Chapter 6: Mommy’s Girl / Daddy’s Girl

Lily slept in the next morning, missing breakfast. Then, unsure of what to say to her parents, she tried to avoid them. But around noon she got up and went into the kitchen and her mother was there.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Lily gave a typical teenaged grunt in reply, which caused her mother to chuckle. Clearly, Cherie was in a good mood.

“If you want to talk about what happened last night, your father and I are here. No pressure. But if you have any concerns or questions or just want to talk about how fun it was, we’re here to listen.”

Lily stared at her blankly. She had so much to say, but talking to her mother about it was the last thing she wanted. She desperately wished Alex were here to talk to.

“I thought it would be nice,” continued Cherie, “if we had a spa day together. There’s probably a lot of thoughts running through your mind after last night, and it might be nice to just relax, be pampered, and clear your mind. We can get a massage, relax in the sauna and jacuzzi, even get a mani-pedi if you want.”

Lily didn’t know what to say. Under normal circumstances, a spa day with mom would be fun. She had never had a professional massage, and it would be a new experience. But after last night, she wasn’t sure. Spending more time with her mom right now would be confusing.

“I checked at this one spa I really like, and two of their best masseuses are available tomorrow. How about it?”

“Sure, it will be fun,” Lily found herself saying, not entirely convincingly.

Her dad was spending that Saturday at work, and her mom went out shopping, so Lily managed to avoid her parents for most of the afternoon. She really wanted to talk to Alex, but when she texted, Alex replied saying she was out with her parents and would text later. So Lily spent the day frustrated and confused, conflicted about her lust for her parents, especially her father. Fortunately, that evening was spent watching television with her parents, so there was little pressure to talk. Alex didn’t get back to her.

The next day, on the drive to the spa, her mother kept raving about what a great place it was, how the staff, especially the two masseuses they had booked, were so attentive and accommodating. When they got there, they were greeted by Dylan, who was one of their masseuses, a fit and pretty woman in her twenties with short, brown hair. She gave them a brief tour of the facilities. Lily was impressed. It was pretty swanky. There were baths, sauna and steam rooms, and services running from massages, to scrubs, to mani-pedicures. And Dylan seemed very nice.

The tour concluded with the locker room, and Dylan provided them with robes and said she and Rose, the other masseuse, would be waiting for them when they were ready. Lily and her mom undressed, and then her mom insisted on showering, saying it was only polite to be clean for the masseuses. The prospect of showering with her mother brought up more confusing thoughts, but in the end, it was just a shower. Robed and ready, they left the locker room to meet Dylan and Rose.

Dylan was waiting outside the locker room and escorted them to the massage room. It was dimly lit, mainly from candles, and the air smelled of incense. Standing by one of the massage tables was Rose, fit and pretty like Dylan, only with long, brown hair.

“I’ll start off with Rose,” said Cherie. “She knows just what I like.” And with that, she lay face down on the massage table, arranging the towel so it covered her butt.

Lily smiled nervously at Dylan and did the same.

Dylan leaned down and said softly in Lily’s ear, “Your mom tells me this is your first massage. I’ll start off with a standard massage. If you want me to go harder or softer, just let me know. Is there anywhere you want to concentrate on particularly?”

The warm breath on her ear discomfited the teen. “No, nothing in particular,” she said.

“Just relax and enjoy it then.” And with that Dylan poured some oil on Lily’s upper back. It was warm and tickled just a bit. Then she started to gently rub and spread the oil across her back and shoulders. Lily stiffened at the unfamiliar touch.

Dylan leaned down again and asked, “Are you nervous?”

“A little.”

“What helps sometimes is a blindfold. It helps some people relax. Would you like one?”

“I guess.”

Dylan stepped away for a moment and returned with a blindfold, which she placed over Lily’s eyes.

“You still seem a bit jumpy. Another thing that helps are some gentle restraints. Some people find if they can’t see anything or move too much, it helps them get into a relaxing, trance-like state. Would you like to try that?”

A surge of excitement welled up from deep within at the mention of restraints.

“It won’t hurt, will it?”

“Of course not. They’re padded and quite soft.”

“Okay, I guess.”

