5 comments/ 61887 views/ 28 favorites Jenny and Emma - Spa Day By: KayveeKitten The bed was empty, sheets still all mangled as if there had been a wrestling match taking place earlier. Although, given Emma's track record, the wrestling match probably ended just a few hours ago. See, Emma had the reputation of a slut. At the age of 34, her body was absolute perfection. She was thin and toned, due to a commitment to her fitness routine. She had long tanned legs that led up to rounded hips and a mouthwatering ass. Her dark eyes could keep a man hypnotized. Her long dark hair flowed and settled just past her shoulders. A body like this alone was enough to grab enough attention. But Emma had another weapon in her arsenal: her 34DDD cup breasts. They sat high on her chest with just enough sag to prove they were real with pert pink nipples pointing straight ahead. Emma loved the attention she got from her body, whether it is the lusting eyes of a gentlemen or the judgmental sneer of a jealous woman. As far as her empty bed, however, it wasn't uncommon for Emma to snag her man, show him a night he wouldn't soon forget, and show him to the door first thing in the morning (only offering a cup of coffee and maybe some eggs and bacon if he proved himself worthy the night before). Jenny rolled her eyes at the sight of her mother's empty bed and was pleased that she'd have the morning to herself, assuming Emma had already left for work. Jenny strutted down the apartment's hallway toward the kitchen looking forward to nice hot cup of coffee and some oatmeal. But when she got to the kitchen, Jenny found a new pot of coffee already made and steaming. That's odd. Emma usually cleans out the pot before she leaves for work. Thinking nothing more of it, she poured herself some coffee and started up the tea kettle to boil some water for her oatmeal. While she leaned against the counter waiting for her water to boil, she languidly sipped on the hot coffee. She could feel its warmth travel down to the pit of her belly. She sighed softly to the sweet pleasure it gave her. Jenny had a rough night's sleep -- tossing and turning in her bed. She woke up with a sore neck; she probably just slept on it wrong. After a night like that, this coffee seemed to be just the remedy she needed. That's when she saw movement just outside the back door leading to the balcony styled back patio to their apartment. 'Who could possibly be here? Certainly not Mom's party favor from last night," Jenny thought to herself. It wasn't very often Emma's boy toys would stick around in the morning. Sometimes Emma would offer they stay for breakfast and coffee while she got herself ready for her day. But they normally turned down the offer and bolted for the door. She walked over to the sliding glass door and pulled back the full length blinds. There stood her mother, Emma, leaning over the railing, holding her cup of coffee. Jenny just crinkled her nose. There goes her morning to herself. Jenny just cleared her throat and Emma turned around looking slightly startled. When she saw it was Jenny, her lips curled into a sweet smile. "Good morning, Miss bed head. Don't you look lovely this morning," Emma teased her. Jenny just furrowed her brow and crinkled her nose again. Emma was dressed in purple satin and white lace pajama shorts that complimented her long legs. Her top was a matching tank top, the neck line plummeting, struggling to hold in her massive jugs. She stood barefoot but her toes were painted a soft pink color, flattering her tan. Her shoulder length dark hair sat smoothly on her shoulders, framing her face elegantly. Jenny did sort of look like a hot mess standing next to her mother. Her gray cotton sweatpants sat low on her hips, her hot pink thong crookedly peeking out. Her white V-neck tee was all wrinkled along the seams and was stretched to its limit across the buxom teen's own impressive 34DDD bust, the outline of her beige nipples noticeable through the fabric. Her long dark hair was thrown into a messy bun that sat lopsided on her head, stray hairs sticking out wildly in all directions. Emma just laughed at her own joke and Jenny walked back into the house. "Oh! Don't be like that," Emma called, following her into the house still giggling, "You know I think you're adorable in the mornings." Jenny just rolled her eyes and smiled at her mother. "I know, Mom. So what are you doing home still? I thought you had to work today," Jenny asked, taking another sip of her coffee. She closed her eyes, relishing the relaxing warmth. "Well, I did. But, apparently there is some sort of dangerous mold problem in the building. So they closed it down to take care of it today. I was just thinking of how I was going to spend my day." Emma explained. "I'm home all day, too. The school sent out e-mails last night saying today was a teacher conference day or something. I'm not sure what to do with myself either," Jenny told her mother. Emma's face lit up. "This is perfect!" she exclaimed. Just then the tea kettle went off, whistling its alarm that the water was ready. Jenny lifted it from the stove burner and turned off the heat. She poured the water into her waiting bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal. The steamed danced in the air as Jenny poured the water. "What's perfect?" she asked Emma, as she concentrated on adding extra cinnamon and stirring her mushy mixture. She took her first big bite and looked over to Emma. "Well," she began, "When was the last time you and I spent the day together? It's certainly been a while. Well, a few weeks ago, this guy I met on my lunch break over at Honey's Diner gave me these two certificates to a spa. We should use them and spend the day together just relaxing and being pampered!" Jenny had to admit, that absolutely sounded like the perfect way to spend the day. "Wait a second. Mom, you're telling me that a random man just came up to you at the diner and handed you to all inclusive certificates to a spa? I mean, I know you like to flirt, but that seems a little out of nowhere," Jenny questioned her mother. "No! That's not what happened at all. He walked over to my table while I was looking at the menu. He asked to sit with me and offered to buy my meal. While we were talking, he told me about how he had bought these gift certificates for his wife and -- " "What!" Jenny cut her off, covering her mouthful of oatmeal, "He has a wife?" "No, Jenny. Let me finish. He bought them for her for their anniversary which is supposed to be this month. But she left him and he's just had them in his wallet since. So he gave them to me just to get rid