Anger flared through me."And it 's hard on Laurita. She does n't want it to happen, and I ca n't recite her that her father is a peckerhead composition of shit, now can I ?"

"Then you need this,"Juana said with absolute seriousness. She slid her fingers along the waistband of my pencil chick and found where it zipped up on the side. It fit my body."Only thing bettor than one of our massages is getting fucked hard by a hottie on a one night stand."

"I have no approximation how to do that,"I muttered."I married my high school day sweetheart."

"Sorry it did n't work out,"she said."But I 'll make you draw a blank all about him."She knelt down before me and tugged off my wench. I shuddered at her kneeling there. It was such a ... slavish act. She stared up at me with this bright gleam in her dark middle. Her mitt worked my chick down my second joint, her fingers brushing my tegument. We had nearly the Sami spectre of brown.

I stepped out of my skirt and trembled. There was something different about this young lady. The way she acted. She was young, but she moved around me with such confidence. She had a strange, commanding presence. Like she was used to getting her way. Not spoiled. It was something else.

My skirt folded, she returned to me and stood a few column inch in front of me. She smiled as she reached behind me. I shivered at how intimate it suddenly became. Her fingers followed my bra 's dance band around to the clasp. Her small breasts were only inch from touching mine as she unhooked it. She fumbled for a moment, her weight shifted.

By chance event, our white meat, separated by our clothing, pushed together. My nipples burst with a tingling esthesis that rippled across my skin. An electric flow that ended up at my pussy. My cheeks warmed at the awakened oestrus.

"There we are, pretty lady,"she said and leaned back, pulling away my bra straps. She slipped the cupful off my titty, exposing my round bosom. They were n't as firm as they used to be. But they still had their pattern, my tit thick and dark brown.

And hard.

My nerve warmed with overplus. I hoped she did n't observe. Or, at least, did n't comment.

She added my bra to the raft. I shivered and went to go the bed, fighting the itch to incubate my breasts. A locker elbow room. Just like at the gym. Stripping naked was n't a big deal there. We were all women.

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

"hold up, pretty dame,"she said, grabbing my wrist."You still have your panty and shoes on. You need to be naked."

"My step-in, too ?"I gasped as she slipped to her knees before me again. That submissive-seeming act, but she stared up at me with sureness. This was her massage parlor. Like a judge in a courtroom, she ruled here.

"And skid,"she purred, grabbing my right understructure and lifting it. I shuddered at how intimate it was for her to slowly pull up off my three-inch pump, her hand caressing my foot in the physical process. I shivered, the heat growing between my thighs.

"Cute fundament,"she said as she drew off the other horseshoe, her finger following down my sole, stroking the derriere of my foot. This strange prickling 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 relief I needed ...

"And now the panties,"she said, her hands sliding up my thigh, just a fire up grazing. Her match electrified my cutis. I swallowed. It was her job to rival me. I just had to relax. Nothing strange or unusual about a masseuse touching her client.

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

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

Slowly.

She worked off the cloth while my cheeks burned. kneel, her pass was at the same level as my pussy. She exposed my black George W. Bush. The panties slid over my plonk butt-cheeks. Then they were down my thigh. The way she stared at me, I had this strange musical theme that she wanted to feast on me.

The nervous writhe in my tum increased. I wanted to flee. I was n't into women. I did n't need her to do that to me. I squeezed my eyes shut. Of course, she would n't do that. This space could n't do that. My booster did n't send me to some strange brothel masquerading as a massage parlor.

A woman 's only massage parlor.

"There you are,"she said as she tugged my panty down my thighs. Her knuckles caressed my cutis, generating heat that rippled through me. My purulent drank it in. I hoped she did n't notice anything. Over the cinnamon, I caught a faint, intimate scent.

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

"Lay down on your belly,"she said, picking up the back massager. Its snowy end was as thick as a soda bottle and ended in a turn column. Like a scepter. She turned it on and it buzzed, the end fuzzing along the bound."Put your headspring in the cutout. It 's to support you and let you feel comfortable."

"okay,"I said and obeyed.

As I moved into position, she also grabbed a dark-amber bottle. She brought it over to the bed and hummed, almost drowned out by the vibrator. I stretched out on my cover, gladiolus to hide my breasts. I shifted into location and placed my drumhead in the cutout.

"You 're going to love this, pretty lady,"purred Juana. Her articulation had a fleshly cadence to it.

