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  Teaching Their Mommy-Slut

  Incestuous Flesh Massaged 9

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2019 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Teaching Their Mommy-Slut”

  “Oh, that's it,” groaned Stefani. “Oh, Yunie, she's getting good at this. She's such a titty slut.”

  “I am, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. “You're breasts are just gorgeous.”

  She ducked down and sucked on a pierced nipple. Stefani gasped. Her body trembled, gleaming thighs rubbing together. The massage table creaked as she moaned. I twisted my nipples as I watched the sight, my tongue licking at my lips.

  The tangy scent of hot pussy filled my nose, mother and daughter mixing together. A hint of my own tart passion seasoned that delight. My hips wiggled back and forth. My tongue licked across my lips. My toes curled.

  Mrs. Armstrong nursed on her daughter's nub. Stefani gasped and shuddered. The MILF massaged both boobs as she loved her daughter's nipple. The MILF's lips sealed tight. Stefani's face contorted. Her head tossed back and forth.

  “That's it,” I moaned. “Massage those titties. You're getting your client's pussy so wet. I can smell her.”

  “Yes, yes!” moaned Stefani. “Yunie, my preggers pussy is on fire. I'm so ready for my orgasm. Ooh, this is incredible. You're doing such a good job, Mommy-slut.”

  Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she sucked on her daughter's nipple.

  I wiggled my hips back and forth. I twisted and tweaked my nipples. I pulled on them. My pussy was on fire. This was so hot. Mrs. Armstrong would be our lezzie slave. We would make her please so many women. She would eat all these pussies for us.

  She would make us so much money.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned, releasing my nipples. “Let's get down to massage her pussy. Let's drive her wild.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Stefani. “Massage my cunt! I'm on fire!”

  Mrs. Armstrong popped her mouth off her daughter's nipple. She groaned and then slid her oiled hand down her daughter's stomach. She reached Stefani's shaved pubic mound. The MILF thrust her daughter's legs apart, Stefani's pussy lips spreading open. Mrs. Armstrong licked her lips as she moved to mount the table.

  I smiled in delight as Mrs. Armstrong settled between her daughter's thighs. I joined her. I mounted the table beside her, my body pressing against the MILF. She glanced at me, her green eyes burning with lust for her daughter.

  “You joining the fun, Yunie?” Stefani asked, arching an eyebrow.

  I winked at her. “Just showing your mother how to massage a pussy with her tongue.”

  “I think she knows how to do that.” Stefani shuddered, her hands sliding up to squeeze her oiled tits. “Mmm, I think someone just wants to eat super pregger pussy.”

  “Why not?” I asked. “You love eating mine.”

  Stefani laughed, a rich and wicked sound. “I do! Ooh, show my Mommy-slut how to eat my cunt.”

  Our heads moved down together, our cheeks rubbed together. The heat from her pussy brushed my face right before we nuzzled into her pussy. The MILF and I nuzzled into Stefani's hot flesh. Our tongues flicked out together.

  I loved it. Feasting on my girlfriend's pussy with her mother at my side.

  Tangy juices coated my tongue. That wonderful flavor had my taste buds melting. I stared up at her as our tongues darted up her flesh. I fluttered my tongue through her folds. I teased her. Pleasured her. She gasped and moaned, shuddering on the bed. Her legs flexed.

  It was so exciting to enjoy. Our tongues brushed as we pleasured Stefani. I caressed Mrs. Armstrong's tongue amid her daughter's flesh. We made her gasp and shudder. Her back arched, her tits jiggling.

  I sucked on my lover's clit while her mother thrust her tongue deep into her twat. We teased her, making her shudder on the bed. Her fingers tugged on her nipple piercings as we pleasured her. We caressed her juicy labia.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Teaching Their Mommy-Slut

  “You are going to be such a good, little masseuse, aren't you, Mommy-slut,” my girlfriend said, a husky tone in her voice as I pulled my car into the back lot of the Lady Touch Massage Parlor.

