Chapter 160 – My Delightful new Daughter (III)
Mira, my enticing young colleague from the Philippines, and I had embarked on a rousing father-and-daughter role-play before the Tet holiday, which had started just great. One premise was that she had found a job at a real-estate firm here in our nondescript town in Central Vietnam, where I was allegedly working for another, larger Korean-Vietnamese company in the same field. Purportedly, my daughter was now working with my long-term affair Nguyet at the latter’s office at the model home in the suburbs, where Mira wanted me to pick her up this week. The two of them had known each other for about two years as affiliates of our orgy posse, which was still meeting sporadically in various combinations.
My new daughter found it premature, apparently, to involve Nguyet in our beguiling ruse, since she had asked me to think up ‘something exciting just for the two of us’ for this week. Putting a threesome with her new colleague on the proverbial backburner made sense, however, as Mira had just started to work with Nguyet. Since I hadn’t seen my sweetie for more than three weeks, as she had been home in the Philippines, I thought we could go for coffee, first, where she could tell me about her trip, after which we would end up at the old empty Art Deco hotel, where we had amused ourselves quite a bit lately.
But then I conceived another idea. Why not re-introduce, so to speak, Mira to our petite, blind masseuse Hanh, who – in real life – was actually her girlfriend?! My daughter was bisexual and had a loving, very sensual relationship with Hanh, but if we wanted to weave more yarn for our role-play, I needed to ‘acquaint’ her with a bunch of adventurous young people she would enjoy spending time with. After all, that would be part of my duties as her newly-found dad, who had been living in our small town for nice years, wouldn’t it?!
Hanh didn’t speak English – and my Vietnamese was a bit too feeble to discuss delicate missions – but together with a translation program, I managed to get the plan across to her. Well, in the end, all that Hanh needed to do at this point was to pretend not to know her girlfriend Mira when I was around. When I got to Nguyet’s office in the suburbs, my daughter was already waiting outside and only said hastily that the others had gone out to lunch. So, she just took the second helmet, which I had brought, and swung her young nimble body onto the back seat. Tenderly hugging me from behind, she placed her cheek against my shoulder and murmured, when we had stopped at a traffic light, that it was ‘so good to see’ me again.
“And that masseuse is really blind, dad? Won’t that be a bit awkward?” she then inquired a bit incredulous, as we were swerving through the midday traffic.
“Well, Hanh’s used to interacting with customers,” I assured her. “And I’ve known her for two years now… it’ll be fine… don’t worry…”
When we arrived at Hanh’s house, however, she was standing outside on the sidewalk, together with her mom and her god-aunt Yen. Apparently, our petite young friend was going to be driven to a judo lesson, as she was sporting an appropriate white outfit, including a yellow belt. She smiled when she recognized Mira’s and my voice but, of course, I was a bit disappointed, as it decidedly looked like Hanh was leaving, as clean and spiffy as she looked.
There was a bit of palaver among the two mature women now, while I had the chance to admire Yen’s well-settled beauty again. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt and a red woolen jacket, while her beautiful shiny hair was youthfully harnessed in a ponytail. During a brief break, I wished everyone a Happy New Year and introduced Mira to Yen, without mentioning the father-daughter thing, though, as that may have led to profound confusion. And even if I had been able to explain everything in Vietnamese, I couldn’t be sure if an incest-role play would not have violated the ladies’ very open stance toward sensuality.
Yen looked at me appreciatively and nodded but then got her phone out, perhaps to translate something quickly. I began to wonder if her and Mira hadn’t met in real life, as the latter was Hanh’s girlfriend, while she probably showed up here at the house about every other day or so. When Yen was done typing, she showed me what she had written:
“Today, Hanh have new belt examination.”
Okay. I asked Yen if she was going to accompany her. She smiled and nodded in reply, looking lovingly at her charming godchild, whose eyes had already rolled back in their sockets, as they were wont to do, especially if she was aroused. Of course, the belt-thing was more important than the massage, particularly as Hanh was probably working together with another blind person, who she couldn’t leave in the ditch. But, after the three of them talked some more, during which they had pointed at Mira and me, the window upstairs, each other, and the motorcycle next to refahiye escort us, Yen said there was a change in plans: She was going to massage us, while Hanh’s mom would drive her blind girl to the gym.