of them." Emma finished explaining with a triumphant smile. "Uh-huh. Okay, well I guess if we have them, it would be a waste not to use them," Jenny shrugged it off. "Exactly! Now go take a shower and get ready. It's an all-day spa treatment. So, I want to get there earlier rather than later," Emma said. She patted Jenny on the butt, scooting her toward the hall. Jenny giggled softly and made her way to the bathroom. Emma cleaned up the kitchen a bit, putting the empty coffee mugs and bowl into the dishwasher. She wiped down the counters and started making her way down the hallway to her private master bathroom to also get ready for her day with her daughter. Halfway down the hall, she noticed the bathroom door to Jenny's bathroom was left open a crack. Pop punk music was playing from a set a speakers Jenny had set up on the bathroom counter. Emma reached for the doorknob to shut the door and grant her daughter some privacy. Although what really caught Emma's attention wasn't the music, but Jenny. She had just turned on the shower and was starting to get undressed. Her back was to the door and she faced the mirror. Emma had a full view of the front and back of her daughter. She lifted her tee over her head, freeing her tits from their cotton prison. They jiggled slightly before settling, her nipples growing hard from the cool air of the tiled bathroom. Jenny then bent over at the waist and slid her sweatpants and hot pink thong down over her full firm ass. Hints of her luscious pussy lips could be seen peering out as she was bent over. When she stood up, her naked body looked perfect. Emma noticed that she didn't have a spec of pubic hair. Emma always knew that her daughter was beautiful and was lucky enough to take after her mother, inheriting genes that gave her a fast metabolism and strong but elegant features. It was only at that moment that she secretly watched her daughter undressing that she really began to see how beautiful and sensual her body was. Jenny stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind her. The hot water cascaded over the impressive shelf her breasts created, streaming down her flat toned stomach to the hairless apex of her thighs. Emma couldn't help but feel a warm wetness forming in the pit of her womb. It wasn't long before the steam of the shower fogged up the mirror and the shower doors, hindering Emma's view of the sexy show playing out in her daughter's bathroom. Emma stood there pondering what just happened. Did her own daughter just turn her on? Emma shook the thoughts from her head and made her way to her own bathroom. She turned on her shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just hot enough. She stripped out of her pajamas, her firm tanned body sprouting goose bumps, her nipples growing hard. Emma glanced at herself in the mirror and vainly pursed her lips and winked at herself. Her confidence was most definitely not in short supply. Emma closed her eyes as she stepped into the shower, the hot water covering her body like a comfortable blanket. Her muscles tingled and she just stood there under the spray, enjoying how relaxed she felt. But she did have a bit of time limit. She didn't want to keep Jenny waiting on her. So she grabbed her moisturizing body wash. She scrubbed off yesterday's make up and washed her face. Emma squirted a dab more into her hand. The whole bathroom was full of foggy steam smelling of pomegranate and vanilla. Emma grabbed her washcloth and soaked it, saturating it in her sweet smelling soap. The bubbles overflowed over the terrycloth fabric and Emma began rubbing in gingerly over her arms, the sides and back of her neck. She ran the cloth over her full breast and puffed nipples, continuing to trail it down her stomach and to the hairless area of her womanhood. After she rinsed out the washcloth and placed it back in its resting place on the in-shower rack, she began running her hands over her tits, guiding the soap off her skin with the help of the hot spray of the shower head. She tweaked her hard nipples for good measure. They ached slightly, sore with need to be played with by other hands. She could feel her pussy growing wet, and not just from the shower. Emma couldn't stop herself when her hand traveled down to her aching mound, lightly pressing her forefingers against her swollen clit. She sighed with pleasure and without reason thought about the sight of her daughter undressing for her own shower. The soft curves and contrasting firm muscles of her daughter's body flashed through her imagination. She wondered what her buxom daughter must taste like. The skin of her breasts and the juices of her forbidden fruit seemed more alluring than ever. Emma sawed her two fingers in and out of her sopping pussy relishing the mental image of Jenny's mouth on her own body. She rode her hand to orgasm. It was fast and underwhelming, but pleasurable nonetheless. She sighed and gasped and finished up her shower. After she'd dried herself off, Emma dressed herself in some jean cut-offs, a green tank top and flip flops. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail. She left her makeup natural looking, yet still flawless. When Emma made her way to the kitchen, she saw Jenny leaning against the counter, clicking mindlessly through her phone. She was dressed almost as simply as her mother. Her long thick dark hair was pulled back into a French braid, still landing at mid-back. She also kept her make up on the natural side. She was dressed in a black maxi skirt, stylish black sandals and a blue and white striped crop top. She looked up at her mother staring at her kitchen. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I look too overdressed for the spa? I mean, I figured I'd be naked almost all day anyway between the mud baths and massages. I do look okay, right," Jenny rushed through her words, suddenly self-conscience looking at her mother's very simply attire. She bit her bottom lip. "No, sweetheart. You look just beautiful. I'm just lost in my own thoughts," Emma reassured her daughter, "Are you ready to go?" "Yeah, I'm ready," Jenny grabbed her purse off the counter and made her way to the garage where her mother's black VW Jetta was parked. She sat in the passenger's seat waiting on Emma to get in. Moments later they were on the way to the spa. The two women sat in silence as the radio played today's hit list, serving only as background noise. Jenny sat relatively content absent mindedly thumbing through some app on her phone. Meanwhile, the silence came as a bit of an awkward burden to Emma. She couldn't help herself to glance over at her daughter every few minutes. She admired her posture. She sat up straight and yet had a sexy little curve to her back. Emma noticed the slight outline of her daughter's nipples showing through her top, making it semi obvious the young girl wasn't wearing a bra. Emma could feel her pussy growing hot and moist once again. 