It had been a crazy few months at work, and my daughter Kylie had finally talked me into taking two weeks' leave so we could spend some time together. Earlier in the year, on my birthday, she had given me a membership to ‘Tranquillity’, an exclusive, up-market women's fitness and wellness club.

Kylie had booked a joint massage session for us. I was keenly waiting outside Tranquillity for her to arrive. It would be my first time there, and she wanted to show me around. Kylie had joined a year ago, so I had a good idea of all the fantastic services they offered, including their own restaurant, pool, gym, saunas, massage rooms, beauty treatments and more.

As I waited for her to arrive, her enthusiastic descriptions of the services were at the forefront of my mind.

“Hi, Mum.” I heard cheerily behind me.

My twenty-five-year-old daughter was dressed for the occasion, with a matching bag and gym outfit, and although I was only in my early forties, I felt much, much older next to her. Still, I had raised her single-handedly, so I had some excuse, I consolingly thought.

As we approached the double glass doors to the reception area, I could see our reflections. I could understand why everyone said we looked like twins. We each had long blond hair and blue eyes. Additionally, we were of similar height and shape. Her breasts were slightly firmer and bigger than my ample ones. Still, despite never working out, my bum and curvy figure looked just as good as my daughter's. No wonder my friends were envious.

Upon entering, three women stood behind the glass-topped reception desk. Two were stunningly gorgeous, each dressed in see-through white cotton dresses, emblazoned with the Tranquillity logo. The receptionist, in a navy-blue suit, was equally beautiful. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, I let Kylie finish the booking process.

As the two women in white body-hugging outfits came around to the front to greet me, I noticed they were barefoot and neither was wearing a bra. But what struck me the most was the physical similarities between them and us.

“Hello and welcome, I am Amber, and this is Willow. We will be leading your massage and relaxation session today.”

“I am Peggy, and this is my daughter, Kylie,” I replied just as Kylie turned around from the counter.

“Oh yes, we have had the pleasure of Kylie here before,” Willow purred, smiling warmly at my daughter.

“If you are ready, please follow us to our executive ‘Tranquillity Room.’”

“Great,” I said, smiling warmly, “I’m really looking forward to this.”

“Please follow us this way,” Amber gestured as she started walking down a long corridor off to one side.

As we followed behind them, their dresses barely covered their bottom cheeks, and neither wore panties. It was hard not to stare at the pert, curvy backsides swaying gently from side to side. I looked at Kylie arching one eye in a ‘Is this normal?’ look, as I then glanced back at the bums performing their rhythmic dance. My daughter smiled and gave me one of her ‘Serene, what's the problem?’ looks.

Fuck, daughters can be so frustrating.

At the end of the corridor, Amber opened double, ornately gilded doors that led into a spacious room. A huge bed, about the size of two king-sized beds, was centred alluringly in the middle. Once our entourage was in the room, Amber addressed us.

“Please shower and change in the room to the right. There is a pink shower and a modesty towel for each of you. Take your time and enjoy the fragrant gels,” she purred in her posh voice.

Willow followed with, “When you're finished, please rest face down on the Tranquillity massage bed. We'll return shortly.”

There were soft, soothing sounds of cascading water and birds chirping filling the room. Flickering electric candles were the only lighting, bouncing off large, ornate gold mirrors mounted on the walls. The heavy scent of lavender and other calming fragrances lingered in the air. Incense sticks sitting on the sideboards smouldered all around the room.

I instantly began feeling more relaxed.

I was surprised, however, that we were sharing the change room. Oh well, it was spacious enough for two, having a large open shower on one side with double shower heads. We undressed, placing our garments into the closets provided, Kylie being much faster.

“Come on in, Mum.”

As she showered, I could not help but admire again how much she resembled me. Lathering myself, I turned and watched Kylie doing the same. Her beauty always took my breath away. As I thought about past holidays we had enjoyed together, I absent-mindedly watched Kylie’s hands spread creamy soap across her bum and then, turning her body, glide them around to her tight, flat tummy. Next, her hands swirled upwards, lifting her firm breasts as she soaped up and around them.

I was bursting with pride and about to tell her so when she started to sway her body seductively.

After a moment, I felt I was beginning to enjoy this way too much.

Grasping both nipples, now fully erect, she gently pulled them slowly outwards.

Teasingly adding as she did so, “Are you tempted, Mum?”

Looking up in alarm, I saw that she had been watching me.

“Of course not. Kylie, remember I said, ‘never again,’ and I meant it,” I admonished as I felt a hot flush spread across my face.

Bringing her up on my own had been hard, particularly when she was a teenager. Even now, as an adult, she pushed the boundaries of her sexuality and mine. Unfortunately, I was often caught up in her shenanigans. It was one such recent episode, I would much prefer to forget, that she now alluded to.

I had to admit, after Kylie had found out about my attraction to women first-hand and that I had had sex with my girlfriend during my college years, it was exhilarating to think I might try it again one day. It was something I had never sought over the intervening years, having always preferred men, but now…

“Do you remember what happened last time we shared a bathroom, Mum!”

I ignored her comment, as she was attempting to bait me.

