Chapter 10: Incestuous Lust Kindled

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

April 4th, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker

I leaned back in the chair watching the video of Clint’s wedding to Pam Hiragawa. My eyes studied it for the dozenth time. I had several pads of notes written on what I’d observed. There had to be something useful in it. Something we could grab onto. Every day, it felt like that bastard Clint was getting further and further from justice.

Protected by his powerful friends.

The small room, covered in our notes on the walls, felt stuffy. My shirt was rumpled. A layer of grime covered my skin. I needed to shower. To shave. Sleep. My eyes felt watery, but I just couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not when this case needed to be cracked open so damned wide the DA would have to do something about it.

A loud knock wrapped the door. I grunted something, my eyes staring at the TV.

The door opened. “Hey, happy birthday, Tucker.”

I grunted and looked up to see a bottle flying at me. I managed to grab it. I clutched a bottle of Johnny Walker Black, the whiskey sloshing around in it. I grinned at it and looked up to see Officer Nicholson in the doorway wearing his patrol uniform, blue jumpsuit, his heavy gun belt festooned with equipment from his sidearm to a taser, cuffs, mace, and more.

“So, this is what you detectives do, huh?” Nicholson said as he sauntered into the room, eyes flicking around. “Watching ... Is that a wedding video?”

“Uh-huh,” I grunted. The last person I trained before moving onto detective was Nicholson. A sharp, young man. He was nearly thirty now with the stripes of a patrol sergeant on his shoulders. “It’s the life.”

Nicholson laughed. “I’ll say.” He looked around. “So this is the whispered case the mighty Nelson Tucker’s been working for the last year with nothing to show for it.”

“Yep.” My insides souring. “You here to bust my balls?”

“Of course,” he said, grinning at me. “Damn, you look like shit. When was the last time you went home.”

“Don’t remember.” I shrugged. “Ain’t nothing there.” I paused the video and looked up at him. “How’s it going on the street?”

“Shittily.” He leaned against the wall. “Playing catch and release it seems. I swear I arrest a guy at the start of my patrol and he’s back out on the street causing shit by the end of it. What’s the fucking point of humping it?”

I grunted. “Now your sister’s in the shit?”

“She’s as dumb as her brother,” Nicholson said, a smile crossing his lips. “She’s just out of probation. A boot no longer. She’s on solo patrol. Working out in West Sacramento.”

“Good to hear,” I said. “Easy beat.”

“It’s all the shit these days. She spends half her time covering other parts of the city.” Nicholson arched his back. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout movin’ on. Woodland’s got an opening for a patrol sergeant. Might try and swing it with them.”

“And get bored in the suburbs?” I asked.

He shrugged.

The door opened and my partner entered. Sunny Savage opened her mouth and then blinked at the sight of Nicholson. He gave her a nod and she responded with a flat one back, her youthful face a mask of stoic reserve.

“We need to change tactics,” I said to her, sitting up. “We’re being too damn cautious. We got to be aggressive.”

“What are you thinking?” Sunny asked, her words cautious.

I grinned and told her.

July 17th, 2023 – Cruzita Martínez

I was Cruzita Gutiérrez no longer. My divorce might be over, but I still needed the soothing relaxation from the Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor. I came at least once a week to relax and enjoy myself, usually on a weekday.

But today was special. My daughter had just turned eighteen.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself,” I told her as she stood up to go back. “This will change your life. Just go with whatever Carmelita does.”

My daughter, Laurita, gave me a strange look. “What does that mean, Mom?”

I just winked at her. “Enjoy. Happy birthday, Laurita.”

“Mmm, I’ll take care of you, pretty girl,” Carmelita said, taking my daughter by the arm and leading her back. The masseuse had a similar shade of golden-brown skin to my daughter. A naughty tingle raced through me at the thought of Laurita having her first lesbian massage.