'No, Emma. This is your daughter. Keep yourself under control. You have sex on a weekly basis. You should not be this starved. Besides, there might be a cute massage therapist at the spa,' she thought to herself, smiling at her own reassurance. The thirty minute ride came to an end as Emma pulled into a parking spot in front of the spa. They walked into the building together. The lobby was decorated with marble and modern contemporary décor. It was tasteful and stylish. Jenny seemed a tad more impressed by the look than Emma did. When they reached the receptionist desk, a bored woman looked up from the desktop computer. She was beautiful in more of an interesting way. She had blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun, a paisley bandana wrapped around her head in a style that reminded Emma of a vintage pin up girl. She had dark square rimmed glasses that framed bright blue eyes flattered by her wing tipped black eyeliner, a nose piercing, and bright red lipstick. She had a white tank top that showed off her tattoos on her shoulders and a silver chain around her neck. Not at all what one would expect coming into a spa with this kind of high reputation. "May I help you," the woman asked, looking up lazily at the women before her seemingly rather unimpressed with them. "Yes, you may," Emma answered, noting a slightly snarky tone to her voice. She couldn't help but be slightly irritated with this woman. Emma dug through her purse and pulled out the gift certificates. "We have two gift certificates for an all-inclusive spa treatment." The receptionist took the certificates from Emma. She turned over the papers to check the small print on the back and noticed the signature of the original buyer: Jack Preston. He was pretty well known around this spa. He sent his girlfriend, Ally, here on a regular basis with very specific instructions. And if his girlfriend wasn't here, it was his wife, Rebecca. She looked at Emma over her glasses. "If you don't mind my asking, how do you know Mr. Preston?" Emma stared at her and bit her lip. "Mr. Preston? I don't know who that is." "Really? Well, that's who paid for these certificates. His signature is on the back of them. See?" She showed Emma the signatures. "Oh!" Emma said, suddenly everything was clear, "That's Jack's last name isn't it?" "Oh, so you're new, huh?" The reception just smiled to herself. This must be another side girlfriend for Mr. Preston. "Huh?" Emma said. "Nothing," the reception said, "These will work just fine. If you would, just go down this hallway to your right. That's where the Ladies' locker room is. First off you have your facials, then your pedicures and manicure. After that will be your mud baths. There are showers in the locker rooms for your use after the mud bath. Then your day will be finished with a deep tissue massage." She said this all very monotone, as if rehearsed. "Thanks," Emma called behind her as she and Jenny made their way to the locker rooms. The locker rooms looked more like a plush dressing room for a Hollywood actress. Nothing like what the two women expected. They found empty lockers and stashed their valuables and purses inside. There were white silk robes with the spa's logo embroidered above a left breast pocket. The robes were obviously not meant to be worn through a lot of the treatments. It was about as big as Jenny's favorite yellow satin robe she had at home. It stretched to full capacity across the mother and daughter's full busts, still sitting open enough to reveal deep cleavage. The robes' length was shorter than expected as well, the bottom hem reaching only a few inches below their private mounds, barely covering their round bottoms. "Are you wearing panties, Mom," Jenny asked her mother, not sure whether or not she should wear any. She brought a pair with her since she was already without under her long skirt. "I probably will up until the mud bath. I obviously don't need them there and I enjoy being nude when I get massages. Why? Are you going to wear panties," Emma asked in return. "I was pretty much going to do what you planned on doing," she said. Jenny took out the black lace thong from her purse and slipped in on under the robe. The facials, manicures, and pedicures were enjoyable. Emma and Jenny already felt plenty relaxed when it came time for their mud baths. Emma had chosen to keep the light pink color for her finger nails and toenails while Jenny went for a more classic looks. She sported a French manicure and pedicure. When they got to the mud room, the two women stripped off their robes and thongs and slipped into the mud. Emma couldn't help but notice how gracefully Jenny's long body looked sliding into the bath. 'Stop it, Emma. Stop it,' she thought to herself. They sat there enjoying the clay like mixture cleansing their pores and relaxing their whole bodies. Lilac scented incense was lit accompanied by soft music to enhance the experience. After a few minutes of just sitting there Jenny sat up, looking a little restless. "Hey, Mom. Would you care if I got my iPod and listened to it with my headphones? I just can't relax with this music playing," Jenny said. "Of course you can, sweetie. I'll be right here waiting for you," Emma told her. Jenny hoisted herself out of the giant bath tub. The clay mixture stuck to her body and immediately began drying. It molded against her round full tits, even around her perky nipples. As she turned, it even seemed to perfectly encase each ass cheek. Emma swallowed hard at the sight of her daughter hobbling out of the room into the locker room right outside the door. Jenny returned only moments later with her iPod and headphones. She slid back into the bath. She laid her head back against the rolled towel on the edge of the tub. Jenny's hair was now pulled up into a bun on the top of her head to avoid getting mud in it. She placed the ear buds in her ears and closed her big brown eyes. Emma just watched her daughter in awe of her beauty. She watched the way she barely moved her lips to mouth the words to the song she was listening to. Her lips were plump. They looked moist like she had just applied a fresh coat of gloss. Emma wanted to just reach out and trace her fingertip along them. Her long dark lashes were delicate sitting sweetly against her skin above her flushed cheeks. The time passed far too slowly as she watched her daughter for what seemed like hours and hours, even though it had only been about ten minutes. Jenny opened her eyes feeling like someone was watching her. Emma quickly averted her eyes and pretended to be looking at some of the décor around the room. Jenny and Emma - Spa Day "This is really nice," Jenny said, "I like spending time with you. Thanks for inviting me along." "You're welcome, sweetie," Emma said smiling sweetly at her beautiful daughter. She glanced down to Jenny's breasts and back to her eyes. 