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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Briana Rylie – South Hill, WA

“Please sign in,” the bored receptionist said when my mom and I walked in. She was Asian, her dark, almond-shaped eyes dull with boredom.

“Sure,” my mom said, bustling over in that terrible, tan skirt she wore. “Come on, sweetie.”

I groaned, and followed. I was eighteen, but she still wanted to treat me like a little girl. If she wasn’t paying for our salon visit, I wouldn’t be spending the day with her. It’s not that I hated my mom, I just didn’t have anything in common with her. I’d rather be out with my girlfriends shopping and hanging out at the mall.

Oh well, I was getting a free haircut out of it and I could definitely use one. And with the money I saved, I’m sure I could find a cute outfit.

“You have an appointment?” the receptionist asked.

“Yep. For me and my daughter, Briana.”

“Very nice.”

“Yep,” I muttered, plopping down on one of the seats in the waiting room of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. I took a deep whiff of the chemicals in the air. That mix of nail polish and hair spray made my head dance.

“Okay, Mrs. Rylie, it’ll be a few minuets.”

“Of course,” my mom said, sitting down next to me.

We weren’t the only women. They were all middle-aged like my mom. I whipped out my phone, Facebook would distract me. All these other women were merely grabbing the magazines on the table and reading them. I could read any of those on my phone.

“Mrs. Rylie and Briana,” a pink-haired, Asian woman said. “We’re ready for you.”

“Hi, Xuan,” my mom greeted. “Who’s styling my daughter?”

“Lanh,” she answered, giving my mom a quick hug.

I followed them into the back of the salon through a curtain of beads. Lahn turned out to be an Asian woman with blonde streaks in her long, black hair. She walked over, her hips swaying, clad in black Capris. A dark-blue apron covered her and she had a friendly smile.

“Hello, Briana. I’ll be your stylist today.”

I nodded. As long as she was competent I really didn’t care who she was.

“I love your hair,” she said, reaching out to touch my short, black curls. “Do you want the same bob?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Just need a little trim.”

“Of course,” she said. “Let’s get you shampooed.”

She had a pleasant voice as she put me in the chair, leaning my head back over the sink. Her fingers were gentle as she massaged the shampoo in and then my hair was dried. She babbled on and on about her new cat.

“Everyone up front!” a man shouted, his voice deep and strong, reaching right into my soul.

“Right away,” Lahn said while I shouted, “Yes!”

Confused, I stood up, my hair dripping water down the back of my neck, and followed Lahn to the beaded curtains. My mom strode before Xuan, her dark-brown hair damp from her shampooing.

“What’s going on?” I asked her.

She gave me a confused, bemused shrug.

I guess it didn’t matter what was going on. It only mattered that I obeyed the voice. My mom went through the beaded curtains and I followed, pushing green and red spheres aside with my hands, and found a man and woman watching us as we filed in.

The woman had auburn hair and was dressed in a Starbuzz uniform: blue polo, khaki pants. The man had a twinkle in his blue eyes as he looked around the reception area, then his face wrinkled—he didn’t like the smell. Other than his eyes and boyish grin, he was a rather plain, slightly overweight man with terrible fashion sense—so nothing remarkable. And yet the young woman with him stared at him with such adoration.

And I had obeyed him without hesitation.

“Stylist stand together over here,” he commanded and they obeyed with speed. Who was this man?

“Which one would you like to eat your pussy?” the man asked the auburn haired woman, her green eyes burning as she examined the stylists.

He asked the question like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. What would you like for dinner? What movie would you like to watch? Which woman would you like to munch on your snatch? This was surreal.

The woman grinned at the man. “You must really want me to enjoy getting waxed.”

“I do.”

“Fine with me,” she purred, looking at the stylists. “There are some pretty girls to choose from.”

The auburn-haired woman went straight for a petite, Vietnamese stylist with the doll face and shy eyes. “This one, Mark.”

Mark. What an ordinary name for man’s whose voice was so commanding.

He pointed at the stylist chosen, motioned her over. “What’s your name?”

“Joy,” she answered with a rich, musical voice.

“Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free.” Joy nodded in agreement. “After you’re finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums.”

I glanced at my mom, and her cheeks were burning. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t said anything.

“Yes, sir,” Joy answered, and flushed shyly.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Mark asked her. She shook her head.

“Oh, fuck, I get to be her first,” moaned Mary. “I about creamed my panties. I get to pop her lesbian cherry!”

Was I dreaming? This was so wrong. My pussy itched.

“Everyone,” Mark commanded, looking around. “Joy and Mary’s lovemaking will be perfectly normal.”

Of course it would be. I didn’t understand why he even had to say that.

“In fact, stylist if a client ever asks you to perform a sex act on them, do it. And enjoy doing it.” Mark looked at the other customers and me. “Ladies, I want you to enjoy yourselves. Have these girls get you off at least once.”

Lust burned through me and I couldn’t help but eye Lahn. I bet she would make me cum so hard. Lahn looked back at me and grinned. My mom purred beside me, such a throaty noise that seemed at odds with her—did she and dad even have sex anymore?