I gasped as she drizzled the oil across my back. She spread it in a farsighted, sinuous short letter. I shuddered at her sense of touch. Then her hand ranch it across my skin, her fingers kneading and working. They felt ... relaxing. Skilled. Her touch held purpose.

A professional.

My restiveness slowly faded. I breathed in the relaxing cinnamon. She moved her hand down my lower back closer and closer to my plump ass. She paused and then drizzled the liquid state across my butt-cheeks. Her hand slid over my prat, fingers digging into my flesh. I let out a small moan. That felt nice. Not in a intimate way, but just to take in my muscles massaged.

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

I gasped at the humming palpitation massaging my skin. My fingers flexed. My toes curled. A flaccid suspiration escaped my back talk. It felt incredible on my skin. It was n't just vibrating, it was warm. A soothe estrus that mix in with the buzzing touching.

I closed my middle and relaxed into the massage. Juana worked it in slow circles, spreading out across my oiled back. It caressed my sinew. Teased them. She moved it over my berm leaf blade. She pushed my hair back to work it against my neck. Her devoid hand kept stroking my lour back, hardly obtrusive 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 solve into my flesh, pressing into knots of tension. They relaxed away. It was incredible. I could just let her do this all day. The buzzing heat drew all my attention. I was vaguely aware of her hand massaging my rump.

Did n't worry about it one bit.

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

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

"Mmm, pretty ma'am, right there, huh ?"Juana asked."All that strain from your dickhead husband. What a little squawk for cheating on such a beauty."

"Yes,"I moaned.

"And you 've been working all those yearn hours. They 've been taking their bell on you. Draining your spirit. I can recite. Just let me massage it all away, pretty lady."

"You 're doing so dear,"I moaned, the vibrating warmth moving lower and scurvy. I gasped when she reached my butt bone."Oh, that 's good."

"Yes, yes, you have a lot of tension there. I got you, pretty lady."

Her helping hand slid down my rump through my quip. Her finger brushed my contamination and almost my slit before she was stroking her oiled bridge player down my second joint. I did n't heed. I just moaned, lost to the joy 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 skin senses. She dug into my muscular tissue, a small delight compared to the relaxing buzz off the massager. It moved over my rump now, following wherever hand had touched.

She worked it in slow circles on my right butt-cheek, pressing it into my plump chassis. I whimpered and moaned. I could almost fall departed enjoying this. Her handwriting massaged my legs, moving from thigh to thigh as she worked the massager.

She slid it over my butt-crack. The flesh out, buzzing tip pressed between my asscheeks for a moment. My asshole puckered, but the humming tool did n't advert it. Then she was massaging along the other side of my rump.

"Oh, yes,"I sighed, her hired hand digging digit into my internal thigh."That 's good."

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

It pressed against my pussy.

I gasped at the buzzing heat rubbing at my vulva through my bush. Sparks burst from my clit. The vibrator moved onto my inside thigh. The contact with my pussy was a legal brief tactual sensation. Accidental. I shuddered, my labia aching, wanting it to return.

My cheeks burned at that impulse. I forced it down, but the tingling remained in my pussy. I could n't finish thinking about how swell that felt as she worked the back massager up and down my inner thigh. When she slid up it, coming closer to my zany, I half-hoped she would touch me again.

What was ill-timed with me ? I could n't need that. She could n't do that. It was an accident.

I struggled to sharpen on the massager and not that horny scabies forming inside of me. How long had it been since I 'd gotten laid ? Nearly a twelvemonth ? Just masturbating while my husband slept on the lounge, banished there because we were going through our separation.

I had no time to escort. Or even to see a stranger. Too a good deal work. Too a lot focus. Laurita needed me to be a mom through it all.

But here ...

"O.K., pretty peeress, ringlet over,"Juana said. She pulled the sceptre massager from my thigh. Almost to my pussy.

I groaned and did. I rolled over, my consistency tingling. My breast swayed, nipples hard. My pussy had that wet scabies. I settled on my book binding. She produced a circle pillow that slither beneath my neck opening and cradled my head in cotton wool softness.

She smiled at me, her robe clinging to her tiny eubstance. She squeezed out the prosperous liquidness on my belly and between my breasts. Her hand gap it over me, making my golden-brown tegument glow in the terpsichore candle flame. I shuddered as her touch slid up upward and between my breasts. She coated my upper chest and clavicle in it, fingers massaging my pectoral muscle muscles around the edge of my tits.

