Tempted by her Son-in-law

Just to let you know. This story is a long one. So if you're looking for a short story, so that you can have a quick wank, then this is not for you.

And another thing to be aware of. As the title suggests, a lot of what happens will be at a Massage Parlour. That's a place where women do lots of 'naughty' things to lots of men. So if that's not to your liking, then you shouldn't read this story. But I don't need to be told that, I hear you say. Yes, YOU might already know that, but some readers don't. I've written stories like this before, with similar titles, that have received negative comments. For example.

'I hate stories like this. The women are all disgusting whores. I wish I could give it zero stars'.

It was obvious from the title, and short description, what the story was about. However, despite knowing that they're not going to like it, they still read it. That's bizarre.

Now for the story...

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As I threw it at him with considerable force, I shouted out as loud as I could, "You can stick your job where the sun don't shine!"

Annoyingly, my aim was off. The uniform, that I now no longer needed, missed him, but only by a few inches. With nothing else to throw, I had to be content with giving him some choice words. All of them vulgar and obscene, and there were lots of them. To his credit though, my actions hadn't fazed him. He was calmly standing in front of me, as if nothing had happened. Then he spoke.

"You can't quit, I won't let you. You have to give two weeks' notice, that's in your contract. And I'm already short-staffed so I can't do without you."

I didn't give a flying fuck about the contract that I'd signed. I was quitting, and there was nothing he could do about it. The consequences of that, were his problem, not mine. When I opened my mouth it was to give him more abuse, but I changed my mind. It wasn't worth the effort. Instead, I just walked out of the store without saying another word or giving him a backward glance, and with my head held high.

-

"Julia, quitting wasn't the smartest thing you've ever done. What are you going to do now?"

I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders, giving the impression that I wasn't worried. But really, I was. I lived on my own so I needed to work to pay the bills. If I didn't get another job, and soon, then I was in deep shit.

"You could apologise. He might..."

That got a no from me even before Jess had finished speaking. And she knew me well enough to know, that on this occasion, there was no point in trying to persuade me because I was never going to change my mind. As well as having a temper, I was known for being as stubborn as a mule.

"Then let's think of something," she suggested.

That was going to be difficult. I didn't have any qualifications, and I wasn't really skilled at anything. I married young, and until Craig left me six months ago, I was a housewife, therefore my work experience was minimal. Over the years we'd grown apart, so him leaving me was a relief rather than a disaster. That was until I found out that the bastard had taken all of our considerable savings with him. In an instance, my circumstances had drastically changed. Before, I was a lady of leisure that wasn't short of money, now I was a woman that had to work in order to survive. If I ever find out where he is living, then I'm going to kill him!

Jess was clever, so I was confident that she would come up with something, but as the minutes ticked by without her speaking, I was becoming despondent. It was stupid of me to lose my temper over something that was so trivial, and now I was regretting it.

After giving a deep sigh, I said, "Am I a lost cause?"

The look that I got from Jess told me that I was, but then suddenly her expression changed. She was smiling. That had to be a good sign.

"I've got it!" she declared.

So I was wrong to doubt her. But what job had she found for me?

"You can work at Happiness."

I had never been there, but I knew of it. I can take a joke, but this wasn't the time for one, and she should know that. This was a serious matter, so I wanted sensible suggestions and not silly ones.

"Very funny, but do you have a serious suggestion? That's a sleazy Massage Parlour, not the sort of place that I want to work at."

"I mean it. Let me explain. After you've heard what I have to say you might change your mind."

I was now curious, enough to let her continue.

"What are the requirements for working there? I'll tell you. One of them is that you have to be a woman, an attractive woman. And that's definitely you."

I nodded. You won't get any false modesty from me. I know my worth. I might be forty five years old but I've still got enough to excite a man, even those that are a lot younger than me. A pretty face and voluptuous figure are always a winning combination.

"As you already know, the job is about doing more than just a massage. In fact, that's the important part of it. But is that necessarily a bad thing? You like sex, and working there will get you a lot of it."

I did like sex, with a passion, though at the moment I wasn't getting any. That part of my marriage had always been good, but unfortunately, it hadn't compensated for all the bad times when we weren't fucking.

"And think about all the money you'd be making. It would be a lot more than minimum wage."

She'd done a good job selling it to me, but I still wasn't convinced. There must be something else that I could do. A more suitable job, one that wouldn't raise eyebrows when I tell someone what I did for a living.

"Do you remember Tiffany? You've met her a few times."

Of course I remembered her. A tall woman with bright orange hair and bubbly personality. It was impossible to forget her.

"Yes, but why are you mentioning her now?"

"Because she's worked there. You can meet up with her and she can tell you all about it."

That was a surprise. I've had long conversations with Tiffany, but she'd kept that from me. And why had she told Jess about it and not me? As hurtful as that was, it wasn't important, what was though, was speaking to her about the Massage Parlour. Did I really want to do that? Probably not, but it would be a night out, and as always, Tiffany would be good company. I could have a few drinks and enjoy myself.

-

I waited until we'd ordered the food before asking Tiffany about her time at the Massage Parlour.

"What's it like working there? Please give it to me straight, warts and all. Don't hold anything back."

It took her a few seconds to gather her thoughts, then she spoke.

"It's like most jobs, a mixture of good and bad. However, most days I loved it, though there were occasionally some days when I didn't enjoy it."

"OK, but can you please be more specific?" I asked.

"Of course. It pays well and you get to have good sex with some nice men. The downside is that some clients don't turn you on, sex with them is just going through the motions. You have to pretend that you are enjoying it. Even faking an orgasm to keep them happy."

Obviously, I'd prefer the good sex, preferably with a man that has a big cock and knows how to use it, but when required, I was sure that I could fake it well enough to fool them.

"But there must be some men that aren't nice, that are aggressive."

"That's true, though not as many as you would think. They are the exceptions. The common perception is that all the men that visit Massage Parlours are lowlifes, undesirables that are the scum of the earth. The reality is that they are a cross-section of the general population. Ordinary men that you pass in the street or see in a shop. They might be your neighbour, or even a member of your extended family. Men that have all sorts of jobs, professionals and tradesmen, successful businessmen. You name it, and I've seen them at the Massage Parlour."

That was food for thought. However, even one bad client was one too many.

"So what happens when it gets nasty?"

"I won't lie to you, it can be a bit scary, but it's never as bad as you think it's going to be. And I must emphasise that such occasions are rare. They turn away drunks and weirdos at the door, and the security staff are the best in the business. You just holler, or press one of the many panic buttons, and the guys come running."

I still wasn't sure that the job was for me, but by the time we were leaving the restaurant I'd agreed to try it out. That was assuming that the Massage Parlour would want to hire someone like me.

"Leave it with me, I'll arrange for you to see George, the owner," said Tiffany as we were about to go our separate ways. Then while we were hugging, I thanked her for that.

