Incestuous Flesh Massaged Ch. 05

"That's it," I purred as her dress fell down around her thighs, her panties the same boring white. "Take it all off. Mmm, you have such a sexy body. I had fun playing with it. You purred like a kitty cat stroked by her mistress when I fucked you with the vibrator."

"Show us those lovely tits," moaned Mom, her bush pressing into my cunt. I shuddered. Her silky bush stroked the shaved folds of my pussy. This pleasure shot through me. "Let's see them, Ruth. You know you want us to love them."

"Get naked right now, you fucking dyke!" I moaned. "Strip it off. Stop pretending to be embarrassed. You're a lezzie slut! My pussy-eating whore!"

Mrs. Armstrong moaned. Her hands shoved down her panties. Her breasts jiggled in her bra as she rolled her panties down her thighs. Mrs. Armstrong's bush was a lighter red than her hair. Her juices stained her. She stepped out of her panties, her breath quickening. Her hands slid up her thighs, caressing her flesh.

Her touch rose higher and higher, nearing her pussy as she straightened. I shuddered, Mom's pussy grinding into mine. Her silky bush caressed my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. Waves and tingles made my body shudder. I whimpered and groaned, humping against her.

My thighs gripped her waist, pulling her bush and twat tight against me. We tribbed as Mrs. Armstrong almost touched her pussy. She came so close to caressing her twat. Her fingers grazed her inner thighs, almost caressing her vulva. Then she slid up through her bush and caressed her stomach. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra.

"Yes, yes, show us those titties, slut," Mom moaned, grinding against me. "Mmm, I want to see them. I want to suck on them. You know you want that, Ruth."

"Oh, Lord," Mrs. Armstrong moaned. She slipped the straps off her shoulders.

"Is she getting naked?" Stefani asked. "We can't see her."

"Ooh, you look so hot," I moaned as the married MILF pulled off her bra, her wedding ring glinting. "You're all naked, Mrs. Armstrong. Ooh, yes, yes, your nipples are hard. Your cunt is wet."

"So wet," groaned Mom. "Just like mine."

"Uh-huh," I moaned, Mom's juices soaking through her bush to my twat. I shuddered. My pleasure rippled through me. My clit ached and throbbed. I humped against her. "Oh, yes, yes. I'm so fucking wet."

Mom kissed me. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as she tribbed me. Our hips rubbed together. We caressed each other. Our clits brushed together. Sparks shot through me. My pussy clenched. Our tongues danced together. I loved her. She loved me.

The camera recorded it all.

Mrs. Armstrong whimpered. I could feel her eyes on our pussies rubbing together, Mom's silky bush caressing my shaved twat. My back arched, pressing my tits into my mother's breasts. My heart pounded. My blood pumped through my veins.

Mom nibbled on my lower lip. Her hands stroked my sides. My blood burned as the pleasure built in my pussy. My clit drank in the silky caress of her bush, the hot kiss of her pussy lips. Our bodies writhed together. My hands stroked her back as we loved each other.

"Oh, Lord," whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. "I... I..."

I heard a wild moan from the married woman. In a moment, she was on the bed. I shuddered beneath Mom, hearing Mrs. Armstrong groan. My mom's eyes widened. She broke the kiss and let out a shuddering moan.

"Oh, yes, Ruth, lick my pussy! Ooh, you got your tongue deep in me."

I shuddered, smiling, knowing Mrs. Armstrong was feasting on my mom. I trembled beneath my mother. Then I gasped as the MILF's tongue flicked down and brushed my pussy lips. She lapped her tongue through my cunt. She fluttered her tongue fluttered through my folds. She nibbled on my pussy lips.

"Ooh, you nasty dyke-slut!" I gasped as her tongue thrust into me. "You're just a cunt-munching whore! Yes, yes, get that tongue in me. Polish my twat. You're so pathetic! Such a lying, hypocritical cunt."

"Your husband has no idea that you're a naughty lesbian," Mom moaned. "Ooh, yes, yes, lick my twat!"

Mrs. Armstrong's tongue flicked up and down through both our pussies. She lapped back and forth between Mom and me. I shuddered, her tongue brushing my clit. Sparks flew through me. It was an incredible treat. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as the married MILF devoured us both.

Our incestuous juices must be mixed in her mouth. She was tasting us both. Her tongue stroked me. She licked and lapped at me. Mom squirmed atop me, grinding her clit and bush into my twat. I shuddered. This wonderful treat surged through me. I whimpered and groaned. This amazing heat washed through me.

My head swam as the delight shot through me. Every flick of the MILF's tongue across my labia, every grind of my mom's pussy against my clit sent pleasure rippling through my body. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. I came closer and closer to exploding.

"Damn, she's just going to town on your pussies," moaned my girlfriend in my ear. "She is such a filthy, disgusting whore. Look at her."

