Daughter-Mom Combo

Rich step-mom Dee Williams struts in with her step-daughter Vienna Rose, both decked out in sleek outfits, arms loaded with fancy shopping bags from a wild day of splurging. They spot this hip massage spot across the street and waltz right up to the desk, where perky masseur Lucas Frost greets them with that eager smile. He checks if they've got an appointment—nada. Dee grins and says they were just out shopping, noticed the place, and she figured why not spoil herself and the kid with some killer relaxation. Lucas frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. Sorry, ladies, therapists are slammed. He's got one slot open now, but another client's due soon—no way to back-to-back 'em. Pick one or come back tomorrow. Dee and Vienna pout like pros, then dive into bickering. Neither's budging on rescheduling, but damn if they're yielding their turn. They come off spoiled as hell, all entitled demands and zero give. Finally, Dee smirks and pitches it: why not share the slot? He massages 'em both at once. Lucas hesitates—how the hell would that even work? But Vienna's all in, lighting up like it's genius. They tag-team him with sweet talk and a little pushy charm till he caves. 'Like a mom-daughter duo rubdown,' Dee quips with a wink. He leads 'em to a cozy private room, two tables side by side. Usually for couples, he explains, but that's with two therapists. He'll just split his time fair and square. Undress, hop on, get comfy. He steps out. Bags hit the floor; clothes fly off. They chatter about how cute Lucas is, all boy-next-door hotness. Dee chuckles, 'Guys like him melt around stunners like us. Bet he tries something with me mid-massage.' Vienna snorts. 'You're ancient, Dee. He'd go for fresh and fab like me.' Dee laughs sharp. 'Please, you're barely legal. Dudes crave a woman who knows her way around, makes 'em beg.' They snipe back and forth climbing onto the tables. Vienna pauses. 'Did he say towel drape?' Neither recalls, so shrug—buck naked it is, no biggie. Knock-knock. 'Come in!' they chirp in stereo flirt-mode. Lucas peeks in, eyes widening at the full-frontal show. He starts, 'Uh, standard is to cover up with—' then bites it back, shrugs, plays it cool. Who first? Boom, they clash again, both clawing for top spot. He cuts in quick: 'Let's start left and roll from there.' Peace restored, sorta. He digs into Dee first, hands gliding over her back. She moans loud, over-the-top—'Oh god, that's heaven'—flirting hard, needling Vienna green. Couple minutes in, Vienna snaps: 'Enough on her, my turn!' Switch to the right table. Vienna arches, moaning louder, tossing in, 'Mmm, feel these tight spots? All that yoga keeping me bendy and hot.' Lucas nods polite, answers her chatter, but inside he's side-eyeing the weird vibe. Dee groans, rolling eyes, calls him back: 'Don't forget me, handsome.' Rivalry ramps up wild. He ping-pongs between 'em, sweating to juggle demands. They amp the sex factor—'Rub my tits, they're so tense,' 'Knead my ass cheeks deep,' 'Inner thighs, right up close to the good stuff.' Inches from pussies, hands teasing the edge. Lucas looks beat, flushed and ragged from the frenzy. They clock it, Vienna purrs flirty: 'Aw, look at him, Mom—we wore the poor stud out.' Dee nods, condescending sweet: 'Exhausted little thing, but he nailed it. Time to reward that hard work.' They reach out, paws roaming him from both sides. He startles—'This is way out of line! You're mother and daughter?' 'Step-mom and step-kid,' Dee corrects, fishing: 'I'm way too young-looking to be her real mom, right?' Vienna eye-rolls hard. 'We won't blab if you don't,' Dee adds sly. 'Our naughty secret.' They close in, lips on his neck, teeth nipping ears left and right. Lucas moans deep, face twisting in pure bliss.