-

It wasn't in the best part of town, and nearby there were some derelict buildings. Was I really going to do this? Yes, I had to. Desperate times call for desperate measures. It was a job and I needed to pay the bills. After taking a couple of deep breaths to calm my nerves, I got out of the car and walked towards the Massage Parlour. Above the door was a large bright red neon sign, displaying a single word in bold letters, 'Happiness'. With some trepidation, and my heart beating like the clappers, I went in. I couldn't remember the last time that I'd been as nervous as this.

At the reception desk was a smartly dressed woman. She was my age, or perhaps a bit older. After giving me a nice smile, she greeted me with, "I'm Lucy, you must be Julia. It's nice to meet you."

I just nodded, and then I quickly remembered my manners.

"Nice to meet you, too."

"I'll take you to see George, he's the owner," and then she added, "But I run this place."

Lucy, with her warm welcome and friendly demeanour, had put me at ease. George was different. No social niceties from him. In fact, he was downright rude.

His greeting, without even the hint of a smile, and with an aggressive tone, had been, "You've never worked in a Massage Parlour before so why should I hire you?"

And before I could answer him, he'd said more.

"And you're no spring chicken," he sneered.

That was when I'd got angry!

With my hands on my hips, and giving him a defiant stare, I said, "At least I'm not like you, a fat ugly slob."

That was over the top. True, he was carrying a few extra pounds, but not excessively so. And even though you wouldn't call him handsome, he was a long way off from being ugly. A slob? That was just an insult without any evidence to back it up.

When he laughed, it surprised me. It wasn't the response I'd expected. Then he said, "I've been called a lot worse than that, especially by my ex-wife. I was worried that you would be too timid to work here, but you're obviously not. When can you start?"

-

Before leaving, Lucy took me to the common room, that's where I met two of the women that I would be working with, Tina and Anastasia. I got a warm welcome from both of them. Then on to meet Reggie, a member of the security team. A big guy that you wouldn't want to argue with. However, he was polite, but not as friendly as the two girls had been. Finally, into one of the massage rooms.

"We have three rooms like this."

She gave me time to look it over before speaking again.

"Did you notice the panic buttons on the walls?"

That got a yes from me. There were two of them, on opposite sides of the room. I was hoping that I'd never need to use them, but the reality was that if I worked here for the long haul, then they would be pressed, and probably on more than one occasion. For now though, I wasn't going to dwell on that. That was a worry for another day.

"Only to be used in an emergency, when you feel threatened. They are NOT for calling room service!"

That made me laugh.

Pointing to a cupboard, she said, "That's where the towels are," then she opened the one next to it.

"As you can see, all the essential stuff you'll need. Massage oil, wet wipes, tissues and an assortment of condoms. Also, some cleaning products. Now sit down and I'll tell you the house rules."

I did as I was told, while she preferred to lean against the large massage table that was in the middle of the room, rather than sitting on the other chair that was next to mine.

"The condoms are there for a reason, use them. If you don't, and you get knocked up, or catch a nasty STD, then don't come crying to me. OK?"

I nodded. Tests done years ago had revealed that I couldn't have any more children, so that was one less thing to worry about. However, the prospect of catching something, was enough on its own for me to behave sensibly. There will be no bareback sex for me.

"And you must tidy the room up after you've finished. If you don't, then the other girls will come bitching to me, and I'll then pass it on to you. And trust me, you're not going to like that."

Not a problem, by nature I was a tidy person, perhaps even excessively so.

"Now for the last one, but according to George, the most important rule. It's regarding the money you get from the men. You don't keep all of it, a third goes to the business. You give it to me and I pass it on to George. And don't think that you can get away with cheating us. We always find out, and then you'll be out on your ear."

I needed to work, so I was going to be scrupulously honest.

"Any questions?"

Yes, and I was eager to have them answered.

"I've never given a massage before, so what do I do?"

"Don't worry about it, just move your hands over their body in a seductive sexy way. I'm sure you can do that. That's what they want from you. If they want a proper therapeutic massage then they don't come here. They go to those places when they have a stiff back, they come here when they have a stiff cock."

I laughed again, and then I said, "Is there anything that I can't do with them?"

"What do you mean?"

"A sex act that's not allowed."

She shook her head, and then said, "Not in this place. That's why they come here. They can ask for anything, but importantly, you can always say no. Some good advice for you, and you should take it. Only do things that you are comfortable with, no matter how much money they offer you."

Her mentioning money prompted me to ask another question, and it was an important one.

"How much do I ask them to pay? I've no idea what I should charge them. Up to now I have been giving it away for free."

"That's why we have a menu, with a fixed price against each item on it. Without it, it would be mayhem. It stops one of you undercutting the others so that you can get more of the clients. Also, regulars like it like this because they know that whoever they see, it will be the same price."

That was sensible, and very helpful for anybody like me that has never worked in a Massage Parlour before.

"I'll give you a copy of the menu before you leave. It's for your eyes only. You need to learn it off by heart, and I mean it. If you don't then you can't work here."

I nodded.

"Any more questions?"

I shook my head.

On our way back to reception, she said more about why I had to memorise the menu.

"If a client asks for something, and you have to get the menu out and check the price, it gives the impression that you're inexperienced, and that's not a good look."

We'd finished, and I was about to leave, when I remembered something that I'd forgotten to ask.

"What do I wear?"

"Some Massage Parlours have a uniform, we don't. Here you can wear what you want, though It should be easy to take off. And this is a place for wearing sexy clothes, rather than the comfy clothes that you wear at home while sitting on the sofa watching the TV."

-

Lucy had said that I couldn't show the menu to anybody, but of course, that didn't include Jess. She was my best friend, so she could be trusted to keep it between us. We were now at my place going over it together.

"Is that even legal?" she asked while frowning,

After looking at what she was pointing to, I chuckled, and then I said, "It had better be, because I've done it with Craig. And more than once."

"Yuck!" was her response to that.

"Jess, you're such a prude. You should try it, you don't know what you're missing."

"And you're such a..."

I got there first, with whore, and that creased both of us up.

Jess was the teacher and I was the pupil. And she wasn't cutting me any slack. The lesson only ended when I was word perfect.

"You've passed with flying colours, now I have to go."

"Thanks for all your help. When do I get my certificate?"

That made her laugh.

We were the best of friends, despite being different in lots of ways. Tonight was a good example of that. The list was extensive, but most of what was on it I enjoyed doing. The rest, except for a couple of them, that could only be described as 'extreme', I was willing to say yes to because of the money. That wasn't the case with Jess. I'd joked that she was a prude, but the reality was that she wasn't far off from being one!

-

It was my first day working at the Massage Parlour. While driving to it, like everyone that starts a new job, I had mixed emotions, exhilaration and trepidation in equal measures. I just wanted to get it over with.