She gave me a grin as her anoint hand trailed down my breadbasket towards my articulatio coxae. For a moment, I had this weird urge for her to follow the V of my pelvis towards my pussy. The heat rippled through me.

She would n't do that. The mind of a gay woman house of ill repute, a happy-ending massage living-room for women and not men, had latched onto my brain. But it was a ridiculous estimate. woman did n't pay for sex. Men did.

I closed my eyes as her hand stroked my second joint, massaging my quadriceps muscle. The back massager became a belly massager. I gasped as it hummed around my breadbasket. A ticklish delight rippled through me as she lightly worked it into my abdominal cavity. Not as a great deal pressure sensation as my back.

I let out a sigh and decided to neglect my risque pussy. Just concentrate on that buzzing delight moving in decelerate circles around my stomach. Juana knew her skill. The young masseuse slid the buzzing toy mellow and higher up my body to the groundwork of my ribs. decent beneath my breasts.

"So breaking up with hubby, and no clip for dating,"said Juana."You piteous thing. That does n't go like the Charles Herbert Best situation."

"I 'm sure 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 outside edge of my rightfulness breast, the buzzing lightly grazing my boob.

I let out a suspiration of agreement as the massager reached my upper pectus, working across my pectoral muscles and just edging around my tits. That felt so good. My knocker jiggled from the buzzing. The wand brushed against my mounds.

That felt really good.

I sighed as the buzzing climbed up my justly breast. It spiraled up it, digging into my soma. I shifted on the table, this smile spreading on my lips. shiver raced through my consistency as the humming heat spiraled to the pinnacle of my breast.

Pressed on my nipple.

My middle bourgeon clear. I gasped as the humming massaged right there at the aching pinnacle of my bosom. My kitty-cat drank in the buzzing esthesis. I gasped, my cunt clenching. This wicked heat swept through my body. I gasped and shuddered.

She should n't be doing this.

"Mmm, just relax, pretty dame,"Juana said as she massaged my nipple. Her spit flicked across her lips, wetting them. They were pink and glossy. Her brass were wickedness and level. I shuddered as her Brown eyes reflected dancing candlelight."Just enjoy."

I should be telling her to stop, but it felt so good. My body was so unstrain. I just wanted to lie here and let myself melt away. The buzzing massaged my nub. My fat pap drank it in. My pussy clenched, the pleasure surging through me.

My succus flowed. I grew hotter and hotter. I squirmed on the bed, my heart pumping heating through my venous blood vessel. This wondrous passion swept through me. My second joint pressed tighter, taking the force per unit area off my aching clit.

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

The massager pressed against my left nub. I gasped at the burst of delight, the restoration of aching exaltation.

My body trembled. Hands clenched. My naughty pussy drank in the electricity zapping from my nipple. The sceptre massager arced bliss through my body. It sent the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible. I moaned and gasped, squirming on the bed.

"There you are, pretty lady,"purred Juana, her hand massaging my inner thighs close to my pussy. Tantalizingly close."I know what you need."

"This ..."My mind rippled. This was verging on whoredom. On illegality. I did n't request this. But ... but ... Consenting adults ... Like an accompaniment service. I paid for a massage. What came after ..."I ..."

"Shh,"she said and then she pulled the massager from my nipple.

It all happened so fast. The buzzing pleasure plunged between my second joint and pressed against the aching folds of my kitty-cat. Her head snapped down and hot lips engulfed my remaining mamilla, replacing the humming delight with wet, sucking pleasure.

I bucked on the bed, gasping at the fusillade of raptus exploding through me.

I came.

Hard.

My pussy convulsed as the wand massager rubbed up and down my hot soma. My thighs relaxed, parting. Pleasure rushed through my body and melted my psyche. This incredible spate of bliss that had me writhing and moaning. Juana sucked on my nipple. Her brim sealed on it, adding another volley of delight.

My moans echoed through the massage sitting room. They reverberated around. My juices gushed out, bathing the buzzing delight on my puss. The upsurge of exaltation slipped through me. This bliss went beyond any orgasm I had in years.

Maybe in my life.

The vibrating shaft of the massager rubbed up and down my cunt, teasing my button and labia. Stimulating them. Juana sucked with hunger on my tit. The delight surged through my body. I gasped and moaned, drinking in the beat ecstasy that swept through my trunk. I trembled on the bed, climax after sexual climax flooding through me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, unable to control myself. My white meat jiggled. Juana kept latched onto my left."I keep cumming !"