  “Yes, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice submissive as she sat in the backseat.

  We'd just picked her up from her home. We got to own her during the day. She was our sex slave. Well, technically she was Stefani's sex slave, but my lover was more than happy to share her mommy-slut with the entire family. We used Mrs. Armstrong, enjoyed her, and then returned her to her husband for the evening. We didn't want to break up their marriage.

  It was hot making her go to church with her husband, to pretend to the world that she was his demure and faithful wife while we made her our whore. The last few weeks had been naughty. It was just such a treat.

  It was all my brother's doing. Clint had manipulated everything, convincing the wimpy Mr. Armstrong that we needed to control his wife and keep her from being a complete whore. The supposed uptight woman was a slave to her lusts.

  Now she was a slave to ours.

  I stepped out of the car onto the gravel of the back lot and stretched my back. I shuddered, my fingers flexing. My hips wiggled back and forth as I closed the door. My lover sauntered around the vehicle, a wicked grin on her face as her mother climbed out, her auburn hair sweeping around her face. Mrs. Armstrong wore her modest dress like usual. You would never know she was a sex slave. Even the choker she wore didn't look unusual.

  It was a gold plate on a chain that fit snug about her throat and read, “Devoted Mommy.” It was so innocent. I bet the women at church admired it, not knowing it was her slave collar, proof that Stefani owned her.

  I unlocked the rear door of the shop. The massage parlor opened in an hour. Lee, Juana, and Carmelita would be along soon, but we were here a little early to teach Mrs. Armstrong. We wanted her to work here.

  To give wanton massages.

  “What if someone I know comes here,” Mrs. Armstrong said as we slipped inside the parlor.

  “Well, then they'll know you're a lesbian whore, too,” Stefani said. She smacked her mother on the rump. My lover's green eyes were bright, her pierced nipples pressing hard against the stretchy, material. Her breasts jiggled. “Isn't that wonderful?”

  “Yes, Daughter,” said Mrs. Armstrong, her cheeks blushing.

  I smiled and opened the door. I smacked Mrs. Armstrong's rump as she passed, her brown skirt molding to her ass for a
second. I could feel she didn't have any underwear underneath. She wasn't allowed to wear any undergarments.

  The moment she was inside, her fingers went to the buttons of her dress. She worked them down, popping the buttons through the eyelets. She bit her lower lip as she exposed more and more of her round breasts. They were the same size as her daughter's, but softer.

  Would Stefani's grow larger now that she was pregnant, too? We just found out yesterday. Clint had definitely bred her that day we broke Mr. Armstrong and got him to agree to make Mrs. Armstrong our slut.

  Mrs. Armstrong stepped out of her dress, folding it up, her naked breasts jiggling. Her cheeks still had that delicious blush. Juices gleamed on her dark-red bush. She wiggled her hips back and forth, her thighs rubbing tight.

  “Mmm,” I said, sauntering to the parlor's employee breakroom, my fingers pulling up the hem of my halter top. I bared my large tits, my brassy hair falling around my shoulders. “We're going to teach you to be the best masseuse, Mrs. Armstrong. You're going to be loving all our customers without getting paid.”

  “Eating their pussies,” moaned Stefani.

  “Licking their assholes,” I groaned.

  “Drinking their pee,” said Stefani. “Oh, wait, you only get to drink our pee.”

  Mrs. Armstrong let out a low, throaty moan. She hadn't known about that perversion until Stefani pissed in her mouth two weeks ago, but she'd loved it. The older woman was such a slut. She wanted it all. She craved wicked passion.

  I unsnapped the button to my shorts. I thrust them down along with my panties, my pussy freshly shaved by Lee this morning. My naked breasts swayed as I folded up my clothing and slipped them into a cubby. Stefani stripped beside me, her dandelion tattoo coming into view, bright and sunny on her pubic mound. Her pussy lips looked so juicy and engorged, her clit peeking out.

  I licked my lips, aching to feast on her.