'Why did you do that? Oh god. I hope she didn't notice,' Emma panicked to herself. But Jenny did notice. As strange as it was, her mother had been eyeing her up and down all day. She felt so awkward in the car on the way over here because she could feel her mother checking her out the whole ride. In fact, earlier today, her mother was watching her get in the shower. Jenny always knew that her mother had bisexual tendencies, but was it possible that she had a growing attraction for Jenny? Her own daughter? Jenny was confused and was more surprised when she felt a warm sensation growing between her legs. The awkward silence was broken when a spa employee in navy blue scrubs came into the room. "Excuse me, ladies. I wanted to let you know that your massage therapists are ready for you. However, we are more than happy to go to our next appointments and come back to you if you're not ready for your massages just yet." Jenny just looked at Emma and shrugged. "If you're ready, I can go right now." "Sure," Emma said, "Just give us a little bit to go shower and get this mud off us. Tell the masseuses we will be there in about fifteen minutes or so." "Yes, ma'am," he replied. He quickly retreated out the door. Jenny began gathering up her things when she noticed her mother sliding out of the tub. She had seen her mother naked too many times to count. She'd even spied on her mother fucking some of her one night stands before. She'd compared herself to Emma countless times. But at this moment, she started to really see her mother. How sexual all her movements seemed to be. It was almost hypnotizing the way her back bowed slightly as she stood, gathering her robe, thong, and flip flops. Her body was in a perfectly molded cast from the muddy clay mixture. "Are you coming?" Jenny was broken from her trance when she realized Emma was talking to her. "Yeah, of course." She hurriedly got out of the tub, grabbing her things and walking ahead of her mother to the locker room. Jenny couldn't help but wonder why it's taken so long for her to really notice how attractive her mother was. Emma blushed. She could feel Jenny's eyes on her. Maybe she was having conflicting feelings too. Once in the locker room, the two put their things on the bench near their cubbies and headed for the showers. The only separation between the stalls was an iced glass tiled wall, thick enough to see figures on the other sides, but not clear enough to see more than a silhouette. They took went into their individual showers. It wasn't long until the entire room was engulfed in one huge cloud of steam from the heat of the water. It didn't take Emma very long to rid her body of the mud. It was relatively easy to just wipe off. She used the sandalwood scented body wash and lotion available to them in the stalls. She was finished in record time, five minutes flat. "Are you almost finished, honey?" Emma called out to Jenny, but she didn't get an answer. She poked her head about the foggy glass wall and had to cover her mouth to muffle her gasp. Jenny was blissfully ignorant of her mother's gaze on her. She was too concentrated on the way her fingertips felt pressed against her swollen throbbing clit, or how good it felt to pinch her sensitive pink nipples with the other hand. She was sopping wet, and all she had on her mind was her mother. How she wished she could share a bed with her and her lovers. Or maybe if she could also be considered a lover. She let a series of soft coos and moans escape her lips. She was past the point of no return. She could feel her orgasm building. She had to finish quickly before her mother realized what was going on. Jenny wasn't ready for her mother to know she had looked at her with lustful eyes. Her pussy lips were soaking wet as she slid her nimble fingers along them, occasionally sliding them inside her and savoring the full feeling she had. All of her nerve endings were on fire. She pumped her fingers in and out of her needy pussy, faster and faster. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. She couldn't contain herself and let out a quick yelp, desperately hoping it didn't draw any attention from her mother. Little did she know Emma stood watching the entire show with her own pussy on fire for attention. But it looked like she lost her window of opportunity when Jenny turned off her shower and motioned to grab her towel. Emma quickly ducked back into her own stall and shut off the water. She wrapped the towel around her and walked out where Jenny was sitting on the bench waiting for her. "Ready for your massage?" Jenny asked, smiling at her mother, her eyes burning with a secret lust. "Absolutely," agreed Emma. They wrapped their towels tighter around their voluptuous bodies and made their ways to the massage rooms. Once inside, they realized they'd be getting a massage together but still separate. It was one room with what looked like a thin curtain cutting the room in half. Two men were waiting for their arrival. Two very handsome men at that. One was blonde and clean shaven. The other had dark hair and a rugged goatee and stubble. They both looked to be well toned and in shape by the look of their broad shoulders and chest. The blonde in particular had huge biceps that seemed to flex involuntarily as he stood there. The blonde stepped forward and greeted them, "Hello, ladies. My name is Michael. This here is Keith. We will be taking very good care of you. Are you ready to be relaxed?" Emma and Jenny stood ogling the two men and slowly nodded their heads yes. "Excellent," Michael said in an almost dark tone, "I will be taking care of..." He checked a roster list posted to a bulletin board on the wall beside him. "Ah! Emma. I will be taking care of Emma. So I guess that means my partner here will be taking care of... Jenny. Now who is who?" He smiled at them both. Emma was the first to step forward. "I'm Emma." She eyed the masseuse up and down, giving him a flirty wave and enticing crooked smile. Jenny was also taking in her masseuse. She was undressing him with her eyes and