She shifted the massager, no longer rubbing the long side into my pussy, but the rhythm tip. She pushed it against my labia. The heat and the vibration melted into my cuntlips. My clit fusillade with sparks.

My juices gushed out of me.

My twat spasmed and writhed. The moving ridge of ecstasy swept through me. Drowned me. My nous melted as my pussy lip struggled to engulf the end of the wand massager. Sadly, it was too chummy for my kidnapping to eat up.

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

Her spit danced over my nipples. She stroked me, sending such raptus plunging to the euphoria sweeping out of my cunt. I could n't block up cumming. It was unbelievable. My pussy backtalk grew numb from the quivering.

My head tossed back and forth on the pillow. My eubstance trembled and writhed through the hug drug this naughty, young adult female gave me. Her eye caught mine, gleaming with rage as I spasmed through my ecstasy.

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

"Oh, tinker's dam,"I groaned, my capitulum lolling."Juana ... What did you do to me ?"

"Relaxed you,"she purred.

I could n't believe my friend came here. That she brought her eighteen-year-old daughter here. Did Olivia find these same"extra Robert William Service"? They had to be supererogatory. It could n't be prostitution. I could n't have broken the law.

Just two consenting adults.

It was insane to recollect 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 shaved pussy descending to my oral fissure. Her tight seat filled my sight as she settled her hot kitty-cat on my aspect. Then she leaned over as her tangy juice soaked my rima oris. Her stomach rubbed into my throbbing nipples. Her minuscule knocker pressed into my oiled belly. Then her hair's-breadth fell over my thigh while her mouth ...

Her mouth nuzzled into my pussy and licked.

I gasped as her tongue flicked through my folds. I could n't call back the last clock time anyone had done this for me. Go down on me. Her tongue licked with spry grace, stroking my pussy lips still tingling from my orgasm.

Her hips wiggled from side of meat to side, grinding her snatch on my mouth. Her juice soaked my rim. Her shaved vulva felt so warm. Almost hot. I breathed in her musk. This strange exhilaration gibe through me. I had never thought of doing anything with a woman.

I licked.

She moaned.

My tongue felt unshakable as it slid through her labia. Hesitant. This nervousness rippled through me as I licked again. I was such a novice at pussy thrashing, and she clearly had such skill. She flicked her lingua up and down my folds. She fluttered against them. Brushed my clit. Stroked my twat rim just right while I felt like my clapper just flailed.

"Mmm, that 's it, pretty lady,"she purred, rubbing her hips back and Forth River, grinding her pussy on my oral cavity."Just feast on me. Do n't think. Just enjoy."

I did. I relaxed.

Her spit stroked up and down my vulva. I did the same to hers. She tasted good. I had no idea pussy could have such a howling smell. A bit salty but mostly this tangy delight. My hands grabbed her rump. I squeezed her. Massaged her. I felt so wicked as I danced my clapper up and down Juana 's pussy.

She wiggled her hips from side to side, smearing her hot cunt on my mouth. Her natural language feasted on my pussy. I whimpered and moaned, my fingers digging into her tight fanny as she pleased me. She built me towards another orgasm.

I hoped I did the same to her.

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

"And you 're such a pretty peeress,"she moaned. Her lingua driving force into my pussy.

I gasped at how unbelievable that felt. Her lingua darted around inside of me. She swirled and stirred and labor me crazy. I groaned, my tongue returning the favor to her. I drove it into her pussycat. I reveled in her hot cunt cream spilling over it. The silky walls 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 face. She smeared her cunt emollient on my mouth. I fluttered my tongue through her bend. I plunged my natural language deep into her snatch as hers danced through mine.

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

"Pretty girl !"

"Pretty lady !"

The bed creaked. My pleasure swelled faster and faster. Her tongue fluttered across my clit. I gasped, my finger biting into her rump. I found her own bud. I sucked on it, my nuzzle nuzzling into her shaved folds. Every inhalation was filled tangy bliss.

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

Her lingua caressed my clit in a fast Mexican valium. Dame Muriel Spark flared.

I came.

I squealed around her clit. The pleasure rushed through my soundbox. I bucked, savoring my commencement Lesbian experience. My brim nibbled on her bud as the hug drug drowned my brain again. A gentler pleasance than before, not as vivid as the massager but just as delicious.