As always, for anything that's important, I was on time. When I got out of the car, trepidation took over, but I just had to get on with it.

"I can do this," said to myself, helped to calm my nerves.

As before, I was met by Lucy.

"It's time to throw you into the deep end. Are you ready?"

"I think so," was my response.

"Don't worry, you'll be OK."

I appreciated her confidence in me, but only time would tell if she was right.

-

After entering the common room, Lucy looked directly at me, that got my heart racing because I knew what was coming next.

"You have a customer."

So this was it. My first one, and I'd only been waiting for twenty minutes. That was good, because despite being nervous, I was eager to start. I knew that I would only be able to relax after I'd done my first 'massage'.

Lucy escorted me to the room, and when we got there she told me about the man that I would be seeing.

"James is young, only twenty two. He's polite and well-spoken so you should be OK with him. I can't tell you any more than that because it's his first time here. He's paid for thirty minutes, so that's all the time he gets."

I thanked her, she then left. Five minutes later she was back, this time with him.

"James this is Julia, she'll be taking care of you."

Lucy then leaving, meant that I was in charge, so I acted accordingly.

"Please take all your clothes off and then get onto the massage table."

While he was doing that, I took a good look at him. He was so young. I shouldn't be doing this, I should be mothering him. However, when he was naked, and I saw his sizeable cock, that was rapidly expanding, all thoughts about mothering him disappeared. I was now thinking about fucking him!

We were keeping up the pretence that he was here just for a massage. I was massaging him as best I could, and he was trying to look as if he was enjoying it. That was silly, even surreal, because he was exhibiting an impressive boner. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was at least an inch bigger than I was used to. The anticipation of having it deep inside me, had got my juices flowing. There was also that familiar tingling sensation in my pussy that was an indication of how excited I was. I'd been told that I should wait for the man to make the first move, that it should be him asking for anything sexual. However, if he doesn't do that soon, then I will have to take the initiative. He'd come here because he was so desperate for sex, that he was prepared to pay good money for it. But now, I'd bet that out of the two of us, I was the one that needed it the most.

When, with both my hands close to his penis, he said, "Do you do extras?" I could have kissed him.

Playing it cool, I coyly said, "I might," then I added, "If the price is right."

"How much for a blowjob?"

That might be enough to satisfy him, but it was nowhere near enough to keep me happy. So Instead of answering him, I took hold of his hand and then I put it between my legs. My skirt was short, that meant that when I let go of his hand, it was easy for it to get to my pussy. Without any hesitation, that's where it went.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh yes," was his quick response to that.

I needn't have asked. While his fingers were eagerly exploring my pussy through my tight panties, he had a stupid grin on his face and his cock was twitching. I've had better. Men that are skilled enough to make me come with their fingers, even while I still had my panties on. It was doubtful that he could be one of them. However, he was still exciting me enough, so that when it was time for him to put his big cock into me, I'd be ready to accept it.

"A blowjob will be nice, but fucking my hot wet cunt will be even better," I said seductively.

When he said, "Oh yes," again, I knew that I'd

hooked him.

He winced when I told him how much it would cost him to fuck me. But I knew that he was going to pay it. Then, while shrugging his shoulders, he gave me a big smile.

"It's only money."

True, and he was now going to give me lots of it!

I wasn't just expecting some foreplay, I needed some. But after paying me, he was happy to go straight for it.

"Take your panties off and lean against the table."

Hopefully, I'd be able to get him to do what I wanted.

"Don't you want to enjoy my big tits?" said while I had both my hands underneath them, pushing them up to emphasise their impressive size.

He shook his head, so I tried again.

"Finger me first, then we can fuck. Or if you'd prefer, you can lick me. You won't believe how juicy my cunt is."

"No, I can't wait."

I'd tried my best, but I'd failed. So it was going to be wham bam thank you ma'am. As they say, the customer is always right, so I was just going to have to accept it. But heaven help him if he doesn't make me come.

As soon as the head of his cock was at my opening, he was pushing into my wet pussy, and he didn't stop until he was balls-deep inside me. I'd purred while it was going in, then I'd gasped when I'd got his full length. It felt so good to have a cock deep inside me again. The first since Craig had left me.

I'd have preferred him to start slowly, and then only up the pace later on, perhaps after a couple of minutes. However, what I got was frantic from the word go. He was like a jackhammer, pounding my pussy as if his life depended upon it. It was too much for me.

"Take it easy Tiger."

That didn't work, and neither did, "Slow down, make it last, we still have plenty of time left."

That's when I gave up. He was determined to do it his way, so I was going to have to just endure it.

It was a bumpy ride, him thrusting hard from behind while I was bending over the massage table. It ended, even though I was highly excited, before I was even close to reaching it. It was so frustrating, such a disappointment. But at least one of us was happy.

"That was so amazing."

Then he remembered that I'd also taken part.

"Did you enjoy it?"

While giving him a sweet smile, I said, "Of course I did."

That pleased him, but he wanted more from me. Something that would bolster his ego.

"Did you come?" he asked expectantly.

I was tempted to tell him the truth, that I hadn't, but that wasn't what he wanted to hear. And he had paid me a lot of money, so I shouldn't spoil it for him.

"I did. It was one of my best."

When he left the room there was a spring in his step.

While I was tidying the room, Lucy appeared.

"How was it?"

"OK," was all she got from me, and that was enough for her. But it wasn't enough for the girls, they insisted that I tell them everything. I didn't mind, because I was now one of them.

"Let that be a lesson for you. A young man with a big cock can often be a disappointment," said Tina.

Anastasia chipped in with, "That's why I prefer older men. They usually know how to satisfy a woman."

It was another three hours before I was working again. This time it was an older man, one who was in his seventies. He'd come for a happy ending, but unfortunately, despite my best efforts, I couldn't get him up. I felt guilty about taking his money, but not guilty enough to give it him back!

My third was forty minutes from the end of my shift, so it was going to be the last one. I was now resigned to the fact that if I wanted a climax today, then it was going to have to be later on when I was at home, and it would be from my own fingers.

He was middle-aged. Very polite, but there was something about him that I didn't like. I just couldn't put my finger on it. However, despite that, I was going to do my best to make sure that he has a good time.

He'd only been on the massage table for five minutes before he wanted it to become sexual. That was too soon. Then he annoyed me by taking a long time deciding what he wanted. And when he did eventually make up his mind, it wasn't what I'd been hoping for. For me, just some foreplay that was going to leave me frustrated, while he would get a nice climax.

He'd said, "A handjob," and then he'd added, almost as an afterthought, "While I play with your pussy."

It should have been, "We're going to fuck, and I'm not going to stop until I've made you come."

It only took two strokes to make his cock come to life. It was on the small side, but in its favour, it couldn't have been any harder. It was like an iron bar.

