Chapter 2

On Saturday morning I had booked us into the spa for a full regimen of beauty treatments after breakfast. This included a “seaweed wrap,” mani/pedi, and a massage for each of us. It would be Kate’s first massage, and she looked forward to it.

Kate and I entered the seaweed wrap area and were offered the option of separate rooms or adjoining tables. I asked Kate and she agreed to adjoining tables where we were wrapped side-by-side. I didn’t realize until too late that the seaweed wrap was over our nude bodies.

I don’t recommend the seaweed wrap for anyone the bit claustrophobic. We each were wrapped tight head to toe in long bands of seaweed, and left on a table for ½ hour. There was no way to move your arms or legs and no escape. This was supposed to be therapeutic for the skin, but for me it was pure terror. I didn’t want to panic and upset Kate so I did my best to keep cool. But it was a struggle.

Once away from the seaweed wrap, and after our nail treatments, we entered another room for the massage. Again, we were offered separate rooms or adjoining tables made for massage for two – with the tables close enough together for the couple to hold hands while being massaged. This was surely a feature usually offered to newlywed couples. Indeed, Kate and I might have been the only Mom/Daughter couple to accept the offer of massage with adjoining tables.

Once again, we were instructed to strip and lay on the table nude, with just a small towel over our butts. Two young women of some eastern-European origin (perhaps Bulgarian – they spoke some kind of Slavic language to each other) came to give us our massage. They were both blonde and pretty. Maybe they were sisters. I was looking forward to a relaxing time after the horror of the seaweed wrap. I could look over and watch Kate being massaged by a young woman and enjoy that view.

Kate and I were on our tummies, the ladies working our backs and our legs. Over time, the ladies moved the towel up or down to address our lower butt cheeks. I was feeling good, and getting wet thinking of Kate under then hands of another woman.

I wondered if Kate had any lesbian fantasies or even any real lesbian experiences. As far as I knew she dated only boys and was still a virgin. College beckoned in the future, but right now she was still a high school senior at a Catholic high school. I imagined that the opportunities for sexual adventure were probably limited, as they had been back when I was in high school. I too graduated as a virgin and only began to gain experience with boys when I was in college.

All of these thoughts about Kate, lesbianism, boys, and college left me somewhat turned on. I think my masseuse picked up on my vibe because she let her hand slip a bit too far into the space between my legs as she reached the top of my thighs. Her fingers caressed my pussy just for a second. I had to think whether this was an accident or an invitation for me to respond and seek more. As I was thinking, it happened again and I was pretty sure it was an invitation if I wanted to accept it. Perhaps the masseuse did this with all the ladies and geared her next move to their response. Those ladies who tightly closed up their legs or brushed her hand away or gave her a disapproving word were treated to a purely non-sexual massage. Me, turned on as I was, I opened my legs a tiny bit more to see what might happen. My masseuse got the message and her fingers lingered on my pussy,. After a few more similar passes over my pussy, the masseuse let her knuckle push into my folds and enter me. I caught me breath. And that is when Kate looked up over at me.

Kate was next to me watching while my masseuse clearly had her hand between my spread legs and I was somewhat discretely pushing back as she was finger fucking me. I smiled at Kate, silently telling her that I was OK and indicating that I was OK with this special massage treatment.

Perhaps it was involuntary, but as Kate watched me being fondled, her legs also opened a bit and her masseuse began reaching between Kate’s legs to massage her pussy as well. Kate caught her breath but didn’t protest.

Why did these masseuses think that I would allow them to take sexual liberties with me while my daughter watched. And even more, why would they think I would allow my daughter to be molested while I watched. Perhaps by accepting the couples massage room, I had inadvertently given the two masseuses the message that I was OK with my daughter and me getting side-by-side lesbian sexual massages. Indeed, thinking about it later, it occurred to me that it was likely that the masseuses gave sexual massages to husband and wife couples where the man watched his wife engage in lesbian sex and the wife (if she allowed it) watched her husband getting a handjob – or maybe even fucking – the other masseuse. Perhaps the couple could even request a male to “massage” the wife and a woman to “massage” the man (or even the reverse). Of course, none of this was on the official advertising brochure of the club.