“Do whatever Mary tells you to do,” Mark instructed Joy. “No questions asked. In fact, that goes for all of you. Obey Mary no matter what.”

“Of course,” I murmured. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. Mary was clearly a woman that deserved to be obeyed.

Mary kissed Mark on the lips. “Thank you.”

“Have fun,” he told her, patting her ass.

“You’re not staying to watch?” Disappointment filled her voice. “You’re not going to stick around? There are some pretty girls working here.”

“Sorry, I can’t stand the smell. It’s making me a little sick to my stomach,” he told her. “I’m going to go buy a new phone. I’ll meet back up with you in a little bit.”

“Okay, hun.” Mary said and kissed him goodbye. Then she and Joy headed through the beads while Mark walked out the door.

Lahn walked over to me. “I guess we should finish your haircut.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, Mark’s words burning in my ears. I squeezed my thighs together and knew Lahn would make me cum before I left here.

I followed her through the beads, my hard nipples dimpling the front of my halter top. I sat down on the stylist chair, squirming as lusty thoughts burned through me. Lahn’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark, and I could see the same desires burned inside her.

“You are such a cutie,” purred my mom to Xuan. She sat in a chair across from me, her legs spread, her tan skirt sliding up her sleek calves. She was a more mature version of my own beauty. Fuller breasts and curves, plump lips, but the same, sultry eyes.

“Thanks,” Xuan answered as my mom reached out and put her hand on the woman’s bare side exposed by her pink belly shirt.

My mom was going to have Xuan satisfy her. My pussy itched more.

Mom’s hand slid up Xuan’s side, her tongue moistening her red lips. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as her hand disappeared beneath Xuan’s apron, squeezing her small breast. They stylist moaned, and shivered.

“Do you need me to satisfy you, Mrs. Rylie.”

“I do,” she purred. “Why don’t you suck on my tits. I haven’t had that in so long.”

My breath caught as Xuan pulled off her apron, revealing my mom’s hand shoved underneath her shirt and squeezing her firm breast directly. Xuan gave a throaty moan as her fingers unbuttoned the disgusting blouse my mom wore. What had my mom been thinking with that ruffled neckline and the pattern of brown, beige, and bronze swirls? Mom’s heavy breasts were encased in a plain, white bra.

“Are you excited to suck my tits?” Mom purred, her fingers moving beneath Xuan’s shirt, pinching her nipple. “Your nipple is so hard.”

“I am,” she gasped. “I’ve never sucked on a woman’s tit before, but it’s what you want. I’m supposed to enjoy fulfilling any sex act you want. It’s part of the job now.”

“Do you need satisfaction?” purred Lahn, bending over to whisper in my ear. “Is your pussy wet and in need of attention.”

“Yes,” I panted, my eyes fixed to my mom’s large tits and the pink-haired slut sucking at her tits.

Lahn moved around the front of my chair, unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my ass as she worked them down, my tangy scent filling the air. Then my thong was rolled down my thighs. Xuan was sucking at my mom’s other tit now, her hand reaching down to pull up my mom’s skirt.

I gasped as Lahn’s tongue snaked through my pussy, nuzzling all my folds, purring into my cunt. I groaned and writhed on the chair, her tongue gathering all my sticky juices. Xuan’s hand pushed into my mom’s pussy, fingering the very cunt that had birthed me.

“Oh, yes! Finger me, slut!” moaned my mom. “Make me cum! I need it so bad.”

“Yeah,” I panted. “Make my mom cum, slut!”

Mom’s eyes locked on me, lust shining in her hazel depths. “Is your stylist licking your pussy good? Is the slut going to make you cum, sweetie?”

“Yes, Mom!”

It was so hot. My mom was watching me writhe on a woman’s lips. And Lahn’s tongue was amazing, fluttering through my folds, tasting every drop of my passion. My pleasure burned through me, growing with every touch of her lips, tongue, and fingers. She spread me open, her thumb brushing my clit as her tongue wiggled deep into my pussy.

I bucked, a mini-cum rolling through me.

The salon was filled with the gasp and moans of lesbian sex. All the customers were getting in on the fun, shedding their clothes and enjoying the skilled touches of the Asian women. This was the way to live. Mark was onto something. I’m so glad he walked in and showed us all how much more fun life was.

“Cum, sweetie!” cooed my mom. “Let’s cum together!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I gasped. Our eyes locked again. I hadn’t felt so close to her in years. Lahn’s fingers pinched at my clit, her tongue fucking my pussy like a mini-cock.

“I’m cumming, sweetie!” Her breasts shook, nipples thick and hard, wet with Xuan’s spit. The pink-haired stylist worked her fingers hard in my mom’s pussy and my mom writhed and gasped, cumming hard.

She was so beautiful.

My orgasm burst inside me. My stomach clenched, my back arched. Juices flooded out of me into Lahn’s hungry lips. My ass rose, the vinyl of the chair peeling away from my sweaty cheeks. Bliss exploded through me.

And Lahn kept licking me.

Her tongue set off firework after firework inside me. I couldn’t do anything but squirm on the chair and cry out my pleasure. “Keep licking me, slut! Oh, yes! Drink my cum down, you fucking whore! I love it! Oh, yes! You wonderful, lesbo whore!”