My hand was effortlessly stroking it, and he was making appreciative noises. While I was doing that he had two fingers deep inside me. They were moving about, but unfortunately, they were doing nothing for me. I was a long way off from being excited. However, that changed dramatically when he started to rub my clit. After only a few seconds he'd got my womanly juices flowing.

"That's so good."

I'd meant it. That encouraged him to continue, and with more enthusiasm. That took my excitement to the next level.

Both of us were now close to reaching it, and despite how good it currently was, I couldn't help feeling that I was going to end up disappointed. That he would come but I'd be left hanging. It was that sort of a day. One that promised much, but disappointingly, doesn't deliver.

"I'm going to..."

That was all he managed to say, but it didn't matter, because what followed his few words was an almighty groan. And that told me all that I needed to know. He was going to come.

While I teetered on the edge, but still unable to topple over, he spurted. High and strong, like a geyser erupting. When he'd finished I still hadn't come. Then, as he pulled his fingers out of me, one of them glided over my clit. Fortunately, it was just what was needed to finish me off!

The next day I met up with Jess, and as expected, she wanted to know all about my first day at the Massage Parlour. While we were together it was all we talked about.

As I was leaving, Jess said," I think you've found a job that suits you."

So far so good, but only time will tell if that's true or not.

-

To my surprise, I took to it like a duck to water. After only a week, I felt comfortable with the job. When it got to a month, I was an expert in my new 'profession'. Men were asking for me. And I couldn't believe how much money I was making. And to think that I'd initially been reluctant to work at the Massage Parlour!

-

He'd booked the day before for eight o'clock in the evening, but it was now six minutes past and he still wasn't here. It looked as if he was going to be a no-show. Then Lucy popped her head around the door to tell me that he'd arrived.

"Go to room two. I'll bring him to you in a few minutes."

Since I'd started working here, I'd become very good at controlling my emotions. For example, I could smile, and make it look convincing, even when I really wanted to scowl. I could also give an Oscar winning performance at the drop of a hat.

"Wow! That is definitely a big one."

And they would believe me, even though their penis was average at best.

"Oh my god! I'm going to come," said when I wasn't, was always convincing.

But when I saw him, those newly acquired skills deserted me. While Lucy made the introductions, I was staring at him, open mouthed, unable to speak. He was more in control, but he still looked surprised, even embarrassed. Of course, Lucy noticed all of that. She notices everything, nothing gets passed her. That's probably why she is in charge of running the Massage Parlour.

"I'm assuming that you already know each other. I'll leave you to it."

I was grateful for that. However, when we were alone, I still didn't know what to say. It was Chris, my Son-in-law, that eventually broke the awkward silence. And I was grateful to him for that.

"I'm now supposed to tell you that I'm only here for a massage, and you are supposed to tell me that a massage is all that you ever do. And then I come up with some flimsy excuse for why I have to leave. Then, because it's not important, we never mention it again."

Before I could respond to that, he had more to say.

"But we both know that's complete an utter bullshit, so it will be better if instead, we have an adult conversation. I'll go first."

When I sat down, he did the same, sitting on the chair next to me. I still couldn't believe that he was here.

"Being blunt. I like sex, and I'm not getting enough at home from Lizzy. Sometimes I don't even get any. So that's why I've come here."

It wasn't what I wanted to hear, but I could believe him. I loved her dearly, but my Daughter wasn't a passionate person. If truth be told, she was a bit of a cold fish. Chris was the only man she'd ever dated, and I think she married him more for companionship than for the pleasures of the flesh.

"It's your turn, What's your reason for working here?"

He'd been honest, so he'd get the same from me.

"At first, I did it for the money, now I also do it for the sex. It's as simple as that."

After giving a deep sigh, he said, "I wish Lizzy was more like you. If she was then I wouldn't need to come here."

I felt sorry for him. He was a young man, only twenty three years old, and he was having to come to a Massage Parlour in order to satisfy his needs. That wasn't right.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

I'd got over the shock of seeing him, so I was able to think straight. Obviously, he couldn't be with me, that wasn't right. He was my Son-in-law, so being intimate with him was a definite no-no.

"You stay here, I'll go and get you another girl. They're all good, and they're younger than me, so whoever it is you won't be disappointed."

For the rest of the day all I could think about was my Son-in-law. The possibility of seeing somebody at the Massage Parlour that I knew, had never crossed my mind. When we were alone, Lucy was curious. Wanting to know who he was. I told her.

"Years ago, when I was just one of the girls working here, that happened to me. It was my Father. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw him in the Massage Parlour."

That was even more embarrassing than my chance encounter with Chris, my Son-in-law.

"So what did you do?"

"I let him fuck me, but he had to pay for it!"

-

I was having a good day. So far, I'd seen two customers, and both of them were gentlemen. The first wanted a sloppy blowjob, and that's what he'd got. Fifteen minutes of me sucking his cock. It ended with him coming in my mouth, bucket loads, that almost choked me. Afterwards we laughed about it.

The second one was an older man, with a striking resemblance to my late Father. He even had some of my Father's mannerisms. This man could have been his twin. When I mentioned that to him, he quickly suggested that we make the most of it. I agreed, it was too good an opportunity to ignore. We then had a very exciting half an hour together pretending to be Father and Daughter!

I was now waiting for the next customer, and he would be my last of the day. I was excited. I'd seen him once before and it had been memorable. I couldn't wait to have his tongue on my clit again. A big climax was guaranteed, and he might even make me come twice, like he'd done the last time that I'd seen him. But unfortunately for me, he didn't turn up. That was such a disappointment. The next time I see him he'd better have a good reason for letting me down. If not, then he's in big trouble.

-

I was apprehensive. They were coming to my place for a meal, and that would be the first time that I'd seen Chris since our chance meeting at the Massage Parlour. Thankfully though, I'd been worrying over nothing. It wasn't awkward at all.

"Do you still like your new job?"

I did, and I told her that. However, the job Lizzy was enquiring about wasn't the one I was actually doing. I'd told her a lie, that I was working with Jess as her secretary. And despite her knowing that I didn't have any qualifications, she'd accepted what I'd said without questioning it.

-

This time I wasn't shocked, but I was surprised to see him here with me again. Like last time, he was the first to speak.

"Don't be angry with me, but I asked to see you."

"Why?"

"You know why."

I hadn't, but now I did. Since working here I'd done some things that I never thought I would, but this was a step too far for me. He was my Son-in-law, therefore he was off-limits. However, it wasn't a step too far for him.

"Choose someone else, one of the other girls. They're all pretty, and willing to do anything."

"I can't, you're the only one that's free."

He then smiled, because he'd thought that would win him the argument. But he was mistaken. I had some good advice for him, and he should take it.

"Then go home to Lizzy. Try and persuade her to give you what you want. You shouldn't be here."

That hit a nerve, he now looked dejected.