“Turn around and I will do your back, don’t be a prude, Mum, it will save time,” she laughingly teased.

Kylie was clearly in the mood to reminisce, but I was not. I was, however, curious about where today’s massage was really going. Still, I found myself turning around for her.

I felt her soapy hands on my back, sliding soothingly around, spreading, swirling outwards towards my front. A little bit further around my sides with every cycle, before suddenly cradling my breasts and giving each nipple a series of gentle squeezes until they too stood as pert as hers.

Relaxed as I was from the hot water, this simple, unexpected act sent a pulse of pleasure surging through me, so intense was it that I had to stifle a moan. Slowly, I took her hands in mine, feeling them massaging me for a moment longer than I should have allowed, and pulled them gently away as I stepped out from the shower. Part of me, guiltily, didn’t want her to stop. I was now worried that my slowness to put an end to it might mistakenly be taken as encouragement.

Kylie was ahead of me in drying off, and as I turned towards her, deep in thought, about to put on my underwear, I found she was already waiting, totally naked.

“Mum, you don't need your bra and panties, nor your modesty towel! It's not the 90s anymore!” as she left.

No towel? What did that mean? I began to imagine what an all-over massage might involve.

I wasn't sure I was ready for that!

I reluctantly complied, not wanting to disappoint her or, worse, show my age. Entering the darkened massage room again, I now noticed there were mirror tiles on the ceiling as well.

Was this going to be something 'more' than she had led me to believe?

I hopped up next to Kylie, lying with my face down on folded arms a few feet away from her, not conversing. The lighting was so dim that I had trouble seeing Kylie’s features even though she was just beside me. The atmosphere, however, was perfect, and soon we felt like we were floating on heavenly clouds. My suspicions melted away before we even began the session.

On their return, the tanned duo hopped up beside each of us, placing pitchers of warm oil on plates upon the bed next to us.

Amber, my masseuse, asked in her purring husky voice, “Do you prefer a hard, firm or relaxing massage?”

Looking up at her kneeling before me to one side, I could see out of one eye her large, firm breasts jiggle, areolas and nipples showing through her thin dress. I watched her breasts, rising and falling as she breathed, mesmerised.

“Relaxing sounds great,” I replied, feeling that I was taking the wimp's way out.

Surprisingly, I heard Kylie chose the same when Willow enquired about her preference.

The massage bed rocked slightly as Amber and Willow moved closer, now kneeling beside our backs.

Soon, warm oil trickled down my back, pooling at the junction of my bum and lower back. Relaxing with the sensation it created, I felt myself melting into the soft bed, as my mind wandered. Strange, I thought, they seemed to look like us even more in the semi-dark, floated through my mind before losing all train of thought.

“You have lovely, smooth skin,” Amber purred softly as she spread the oil all over my back, with some spilling out over my round, white bum cheeks.

I was pulled back to the present by the need to reply.

“Thank you, Amber.”

Some of the oil tickled as it wound its way down over my labia, making me shiver.

Noticing, Amber asked, “Is the room warm enough?”

“It's perfect, I purred back, my inflection teasingly mimicking Amber’s.

Amber worked her magic around my neck, shoulders and back. Rubbing, smoothing, and pushing gently the muscles one way, and then the other.

“Was that Ok, Peggy?"

“That’s fine,” I dreamily replied. I could hear the other two talking, but they seemed miles away, my forehead resting on my arms, cocooned in a cloud of warm, fragrant air.

"Not too hard, I hope. If you like, I will start on your legs.”

Amber gently parted them and moved so she was kneeling between. More oil was applied, and each was given a similar treatment as before. I was almost asleep when I felt her hands follow the contours of my inner thighs upwards, and then she began massaging my bum cheeks. More warm oil was applied to each cheek and my crack. It was extremely arousing as it seeped in, wetting and lubricating my arse, making all my folds and creases slide fluidly as she continued with the soothing massage.

Guiltily, I felt my labia warming and swelling in response to this close attention. My inner voice said I should say stop, but my desire for this arousing pleasure to continue one out.

Had Kylie arranged this? No matter, I was, after all, enjoying it.

Amber worked my bum cheeks first one way, then the other, in circular motions, following my contours in firm strokes. Slowly, she lifted each leg, spreading each to one side a little bit more. She then began to include the folds between my legs and bum in her massage. I could feel the heat radiating from between my legs, embarrassed as thick, creamy emissions oozed from my flushed and engorged vulva.

Amber innocently asked in a low voice, “How does that feel?”

“Oh, fuck yes, just lovely,” I breathlessly whispered, which, to be honest with myself, was the truth.

My college girlfriend and I had experimented a little during college, so it was not totally unfamiliar to me, but it had been a long time since then. It was, however, far, far better than I remembered.

The bed moved as she adjusted her position between my legs and began running her fingers lightly up and down the inside of my now well-parted legs. Amber applied light pressure as she stroked my labia from my clit to my crack, paying extra attention to my prominent clit, feathering all around it and my hood, but not applying any direct pressure.

I could feel an orgasm steadily mounting, inner pressure building until a sea of warm bodily fluids and oil suddenly erupted from where Amber was caressing me.