wondered what this massage had in store for her. Although, she realized her imagination was probably just running away from her after the hot and steamy pleasure session she had in the shower. "That would make me Jenny." She said with a sarcastic flare. "Nice to meet you, ladies. Emma, if you wouldn't mind lying on this cot here. You may lay on your stomach or your back first. Whichever you please. And Jenny, if you wouldn't mind following my friend here to the other side of the curtain where you will have your own space and massage table," Michael instructed. He smiled sweetly to them. Keith stared intently at Jenny, a small almost menacing smirk on his face as he took in the busty teen's figure. He was eager to put his hands on her. Michael was also rather impatient and ready to get this under way. Jenny followed Keith to the other side of the curtain. Michael turned to Emma. "Now, are you comfortable being nude for the massage or would you prefer to keep your underwear on?" He looked her up and down as she loosely held the towel against her body. She then smiled flirtatiously and dropped the towel all together, revealing her sexy curvaceous body to the ever willing masseuse. Her nipples were hardened and she could feel the moistness between her legs. She slowly walked over to the white canvas cot and laid face up. She gave a half-lidded come hither look to Michael. "I'm ready when you are," she purred in a low sensual voice. Michael's eyes widened for a moment. He approached the cot and took in this MILF's body. "Umm... Okay. Before we start, I must tell you that this is a deep tissue massage. I will pay attention to areas that umm... wouldn't normally get attention in lower level massages. If you feel uncomfortable at all, you let me know and I will move on or grab a towel to cover the err... exposed area that's making you feel uncomfortable. So, are there any questions or areas you'd like me umm... to pay special attention to?" He stammered through his words. With his last question his eyes were glued to her hairless mound that she seemed to be proudly showing off to him with her legs ever so slightly spread giving him only the smallest glance at the treasure she was hiding. "I'm all yours, Michael," she said in almost a whisper, "Do what you want. I'm sure the neediest areas will make themselves apparent to you in no time. I mean, you are a professional, right?" She smiled at him and bit her lower lip. He moved forward without another word and began lightly putting pressure to the bottoms of her feet, feeling out where there might be any tension. 'Oh god! This is the hottest woman I've ever seen. What I wouldn't do to get my hands all over those tits! And that pussy! But, I have to stay calm and remain professional,' Michael thought to himself. But even his inner pep talk couldn't stop his rapidly growing cock in his pants. He tried to control his breathing and calm himself down. When he applied more pressure to the soles of her feet, Emma gave out a small moan and closed her eyes. "That feels nice, Michael," she purred. He spent five minutes on each foot, kneading the delicate muscles along her arch and heel. It wasn't too long before his hands made their way to her ankles rubbing along her legs to mid-calf. He tensed his fingers more in a slowly pulsating technique to knead out any tension she may half. Emma merely laid there enjoying the rub down mentally concocting her plan to seduce this man. Once his hands stretched far enough up her calf that his finger reached above her knees to her lower thighs, Emma put her plan into action. She ever so slightly and subtly spread her legs open a tad more than they already were. It took only a minute or two for Michael to realize what had happened. He spread his fingers out over the width of her toned tanned thighs. He firmly rubbed her thighs and ran them along the full length of her legs. When he reached her bikini line, his fingertips lightly brushed against her outer lips. This made Emma shiver, goose bumps sprouting up over her body. Michael smiled a half smile when he realized she would not be objecting to his suggestive touches against her smooth mound. His cock was fully erect, tenting his pants. Every time his fingers would meet against her forbidden skin, he'd venture a little further, thus encouraging Emma to spread her legs more and more each time. She smiled to herself. Her plan was working. Meanwhile on the other side of the thick curtain... "Which side would you prefer to start on?" asked Keith, his voice was gruff and intimidating. He stood near the wooden massage table and watched Jenny's every move on the other side like a hawk. "Umm... I can lie on my stomach first," she said, biting her lip. She didn't know what it was about this man, but she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused the longer she was in his presence. She walked to the side of the cot and slowly dropped her towel, her lips curling into a tiny smile. She didn't have the parading confidence her mother had, but she was aware of the way men looked at her body. She knew how to flaunt herself to make them crazy. She laid herself down slowly onto her stomach on the cool leather padding of the massage table. What was strange about this massage table was there was an inclined plane in the middle of it so when she lay down, her ass was in the air on full display. She brought her arms up to her head and rested her chin on her hands. She made sure to slightly arch her back making her ass look more rounded and succulent than it already was. Although, the incline already helped her on that front. Keith just stared at her body like she was a piece of meat and he hadn't eaten in weeks. From where he was standing behind her, he had the most amazing view of her full young ass, her pussy lips peeking through. He could not keep his eyes off those succulent fat lips. His fat dick twitched in his pants. He pulled out a bottle of warming sensation massage oil from a tote below the cot. "I'm going to lather this over your skin as I massage you. Now, before we begin, I'm prompted to inform you that this massage is led by you. I'm only your tool. So if you feel uncomfortable in any way, you must speak up. Now, are there any problem areas you'd like me to tend to first or focus on? Or are there any areas you'd prefer I'd stay away from?" He glanced at her ass as he asked the last question. Jenny looked over her shoulders and smiled flirtatiously at him, biting her lower lip. "No, I'm just fine. You do whatever it is you feel is necessary." Her eyes were shining with her excitement and anticipation of what may or may