After slumping down onto one of the chairs, and while looking up at me with pleading eyes, he said, "You're so beautiful."

I gave him a wry smile, it was going to take a lot more than that to get into my panties.

"I mean it," he said.

"And I mean it as well. We can't do this. You have to leave."

"OK, I will."

That was the sensible thing to do, and thankfully, he'd now realised that.

"But only after you've given me a massage. I've been told that you're good at it."

I shook my head. Top marks for being persistent, but I wasn't going to change my mind.

"I've paid for one." he said belligerently.

He had. But I was still going to say no. Then I saw how sad he looked. He might even cry. That's when I changed my mind.

"OK, but JUST a massage."

I didn't watch him undress. I only turned around when he was face down on the massage table. He was naked, until I placed a towel over his bottom.

When I'd started working here, I was hopeless at it. That was understandable because I had never given anyone a massage before. However, with practice, it had improved dramatically. Without wanting to boast, I can say that I've become rather good at it. Some of the men are even complementing me on it. As was my Son-in-law.

"This is better than I expected. Is there anything else that you are also good at?"

I knew what he was hinting at, but I wasn't going to go there, so I just ignored him. This was staying as a massage, and nothing else.

I'd finished doing his back, so I asked him to turn over. He did, and before I could take the towel off him and hold it up so that I couldn't see his genitals, It ended up on the floor. Had he done it deliberately? I wasn't sure, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. The mishap with the towel was my first mistake, the second one was looking at his cock. Now that I'd seen it, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

It must like the attention it was getting, because It was rapidly coming to life, becoming more impressive by the second. When it was fully erect he spoke.

"What do you think of it?"

I'd been mesmerised by it, but now I was back in control.

"It's OK, but I've seen better. I'll quickly do your front and then you can go home."

My hands were on his shoulders, but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. All I could think about was his cock. What I'd told him, that I'd seen better, wasn't true. It was 'only' seven inches. Big, but not a monster. However, it had a thickness that was exceptional, and its purple head could only be described as outrageously large. It was a magnificent cock, a thing of beauty. A cock that would stretch even the slackest pussy. And despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it would feel like to have it inside me. It would definitely be an experience I'd never forget.

Honestly, I did try to keep my hands away from it, but it was as if they had a mind of their own. I was finding it impossible to control them. Very soon, the inevitable would happen. One of them would be stroking his cock while the other one would be cupping his big balls. And then it would quickly become a lot more than that. However, just in time, when they were only inches away from where they'd been heading towards, I suddenly came to my senses. I was back in control again. But only just.

Somehow, with my pulse racing and my pussy screaming out to be fucked, I managed to remove my hands, and then calmly say, "The massage is over. Please get dressed."

At first, he didn't believe me, then he did when he noticed the look I was giving him. It said, 'don't mess with me'.

I wanted to go home but I couldn't, I had to finish my shift. For the rest of the day I was just going through the motions because there was too much on my mind. And all of it was to do with my Son-in-law!

It was the early hours of the morning when I eventually got into my bed. It had been a long day and I was tired, but there was something that I needed to take care of before I'd be able to sleep. The raging inferno in my pussy,

My hand was between my legs, and I was rubbing my swollen clit with a single finger, as I relived it. This time though, I didn't stop. It was so thick, I could only just wrap my fingers around it. Holding it in my hand was enough to make my pussy quickly go from moist to wet. My intention had been to start slowly, and then take my time with it. To make it last. However, within seconds, I was frantically rubbing it while imagining what it would feel like to have his cock filling up my pussy. Stretching it in all directions. And that was more than enough to make me come. At its peak, I screamed out his name.

Because I wasn't working, I had a lie in. Then a leisurely breakfast. In the afternoon I met up with Lizzy. We had a nice time together, Mother and Daughter enjoying each other's company. While we were together I kept thinking about her relationship with Chris. They were young and in love, it should be ideal. It might be for her, but I'd recently found out that for him, it wasn't. And to make it right was easy, she just needed to give him more sex. Was that too much to ask of her? Apparently so, but if he was my man it would be different. He could have me any time he wanted, day or night, and in any position!

-

"Did you fuck him?"

I assumed she meant my Son-in-law, but why was she asking that now? It was more than a week ago. Then I remembered that she'd been off that week. She must have only just heard about it, probably from Tina or Anastasia.

"No, it was just a massage," then I added, "But I wanted to."

"Then you're a fool. Life's too short for regrets. Next time he comes to see you here you should do it. I would if I was you."

When I said, "He won't be doing that," she laughed. That was because she knew that he would be returning. It was just a question of when. And when he did, he would want me.

-

Straight away I liked him. He was clean-cut, with impeccable manners. A young man that knew how to behave. Or so I thought.

At first, when he was a bit rough with me, I thought that it was because he was too eager, and that a gentle warning would be all that was needed to calm him down. He'd then apologise. However, his response to that wasn't what I'd expected, especially from such a nice young man.

Angrily, he said, "Don't tell me what to do. I've paid you a lot of money for sex, so I can fuck you anyway I want. You're just a whore. A stupid cunt that needs to shut the fuck up."

Then he grabbed my arm, making me cry out in pain. Big mistake. I now wasn't frightened, I was angry.

"Let go of me."

"And if I don't, what are you going to do about it you little slut," he sneered.

"This."

I then hit him with my fist. It was a furious uppercut that connected squarely on his chin. He was now spark out on the floor, and I was standing over him, hands in the air, as if I'd just won a boxing match!

When the girls heard about it, they couldn't stop laughing. I could now see the funny side of it, but it wasn't something that I'd want to go through again.

-

The next time I saw Jess, I decided to tell her about that aggressive man, and how I'd dealt with him. Big mistake. I thought she'd be pleased because it demonstrated that I could look after myself. But she didn't see it like that.

"That's it, you have to pack it in. You can't work there anymore. It's too dangerous."

And then, because I wasn't going to do that, she wouldn't let it go. When it got too much for me, I told her to shut the fuck up. Then it got worse, becoming a heated argument, with a lot of name calling from both of us. But before she left, we were friends again. That's how it should always be.

-

You never know how the day will go, there's no fixed routine. A lot of women would hate that, but I don't. I find it exciting. However, there are times when you're sitting around for hours, waiting for a customer. That can be extremely tedious, at times almost unbearable. Unfortunately, that was what I, and Tina and Anastasia, were experiencing today. But it did give us the opportunity to have a good old chinwag.

"Last night I was thinking about my time working here. I can't believe some of the weird shit I've done."

"What's the top of your list," I asked.

Tina had to think about it. That told me it must be a long list. When she suddenly shouted out, "I've got it," I was eager to know what it was.

"This was years ago when I was new to this game. He was a regular, coming to see me every month, like clockwork. It was always a blowjob. Occasionally he touched my tits or pussy, but mostly he didn't. He was a nice guy, never any nonsense from him. A person that you are happy to have as a regular."

