Massaging the Blindfolded Mommy
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.