I thanked Yen for the offer, but then asked Mira if that would be okay with her, adding:
“You know, Yen is a great masseuse, too…”
“I think it would be outright unkind to leave now… ungrateful,” Mira replied, and I was glad that her mother had raised her well.
Yes, of course, she was right. Naturally, the thought crossed my mind that Mira had become interested in Yen – and/or vice versa – during her countless visits here at the house but, of course, she couldn’t say so in our role-play. Anyway, yes, I found this setup immediately titillating, and if she truly was seeing Yen for the first time, the latter’s appeal was strong enough for any bisexual woman to give it a go, even though Mira had never said that she was interested in more mature women.
But then, again: Yen was, especially for her age, astonishingly alluring. She had a fine womanly figure, smooth skin, a ravishing smile, a set of perfect teeth, a beautiful mouth, and sparkling eyes. She reminded me of the Hungarian Attorney General, Judit Varga, but she was sweeter and more charming. Of course, I hadn’t known her when she was younger, but I couldn’t imagine that Yen had lost any of her beauty over the three decades. To the contrary: She always struck me as it had taken so long to truly bring out the best in her. Unlike most Vietnamese women, Yen also had a substantial bosom, which was still firm at 48, while her thighs radiated energy and her calves formed a wonderful double-arch down to her still youthfully slim ankles.
While I had been summarizing to myself what I found so attractive about her, Hanh’s mom had gotten onto Yen’s Yamaha, where the latter was now helping her godchild Hanh onto the backseat. After Yen had turned around again, she pointed at her chest and then the window of the massage parlor upstairs, before she suggested that I smoke another ciggy down here on the sidewalk, probably as she wanted to change clothes.
As soon as she had disappeared inside the house, though, my daughter uttered the faithful line:
“Dad, you know what: She totally reminds me of mom…”
Ha! Although Mira had said it rather gravely in a somber tone, I still had to suppress laughter, but now I understood why she had so readily agreed to Yen massaging us today. Oh yes, Yen as her mom and me, myself, and I as her dad certainly had potential. By all means.
“Well, Yen is a bit taller than Anza, though…” I only remarked to keep the ball rolling, as I was lighting my cigarette. “But sure, age-wise, it’s perfect…”
‘Anza’ was short for Esperanza – the name I had given my fling back in the Philippines in 1996, of which Mira was allegedly the result.
“So, how was your holiday?” I had to ask now, role-play or not.
“Mom was disappointed that I didn’t take more pictures of you…”
True. That was the one thing we had forgotten.
“We’ll take some later and send them to her… did you tell her, though, how well we’re getting along?”
“Yeah, we talked about you quite a bit… when my step-dad and my half-brothers weren’t around, of course,” she replied with a mocking smile, after which I flicked my cigarette butt in the gutter.
We went inside, where it was cool and dark. Down here, on the ground floor, was Hanh’s aunt’s massage room, but she didn’t seem to be in. We relieved ourselves of our shoes and went up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor, where Hanh’s massage- and bedroom were, where Yen probably had changed by now.
When we entered, Yen was wearing a powder-blue longish men’s shirt like a dress. It pretty much covered the upper half of her brimming thighs, and she looked pretty darn sexy. We could see her cleavage, and I couldn’t be sure if she was wearing anything underneath. As she was getting ready for the massage, she smiled and pointed at the shower, as the first step. We undressed and then piled our clothes on the massage chair nearby, which had an inward notch for a dangling scrotum.
Mira had been wearing a navy-blue hoodie and pretty tight blue jeans, but her black lacy underwear was darn snazzy. It seemed new, and when I was naked, my sweetheart instantly came over to grab my cock, which Yen noticed. I put my hands on Mira’s small hips, but then she opened her bra in the front, which was new. Her small bosom was nothing to rave about, but the way she was presenting it was quite something. I watched her chest heaving, until she completely took off her bra and then her panties as well.
We stepped into the shower together, and while we were briefly washing each other, Mira told me that she had seen her mother’s boobs for the first time when she was back in the Philippines.
“Yeah, dad, can you believe it?! One evening, she just showed her breasts reyhanlı escort to me… before we went to bed… wow, they’re still nice and large… like Mrs. Yen’s over there…” she whispered, giggling mischievously.
“Yeah, of course, I remember them fondly. They were lovely, especially for such a petite woman… but I’m surprised that she just did that…” I added.