not happen between her and Keith. "As you wish," he said. He poured some of the oil into his palm and lathered his hands together. He firmly grasped her ankles and began applying a bit of pressure. Jenny just responded with a deep moan. He flexed his fingers and moved them slowly up and down the lengths of her feet and ankles. He used his fingertips to pay extra attention to the inner soles of her feet and the edge of her heels. Jenny was in heaven. She never before felt so relaxed, and he had only just started the massage. Who knew what other skills he had up his sleeves. Keith poured another dab of warming oils into his palm and placed his hands with the same spread finger intensity as the first time onto her upper calves, sliding his hands strongly up to the back of her knee. His fingers and hands flexed over her tense muscled. He kneaded along her calves. Jenny let out another low groan completely in a trance over this man's touch. She could feel herself growing wetter. She was amazed how sexually alive her body felt today of all days. Keith's eyes never left her ass and her fat juicy pussy lips peering out from between her cheeks. He could smell how aroused she was becoming and it wasn't long until his growing cock was now at full staff in his scrubs. "Are you enjoying yourself, miss?" Keith almost whispered gruffly. "Mmm," was all Jenny could get out. Then Keith did something that made Jenny's eyes pop open, surprising her. He lifted one of her calves a few inches off the table. But in doing so he spread open her legs enough for Jenny to get a pleasing breeze against her damp little pussy. She gasped lightly, anticipating what might happen. But to Jenny's disappointment, Keith only bent her calf against her thigh, stretching and flexing her muscles. He then repeated this process on the other leg, inadvertently spreading her legs more and putting more of her pussy on display. But it wasn't unintentional at all. Keith liked to use this move on a lot of his more attractive female clients. What he had planned for this little vixen was going to leave her exhausted. He licked his lips at seeing her dripping cunt spread wide open. When he put her legs back down on the table, she didn't reposition them to where they originally were. She left her legs spread wide open. Keith smile to himself as he planned out his next move. On Emma's side of the curtain, Michael was relentlessly teasing her by "accidentally" bumping his fingertips against her outer lips as he rubbed down her thighs. "Are you feeling comfortable?" Michael broke the silence and watched her expression carefully. "More than comfortable," Emma answered with a soft giggle that was titillating to Michael. He smiled at her permission to press on. He started focusing more heavily on her upper thigh, squeezing them and rubbing them determinedly. Emma just groaned with approval. He had a perfect view of her wet cunt begging for attention. Unfortunately for her, Michael wasn't going to just give in like that. She was going to suffer a little. The MILF obviously had some pretty slutty tendencies and Michael was going to take full advantage of them. Michael then skipped right over Emma's mid-section and started rubbing her shoulders. He kneaded the muscles and helped them loosen up. Emma just frowned to herself. Why did he skip over her pussy and her tits? She was so horny now and it almost like he left her wanting for more on purpose. His fingers spread out again as she ran his hands over the expansion of her chest only stopping when his fingertips came just short of her nipples. The anticipation of almost getting any kind of relief made them hard like diamonds, standing straight up off her breasts. Emma let out a soft sigh, her whole body tingling. Michael brought his hands to the sides of her swelled chest, halfway cupping them and massaged her rib cage. He continued the pattern of almost touching her sensitive nipples and then veering off to massage her diaphragm and flat tummy. Emma was actually growing frustrated with the situation. "That's it," she said sitting up. "Excuse me?" was all Michael could get out. "Why won't you touch my tits? Why did you just skip over my pussy?" Emma's voice remained calm and low. But her face seemed aggressive, like she was on a mission she wouldn't soon give up on. "Oh, did you want me to?" A knowing smile stretched across Michael's lips. "I think you know damned well what I want, Michael," Emma stated very businesslike. She peered down to his crotch and saw his tented pants. She reached forward and squeezed his hard dick. "Well, alright. We'll do it your way then," Michael said, scanning her body as she laid herself back down and positioning himself standing near the middle of the cot. He reached out and flicked her throbbing clit. "Oh!" Emma gasped, "Now that's more like it!" She slid her legs as wide as they'd go giving him easier access. Michael slid his two forefingers down the length of Emma's pussy, framing her clit. Her slit was warm and sloppy wet. This was the best session Michael had ever had. He's never had a client just demand what they wanted like that before. He continued teasing the area around her clit until he noticed how engorged with need it was. It was then that he leaned forward and kissed the tip of it. This made Emma arch her back. She started tweaking her nipples out of pure instinct. "Mmm! I think I like your mouth more than I like your hands," she told him. Michael didn't waste any time. With her blessing, he dove in hungrily suckling on her swollen clit. He dragged his wide tongue up the expanse of her sopping hole. She tasted so sweet and forbidden. Michael couldn't get enough. Emma's breathing became more and more rapid. She was in writhing in pleasure but had to make sure she didn't let herself get too loud. The only thing separating her and her daughter was a canvas curtain in the middle of the room. Jenny was taking a much different course than her mother. She was excited and anxious to see what her masseuse might do next. Keith had an almost menacing quality about him that made Jenny dripping with anticipation. By now, Keith had his hands sliding up and down the length of Jenny's golden tanned thighs, his hands stopping just short of the curve of her ass. He'd slide his fingers around in a twisting motion around her supple thighs, using his thumb as an anchor to put pressure in the middle. Keith wrangled with the thoughts bouncing around in his head as he kept his eyes on the round expanse of flesh in front of him. With her legs still spread the way he'd left them, he had an unencumbered view of her every dampening