Incestuous Harem’s Passion 7: Taboo Temptations by mypenname3000
Incestuous Harem’s Passion 7: Taboo Temptations by mypenname3000 ,
Naughty temptations afflict hot moms while Clint’s desire to make incest and bigamy legal continues to grow. , Incestuous Harem’s Passion
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Seven: Taboo Temptations
Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!
September 13th, 2021 – Cruzita Gutiérrez
“Cruzita?”
I lifted my head to see the Hispanic girl coming out of the cloth curtain that cut off the waiting room from the back hallway. She wore a lilac, silk robe about her petite figure. She wore her dark-brown hair short, framing her face. She couldn’t be more 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 chair, leaning over and wiggling her hips like a little girl. She was young, too, her face elfin and cheeks rosy. Her computer had a faint, humming sound coming from it. “She’s ready 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 curtain for me as I stood. My friend, Olivia Wright, had recommended this massage parlor. She said the Lady Touch Massage Parlor had done wonders for her and her eighteen-year-old daughter. It was the best stress relief in town.
I was desperate 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 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 door to a room and motioned me to enter. “Come on, pretty lady, I’ll take care of you. Mmm, you’re going to love having your massage cherry 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 woman. I blushed at the thought. Was she a lesbian? I didn’t have a lot of experience with lesbians. Or maybe I was just reading too much into an innocent glance.
Olivia had recommended the place.
The room was lit by scented candles. They burned happily along the counters on both sides of the room, dancing warm light everywhere. The soothing scent of cinnamon filled my nose. I shuddered at that scent. In the center 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 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 strange look. “Did you think you’d be clothed?” She hung my blazer from a coat rack to the right of the door. “How am I supposed to massage you, pretty lady, 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 skirt. Her fingers worked the buttons. “Shouldn’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 stomach. “Relax, pretty woman, we’re both ladies. It’s no different from the locker room.” She paused. “Unless you think I’m going to molest you.”
“Molest?” I gave a nervous laugh. “No, no. My friend said this place is amazing.”
Juana winked at me as she finished unbuttoning my blouse. She opened it, revealing my round 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 next door, 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 much longer.” I drew in a deep breath. It hurt. “Divorce should be final in a few months. California makes you go through a waiting process before they’ll finalize it. You know, a last chance to see if you can reconcile.”
“But you don’t want to?”
“He doesn’t like the hours I work. I’m never home, he claims. So he started fucking the girl next door. She’s barely older than our daughter. Eighteen, so she’s barely legal.” Anger flared through me. “And it’s hard on Laurita. She doesn’t want it to happen, and I can’t tell her that her father is a peckerhead piece of shit, now can I?”
“Then you need this,” Juana said with absolute sincerity. She slid her fingers along the waistband of my pencil skirt and found where it zipped up on the side. It fit my body. “Only thing better than one of our massages is getting fucked hard 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 didn’t work out,” she said. “But I’ll make you forget all about him.” She knelt down before me and tugged off my skirt. I shuddered at her kneeling there. It was such a… submissive act. She stared up at me with this bright gleam in her dark eyes. Her hands worked my skirt down my thighs, her fingers brushing my skin. We had nearly the same shade of brown.
I stepped out of my skirt and trembled. There was something different about this girl. 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 inches 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 band around to the clasp. Her small breasts were only inches from touching mine as she unhooked it. She fumbled for a moment, her weight shifted.
By accident, our breasts, separated by our clothing, pushed together. My nipples burst with a tingling sensation that rippled across my skin. An electric current that ended up at my pussy. My cheeks warmed at the awakened heat.
“There we are, pretty lady,” she said and leaned back, pulling away my bra straps. She slipped the cups off my breasts, exposing my round tits. They weren’t as firm as they used to be. But they still had their shape, my nipples thick and dark brown.
And hard.
My cheeks warmed with embarrassment. I hoped she didn’t notice. Or, at least, didn’t comment.
She added my bra to the pile. I shivered and went to go the bed, fighting the urge to cover my breasts. A locker room. Just like at the gym. Stripping naked wasn’t a big deal there. We were all women.
Only the locker room wasn’t lit by scented candles and I was stripping myself here.
“Hold up, pretty lady,” she said, grabbing my wrist. “You still have your panties and shoes on. You need to be naked.”