"Uh-huh," I moaned. "Ooh, Mrs. Armstrong, yes, yes, just thrust that tongue into me. You love my pussy."

"It's so good," she whimpered. "I'm so weak. I can't help it."

Her tongue thrust into my cunt and swirled around inside of me. I shuddered and gasped. My breasts pressed into Mom's as I stared into her face twisting with pleasure. She shuddered atop me as Mrs. Armstrong's tongue flicked from my twat up to my mom's.

Mom squealed into my kiss. She broke it, her face twisting with pleasure. Her pussy ground into mine as she squirmed in delight. I smiled, knowing Mrs. Armstrong was driving us both to our orgasms.

"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped. "Make us cum! You're our nasty, little pussy licker, aren't you? You just want to feast on us!"

"I do!" the MILF moaned. "Your pussies taste so delicious."

I smiled at Mom and kissed her again. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. My hips ground against her. This wicked heat rippled through me as Mrs. Armstrong's tongue fluttered between our folds. She sucked on my clit and Mom's at the same time, moaning, gasping.

I couldn't take much more of this. It was intoxicating. The MILF was just a slut. It was incredible how she devoured me. I groaned and gasped as she moaned into my clit. My bud buzzed. I stared into my mother's dark eyes.

"I know," she moaned. "Oh, I know. I'm going to cum! Cum with me!"

"Uh-huh," I groaned, my heart trembling. "Mrs. Armstrong, keep doing that, you fucking slut! Yes!"

I came.

My mother shuddered.

My pussy convulsed as the MILF's tongue flicked up and down between our twats. Mom whimpered, her face contorting in bliss. Stars danced around her face as the waves of delight washed out of my spasming twat.

Mrs. Armstrong moaned, feasting on us. I clutched my mom to me. I kissed her, sharing this wild, incestuous moment. We were loving each other the way a mother and daughter should. The way Mrs. Armstrong should have loved Stefani.

My body trembled. My big boobs pressed into my mom's pillowy mounds as that nasty, married bitch devoured our cream gushing out of us. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture surged through me. This was incredible. Amazing.

I loved my mother. She was perfect. I wanted to be just like her.

My orgasm hit its peak. I shuddered through those final moments of delight. Mom whimpered into my lips, her body bucking. She broke the kiss and let out a final gasp before she rolled off of me, panting, groaning.

I stared down my body as my orgasm died. My gaze fell on Mrs. Armstrong dripping in the combined pussy juices of my mother and me. They ran over her chin and cheek. They coated her. The MILF panted, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at us.

"Yes, yes, that's so fucking hot!" Stefani moaned. "Is she dripping in your cream? I can only see her nasty cunt. Her bush looks soaked and... Clint! Clint, fuck me!"

"Damn, our brother is fucking your girlfriend hard, Zoey," Melody moaned. "You turned our brother on. Ooh, I'm licking your pussy extra nice tonight as a way of thanks."

I just shuddered, staring at Mrs. Armstrong. Her green eyes were wild. "I bet you need a cum, slut."

"I do," she moaned, crawling up my body. Her round tits, smaller than mine and my mother's, swayed. "I need it so badly."

I grabbed her nipple and twisted it so hard. "So why did you lie to all your fucking friends? Why did you try to destroy us?"

"Because..." She shuddered, her face twisting, verging on the edge between pain and rapture. "Because I was afraid I would come back. That I would be lost. Not just lesbian sex, but... but incest. What we're doing is wrong. I should be better than this."

"Better than a conniving, lying, married whore who loves pussy?" I demanded. "There's nothing wrong with licking pussy, but trying to destroy your daughter? You're pathetic! You're not good enough to eat my pussy any longer. You're only good enough for my asshole."

Her eyes widened. "What."

"Yeah, you nasty, lesbian whore." I twisted her nipple, loving the way she sucked in a breath. She shuddered and groaned. "I want your tongue in my asshole. I want you licking it. Loving it. You're going to be my fucking anal slut. You don't ever get to touch my pussy. My cunt's too good for you. Get that tongue in my asshole."

"Ooh, yes, yes," moaned Mom. She shuddered then rolled off the bed. "Do that, Ruth. Lick her asshole."

The married woman shuddered then she nodded her head. Her tongue flicked across her lips. "Are you eager to eat my asshole?"

"I..." She trembled, breasts jiggling. "I am a lying, disgusting hypocrite! I was so ashamed that I wanted to keep having sex with my daughter, that I had to destroy you. I'm so sorry. I am nasty. I'll lick your asshole. I'll eat you and make you cum."

"Yes!" hissed Zoey in my ear. "Make her eat your butt-hole. Ooh, Yunie, your brother's cock is slamming into my cunt. He loves this."