"So what's weird or unusual about that?" Anastasia asked.

"Let me finish."

Anastasia apologised for the interruption, and then Tina continued.

"He always came in my mouth and I always swallowed his cum. That's what he'd paid me for. One day, as he was leaving, he asked if I liked the taste of it. I said I did, and that I couldn't get enough of it. The next time he was with me he brought me a present. It was a small package, and as I opened it I was excited. It had to be jewellery."

She then paused, giving us a few seconds to think about what the package might contain.

"It wasn't jewellery, and it wasn't anything that was expensive. It was a small plastic bottle. I took the top off and looked inside. I could see a thick liquid, and when I sniffed it, it had a distinctive smell. When he told me what it was, he was only confirming what I'd suspected. It was his cum, and he'd brought it with him for me to swallow."

Anastasia said, "That's so gross," while scrunching up her face.

It was gross, but did she swallow it? Before I could ask her if she had, she said more.

"I did it for him, every last drop. And from then on, he brought me the same present every month."

That made me shudder. Straight from the source is OK, but day's old from a bottle, cold and congealed, is definitely not OK!

When Tina said, "Who's next?" Anastasia was quick to volunteer.

"Mine was just a one-off. It was with a man that I was seeing for the first time. He didn't want a massage, he just wanted to fuck. And he'd brought some clothes with him that he wanted me to wear while we were doing it. I assumed they were his Mother's clothes, or perhaps his Sister's. But I was wrong. He wanted me to dress up as a nun."

"When I was young I always wanted to be a nun," said Tina.

"If he ever comes back then I'll send him to you."

That creased us up. I'd thought that was it, but when the laughter ended, Anastasia had more to say.

"It wasn't just the dressing up that made it weird. While we were doing it, he was singing to me. Songs from The Sound of Music. And he knew all the words."

That set us off again. I couldn't stop laughing as I tried to visualise it.

Mine couldn't match theirs, that was understandable, because I haven't been working in a Massage Parlour as long as they have. It was just a simple story of a man that wanted me to piss in a cup so that he could drink it!

-

Lucy's words, from a few days ago, were prophetic. My Son-in-law was now here, and he was booked to see me.

I knew it was going to be him before he entered the room, but I was still going to let it happen. I told myself, that like last time, all he was going to get from me was a massage. Nothing more than that. But if that was true, then why did I have butterflies in my stomach, even before he was with me? And more telling, why was my pussy already soaking wet?

This time when he undressed, I didn't look away, and when he got onto the massage table, I didn't put a towel over his bottom. The massage was also different. It was more sensual. When I asked him to turn over, and he did, his cock was as I hoped it would be. It was standing proud, for all the world to see. Seeing it gave me butterflies in my stomach.

I was about to continue the massage, when I noticed him gazing at me intently, at a part of my body that men often take a keen interest in. Even though I knew what his answer would be, I asked, "Do you like them?"

"Oh yes. I've always liked them. They're magnificent."

We could talk some more, even flirt outrageously, but that would only delay the inevitable. Better to get on with what both of us were really here for. And it wasn't the massage!

As I started to unbutton my top, he gave me a boyish grin, emphasising how young he was. He was such a handsome man, who's manhood was too tempting for me to ignore. Lizzy might be able to resist him, but I couldn't.

I could have had my top off in seconds, but I was taking my time. Making it more of a striptease than just undressing. And then, when all the buttons were undone, I turned my back on him. Before turning around to face him, I took my top and bra off so that I was topless.

"Wow!" was what he said when he saw them.

And so he should, because they were melon sized, with plump nipples that were begging to be sucked. He had his impressive manhood that he was obviously proud of, and I had a spectacular pair of tits that I was more than delighted to have. Tits that men adored and women were jealous of.

As soon as I moved close to him, as I knew they would, both of his hands were quickly on my breasts. At first, all over them, like an overeager teenager that had got lucky for the first time, then he was concentrating on my ripe nipples. As he should. When I leant over him, he quickly gave me what I wanted. His mouth on my nipple. For a while, it was all about my needs. Him expertly tweaking a nipple with his fingers, and greedily sucking long and hard on the other one. But that wasn't fair, he had needs as well.

When I wrapped my fingers around it, as best I could because it was so thick, he gasped. I could feel it throbbing against my palm. Its thick veins pulsating. Then it got even better for him when I started moving my hand. Giving him long leisurely strokes along the full length of his cock.

I was still standing, but he was now sitting up, and that was a much better position, especially for me, because it made it easier for him to get to my pussy. When his free hand went between my legs. I gave a little shudder in anticipation of what was going to happen next. I just knew that having his fingers deep up my pussy would feel so good. Disappointingly though, he was making me wait. He'd thought that teasing me was a good idea. But he was wrong. As he tenderly caressed my inner thigh, I politely gave him some good advice.

"For fuck's sake stop pissing about. Just finger me. And do it now."

I'd 'forgotten' to wear panties, so there was nothing to get in the way of his fingers as they made their way towards my pussy. When he realised that, I could tell that it amused him. When two of his fingers slid into my hot wet pussy, I forgave him for the delay. Then it got even better when his thumb found my little jewel. As he expertly rubbed its sweet spot, it sent waves of pleasure throughout my whole body.

This was bliss, even better than I'd thought it would be. I haven't been as excited as this for a long time, even while fucking. And from how he was responding to what my hand was doing to his member, it was good for him as well.

It could have been his fingers and mouth on my nipples that finished me off, but it was more likely that it was what he'd done to my pussy. However, I wasn't interested in finding out who deserved the credit for it, because all that mattered was that he was making me come. And it was going to be a big one.

As it surged through my body, I went weak at the knees. I had to hold onto the massage table with both hands to stop myself from falling. At its peak I closed my eyes. It was almost too much for me. I might even faint. Thankfully, I didn't, but it was a while before I opened my eyes. Just in time to see him spurting thick ropes of cum high into the air.

He was now dressed, about to go, but I was still apologising for leaving him hanging. It was unacceptable that he'd had to finish himself off with his own hand. So embarrassing. I was supposed to be good at this.

"Stop saying that. It didn't spoil it for me. It was a wonderful climax, one of my best ones ever."

I believed him, because while saying it he was smiling. A genuine one full of warmth.

But that smile quickly disappeared when I told him how much he had to pay for my services!

-

When she arrived, unexpected, I was, as always, delighted to see her. It had only been two days since my relationship with Chris had become sexual, but that was enough time for me to be able to rationalise our behaviour, so being with her wasn't awkward. We were both consenting adults, and what we were doing might not be socially acceptable, but it was legal, so that was OK with me. However, I don't think Lizzy would agree with that, so she must never know. As they say, ignorance is bliss.

She stayed for lunch. It was a simple meal, quickly prepared, but both of us were enjoying it. Especially the delightful bottle of red wine that we were sharing.