  Her pierced nipples gleamed as she grabbed her masseuse robe. We wore these pastel, silk robes that were often doffed when we were alone with our clients. We had many regulars that came here just to have naughty orgasms, though a few women only wanted to be massaged.

  We slipped out and headed to a massage room. I lit an incense stick as my redheaded lover stretched out on her belly on the table, her rump wiggling back and forth. Her toes flexed and curled. Her head vanished into the oval cutout at the top of the massage table, padded to provide comfort for her.

  “I'm going to rub all over your body, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong purred as she pulled out the massage oil. “I'm going to relax you.”

  “Good,” she said. “I'm super preggers. I need it.”

  “You're not super preggers,” I said, shaking my head. “You're not even showing. I'm not even super preggers.” I was starting to have morning sickness. It wasn't bad, just some nausea in the morning that some saltine crackers helped settle.

  “I'm super preggers, Yunie!” my lover said, her rump clenching. “I need to be pampered.”

  “Of course, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong said, spreading the massage oil.

  “Okay,” I said, moving around the other side of the bed, my large breasts swaying. “I want you to really work those fingers into her muscles. Don't be timid. You're not going to hurt her. And pay attention to what you're touching. You can feel where there are knots in the muscles.”

  Mrs. Armstrong nodded. The married sex slave pressed her hands into her daughter's back. She massaged the flesh, working her digits into them. Stefani moaned in delight. I watched the MILF work, my pussy itching as she stroked her daughter's flesh.

  Mrs. Armstrong's green eyes had a glossy passion in them as she massaged her way across Stefani's back, my lover groaning and cooing the entire way. My pussy dripped juices. It was so hot watching the mother pleasure her daughter.

  Massages were such intimate acts. The rubbing of a person's exposed flesh formed a naughty connection. I bit my lip, my fingers itching to rub my cunt as Mrs. Armstrong went lower and lower, working in circles. I gave small corrections from time to time, having her put more pressure here, to work a little more vigorous there.

  “Listen to Stefani's breathing, to the sounds she makes,” I said, my nipples throbbing. “You can tell if she likes it or hates it. Moderate your actions. Adjust yourself. If she coos, work there more. Relax her.”

  “Yes, yes, relax me,” moaned Stefani, her voice already a little drowsy. “Mmm, that's good, Mommy-slut.”

  “I'm glad, Daughter,” panted the MILF.

  She slid lower and squeezed her daughter's rump. I smiled, watching the MILF massaging my girlfriend's rump. The MILF licked her lips, her fingers digging into those juicy butt-cheeks. Stefani's asshole flashed and winked as her asscheeks parted. Her pussy gleamed between her thighs, her juices dripping out of her.

  The smell of her tangy musk, a similar flavor to her mother's twat, wreathed the air. I breathed it in, my heart pounding. My tongue flicked across my lips as the MILF's fingers dipped into her daughter's butt-crack. Digits stroked down the crevasse. She caressed her daughter's asshole, rubbing it.

  Mrs. Armstrong bit her lower lip while Stefani moaned in delight.

  “Just slide into her asshole,” I said. “You hear her. She loves it. You have to know your client and what she wants.”

  “Yes, Zoey,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. She pressed a finger into her daughter's asshole. I watched that anal ring swallow the digit.

  Stefani whimpered as her mother's finger went deeper and deeper. My lover's rump clenched, butt-cheeks squeezing about her mother's digit. Mrs. Armstrong pumped her finger in and out of her daughter's asshole, teasing her, making her coo.

  “You have another hand,” I said, “so keep massaging her. Caress her legs, her rump, even her pussy.”

  “Yes, Zoey,” the MILF moaned. She shuddered, her wedding ring flashing on her left hand as she massaged down my girlfriend's thigh, leaving gleaming, oil-coated skin behind.

  My pussy clenched. My cunt was on fire, wanting to touch myself. I bit my lip. My hips wiggled back and forth. Juices dripped down my thighs. This heat burned through me. My breasts jiggled and shook, swaying before me. My nipples ached.

