Valentine Massage
MC Dark
Editora: Boruma Publishing
Sinopse
Valentine's Day is his busiest day of the year, but the woman on his table is not the average client. She's his mother. And she isn't here for a standard massage. She's here for something more. Can he deliver the happy ending she deserves? And if he does, how will she choose to repay his kindness? Will this Valentine's Day be the start of a new dynamic between mother and son? Author's Note: This taboo erotica story is intended for mature adults (18+) only. It features the sexual relationship between a son and his mother. It includes apparent dubious consent, oral sex, dirty talk, breeding, and rough sex. Guaranteed HEA. If you like your erotica to be taboo and explicit, please enjoy this story. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ When I enter the room for my appointment with "Mrs. Jones," I'm a bit surprised. The woman lying face-down on my table doesn't look a day over 35. Also, her body is fantastic. All soft curves and taut muscles. Definitely not my usual plus client. I can't see her face, but if it's even half as good as the rest of her, she must be a knock-out. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Jones." I use my Specialist voice as I greet her. It's deeper than my normal tone and slightly accented. I practiced it for ages before finally settling on a voice that would make my clients melt. "Would you still like the full-body-plus treatment today?" I know what her answer will be, but we have to ask on the off-chance the client changes their mind. * * * * "Is that – Are we finished?" I take my time in responding, to be certain I can maintain the tone and accent of my professional persona. "I'm afraid so. If you'd like to schedule another appointment, our hostess will be happy to help you. Have a good day, Mrs. Jones." Again, her voice stops me from leaving. "What – what about you?" I clear my throat. "What do you mean?" "I can tell our time together had a certain...impact on you. Would you like me to...relieve you of that burden?" "That is not our policy, Mrs. Jones. We are here to serve you, not the other way around." Her voice is honey-sweet when she responds. "But surely you've made exceptions in the past?" I answer honestly. "No. I haven't." She pouts and I have the urge to bite that gorgeous mouth of hers. "Please consider making an exception just this once. I – I've never done this sort of thing before." * * * * "Enjoy the rest of your day, Mrs. Jones." My hand is on the doorknob once again as she finally replies. "You too, son." I turn around just in time to see her pulling the mask off her face, a wicked smile on her lips.
Disponível desde: 14/02/2022.
Comprimento de impressão: 19 páginas.