Even more intimate.

She groaned and then her succus bathed my face.

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

Incredible bliss.

Wonderful joy.

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

"Yes, yes, yes !"she groaned."Oh, pretty lady, you are such a dainty. Mmm, I 'm sword lily you came in."

"Me, too !"My sexual climax hit that wondrous prime. 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 glance of her raw body. Her breasts were small, mammilla puffy. She smiled at me as she drew on her lilac robe."Pretty lady, you spend all the sentence you need gathering yourself. I 'd roll in the hay to stay, but ..."

"Other woman need your touch,"I moaned.

She winked at me as she belted her robe. I shuddered as she sauntered out of the room.

I wanted to just lie in here, but I had to get back to work. Things were heating up. I had to go through so much paperwork, sifting through it to get what I needed. I felt up to it now. Relaxed for the initiative fourth dimension in what felt like a decade. Not a female parent or a wife with a cheating husband.

A woman.

I dressed quickly and sauntered out of the room and down the hall. I slipped through the curtain. Lee the receptionist had flushed cheek and I swear the humming in her figurer was even louder than last time. A faulty fan or something. She squirmed like she had something in her panties itching at her.

"Have a grand day,"she said, beaming at me."I hope you cum again."

I paused."Next week, same sentence ? Can I have Juana again."

Lee did a few computer mouse clicks."Got you down. Wand massage again ? Or would you like to try something dissimilar ?"

"Surprise me,"I said and then swept out of the parlor.

I grabbed my phone and texted my ally."I really needed that. Juana worked miracles on me."

I was ready to look a boring afternoon of paperwork.

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October 19th, 2021 - Delilah Vincent nee Midgley

I frowned at the interference I heard coming from my son 's threshold. It was cracked open, like he 'd failed to shut it all the way so it would latch. It was an old family. The doors were all of and could open if they did n't shut down properly. I peered inside, wondering why the bed saltation were creaking. I could just see him and ...

My eighteen-year-old son was naked on his bed and stroking his rooster. I gasped at the good deal of him. I should have realized it. He was a growing boy. Of line, he would do that. It just never crossed my mind that he could do that.

Now I stared at him. At his helping hand pumping up and down his rooster. His thick, farseeing stopcock. My jaw dropped at how advert Ian was. He dwarfed his father. My boldness burned. I should n't be watching him, but ...

I was in awe at his girth. His length.

This wicked, taboo high temperature burst to life in my snatch. I should reckon away. I should n't be watching this at all. It was wrong. I needed to ease up my son his secrecy. I needed to walk away. His human face twisted in pleasure.

He groaned.

White person cum spurted from the end of his cock. I fought my own gasp at seeing his youthful seed firing up into the air and splattering on his chest of drawers. It soaked him. Coated him. He trembled on the bed, his toes curling. He tossed his head from side to side, growling through his clenched teeth.

My cunt exploded with lust.

I fled down the hallway to my bedroom. I almost tripped on my husband 's golf clubs that he 'd left out. Again ! I threw myself on my bed, shoved a deal into my jeans, and cupped my pussy. I rubbed myself with feverish passion, the icon of my son 's huge, young cock erupting blazing through my mind.

I exploded in seconds.

The rapture rushed through my body. I whimpered and groaned, spasming through the forestall fancy of my son 's hammer. My pussycat ached for him to be in me. To cross that forbidden line of merchandise no mother should.

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

The guilt hit me the consequence I finished cumming. I could n't ever do that again. It was wrong. I was his female parent. Why had that perverted thought filled my mind at all ? I felt so dirty that I immediately took a shower and struggled so hard not to believe about him sliding open the drapery and joining me.

That night, when my hubby badgered me into sex, I thought of our son 's big cock filling me instead of Arthur 's. I came hard, much to my husband 's shock and my own. Ian 's dick blazed in my mind.

How could I reverse into such a wicked mother so fast ?

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

It was metre to marry Pam ( officially ) and Melody ( unofficially ). We were at the perfective tense point in our lives. Stefani and Zoey had just given birthing to my children, along with Stefani 's female parent. She 'd gone from an high-strung Christian to a lesbian bawd to a sex slave who 's wimpy married man needed me to teach him how to handle her.

The madam 's touch Massage sitting room had opened up a lot of fun for my seraglio. Zoey and Stefani loved working there.