"Fucking hot," growled Clint. "You're perfect, Zoey. You and Mom are doing amazing."

I released the MILF's nipple. I rolled over on my stomach beneath her, my boobs pressed into the bed like I was about to get a massage. I pulled a pillow down, resting my cheek on it. Then I wiggled my hips.

I groaned as Mrs. Armstrong nuzzled on my spine. Her tongue flicked out through the groove of my back as I watched Mom open her large purse. She dug something out, bent over so I could stare at her bubbly ass and her black bush soaked in her juices. Her pink pussy lips peeked through the dark strands.

I whimpered as I watched her digging through her purse. It was such a mom purse, the type that carried everything in it. Wet wipes, her wallet, snack bars, pens, pencils, makeup, keys, Q-tips, cotton balls, band-aids, and, to my delight, a set of anal beads.

I shuddered as she produced those. They were pink, the first one the size of a marble, the last one bigger than a golf ball. She licked them as she watched Mrs. Armstrong smooching her way down my spine.

"That's it," I moaned as the MILF moved lower and lower. Tingles raced up my back. Her silky hair caressed my hot skin. "Get down there and eat my asshole."

"Mmm," mom purred around the anal beads, sliding them into her mouth. She had skill. She tilted her head back, deep-throating the beads to get the last ones in her mouth. Her lips slid over the beads, sealing around them like they were a dick.

My mom was awesome.

She pulled them out, leaving them dripping in her saliva. She sauntered to the bed as Mrs. Armstrong's hands grabbed my rump. Her lips reached the small of my back. She parted my asscheeks and flicked her tongue into my butt-crack.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as her tongue caressed down through my crack. I purred in delight, wiggling my hips. This wicked heat burned through me. This was so hot. I couldn't believe this was happening. It would be incredible. I was looking forward to the cunt doing such naughty things to me.

"That's it!" I moaned. "You're almost to my asshole. You're going to love it, aren't you, whore?"

"Just feast on it!" she moaned.

"That's it, you fucking piece of flaming trash!" hissed Stefani. "Ooh, her hips are wiggling back and forth. She's excited. My mother is an ass-licking lezzie-whore!"

"Uh-huh," I groaned, loving the passion in my lover's voice. I could hear Clint's flesh slapping against Stefani's. He fucked her hard.

"What's Mom doing?" Melody asked. "No, Lee, I didn't say stop licking my butt-hole. Get that tongue in me."

I shuddered, smiling.

Mom sauntered towards the bed, brandishing her anal beads. As Mrs. Armstrong played with my asshole, she was going to get her own anal treat. I smiled, my nipples throbbing against the bed. I shuddered, the MILF reaching my asshole.

At first, she kissed it. She worked her lips against my puckered sphincter like it was her lover's mouth. Her fingers clenched into my rump. I shuddered in delight. My pussy clenched as this heat shot through me. It was incredible. Her tongue danced around it.

"Shove that tongue into her asshole," purred Mom. "Just like this."

Mrs. Armstrong gasped into my asshole. I knew Mom was pushing the anal beads into the married slut's bowels. Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and moaned. She kissed my sphincter with more aggression as I knew Mom worked those beads in one after the other.

"That is the perfect shot," groaned Clint.

"Mom's asshole is swallowing the beads," groaned Stefani. "Look at that slut enjoy it! Ooh, she's wiggling her hips, Yunie. Is she moaning into your asshole?"

"Uh-huh," I groaned, savoring the passion of Mrs. Armstrong's purrs and groans. "Now she's licking my butt-hole. She's swirling her tongue around my sphincter."

"Rim her," moaned Mom.

Mrs. Armstrong rocked forward, gasping into my butt-hole. I bet Mom had shoved in that last anal bead. The thick one. My asshole clenched while Mrs. Armstrong moaned. Her tongue swirled and caressed my sphincter. She teased it, sending naughty tingles melting to my cunt.

Then she worked her tongue against my back door. I groaned as she pressed it into me. She fluttered it around in me. This wicked heat surging through me. She gasped and moaned as she pressed her tongue against my anal ring.

"Yes!" I gasped. "Get that tongue into my asshole."

"Mmm, please her," Mom moaned. "And I'll give you a treat, you nasty, fucking slut."

Mrs. Armstrong's tongue wiggled against my asshole. My sphincter parted. I groaned, my back arching. Velvety delight rippled down to my pussy as the MILF's tongue penetrated into my anal sheath. She thrust it as far as she could reach into my depths, tasting my sour bowels.

"That's it!" I moaned. "Oh, yes, I bet you love the taste of my dirty asshole."

"Of course she does," purred Mom. "She's an anal slut."

"Yes, yes, yes!" groaned Stefani. "Oh, Clint, isn't my whore-mother such an anal slut? My mother is a fucking cunt! Ooh, look at her. She's got those anal beads buried all the way in her tight asshole."