Or maybe it wasn’t her first one. It was the twenty-twenties. Kids were supposed to be getting up to all sorts of things that worried parents. I never thought Laurita was doing anything, but then did my parents know when I lost my virginity?

“She’s so cute,” said Lee, speaking English. She knelt on her receptionist chair, wiggling back and forth. I had come to learn a lot about her. She had a Master who utterly controlled her in some strange BDSM relationship. She probably had a vibrator in her buzzing away, unable to cum without his permission. “I hope my daughter’s that cute when she’s that age.”

“When she starts growing boobs, she’ll stop being so cute and become a bit of a nightmare,” I told her. “But Laurita mellowed out the last year.”

“I think her daddy can keep her in line.”

My usual masseuse, Juana, opened the door. She was Carmelita’s younger sister, a cute girl in her early twenties, dark hair spilling around a lovely face. Her eyes sparkled. In Spanish, she asked, “Mmm, you ready, pretty lady?”

My pussy went molten. “Mother of God, yes.”

I stood up, my pussy soaking my panties with my excitement. I never thought I would enjoy women so much. I didn’t consider myself a lesbian, but when I was here, it just felt so right to be touched by, and to touch back, a woman. To have that wonderful release that a good orgasm could bring.

Nothing more relaxing in the middle of a busy workday.

I followed Juana back. She had a big smile on her face as she took me into the very last door. I had never been in this room. It had a sign on it that read “Employees Only” on it. I gave her a curious look as she backed in.

“I just thought you’d like to watch,” she said and opened onto a small breakroom, the lights off. The wall to my right held a large pane of smoky glass that looked into the massage room where Carmelita was stripping my daughter naked.

“A two-way mirror?” I gasped. I had been in that room. The mirror room. It was an exciting place. It had mirrors on all four walls and the ceiling, reflecting everything that went on.

“Mmm, yes,” said Juana. “Sometimes we’re naughty and spy on our clients. Isn’t that just wicked of us?”

“Yes,” I said, my stomach lurching as I watched Laurita through the mirror. Her reflection spilled around the room, moving with her as Carmelita worked off her shorts.

“This is weird,” Laurita said.

“Mmm, this is just the sort of pampering service we offer,” said Carmelita. “Ooh, cute tattoo.” She stroked my daughter’s hip. I gasped, seeing a flaming heart inked there. When had my daughter gotten that? The thin waistband of her purple thong ran over the middle of it.

“Still,” Laurita said. “You do this to my mom.”

“My sister is her usual masseuse,” Carmelita answered, her breasts jiggling in the tight, silk robe she wore. It had a short hem that left her gorgeous thighs exposed. “She’s the one who strips your mom naked and rubs her hot bod.”

“Hot bod?” groaned my daughter. “She’s my mom.”

“And?”

“You do have a hot bod, pretty lady,” purred Juana as she untucked my blouse from behind. “Just watch your daughter getting massaged while I take you to heaven.”

I shuddered. This was so wicked. Felt so wrong. I trembled as Juana kissed at the back of my neck while her hands reached around my body to unbutton my blouse. My daughter was down to her bra and panties. Carmelita, still kneeling, tugged down the thong.

My daughter gasped in shock, grabbing her underwear for a moment. She gripped it, struggling to keep it from sliding down her body, but Carmelita tugged harder. She ripped the thong out of my daughter’s hand and down her lush thighs.

“Don’t want them to get stained,” purred Carmelita.

“Love using that line,” moaned Juana.

“Naughty lesbian,” I moaned as she finished unbuttoning my blouse.

I stared at my daughter’s rump. I hadn’t seen her naked in a decade. This strange heat rippled through me. Laurita had grown up. She had curves to her rump, though her ass was still tight with youth. Her body was tall and slender.

“Bra now,” said Carmelita. “Mmm, just relax.”

Juana pulled off my blouse and attacked my bra as I watched my daughter, now facing the mirror, being stripped of the last of her clothing. She had no idea I was seeing her body. She had a shaved twat, her plump vulva on display, her inner pussy lips hardly peeking out at all.