“You like?” she queried pointlessly with my volcanic output now all over her hands.

A breathy, “Uh ha,” was all I could manage as my vagina and bum contracted in a spasm of pleasure.

As Amber continued, it was not long before my body was again desperately seeking more, my body arching upwards, slightly humping the bed with my mound.

Her fingers played faintly up and down my sensitive, puffy labia, slightly squeezing and parting them again. The warm, lubricating oil made it feel as if she were hardly touching me. She continued, up and down, it was so intensely arousing. Amber kept taking me repeatedly to the very edge before pulling me back from tipping over into oblivion.

I moaned into the bed involuntarily as she asked, “More?”

“Yes…yees,” I whispered embarrassingly, not really wishing her to hear me plead, but wanting desperately for her to continue.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard my daughter give a long, deep, contented groan.

I felt a towel drying my arse gently, then Amber parted my bum cheeks with her hands. I could feel her body and exposed breasts pressing lightly on my legs as she lay between them.

At some point, unnoticed by me, Amber must have completely disrobed!

Now she unexpectedly ran the very tip of her wet tongue around my puckered brown star, then downwards over my vagina, pushing her tongue partially into me, then up and around again. It was so unexpected that my eyes popped wide open, my head lifting as I gave an involuntary gasp.

However, I soon adjusted to this totally new and marvellous sensation. I wanted more, much more.

Her breath was hot against my bum as she continued to use her wicked tongue to flick and circle my forbidden zone.

Oh…yes, who would have thought this could feel so good? I moaned loudly to Amber my acceptance and deep appreciation.

An urgent, pent-up sexual urge raged once again inside me. I desperately craved something hard to fill my uterine void, to bring me to an inevitable, all-consuming peak I knew was just... just within my grasp. Fuck!

My heart was racing: my breathing was laboured. I couldn’t help myself as I raised my bum towards Amber's expert tongue repeatedly, seeking her, moaning loudly with each flick of her hot tongue.

“Oh, Shit,” I whispered, my body longing, quivering for release. I had never experienced this intensity with another woman before.

Amber applied more warm oil, then I felt Amber's breasts rubbing up and down my back, then dragging a swollen, hard nipple down my parted crack, then upwards again with the other ripe nipple.

It was exquisite; all my senses were alive; my body had become a sexual playground at Amber’s mercy. Another long, loud moan escaped me as waves of pleasure continued to reverberate throughout my body.

“Do you wish me to continue,...deeper?” she whispered breathlessly, all pretence of poshness now gone.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned immediately. Then more loudly, “YES,” widening my legs even further for her, completely lost, fixated on my sexual utopia.

Amber's hands gently parted my vagina, and first one finger, then another, slowly entered me. She massaged me softly both externally and internally now, effortlessly finding my firm internal mound that marked my special spot. Expertly, she played with me using soft ‘come hither’ strokes. My pert clit poking from under its naked hood rasped against the oily, wet bed, my pleasure bordering almost on agony.

I was lost in the moment and moaned, mouth wide open, into the bed, pushing up at times into her waiting fingers. I became aware that Amber was moaning too, trying to mask her pleasure by softly moaning in time with me.

Amber’s fingers lost their initial gentleness as she stroked with increased energy and urgency, her own needs, I sensed, quickly mounting.

“Arrh,…fuck,” I squealed as I wiggled beneath her, demanding even more, using my body to encourage her to touch my most sensitive areas more firmly.

“Harder, oh please....please, fuck I am so…oh…yes, there…more…I’m so close…Oh yes.”

Amber willingly complied.

“Yes, right there…more…more, keep doing that…Oh fuck, shit!” I quivered uncontrollably as ecstasy washed over me.

Amber was panting now. Or was it Willow? The sound of skin forcibly slapping together, accompanied by oily squelching sounds beside me, penetrated my existence.

I wanted to repay Amber’s attentions and invade her body and soul; in reality, my intentions were far more selfish. I tried to turn over just as two of the candle lights failed, making it even darker.

“I'd better unplug them,” she groaned. “Don’t turn over just yet,” she whispered as she left.

Amber was quick and returned almost immediately to take up her previous position on top of me, but with her bum at my head end. Something was different, but I was past caring, my mind overwhelmed with hot, mind-blowing desire.

She encouraged me with her hands to now turn over, and no sooner had I turned than she had her beautiful face buried deep between my legs.

She licked and sucked my engorged cum coated clit, running her tongue deep between my labia and sliding it into my more than eager vagina. I could feel her fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy, my juices running thick.

Unashamedly, I licked her and tasted her tangy emissions as my tongue flicked in and out of her love channel. She smelled amazing, driving me to bury my tongue as far up inside of her as I could.

Entering a primal pre-orgasmic state, I felt unbearable tension building, with heat exploding from my tight vagina, the urgent need for release climbing like a skyrocket, fast, unstoppable.

As I drove my tongue relentlessly deep into her horny crack, Amber stopped momentarily, shuddering violently as she climaxed, arse clenching, then gushing onto my face, before thrusting forward for more.

Pushing my fingers in deeper,...