"Yes, she does!" growled Clint, his voice tighter. "You're going to cum watching your mother being an anal slut."

"I am!" squealed Stefani. "On your big dick, Clint! God, I love your cock!"

"Fire your cum into her," moaned Melody. "Ooh, this is fucking hot."

It was.

I groaned in delight as the MILF's tongue swirled through my asshole. My eyes fluttered. The heat burned through me. This delight surged around inside my bowels. It was incredible. Amazing. A treat to enjoy. I bit my lip, my butt-cheeks squeezing about her face as she fucked her tongue in and out of my anal sheath.

Her fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. She feasted on my asshole, driving me nuts. I was going to cum just from her devouring my ass. It was incredible. My nipples throbbed as I squirmed on the sheets. My pussy clenched.

"Mmm, you're going to make her cum, slut!" moaned my mother. "Then I'll give you a treat. You're going to love it."

"Yes," Mrs. Armstrong moaned. "I want a treat."

"Yes, you do, Ruth," Mom moaned. "Mmm, wiggle that ass. And look at that cunt. You're dripping wet. Your juices are running down your thighs, whore."

"Such a whore!" I moaned. "An anal whore! An asshole-loving fiend. Damn, you got that tongue so deep into me."

"So good!" she groaned.

Her tongue stirred me up. The stimulation melted to my pussy. I was on fire. I couldn't take much more. Stefani, Clint, and Melody were moaning in my ear. They were watching us, having such a good time witnessing the married whore embracing her anal, lesbian desires.

I groaned, my clit throbbing. Her tongue was amazing. She stimulated my bowels. My face contorted as the pressure in my pussy built and built. The heat swelled in me. My girlfriend's mother devoured my asshole.

"Fucking anal whore!" I hissed. "Just a little more."

"Cum, Yunie!" moaned Stefani. "Let's cum together. Your brother's dick is stirring me up. I want his cum firing in me."

"Yes!" I gasped. "I'm going to cum! I'm almost there."

"Me, too!" groaned in my ear.

Mrs. Armstrong's tongue thrust deep into my bowels. Her fingers clenched into my rump. My body bucked as my orgasm exploded in my cunt. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me. I screamed out my rapture.

"I'm cumming, Yunie! Oh, yes, yes! I'm cumming on your brother's dick!"

"Mrs. Armstrong! You nasty slut!" I howled. "Oh, fuck, yes! Don't stop licking me!"

"You made her cum," my mother moaned.

I heard the anal beads ripping out of Mrs. Armstrong's bowels. A staccato beat of wet plops. The MILF moaned into my asshole as the pleasure swept through my body. Stars burst across my vision as ecstasy drowned my mind.

"She's squirting!" Stefani howled. "She came from that. She's squirting so much cream."

"Ooh, you're a messy one," moaned my mother. "Such an anal dyke if you came from that."

"I am!" Mrs. Armstrong howled. "An anal whore!"

"Fuck!" Clint grunted.

"Yes, yes, flood my cunt, Clint!" howled my girlfriend.

"Lee!" squealed my half-sister.

I groaned as my orgasm rippled through me. This wonderful heat burned through my body. My asshole convulsed around Mrs. Armstrong's tongue as she thrust it back into me. She swirled it around in me, gasping, moaning.

It was so incredible. The camera recorded every minute of the slut loving us. Feasting on us. It was wonderful. We had her confession in all its perverted glory. I trembled and shuddered on the bed, my orgasms melting my mind.

"You are such a disgusting, filthy thing!" I moaned. "Mrs. Armstrong, you should be sucking your daughter's toes and begging her forgiveness. Now get the fuck out of here. I'm done with you. I want to make love to my mother without your diseased cunt around."

"Yes," Mom moaned.

SMACK!

"Get your dress and panties and get out of here!" hissed Mom. "I have to love my daughter the way a mother should."

"Love it!" my girlfriend groaned, her voice throaty.

I watched as my mother grabbed Mrs. Armstrong and shoved her towards the door naked. She thrust her out of the hotel room. The MILF pounded on the door, naked in the hallway. I laughed as Mom winked at me. She sauntered back, grabbing Mrs. Armstrong's dress and purse.

"Not these panties or bra," Mom said, shaking her head. "She should wear better than this."

I laughed. "You're the best."

Mom wrenched open the hotel room door, threw the dress in the bitch's face, and then slammed it shut again.

I smiled at Mom and asked, "What other toys do you have in there? I'm sure our family would love to watch more."

"Yes!" squealed Melody.

Mom winked at me.

* * *

Three days later, things were back to normal at the massage parlor. The protest ended within an hour of Mrs. Armstrong being thrown out of the hotel room. Melody had slipped back out to join the protesters and heard her pathetic lies and apology to her church friends.