Did my pussy look like that at eighteen? I had thick lips now, wet lips.

Our bras came off at almost the same moment. My daughter stared at the mirror before her, not seeing me and my round breasts come into view, but I could see her small tits. They were perky little mounds, almost cones. Her nipples were small and hard. They looked like they could cut glass.

“Mmm, she’s cute,” Juana said. “Takes after her mother.”

I smiled at that. Juana unzipped my skirt and worked it down my legs. The scent of my arousal brushed my nose, a spicy musk. I groaned as her lips kissed at my plump ass left exposed by the wicked cut of my panties. They weren’t a thong, but they left the bottom half of my rear bare. I loved her mouth smooching and nibbling on my butt.

Carmelita put a blindfold on my daughter, a thick mask over her eyes. My daughter gasped while Carmelita purred, “Just relax. This is the massage your mother recommended. It’s a treat. Lets you focus on your body and on relaxing.”

“How kinky,” I moaned. “I never had a blindfold massage.”

“It’s something new we’re trying out,” Juana said. She hooked my panties and pulled those down. I groaned as the crotch came away from my pussy. I shuddered as the cloth rolled down my thighs. My hips wiggled back and forth. “Mmm, there’s that yummy snatch. Mother of God, but I love being your masseuse, pretty lady.”

“I bet you tell all the women you’re about to eat out that,” I said, feeling her eyes on my snatch as she worked my panties past my knees.

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” the horny lesbian purred. All four of the masseuses here were lesbians. Stefani and Zoey were even dating. They had been impregnated at the same time, both having a kid by the same sperm donor, or so that was my understanding. I couldn’t see them fucking the same guy.

Panties off, she pressed her face up between my thighs and nuzzled at my hot pussy. I heard my pubic hair rasping across her face. Then I groaned as she flicked her tongue out. She fluttered across my folds, licking and teasing my cunt.

It felt incredible.

While I watched my daughter stretch out on her back, blind and unaware that her naughty mommy could see her, I enjoyed Juana’s tongue caressing my pussy lips. She flicked up and down, caressing me, teasing me. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The pleasure rushed through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Show my daughter a good time.

The delight rushed through my flesh. My eyes were locked on Laurita. Carmelita spread the massaging oil across her back, stopping just short of her cute rump. I shuddered, my hands pressing on the two-way glass. I stared at my daughter. She had no idea she was about to be seduced. Carmelita’s hands worked down her back, stroking her, relaxing her.

It was incredible. Juana’s tongue stroked my pussy. She massaged my twat with her naughty tongue. She caressed my labia and clit, running back and forth. I groaned, trying to keep my passion quiet so my daughter wouldn’t hear her mother’s naughty sounds.

This was so wicked. I shouldn’t be doing this, but the taboo thrill of it rippled through me. It wasn’t like I was touching my daughter. What went on here was already illegal. I never should have gotten involved—it would be the end of my career if this got out—but I couldn’t help it. I loved coming here, paying for lesbian sex under the guise of a massage.

My daughter would learn that delight, too.

“Oh, her hands are coming closer and closer to my little mermaid’s cute ass,” I moaned. I hadn’t called my daughter mi sirenita in years, but now ... Now I was feeling so wicked. A naughty mommy. “Ooh, yes, she’s going for it.”

My daughter stiffened for a moment as Carmelita’s oily hands swept out and cupped both cheeks of Laurita’s ass. Fingers dug into those tight buttocks, kneading her. Massaging her. I groaned, my pussy clenching around Juana’s tongue.

“My daughter’s shifting,” I whispered. “My little mermaid’s letting her do it.”

“Mmm, good,” moaned Juana. Her tongue fluttered back and forth through my pussy folds as Carmelita worked on Laurita.