"I want a job at your place. It would be nice working with you."

Thankfully, I didn't have a mouthful of food, because if I had, then I would have choked on it. She'd said it without any preamble so she'd caught me completely off guard.

"You seem surprised."

That was the understatement of the year, perhaps even the understatement of the century. My Daughter, who wasn't too keen on sex, wanting to work in a Massage Parlour. I couldn't believe it. And if she knew where I worked, did she also know about me and Chris? No, that wasn't possible. If she did know, then she wouldn't be as calm as she now was.

"It must pay well, because since you've started working there you seem to have lots of money."

It did pay well, but only because of all the extras I was willing to do. Things that she would never do in a million years no matter how good the money was.

"Please will you ask Jess if they have any vacancies?"

Jess? I worked for George. Then I understood, and It took all of my self-control to stop myself from laughing.

"OK I will."

Working for Jess was my cover story. Lizzy wasn't asking for a job at the Massage Parlour. She wanted to work where I was supposed to be. However, she was going to be disappointed, because, for obvious reasons, there was no way that could happen.

-

When I mentioned it to the girls, as expected, it amused them. Anastasia in particular, found it hilarious. She couldn't stop laughing. But what I hadn't anticipated, was what happened after the laughter ended. Tina unleashing a scathing attack on my Daughter.

"That bitch needs to wake up and smell the coffee. She's a fucking idiot. If she doesn't start giving her man what he wants, then he's going to leave her for a young bimbo that's always willing to drop her panties for him."

That was unnecessary, and I didn't like her calling Lizzy a bitch, but In order to keep the peace I remained silent. However, she might be right about him eventually leaving my Daughter for another woman, but perhaps not someone his own age. I knew of at least one older woman that was willing to give him whatever he needs to satisfy him sexually!

-

Of course, because of what we'd recently done together, it was a given that he would be coming back to see me. And it would be soon. When something is so good, you want more of it. Don't you? But when the wait went into a second week, I wasn't so sure. Tina had her own take on it, and it was one that I didn't like.

"He's found himself another woman. He might even be fucking her now."

I could tell that she was going to speak again, so I gave her an icy stare. It worked. Whatever else she was going to say, she had the good sense to keep it to herself. I was beginning to dislike her. If she wants us to remain friends, then she needs to keep her big mouth shut.

-

It had been a day to forget. Long and tiring, and disappointingly, I hadn't made much money. When I got home I went straight to bed. Thankfully, tomorrow was Saturday, not one of my working days, so I could rest and recuperate. I was going to take it easy, doing as little as possible. I might even do a bit of retail therapy.

I woke early, but despite that, I felt refreshed. Full of the joys of spring. Yesterday was history, and I was looking forward to today. After a long hot shower I went downstairs for breakfast. It was a long leisurely one. I'd only just finished it when the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door and I saw who it was, my heart skipped a beat. It was my Son-in-law, and in his hand was a bouquet of flowers. Red roses, my favourite.

"They're for you," he said, while giving me his best smile.

I was so surprised to receive them, that I only remembered to thank him when we were in the kitchen.

"You're welcome. They're my way of saying sorry for what I've done. Or if you prefer, for what I haven't done."

That was too cryptic for me.

"The flowers are lovely, but I have no idea what you mean by that. You need to explain."

"I haven't been to see you again since we..."

He stopped there, because that was enough for me to know what he was talking about. So that was what he was apologising for. Not coming back to the Massage Parlour for some more sex.

"It was because I was feeling guilty. Lizzy and I have our differences, but despite those differences, I really do love her. So I made a promise to myself that I'd stay away from Massage Parlours. And so far, I haven't broken it."

"So why are you here?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

I shook my head. It might be obvious to him, but it wasn't to me.

"I could stop seeing the other women, but I couldn't stop seeing you."

I had to end this before he got sentimental, perhaps even telling me that he was in love with me.

"OK, that's enough, now hurry up and drink your coffee. We've got something important that we need to do. Something that can't wait."

On hearing that, his face lit up, because he knew what it was that was important. We were going to the bedroom to fuck!

While we were walking up the stairs, I asked him how long before he had to leave. When he said four hours, I was ecstatic. That was more than enough time for us to make each other very happy.

When we got to the bedroom, he turned to look at me, his face serious. My heart sank, what was wrong?

"Please tell me I don't have to pay."

Then he laughed, but he stopped when I poked him in the ribs with my elbow.

"That hurt."

Good, it was supposed to. It should stop him from being silly. However, when he spoke again, I wasn't sure it had worked.

"Please can we start with a massage?"

"Are you being serious?" I asked.

He nodded.

"But I want it to be me massaging you," he said.

We were now naked. I was face down on the bed and he was standing close to it. His hands were massaging my shoulders, going deep into the muscles. This was good, a lot better than I'd expected it to be. He must have done this lots of times. Was it with Lizzy? When he'd finished with my shoulders he started on my back. Long strokes, along the full length of it, that were so relaxing.

"Now for your legs," then mischievously, he added, "Especially your fat thighs."

I ignored him, because they weren't fat. He was just being silly again.

He didn't spend a lot of time on my calves, but he did when his hands were on my 'fat' thighs. And that was when his touch became lighter. He now wasn't massaging me he was caressing me.

I liked it, a lot, but it got even better when his hands moved even higher up. When I opened my legs, as wide as I could, it was so that he would have full access to my pussy. I was ready to be fingered.

All that he was now touching me with was a single finger. It wasn't even on my pussy, just close to it, but it was exciting me more than I thought was possible. He was moving it around. Its mission seemed to be to just tease me. Nothing more than that. And it was very good at it. However, as the seconds ticked by, with my excitement increasing, what had been highly erotic, was becoming frustrating. It was time for that roving finger, and at least another one, to be inserted deep up my juicy pussy. As I always like them to be, In me up to the knuckles.

"Finger me," I pleaded.

"Not yet, you need to be patient."

I muttered an obscenity under my breath, and then I squirmed on the bed, as I desperately tried to get that finger into me. But it was always out of reach.

"That's not going to work. Turn over so that I can do your front."

After giving a deep sigh, out of frustration,

I did as I was told. When I saw that he was smirking I wanted to hit him. However, I didn't, because as much as I wanted to punch him on the nose for torturing me, that was nothing compared with how much I wanted him to fuck me. And if he was flat out on the floor, unconscious, then that was never going to happen!

It wasn't long before his hands were on my breasts, doing wonderful things to them. It would be easy for me to reach out and take hold of his cock, but I was still annoyed with him, so I was going to make him wait.

His mouth had joined in, sucking on my teat with an enthusiasm that I liked. And he had the good sense to keep me happy by continuing to service my other nipple with his fingers. Each time he roughly rolled it between a finger and thumb, it made me moan with pleasure. However, as good as this was, it could be better. I get a lot of pleasure when my tits are being played with, but more when it's my pussy. It was time for him to finger me.