“Well, we also slept in one bed… my brother’s bedroom was being redecorated…” she instantly spun some more family lore.
“Yes, Anza’s breasts… Jesus, yeah, they’re hot… did you see her completely naked, too?” I was curious, but Mira just shrouded herself in the cloak of silence, but not without another impish smile.
She rinsed me and then herself, while I was watching Yen’s preparations, looking past my daughter’s head. After we had dried ourselves quickly, we went over to the massage table. Mira seemed a bit sheepish, as this was the first time that Yen saw her naked but – if the latter was quickly turning into Mira’s mother – that would be nothing to be ashamed about. Standing behind my little girl, I kneaded her firm little butt cheeks, and when Yen smiled at us encouragingly one more time, I realized again how perfect her teeth and how elegant her lips were.
When Mira wanted to lie down on the massage table, though, Yen asked if she didn’t want to massage me, together with her. Mira replied that either would be fine with her, but when I told Yen that Mira had been looking forward to receive a tender treatment, she relented, and Mira lay down on her belly.
“We’ll massage you next time, dad,” my daughter murmured, after she had closed her eyes and placed her beautiful head sideways on her right cheek.
Yen pointed at my daughter’s upper body, while she was taking a bit of massage oil and then moseyed down to Mira’s feet. I liked that she had sensed that my daughter’s torso, including her little boobs and butt cheeks, would be more exciting for me to treat, and so I followed suit and squeezed a bit of oil into my hand, before I stepped near Mira’s shoulders. When I touched her little boob briefly, which was nicely squeezed and bulging under her own weight, Mira smiled without opening her eyes, which was a truly heart-warming moment.
Speaking of: It was endearing and rousing, at the same time, to watch her calm, healthy, slim body heave. Yen took some more lubricant from the large wheezing tube, and I moved on to Mira’s neck and arms, for which I was now standing at the shorter end of the table, just like Yen, down at Mira’s feet. I caressed my daughter’s ears a bit, but she seemed to have smelled my cock, as she now put her chin onto her hands and opened her mouth; a lot like Yen’s daughter Linh had done once. Almost inevitably, my glans ended up on her lower lip, and – as I was bending over my daughter’s back to massage it in long strokes – I started to thrust.
Yes, it would have been nice to be massaged by the two of them, I regretted, but having my shaft inside my sweetie’s warm, moist, welcoming mouth was also quite something, of course. Alerted by the smacking and sucking noises, Yen looked up from Mira’s calves, and when she saw me thrusting behind Mira’s head, from her perspective, she smiled endearingly. With my cock in Mira’s mouth and looking at Yen’s mature, sexy form, I began to envision a good hearty fuck in twenty minutes or so.
Yes, and I almost hate to say it, but Yen’s half-clad mature body was almost hotter than my daughter’s naked, slightly androgynous, slender chassis. For a while, there was no noise but the tender touches of our hands on Mira’s skin, but then I pulled my cock out from between my daughter’s teeth and lips again, as I didn’t want to come prematurely in her mouth.
“That was so nice, dad…” she still whispered and put her head down sideways again on her cheek.
Of course, I couldn’t be sure if Yen was up for intercourse at all. But then, the way she had offered to massage us and was now dressed: I couldn’t imagine that she would decline any form of sensual stimulation. Naturally, I grew curious how she smelled under her shirt. Had she deposited it here a while back? It couldn’t really be Hanh’s, as our young blind friend was about seven or eight inches shorter than Yen, whom the shirt fit perfectly. And yes, was she wearing underwear at all? I looked around the room but could see her clothes, as they were probably in Hanh’s bedroom, which was adjacent.
When Yen had made her way up to Mira’s thighs, I decided to take care of my girl’s supple butt. She sighed when I pried her cheeks open and ran my fingertip all along her cleft. Her tiny anus funnel was already pumping exuberantly. I got another load of oil and then tickled her perineum, which elicited some contented smacking. I asked myself if my daughter would try backdoor sex in front of her newly-found mother and if she had prepared herself for that zesty kind of enterprise. Or would Yen – rize escort whose sphincter was larger and softer – appreciate and approve of a thorough cleaning of her fine rectum? But she hadn’t prepared herself, I could be fairly certain.