She paused and then slipped out of her robe. Her naked body came into sight, round breasts swaying, nipples pierced by gold rings connected by a chain. It swung as she leaned in and rubbed at my daughter’s ass again, digging into her flesh, the masseuse’s thumbs sweeping down into Laurita’s butt-crack.

My breasts rose and fell. I leaned closer to the glass, my nipples brushing the smooth surface. It was hypnotic to watch. Juana didn’t devour my pussy to make me cum, but to keep me bursting with delight as I watched the seductive massage.

Carmelita’s hands slid down to my daughter’s thighs. She rubbed up and down her flesh, stroking her. I couldn’t hear what Carmelita spoke, but her lips moved. I imagined they were compliments. She parted my daughter’s thighs, staring down at her exposed pussy.

I couldn’t see my daughter’s twat, but Carmelita could. She worked her hands up and down my daughter’s thighs. My cunt tightened. I held my breath, wondering if the naughty woman would go for it. Would she touch my daughter’s pussy?

Her hands came nearer. Nearer. I couldn’t tell if she reached Laurita’s twat or not.

Then my daughter bucked and gasped, “What?”

“Sorry,” I heard Carmelita say.

“Oh, she’s pretending to have touched my daughter’s pussy on accident,” I moaned, my lusts surging through me. I pressed my boobs against the glass, my forehead on it. Both my hands stroked across it.

“Good,” Juana moaned. “She’s going to do it again. A little longer. Get your daughter used to the touch.”

“You sneaky bitches,” I moaned.

“Yes, we are.” Juana thrust her tongue into my twat and wiggled it back and forth.

My rump clenched as I moaned in delight, watching Carmelita spending a lot of time massaging my daughter’s inner thigh right before her pussy. She spoke again, too soft for me to hear. My daughter squirmed, her oiled ass clenching.

Carmelita must be rubbing on my daughter’s cunt over and over, stroking her hot flesh. I whimpered, this wicked heat surging through me as I watched Carmelita’s hand shift ever so subtly. My daughter’s legs spasmed. Her knees bent, feet coming up in the air for a moment.

She moaned.

“Oh, god, she’s masturbating my daughter,” I moaned. “Your sister’s rubbing her fingers up and down my daughter’s cunt.”

“Enjoy, pretty lady,” purred Juana.

I watched my daughter’s body tremble. Her rump kept clenching. Carmelita braced her left hand beside her, leaning over my daughter. The masseuse’s round breasts swayed while my daughter’s moans grew louder and louder.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” I heard Carmelita saying, her voice louder. Throatier. “Mmm, yes, yes, that’s it. Your mother told you to trust me.”

“I ... I...” My daughter lifted her head from the cutout, the blindfold covering her. “She didn’t mean this?”

“Oh, yes, she did,” purred Carmelita. “She’s getting her pussy licked right now. In another room. Mmm, why do you think she comes here all the time?”

“Mother of God,” my daughter gasped. “Shit in milk! I can’t believe that but ... but ... Fuck, don’t stop. That’s so good.”

I shuddered, watching, entranced as Carmelita masturbated my daughter towards an orgasm. My little girl was a woman, receiving a woman’s pleasures. I brought her here for this, but I never thought I’d get to see it.

I savored Juana’s tongue licking and lapping at my pussy. My pleasure built and built with my daughter’s own bliss. I fought to keep my moans quiet. I could never let Laurita know that I watched this. My nipples rubbed on the cool class, my breath fogging the window before me as I panted.

Her moans were so delicious to hear.

I whimpered, loving every moment of this illicit show. It was so hot experiencing a tongue lapping through my twat while my daughter trembled towards her orgasm. I shuddered, watching every moment unfold, so eager for the explosive climax.

“Carmelita1” my daughter gasped. “Oh, oh, Carmelita.”

“That’s it, pretty girl,” the masseuse purred. She leaned over further and licked my daughter’s ear, breasts pressing into Laurita’s back. “Just explode. Like your mother is.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. I hurtled towards my climax.

