Holy Fucking Shit: Like Mother, Like Daughter
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Chapter 11: Wax and Want
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Wax and Want - A cocky college quarterback comes home for one last wild summer and starts a no-strings fling with his little brother’s ex, eighteen-year-old amusement-park hellcat Holly. What begins as daily reckless sex explodes when Holly’s newly-divorced MILF mother Debbie discovers them—and realizes the filthy dreams that have haunted her for weeks all feature the same twenty-year-old stud now railing her daughter on the family-room couch. Permission is enthusiastically granted, boundaries shatter, and by
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Daughter Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism
Thursday, June 27, 8:12 a.m.
I wake before the alarm, sunlight striping the bed in thin gold bars. The house is hushed, Holly still asleep upstairs, her 2 p.m. park shift hours away. The sheets are cool against my bare legs, but my skin’s already warm, pulse fluttering low in my belly. Saturday. The word hums like a promise.
I pad to the kitchen, start coffee, take the mug to the porch. Steam curls in the morning air. Last night replays in flashes: Shane’s knee pressed to mine under the table, the weight of his gaze, Holly’s whisper I couldn’t quite catch. My thighs clench. Saturday.
Pilates calls. I dress, black leggings, sports bra, hair in a high ponytail, and tiptoe past Holly’s door. Soft snores. Good. Windows down, music loud, I drive to the studio.
The room smells like eucalyptus and sweat. The instructor’s voice is sharp, “Engage your core!”, as we plank, pulse, tease. My muscles burn, but my mind drifts: Shane’s hands on my hips, guiding, strong. By the end, I’m glowing, humming.
Chiropractor next. Dr. Patel cracks my neck, my lower back. “Divorce treating you well?” she teases, pressing a thumb into a knot. I laugh, loose and floaty as I walk out.
Then I see it: Brazilian Body Wax – Walk-Ins Welcome. Neon pink, pulsing. George hated smooth. Fuck George. I push open the door.
The bell jingles. Lavender and hot wax hit me, warm and sweet, mingling with the faint tang of antiseptic. The space is small, clean, white walls, a single potted orchid, pop music low and thumping. Behind the counter, a girl, early 20s, blonde pixie cut, glittery name tag Lila, nose ring glinting, grins wide, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Hi ... just curious,” I say, voice smaller than I mean, fingers twisting the hem of my tank top. “Never done a full Brazilian.”
Lila leans forward, elbows on the counter, her bubblegum-pink nails tapping, lips curling into a playful smirk. “First time? Oh, baby, you’re in for a treat. Smooth as silk, lasts four weeks, feels so good, like every pair of panties is teasing you all day. You’ll be hooked, promise.”
I laugh, nervous, heat creeping up my neck. “I’m ... forty-two. Is that weird?”
“Weird?” She scoffs, tossing her head, bracelets jangling. “Honey, my oldest client’s sixty-two and gets it monthly. She says it’s her little black dress under the dress. Divorce glow-up? Do it for you. Feels sexy, powerful. Whoever’s lucky enough to get between these thighs next is gonna lose their mind.” Her eyes flick down, then back up, teasing.
“No one yet,” I say, swallowing, cheeks burning.
She leans closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. “Yet. Mmm, I like that. Come on, $65, 20 minutes. I’ll take real good care of you. Wax is warm, music’s hot, not that bad. You’ll be sliding into those lacy panties feeling like a goddess, and trust me, someone’s gonna worship.”
My heart hammers. What am I doing? This is insane. I’m a grown woman, not some college kid. But the thought of Shane’s fingers tracing bare skin, his mouth exploring, sends a jolt straight to my core. “Screw it. Book me.”
Lila claps, bouncing, her grin wicked. “Yes, queen! Follow me, let’s make you irresistible.” She leads me to a back room: soft lighting, lavender walls, a padded table with a crisp white paper sheet. A small speaker hums with a sultry remix. “Leggings off, lie back, knees up. Robe’s there if you’re shy, but I bet a woman like you owns it. Deep breath, first strip’s the worst, but I’ve got you.”
I strip, heart racing, the air cool against my skin. Oh God, too late now. I lie back, knees up, paper crinkling under me. Lila snaps on gloves, stirs a pot of wax, golden, molten, the scent sweet and sticky.
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