Those and other, similar thoughts were wafting through my consciousness, while I was massaging my daughter’s precious skin and what was beneath. Everything – the smell, the vision, the thoughts, and the noises – had caused a formidable erection, of which we soon needed to take care of. Somehow. As Yen and I knew each other well, I moved sideways, towards her, ever so slowly, and then embraced her from behind – partially, as we both had been on the same side of the massage table for at least ten minutes now.
Standing behind her and looking down her front, with my chin parked on her shoulder, I saw her white bra and then tested if she was wearing panties. She was. They felt simple, soft, and relatively thick, and we kissed briefly, before she reminded me with a nod of her chin that the girl was first in line. And so, I refocused on my daughter’s little brown caldera, which was oscillating languidly. As small and tight as it was, it responded favorably nonetheless, when I fondled the little bunny snout. Yen was smiling the whole time but resisted the urge to treat her newly-found daughter’s anus for now.
Well, Yen didn’t know yet that she was massaging her offspring. Instead, she suggested that Mira should turn, so that we could continue our divine work on her heavenly front. While we were now waiting for the young lithe body to flip herself over, I kissed Yen once more, kneading her perfect womanly ass through the fabric of her shirt and underwear, which prompted her, in turn, to stroke my cock.
“It’s nice to see mom and you like this, dad,” Mira murmured in a drowsy stupor, sounding fairly grave again; like she had already internalized that we were her parents.
Or she just wanted to add oil to the flames. Either way, it was fucking hot. When Mira suggested that she wanted to watch us fuck, I unbuttoned Yen’s shirt from behind and pushed her bra up, so that I could suck her formidable drop-shaped breasts. Her nipples and areolae were swelling under the tender touches of my tongue, and when I kissed her neck, she threw her head back and a cute, almost orgiastic mating call escaped from her gorgeous mouth.
“Hey!” I nodded at my daughter, who was still sitting drowsily on the massage table: “Suck her other nipple!” I encouraged her, after I had taken off Yen’s shirt and bra.
While I was fondling Yen’s firm butt and still pecking her neck and shoulders, Mira leaned forward, fondling both gorgeous breasts with her hands, like she didn’t dare to take Yen’s areolae in her mouth. Which was fine; it would only be a matter of time. Playfully, I shoved my cock between Yen’s divine thighs, before I slowly pulled her panties down. With my cock back between Yen’s legs again, I reached around Yen for Mira’s little tits, and now Yen leaned toward her daughter and kissed her heartily. Eventually, I stepped around Yen to admire her elegant, pitch-black pubic mound, which wasn’t very wide but long: it had a very thick center, which then petered out on the sides and above.
Wheezing, all three of us were looking at each other wantonly, but then Mira hopped off the table to make room for her new mom, who folded the leg-portion of the table down and brought up the two plastic trays for the lower legs, which would allow her to lie down in the position that Hanh used for her nifty pussy massages, which – of course – was also much more conducive for what we would indulge in in a minute.
After Yen had charmingly suggested again that Mira should have a go first, however, our precious mature friend settled on the table on her back and languidly placed her calves on said trays. Mira was now looking straight at her mom’s pumping wet, half-open pussy, which was splendidly framed by a pitch-black horse-shoe of hair from above, while her outer, reddish-brown rakish labia only sported a few sparse curls further down. I believed I had even heard how her inner lips had separated; if not, I was glad that I, at least, was now able to watch the process further.
For some reason, I liked that Yen hadn’t assisted her nether lips with her fingers; they had just naturally unfolded and were now gasping like those of a carp. As I didn’t want to block the view for my girl, I stepped out of Yen’s thighs’ realm and positioned myself next to her chest, where a gorgeous pair of breasts was waiting for tender, firm touches. I briefly thought about telling Yen that she was now Mira’s mom but was afraid of messing things up with my limited Vietnamese.
And our rhythm didn’t need any titillating boost, and so I just leaned forward to take Yen’s nipple between my lips, while Mira was traversing her mother’s beguiling lap with her flat hand.
“I don’t even know where to look, first, dad…” she chuckled. “Ev’rything is sooo… so lush…”
Mira didn’t seem ready yet to lean forward, straight into Yen’s lap, though, which was understandable. But still, I felt the need to encourage her:
“Hey Miraculous, I don’t know how often mom will present herself like that… spoil her a bit with your tongue, will ya?”