  I pinched them.

  Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I moaned while Stefani whimpered. She squirmed as her mother fingered her asshole. Mrs. Armstrong plundered her daughter's asshole, the MILF's left hand sweeping back up her daughter's thigh to brush Stefani's plump vulva.

  “Mommy-slut!” gasped Stefani as her mother massaged her hot flesh.

  I loved it. Mrs. Armstrong rubbed her fingers up and down her daughter's slit, caressing her, massaging her twat. I licked my lips in delight, loving the sounds my lover made. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. My fingers twisted my nubs. Electricity shot down to my cunt.

  “That's it,” I groaned. “Mmm, listen to your daughter. You're getting her all nice and juicy. You're pleasing her. Getting her excited.”

  “I am,” the MILF moaned. “Mmm, she loves it.”

  “Yes, she does,” I said, licking my lips. “So what are you going to do now? You can hear her passion. What does she want?”

  “To cum,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “My Daughter needs to cum.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Stefani gasped.

  “Then let's roll her over and start 'massaging' her front.” I licked my lips, eager to start.

  The MILF pulled her fingers from her daughter's pussy and out of her asshole. Then Stefani flipped her over onto her back, her round breasts bouncing. Her nipple rings flashed. Her nubs were pink and delicious. She rubbed her thighs together, her clit throbbing.

  “Start with her breasts,” I moaned. “Just massage those tits. Keep her on edge. Make her feel amazing.”

  “Yes!” Stefani moaned, her voice feverish.

  Mrs. Armstrong's hands seized her daughter's breasts, the diamond wedding ring flashing. She promised to be faithful, but she was our naughty sex slave. It was so hot. I reveled in it, my thighs rubbing together. My clit t
hrobbed and ached. My juices leaked down my thighs.

  The MILF squeezed her daughter's tits. She massaged them, working her fingers into those lush tits. Stefani moaned as her mother's digits climbed up to her pierced nipples. Oiled fingers massaged those beautiful boobs.

  “Oh, that's it,” groaned Stefani. “Oh, Yunie, she's getting good at this. She's such a titty slut.”

  “I am, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. “You're breasts are just gorgeous.”

  She ducked down and sucked on a pierced nipple. Stefani gasped. Her body trembled, gleaming thighs rubbing together. The massage table creaked as she moaned. I twisted my nipples as I watched the sight, my tongue licking at my lips.

  The tangy scent of hot pussy filled my nose, mother and daughter mixing together. A hint of my own tart passion seasoned that delight. My hips wiggled back and forth. My tongue licked across my lips. My toes curled.

  Mrs. Armstrong nursed on her daughter's nub. Stefani gasped and shuddered. The MILF massaged both boobs as she loved her daughter's nipple. The MILF's lips sealed tight. Stefani's face contorted. Her head tossed back and forth.

  “That's it,” I moaned. “Massage those titties. You're getting your client's pussy so wet. I can smell her.”

  “Yes, yes!” moaned Stefani. “Yunie, my preggers pussy is on fire. I'm so ready for my orgasm. Ooh, this is incredible. You're doing such a good job, Mommy-slut.”

  Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she sucked on her daughter's nipple.

  I wiggled my hips back and forth. I twisted and tweaked my nipples. I pulled on them. My pussy was on fire. This was so hot. Mrs. Armstrong would be our lezzie slave. We would make her please so many women. She would eat all these pussies for us.

  She would make us so much money.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned, releasing my nipples. “Let's get down to massage her pussy. Let's drive her wild.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Stefani. “Massage my cunt! I'm on fire!”

  Mrs. Armstrong popped her mouth off her daughter's nipple. She groaned and then slid her oiled hand down her daughter's stomach. She reached Stefani's shaved pubic mound. The MILF thrust her daughter's legs apart, Stefani's pussy lips spreading open. Mrs. Armstrong licked her lips as she moved to mount the table.