"How can I serve you ?"the polite woman, a blond in her forties, asked. She kept herself in good physical body, wearing a iniquity business sector suit dame and coordinated blazer, her pink blouse peeking through the V-neck collar. She moved behind the counter of jewelry.

"hymeneals tintinnabulation,"I said, Lee clinging to my arm. I pressed the push on my phone 's silver screen. She gasped and quivered, the vibrator now churning away in her twat. I slipped my sound into my pocket.

"Oh, is this the lucky girlfriend ?"asked the woman."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 saleswoman fought her surprise and kept a still and professional manner.

"He 's marrying my baby,"Lee added, a big grin on her look."Plus Pam."

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

"Of course,"she said and I saw something shift in her expression. avaritia. She had the fortune to sell two engagement ring today."Here is our ***********ion. We have a wide of the mark variety of cuts, lot, and even gemstones."

"Let 's find the perfect one,"I said, guiding Lee towards the return. I pushed her before me and pressed into her from behind, rubbing my putz into her ass.

Lee leaned over the counter with her elbow, gawking and pushing her tight tush back into my cock. Her hips wiggled from position to side, rubbing against me. delight tingled through my physical structure. My hands grabbed her annulus and slowly dragged it up them.

"Please do n't lean on the counterpunch,"the woman said as she pulled out keys and unlocked the sliding door.

Lee jerked her elbows off. Her right on handwriting darted behind her as I kept lifting her skirt. The spicy minx rubbed at my cock through my denim. She grabbed it and squeezed me. I fought a groan as she stroked up and down my girth.

Meanwhile, the salesgirl, Nadine, reached into the display and pulled out a tray covered in blackened felt with all the annulus spread out on it. She then set aside another tray, smaller."Take your time."

"Thanks,"I said as my zipper slowly rasped down.

I had Lee 's pantie 's hiked as I looked over her shoulder at the rings. They were all so gorgeous. atomic number 79, white gold, rose gold, and Pt bands. rhomb of several slash and size. Some had smaller Harlan Stone embedded in the band, so flyspeck they were almost metric grain of Baroness Dudevant. Sapphires, deep red, emeralds, pearl, yellow treasure I did n't recognize, and even pale-purple amethysts.

As I studied them, Lee pulled my turncock out. My beam of light pressed into her butt-cheeks. Her left mitt would blame up gang, holding them up for my inspection. I shuddered as her right carefully slip my cock down her butt-crack.

My sex slave babe was such a naughty delight.

I fought the urge to groan at the feel of her unlubed sphincter. A masochist, Lee savored sex mixed with pain. Fucking her asshole without even spit would give her that mix of pleasance and combustion ache she craved.

I had the pleasure of sodomizing my picayune sister beneath the salesgirl 's nose.

"How about this one, sea captain ?"she asked, holding up a diamond flanked by two yellow gems.

I pushed on her whoreson. Her little rosebud spread and spread. I took my fourth dimension, not rushing it. I savored the way her anal ring surrendered to my cock. She engulfed me in her velvety embrace. Her hand trembled for a moment as I penetrated into her bowels.

"Those are yellow sapphires from Bangladesh,"the cleaning lady said."And point out the cut on the diamond. A superb choice."

"Put it to the side,"I groaned at the pleasance of my sister 's son of a bitch engulfing my cock.

An incestuous thrill surged through me. I went deeper and deeper into her shit while the saleswoman talked about stone and cuts and metallic content of the bands. The estrus rippled through me. I sank deeper into my half sister 's asshole. The vibrator buzzing in her cunt massaged my shaft, adding a spicier thrill to this moment.

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

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

"Mmm, imagine sliding that onto my sister 's finger,"moaned Lee, her bowels squeezing around my stopcock."Oh, Master, it would fit just perfectly."

"Uh-huh,"I groaned and set it aside.

My handwriting slipped into my pocket. I pulled out my phone. I swiped the screen on and turned up the shaking. Lee 's arse squeezed down hard on my cock while she gasped,"Ooh, ooh, I like this one !"

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

"Such a honorable option,"purred the saleswoman. She said it to every band Lee picked up."A favorite of mine. Princess cut baseball diamond to spend a penny her tone like your exceptional lady."

"She 's that,"I panted, my peter aching in Lee 's asshole. She squirmed from side to side, moving her bowels around my shaft just enough to massage me. And that vibrator ...

The pressure swelled in my balls.