I collapsed back into the chair, her licks growing soft. Lahn stared up at me, her face covered in my shiny juices. “Did I satisfy you?”

“Yes, you did,” I purred, my eyes looking over to find my mom lounging on her chair, looking as satiated as I felt. Xuan was nursing at her heavy tit again, her hand no longer buried in my mom’s panties.

What did my mom’s pussy look like? Taste like? Forbidden lust burned inside me. If it was alright to indulge my passion with the stylist inside the Heavenly Creature Salon, then why not with my mother? So long as we were in here, it was okay.

I stood up, walking across the floor, pulling off my halter top. My mom’s eyes fell on my perky tits jiggling as I walked to her. She licked her lips, swallowing—I could see that same, forbidden lust burning in her eyes, but she was afraid of the consequences.

The consequences could go fuck themselves. I was going to give my mom so much pleasure.

“What are you doing, sweetie?”

I reached out, touching her plain, disgusting granny panties. “Taking these horrid things off of you.”

She lifted her ass for me as I pulled them down her sleek legs. She maybe in her forties, but Mom still kept it tight. Her pussy was hidden by a forest of dark hair matted by her tangy excitement. She smelled like I did, only stronger. An aged, mature pussy compared to my fresh, young snatch.

I couldn’t wait for a taste.

“This is wrong, sweetie,” Mom whispered as I leaned down, rubbing my cheek up to her silky thigh as I neared her pussy. “Forbidden. It’s incest.”

“I know,” I purred. “But it’s okay here. We both have urges and we should indulge them.”

My lips nuzzled into the forest of her pubic hair.

“Yes,” she gasped as I licked her. “We should indulge in our passion. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“What?” I gaped, looking up, her tangy pussy staining my lips.

“Yes! I’m such a bad Mom for wanting to lick my baby girl’s pussy!”

I laughed, spreading her pussy lips open and gazing into her tight, pink tunnel. “Yes, you are! Such a terribly bad Mom! I should reward such depravity!”

My face dipped in, my tongue probing the very pussy that had birthed me. I licked and sucked, nuzzling her with all my effort. I drank my mom’s ambrosia, savoring every forbidden drop of her passion. She squirmed, her heavy breasts shaking.

“Xuan!” she purred.

“Yes, ma’am?” the saucy, pink-haired stylist ask, peeling off her top to expose her perky, olive tits.

“Why don’t you find something long and hard, and fuck my daughter’s cunt.”

I smiled up at Mom. “You’re always looking out for me.”

“That’s what Moms are for,” she giggled, her hands pulling my face back to her pussy. “Keep licking. Mommy wants to cum again!”

I was more than happy to. After all, she was responsible for us being in this wonderful place and getting to experience all this fun depravity. I worked my tongue through her pussy, swirling and swallowing, kissing and nuzzling.

Xuan’s hand touched my ass, sliding down to my thighs and spreading them apart. She took a lick through my shaved pussy, her tongue brushing my clit and sending a wonderful shudder through me. Then something hard and plastic pressed against my pussy.

I groaned in Mom’s cunt as a round, shampoo bottle was pressed into my pussy. It was so thick. I groaned, savoring the way it spread me open, working into the depths of my pussy. My tongue was spurred to work faster as pleasure burned through my body.

“Fuck my baby girl!” moaned Mom. “Make her cum so hard!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Xuan murmured working that thick bottle in and out of me. Her lips kissed my butt cheeks, moving closer and closer to my crack.

“Oh, yes! Lick her ass! What a depraved slut you are!”

“I am,” Xuan murmured, then her lips found my asshole, sucking hard, her tongue working into my depths. The bottle pumped faster.

I moaned and grunted into my mom’s cunt, humping back against that wonderful bottle. Another orgasm swelled inside me, spurred on by the tongue rimming my ass and the makeshift dildo fucking my cunt. My mom’s hand ran through my hair, pulling me into her pussy.

“Mommy’s going to cum! That’s it! My little girl is going to make me cum so hard! Oh, yes! You delicious slut! I raised such a wonderful cunt lapper!”

I lapped harder, eager to please my mom. Her hips bucked and tangy juices squirted into my lips. She screamed my name, the chair rocking and swaying with the force of her orgasm. Then she went still and I looked up at her.

“That was amazing,” she panted, stroking my pussy-stained cheeks. “Now you cum for me, baby girl.”

“Yes, Mommy!”

My pussy squeezed down on the invading bottle. My orgasm burned hot through me. I fell forward, my head resting on my mom’s flat stomach. I gasped and writhed while her gentle hands stroked my hair. My pleasure crested as I hugged my mom’s waist, and then they faded.

“Oh, Mommy, that was wonderful.”

She pulled me up her body, the bottle still jammed into my pussy, and our lips met in a gentle, loving, incestuous kiss. Things had changed between us. I knew we wouldn’t stop fucking once we left here.

Mark and Mary had changed us for the better. I didn’t know how his words could so easily effect us, but I was just so happy he had touched my life.

The End

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