My daughter shuddered on the table. She gasped and moaned, her pleasure bursting out of her as wordless gasps. I trembled, my pussy clenching around the tongue probing into my depths. Hot lips worked against my labia.

Laurita cried out in her climatic rapture. My daughter orgasmed before me.

“My little mermaid,” I groaned and joined her.

My pussy convulsed. Waves of rapture washed through my body. I groaned and gasped, stars dancing before my eyes. My body trembled, the cunt cream gushing out of me and spilling into Juana’s hungry mouth.

The masseuse licked them up as I whimpered. I watched my daughter’s ass arch up into the air. The masseuse bed she lay on creaked and groaned beneath her rapturous passion. My heart pounded with excitement as I witnessed the wild passion.

My daughter was so beautiful.

My orgasm hit its peak. I panted as I watched Laurita squirm and shudder. She bucked a final time and then Carmelita pulled her fingers away. She straightened and sucked off my daughter’s cunt cream. What did Laurita taste like?

I couldn’t think that. As I came down from my orgasm, I watched my daughter panting. She trembled on her back and then gasped as Carmelita said something. My daughter rolled over, her small breasts coming into view. Her tattoo faced me now, that flaming heart inscribed into her golden-brown flesh.

Juana stood up. “Mmm, pretty lady, let’s go.”

“Huh?” I gasped as she grabbed my arm and tugged. “What?”

She dragged me out of the room. I stared at my daughter as long as I could, panting and shuddering. Then we were in the hallway, both Juana and myself naked. Her small breasts quivered as she led me the few steps to the door to the mirror room. Juana put her finger to her lips, the international gesture for quiet.

She slowly and oh, so carefully opened the door.

I trembled as we crept into my daughter’s room. She still wore the blindfold, unaware that we’d entered. Carmelita looked up and smiled, her hands rubbing oil into my daughter’s firm breasts. She winked at me.

“Oh, pretty girl, your pussy tastes so good,” Carmelita purred. “I just have to eat you out.”

“Shit in the milk,” gasped my daughter. I never heard her curse so much in her life. “What is up with this massage parlor? Did my mom really bring me here and pay a lesbian to make me cum?”

“Yes, she did, pretty girl,” purred Carmelita, winking at me. She squeezed my daughter’s tits. “I bet she just had a great orgasm getting her pussy eaten by my sister.”

“That’s so crazy. You’re a bunch of whores here.”

“Yes, we are.”

I shuddered as Juana led me silently around my daughter’s massage bed. My heart pounded in my chest as I was brought to the end of the table. Laurita’s legs were parted wide, her pussy right there for me to see. I trembled, my reflections surrounding me. I could smell her spicy musk. It was so similar to my own, but softer. Sweeter.

“So, pretty girl, want me to eat you out and really make you cum?” Carmelita asked. “Give you a tongue massage.”

“Mother of God.” My daughter’s thighs squeezed shut and rubbed together, hiding her twat from my sight. “I do. Eat my clam, lesbian.”

“With pleasure, pretty girl,” Carmelita said. Then she let go of her breasts and moved towards us.

Juana pushed on my ass, pressing me against the massage table while my daughter’s thighs spread right before me. My eyes opened in realization of what they wanted me to do. They wanted me to crawl to my own daughter’s pussy and eat her out.

I couldn’t do that. It was illegal. Immoral. Incest. This was worse than the crimes of coming here. It violated nature’s law. That was my daughter’s pussy. My little girl’s cunt. She grew inside of me. Came from me.

“Come feast on my clam!” moaned my daughter. “Mother of God, I’m fucking soaked. I want to cum again.”

I found myself crawling onto the massage bed between my daughter’s thighs, my body shaking. Shuddering. I couldn’t believe these two sisters were driving me towards incest. I looked behind me and almost gasped in shock. Carmelita sank to the floor and pressed her face into Juana’s pussy.