I savored the heaven of my half-sister 's submissive asshole as we searched through the hoop. I found more possibilities while I enjoyed the terrific bliss of my sis 's cocksucker. It was so hard not to hump the trivial trollop 's asshole. To ram her wild.

I turned up the palpitation 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 cock. The joy was incredible. The Rush of surreptitious, incestuous sex was delicious. I enjoyed every moment of it.

Nadine pulled out the next tray. She cocked her fountainhead."Do you try that ?"

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

"I do n't hear anything,"whimpered Lee. She squeezed and relaxed her gut around my prick, her anal retentive Kegels giving her such acquirement with her mother fucker. She massaged my stopcock."Huh, master ?"

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

"I 'm just so sex I could bust,"Lee moaned."This is amazing, Master. All these hoop 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 know ... like ... like ... This one !"

Her voice rang out through the jewelry shop as she snatched up a ringing with a pass rhomb flanked by smaller rubies. It gleamed in the air as her bastard convulsed and spasmed around my cock. The pleasure surged down my shaft as she massaged me.

"It 's just perfect !"she moaned, her eubstance trembling with orgasmic pleasure."Oh, victor, let me recognize if it 's perfect !"

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

"Yes, yes, let me know, maestro !"she moaned."Ooh, and it has a mate !"She snatched up an identical bad with a pink ball field flanked by yellow azure. Same platinum band, both mob gorgeous.

"That 's it !"I growled and erupted into her asshole."That it !"

"Yes !"Lee howled, my sis 's bowels milking my erupting cock."We found them !"

"Such ... ebullience,"Nadine said as I fired blast after blast of my incestuous semen into my babe 's asshole.

"Uh-huh,"I grunted."When you know ! You know !"

The pleasure surged through me. My babe 's asshole milked my pecker. Every irruption sent joy surging through me. The exhibitionist thrill of illicit, incestuous sex burned through my mind. My gumshoe spurted over and over.

Lee trembled. My sister-slave 's delicious bowels felt incredible. The pleasure melted my intellection. wiz burst. I breathed heavily while she whimpered. The vibrator 's stimulation added the stark mix of delectation and passion.

The perfect accent to my bliss.

"I 'll convey them !"I gasped."They 're gross for Melody and Pam."

"Wonderful,"Nadine said, beaming as my climax peaked in me.

I felt like a million bucks. I did n't care about the Price at all. Not when I had the arrant troth striation for my sisters. They would both oink in delectation. It would make them so happy. I could n't hold off to marry them. Even if it would n't be legal.

Yet.

I would change that. Fix this creation. Why could n't a man marry his sisters ? Marry as many woman as he wanted ? Why did the government get to fend in the way of our by-line of happiness ? Gay marriage was legalized. The traditional take on the institution had been overturned. It was a right to let us love who we wanted.

I could n't wait to argue it.

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April 2nd, 2027 - police detective Viscount Nelson Tucker

"shtup,"I growled.

How did this case dick out ? other than two spectator, who the prosecutors said was n't effective enough, we had come up with nothing else. We were running into drained oddment to examine that Clint was fucking his sisters. That he had fry with his mother. His aunt. Corruption, intimate impropriety, harlotry. There was so much to hang on the dickhead and those around him.

It had to be perfect because of his friends. mightily friends. politico, dear lawyers, who knew who else. He had networked effectively. It pissed me off. I leaned back in the small way in the bowels of the Sacramento constabulary Department '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 same time."

"You want to get him on bigamy ? He 's not using this human 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 tone in her optic."It was in June of 2023, right ?"

I shrugged.

"That was four years ago."

"And ?"I grunted.

"Think, Lord Nelson. You do n't just throw a wedding together. There are issue planner, the quad they rented, caterers, wedding photographers. He had his entire kinfolk there. You think that nothing happened ? That he did n't enjoy himself with his sisters ? The single we can test are his. Zoey and Alicia. And his mother, too. And his aunty. That 's all illegal incest. He might be able to fuck tune and Lee all he wants since they 're 'officially'his cousins, but the others ... We just need something. A photo snapped. Eyewitnesses who can evidence. The More prevalence of grounds we have, the harder it will be for him to wiggle out from under it. All his brawny Quaker in the world wo n't save him them.

"Start making the calls,"I growled, energized. Sometimes a case was a marathon, but that did n't mean you could n't sprint in the middle of the airstream to catch up some ground.

To be continued ...