mound and a slight peek of her puckered rosebud. His fingers twitched with expectation anxious to feel the soft flesh before him. He slid his hands up the length of her thighs until he was cupping her succulent cheeks. He squeezed them firmly causing her ass cheeks to spread. Her tiny hold puckered invitingly to him. It was all he could do not to shove his tongue against it. He firmly massaged her well-rounded cheeks, the flesh like putty at his palms. Jenny and Emma - Spa Day Every time Keith's hands groped Jenny's cheeks outward, she could feel her pussy lips part slightly hitting the cool air. Her body was speckled with goose bumps. Just knowing that Keith had an eyeful of her shaven muff made her dripping wet. Keith was fully aware of her condition and decided to take full advantage of it. He slid his thumbs to be nestled between her swollen pussy lips and inner thigh. He dragged his thumbs with minimum force up and down the length of her pussy while his other fingers continued mauling her ass. Jenny let out a low moan of appreciation. She started slowly humping the inclined surface on the massage table. Keith watched her pussy grow more soaked, her juices dripping slowly down the leather top of the table. His appetite grew to a gnawing hunger. He was ravenous for her. 'Keep your cool. You'll have that pretty pussy to yourself in no time,' he thought to himself. It wasn't long until Jenny had spread her legs to her muscles' limits, her ass cheeks and pussy lips completely split apart. Keith took each slippery smooth pussy lip between his thumbs and forefingers and began massaging her tender lips. Jenny's pussy was on fire. She rocked her hips to and fro rubbing her puffy and oh-so sensitive clit against the leather surface under her. She was almost reaching her limit. What she wouldn't give to have Keith stick his cock in her wanting pussy. She needed to release. She was so close to the edge. She just needed that push. Keith could sense her desperation. He continued paying special attention to her slick lips enjoying the show she was putting on for him by grinding against the table. He could smell in her juices and hear in her short shallow breaths how close she was to orgasming. Keith reluctantly removed his hands from her mouthwatering mound and began to untie the drawstring of his scrubs. Emma was now getting the exact massage she had been wanting from Michael, an extensive massage of her pussy walls. She laid at the edge of the cot with her ass right over the edge as Michael slid his long pole in and out of her wet hole. She held on to his muscled forearms for leverage. Her tits bounced wildly as he pounded her. "Are you sure the other two can't tell what's going on," Michael grunted quietly, taking in the sight of this milf's pussy milking his cock for all it's worth. "Of course they can't. I'm sure Jenny has her headphones and your partner is probably concentrated on her body," Emma whispered back, "Now stop worrying and keep slamming that pussy." Michael obliged to her demand and picked up his pace. His fuck stick sloshed in and out of her sloppy pussy, her juices dripping down his length. Michael could feel every one of her cunt muscles squeezing and massaging the length of his dick. It amazed him how tight she was. This was obviously a woman that got around a lot and she had a daughter. And her pussy was still so fucking tight! Emma was in complete bliss. She could feel Michael's dick start to spasm in her pussy. She knew he was close to blowing his load which was good because she could feel her own orgasm creeping to the surface. She decided now was a good time to show off how flexible she actually was. She leaned forward and took grab of her ankles and stretched until her heals were next to her ears. Michael's eyes all but popped out of his head. The difference in feeling was amazing. She felt even tighter if that was possible. Michael could feel Emma's muscles spasming more and more telling him that she was close to jumping off the edge. He decided to tease her a bit, as he could feel himself getting close to the edge as well. He slid his length out of her pussy and rubbed the head against her engorged clit. She almost yelped out from the intense feeling of pleasure. She was able to catch herself just in time and just moaned low in her throat. Her volcano was close to erupting and she could barely take it. She concentrated on only the feeling of his pulsating cock head rubbing up and down her slick clit and the feeling of her bloated tits bouncing back and forth on her chest. She tightened up her abdominal muscles and waited for her much needed orgasm. Emma reached down between her legs and grabbed Michael's balls with force. That just sent him over the edge. His pulsing purple cock head spurted its first stream of jism all over Emma's clit, leaking down the length of her pussy. Watching Michael's cum so forcefully helped Emma hit her wall hard. Her body ached and quivered as her orgasm rushed over her. Her body broke out into goose bumps and her pussy juices squirted and soaked the cot beneath her. It leaked through and created and tiny puddle on the hardwood floor. Emma sat up with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I'll be sure to leave a nice tip for you at the front desk, Michael. I feel extremely relaxed.." "Don't worry, Ms. Kersting," said Michael coolly, "This was more than enough." Emma slowly rose from the cot and began walking slowly to the door of the room putting an extra sway in her hips. She looked back and said, "Be sure to let my daughter know I'm waiting for her in the lobby when she's finished." "Sure thing. Oh, and Ms. Kersting?" "Yes, Michael?" "Aren't you forgetting your robe?" He held up her robe to Emma to take. Emma took a look down at her naked body, drying cum still glued to her mound and lower tummy. She just waved him off. "Don't worry about it. I won't need it. I'm sure I can make the short walk from here to the locker room without a robe." Emma winked before making her way out of the room. 'Wow,' was all Michael could think to himself, 'Keith will never believe this. I'm sure his session with the daughter won't be near this exciting.' Michael tucked his slowly shrinking cock back into his scrubs and repositioned himself so it wasn't obvious that he was still semi hard. He stripped the fabric from the cot and tossed it in the nearby hamper. Folding up the cot and tucking it under his arm, Michael gathered all of her oils and tools and made his way out of the room. Keith heard the click of the door telling him that both Michael and Jenny's mother have left the room. This is was he was hoping for. That his massage would outlast theirs so he could have his way with the tender piece of meat that lay before him, marinated just to his liking. He removed his hands from Jenny's tender slit. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Miss. Kersting, " he said in his gruff voice, "I'm going to need you to stand just for a moment." Jenny did as she asked without a word, moving slowing and carefully. Her body felt weak from the impending orgasm that never came. As she stood, she could feel her knees wobbled like jelly. How could he leave her on the brink like that? He had to have known that she was enjoying his sensual massage. Jenny stood by watching Keith removed the inclined surface from the table and place it on the floor. Jenny couldn't help but flex her thigh muscles, relishing the feeling it gave her. The tingles were centered right on her clit. She ached for release. "Okay. Just stand right here at the edge of the table. Put your feet at the same width as the table legs and bend directly over," Keith instructed. "Umm.. Okay," Jenny hesitated. She slowly did as she was told. Weirdly, she felt more vulnerable in the position than the one she was in only moments ago. "I'm just going to rubbing down your lower back and it's good to stretch the muscles I was just working on," explained Keith. He stepped up behind her and drizzled the warm oil on her lower back. She arched and pushed her ass out and the soothing feeling of the warm oil. Keith placed his hands at her shapely hips and met his thumbs at the top of her ass, also being the base of her spine. He began to make short strong strokes on her pressure points on her lower back. As great as it felt, Jenny couldn't focus on anything other than how badly she wanted to cum. She just wanted Keith to not be so professional, whip out his cock and shove it in her needing pussy. She sighed deeply at the thought. Just then she felt Keith step close and lean against her. She felt the unmistakable bulge of a large cock nestle between the pillows of her ass cheeks. She lifted herself onto to tiptoes so it would be resting against the curve of her mound that was still dripping for him. He reached forward to massage her mid back. He moved his hands back and forth. This rocking motion had his scrub covered cocks sliding back and forth over Jenny's slippery slit. She was in heaven, especially when he would reach up to her shoulders and the tips of his cocks would bump into her clit. This teasing went on for several minutes when Keith slid one hand and began massaging her tailbone. He lifted the other hand from her skin and what Jenny couldn't see was Keith untying the knot on his scrub bottoms and releasing his monster veined pulsing cock. He took a healthy spoonful of warm oil and poured it so it dripped down her ass crack and over her puckered hole. He put some of the oil on his hands and lathered his impressive 10 inch pole. With two hands, he spread her cheeks and slid his cock into her tiny tight asshole. Jenny gasped loudly. She was pleasantly surprised. Keith gave her no time to adjust to his magnificent pole. He reached forward and put a hand over her mouth. He whispered almost menacingly in her ear, "I know you've been wanted this cock in your pretty asshole. Now I'm going to give it to you." Jenny moaned deeply, her eyes just about rolling into the back of her head. Keith gripped both her hips and forcefully pounded his giant dick in and out of her tight hole. His heavy balls swung and slapped against Jenny's over sensitive clit again and again. It was just what she needed. Her orgasm exploded out of her, soaking Keith's balls that hit against her cunt. But she knew that this wasn't over until he was done flooding her ass with his hot cum. Jenny gasped and moaned out loud as Keith continued to saw in and out of her. "You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you? You're a little cum slut, aren't you?" Keith egged her on. Jenny could feel another orgasm quickly approaching. She concentrated on his slapping balls and the way her hard nipples scraped against the rough leather of the table she leaned on. "I bet you're just like your whore mother. You heard her getting herself a nice little fuck from my good friend, Michael, didn't you? You heard her demand of him that he stick that cock of his in her cunt. I bet your cock loving whore just like her," Keith continued his verbal abuse. Jenny spiraled into another powerful orgasm. Her anus muscled constricting around Keith's huge dick. Keith could feel his own orgasm coming. It was difficult lasting long in a hole this tight. His muscled tightened up and sure enough, his cock unloaded his hot soupy cum into her depths. He grunted a final grunt and laid against Jenny's back. Her sun kissed skin glistening with a thin layer of perspiration. Keith pulled out slowly of her ass, took a warm cloth from his cart and cleaned himself off. He pulled his scrub bottoms back up and retied the drawstring all while Jenny stayed bent over the table exhausted. Keith slapped her bottom and said, "Tell you cock loving mother not to worry about a tip." He gathered up his things on his cart and began taking down the canvas curtain hanging in the middle of the room. Jenny just stayed where she was trying to gather her strength. She watched him in amazement the way his muscles flexed through his shirt as he reached up to undo the clasps on the curtain. When the curtain was down and folded and put away in his cart, he wheeled over the do and looked back. "I hope you enjoyed your massage, Miss Kersting. Enjoy the rest of your day." He gave one last menacing smile and disappeared through the doors. Jenny slowly stood up and gathered her robe. She slowly and carefully put it and loosely tied it around her waist. Her tits wobbled side to side as she walked a tad bow legged from the intense fucking she just received. Emma was sitting in the ornately decorated lobby thumbing through the apps on her phone back in her clothes. She heard doors opening up and saw Jenny walking through. She already had her sunglasses on and her pursed tucked under her arm. Her clothes looked like they were hurriedly and haphazardly thrown on. Almost like she just rolled out of bed. "Well, you looked like you really enjoyed your massage," Emma giggled with a knowing twinkle in her. "You have no idea," Jenny said in a low calm voice, "I think I'm ready to go home and take a nap." "I know what you mean," said Emma, "Thanks for coming with me. I really enjoyed my day with you." "Me too, Mom." Jenny smiled and the two satisfied women made their way out the door.