Reborn
Copyright© 2025 by DeeKay
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Broken by the world. Saved by her parents' love.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BiSexual Incest Mother Father Daughter Squirting
Nina lay on the massage table, her body trembling, shining with sweat, slick, and love. Tears clung to her lashes — not from pain — but from overwhelming, shattering joy.
Linda leaned over her, eyes gleaming with pride and love, and kissed her damp forehead tenderly.
Gently, Linda and Jon helped her sit up — Nina gasping, trembling, the world spinning around her. Her legs slid off the side of the table, bare feet finding the cool floor, but when she tried to stand, her knees buckled immediately. Jon caught her effortlessly, strong arms wrapping around her waist. Linda slipped under her other arm, holding her steady.
“Easy,” Jon murmured, kissing her temple. “You don’t have to do anything alone anymore,” Linda whispered against her ear.
They walked her slowly out of the massage room, supporting her weight between them, her arms around their shoulders. Nina stumbled a little, wobbly as a newborn deer — legs slick with their combined love, thighs still trembling from aftershocks. The villa was dim and warm, the rain still hissing softly against the windows, distant thunder rumbling low. They moved through the quiet house, through the golden light, toward the master bedroom.
The bedroom was a sanctuary — soft lamps casting a low, golden glow. The huge bed was turned down — thick white sheets, heavy blankets. Fluffy towels lay ready at the foot of the bed.
Jon guided Nina to the edge of the mattress, helping her sit down, then lowering her gently onto the sheets. Linda knelt by the bed, grabbing a thick, warm towel, and handed it to Jon with a soft smile.
Jon kissed Nina’s knee, then began to dry her tenderly, reverently. Slow strokes — soaking up the sweat, the cum, the slick. Every inch of her body was worshiped under his careful hands — belly, thighs, calves, arms, breasts. Between each pass of the towel, Jon pressed soft kisses against her skin — her kneecap, her bellybutton, the soft inner slope of her hip.
Nina whimpered softly, floating, drifting — soaked not in sex anymore, but in love.