"Play with my pussy."

"Can I go down on you?"

"Yes please," was my overly polite response to that. It made him laugh.

Had he really needed to ask? After all, what woman doesn't like that? And for me, there wasn't a time limit on it. I can never get enough of being licked, especially by a man who's good at it. Hopefully, he is.

Thankfully, this time there was no fannying about. He went straight for my honeypot, and when he got there he gave it his full attention. At first, he was all over it, missing nothing, except for the jewel in the crown that he was sensibly saving for last. It was getting noisy. As he licked and sucked, I was moaning loudly. His contribution was the sound he made when he had to take in great gulps of air so that he didn't suffocate.

"Oh, I like that."

That was my response to him licking my clit for the first time, It had been done gently, even so, it instantly took my excitement to a higher level. He did it again, firmer and quicker. Definitely a winning combination, because it made me squirm with pleasure.

With each passing second, I was edging nearer to a climax. However, it was still a long way off. But it had fooled me, because without any warning, it was suddenly here.

"Aghhhhh," shouted out, was how I announced its arrival. Then I was silent as it surged uncontrollably through my body. At its peak it was almost too much for me, so strong, that I was relieved when it started to fade.

For a while I was out of it, unaware of what was going on around me. Then I realised that his head wasn't between my legs, but his cock was. He was holding it in his hand, and he was moving it towards my pussy. Up close, its big head and extra thickness, made it look more like a weapon than an instrument of pleasure. I wasn't ready for it, because I still hadn't fully recovered from what had been an exhausting climax, but despite that, I let him put it at my opening.

If he'd been aggressive, trying to thrust it in, then I'd have asked him to stop. But he wasn't, he was gently pushing it against my opening. And it was slowly going in. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortable. Then it was painful when the large head of his cock was fully inside me. I gritted my teeth, determined to endure it. Thankfully, the pain subsided as his cock got deeper into me. When he stopped, it was because he had no more to give.

"Your pussy is so tight."

I had to smile. It was tight, but only because his manhood was so thick. It was stretching my pussy in ways that it hadn't experienced before. It being inside me was uncomfortable, but the strong sensations, all of them pleasurable, that it was giving me, more than made up for that.

His first stroke was as gentle as could be, and I was thankful for that. However, It still made me grimace. The second one got the same reaction. Then as he continued, upping the pace and going deeper into my pussy, it became what I'd always known it would be. A wonderful fuck!

My pussy was taking a pounding. A fit young man in his prime, was giving me his all. It should have been too much for me. But it wasn't. In fact, it wasn't enough.

"Fuck me harder."

That's when he went into overdrive.

Now my moaning wasn't just loud, it was deafening. At the end of each furious stroke, he was grunting like a pig. My climax was on the horizon, coming towards me like a speeding train.

I wanted to shout out, to declare to the whole world that I was in it, but it consumed me. Taking away my ability to speak, or do anything else except enjoy it. It hadn't just been big, it had been epic. Perhaps even my best one ever. If not, it was certainly a contender.

It was a while before I was back with the living. My eyes had been closed, and when I opened them, the first thing I saw was my Son-in-law sitting next to me. He looked like the cat that had got the cream.

"We can do it again, or I can go downstairs and make us both a coffee."

When I quickly shouted out, "Coffee," it made him laugh. I'd come twice, in quick succession, and both of them had been big ones. I'd had enough. The gunge that he'd poured into me was now seeping out of my pussy, making a mess on the bed. The last thing I wanted was his big cock spurting more cum into me!

The sex had been wonderful, but the coffee was only just drinkable. I didn't mind, it wasn't important.

"So," was all he said, but it was enough for me to understand what it meant.

"I don't know what we're going to do," was my response.

"Then we need to talk."

Both of us readily acknowledged that what we were doing was wrong. But despite that, we were going to continue.

-

The next day I was late for work, so when Lucy came to see me, I thought I was in trouble. However, I wasn't.

"We haven't seen your Son-in-law for a while. Why's that?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said.

But something, my expression or a mannerism, betrayed me.

"You do know."

I shook my head.

"I've got it. He goes to your place. That's where you're fucking."

There didn't seem to be any point in continuing to deny it, so I nodded.

"Just be careful, there'll be hell to pay if your Daughter finds out."

I smiled, because we were too clever for that to ever happen.

Some days the gods smile on you, giving you what you want. Today was one of them. After yesterday's strenuous sex with my Son-in-law, what I'd wanted was a quiet day. And that's what I was getting.

Three customers so far, and none of them had gone anywhere near my pussy. Their needs were simple, a blowjob and two handjobs.

Thirty minutes before the end of my shift, I got another customer. My fourth one of the day, and he would be the last. All I needed was for him to be a good one as well, for it to be a perfect day.

When the massage got to fifteen minutes, he said, "What extras do you do?"

"The usual."

"What's today's special?" he asked.

We didn't have one, we weren't a restaurant. However, that gave me the opportunity to lead him towards my preference.

"A blowjob."

"OK, I'll have it. Long and slow, with lots of eye contact."

I smiled. It was the easy end to my shift that I'd been hoping for.

-

We were now in a routine. Chris was coming to see me whenever he could, usually once a week. We'd then make the most of our precious time together. It suited both of us, and there was no reason, as long as we were careful, why it couldn't continue indefinitely.

-

She was inconsolable, tears streaming down her face. All I'd asked her was, "Is everything OK?"

When I put my arm around her, she gave me a weak smile, and then she stopped crying. I wiped away her tears with a tissue.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"It's Chris, he's left me for another woman."

I couldn't believe it. Why was he being so stupid? What we'd had was perfect, and he'd just ruined it. I wanted him in my bed, but I wasn't sure that I wanted him living with me. And when would he be here? Was it better to tell her now, that I was that woman? I didn't know. This was a right mess, a mess that my Son-in-law had made.

"She works in a Massage Parlour. She's a dirty whore. A fucking bitch. A slut. A cunt."

Inwardly I groaned. A bad situation had just got significantly worse. Soon, my Daughter was going to find out, that I wasn't just the other woman, I also worked at a Massage Parlour.

"She's called Tina," said as if her name was a dirty word.

What the fuck! That didn't make sense. I thought I was the love of his life. Apparently not. The next time I see Tina, I'm going to tell her what I think about her. And she's not going to like it.

"I don't understand it. What is he going to get from her that he isn't getting from me? The sex is good, and we're always doing it. Sometimes twice a day. And I'm always eager to swallow his cum."

So the cheating scumbag had lied to me, big time. He'd well and truly played me for a fool. Making out that Lizzy didn't like sex, so that he could get it from me. What a sneaky bastard.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she whined.

I did though. I was going to chop his balls off!

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