Dylan then put padded cuffs around Lily’s wrist and ankles, fastening them to the table’s legs and trestle. Her wrists were now beside her head, and she could move them a little, but not much. Her legs, however, were immobile and spread slightly apart. Lily couldn’t help but feel vulnerable, especially as the vibe, whether or not Dylan intended it, had become distinctly sexual.

But as the massage proceeded, Lily found that she could indeed relax somewhat. The blindfold did help eliminate distractions, although the restraints kept her in a state of low-key sexual excitation. Dylan’s touch was nice, firm but not hard. Loosening knots of tissue Lily didn’t know she had. Gradually, the masseuse worked her way down Lily’s back, applying more oil as needed. When she reached the rise of Lily’s buttocks, Dylan suddenly switched to working Lily’s thighs. Then she inched her way upward.

Lily gasped when the woman touched her outer labia. Dylan gently squeezed the labia together, causing the rest of the vulva, including the clit, to rub against each other, caught in the grip of her fingers. The gasp turned to a moan as Lily gave in to the sensation. Lily couldn’t see, but she wondered what her mother could see and hear, and what she thought. Then Dylan’s hands moved further up, massaging and pulling apart her ass cheeks.

Then Lily felt Dylan’s tongue circle and probe her rosebud. As if electrified, Lily moaned loudly, lurching forward against the restraints. She wanted the woman both to stop and to continue.

Dylan spent some time focused on Lily’s asshole, then she moved down and started lapping at her cunt. Lily tried to close her legs to stop it, but the restraints held her back. It was all too much for the teen, and she began to rock with an orgasm, pulling hard against the restraints.

The masseuse pulled away, and a moment later Lily heard her speaking softly into her ear, “Would you like to turn over?”

“Yes, please.”

Then, without removing the blindfold, Dylan unfastened the restraints and guided the teen as she turned over onto her back. Dylan gently brushed her lips against Lily’s, not quite a kiss, and refastened the restraints. This time her arms were fastened down by her sides, her legs still spread apart.

Next, Lily felt a hand cupping her left breast and a tongue circling the nipple. Then there was a second mouth on her right breast. It must be Rose, she thought. By this time her nervousness had faded away, and she put her head back and luxuriated in the two women worshipping her breasts.

After a pleasant few minutes, the sucking at her right breast ceased, and she felt a body between her legs. A moment later, a tongue was again lapping at her cunt, and she was on her way, building to another orgasm.

Then a hand pulled off the blindfold. Lily opened her eyes to find Dylan still at her breast, but it was her mother who was between her legs, eating her out. Lily didn’t know what to do. This was wrong! Yet it was what she wanted, more than anything except perhaps if it had been her father.

Rose, who was standing over her leaned down and said, “Watching your mother eat you is so sexy. I’m almost cumming just watching.” And indeed Rose’s hand was between her own legs. Then Rose said, “Would you like to eat me?”

Lily looked into the woman’s hazel eyes and said, “Oh, God! Yes!”

With that, Rose clambered onto the table and lowered her shaved pussy onto Lily’s waiting mouth and tongue.

The now familiar delicious and sour scent of pussy and the knowledge that the restraints prevented her from doing anything to stop it sent Lily to a new height, and as soon as her tongue touched Rose’s clit Lily was wracked with another orgasm.

Throughout it all, Cherie kept lapping at her daughter’s pussy, sending Lily into orgasm after orgasm. Lily, distracted as she was by her own throes of pleasure, kept at Rose’s quim as well. And soon that woman was arching her back and moaning with her own pleasure.

Her orgasm complete, Rose climbed off Lily, and Cherie moved up on top of her daughter and kissed her. Lily eagerly returned the kiss, tongues interlocking.

When they broke the kiss Lily asked, “Can I do that to you?”

Cherie smiled, and looking at Dylan and Rose, asked them to release Lily from her restraints. Then she turned around into a sixty-nine position.

Lily looked up her mom’s pussy, the inner labia blossoming out of the outer and the clit poking up like the leaves and column of an orchid. It glistened with her mother’s juices. Tentatively she licked at it, savoring her mother’s taste for the first time, while she felt her mother’s lips and tongue working at her own pussy once again. Lily licked and tongued more firmly, and soon she was lapping furiously, while Rose and Dylan sat on the other massage table, hands in each other’s pussy enjoying the mother-daughter show.