After a couple more rips alongside mom’s pussy lips, Susan tells mom to lower her legs, but keep them spread apart as she goes to work on her mound. Susan glances at my hard-on and smiles as she rolls the wax in neat strips across mom’s trimmed bush. It looks like she has cut the hair very close and she’s waxing in strips up and down mom’s mound. Mom winces with each rip of the waxing strip, but at least she isn’t crying out. When Susan has waxed completely across, she begins rolling the wax across mom’s mound the other way.
“What are you doing now?” I ask, watching her wax the same area she’s just completed.
“You have to do it both directions to make sure you get all the hair.” Susan explains. “Otherwise she’ll have stubbles.” There isn’t much noise as she rips the strip off this time. She must have gotten most of the hair the first time. I lie down next to mom and put my face next to hers, my hard cock pointing at Susan.
“You doing okay?” I ask her. “Are you sorry you agreed to this?”
“I’m doing better, now that the worst is over.” Mom says, turning her head to smile at me. “Your sister really knows what she’s doing. I just hope it looks good, after all of this!”
“Oh, it looks great!” Susan exclaims, maybe a little to exuberantly. “You’re going to love how it looks and feels.” Susan says, continuing to work on mom’s mound. She looks over my hard cock and frowns; she doesn’t seem comfortable with mom and I lying next to each other naked.
“There! All finished!” Susan cries, reaching for a bottle from the waxing kit. “This will help soothe it.” She tells mom, pouring some kind of oil on her hands. Starting with her mound, Susan massages the oil into mom’s enflamed skin.
“Mmmm.” Mom moans. “That feels very nice. I’ll give you an hour to stop that.” Mom laughs, lifting her legs and spreading them apart so Susan can rub the oil around her pussy. Susan is sliding her oily hands over mom’s ass and up alongside of her pussy lips, still dripping with mom’s juices.
“Susan, when you and Sherrie do this, do either of you get this aroused?” Mom asks. “Because I’m trying to imagine how embarrassing it would be to have this done at a spa.” Mom says, rocking her pussy against Susan’s oily hands.
“Well, um, uh.” Susan stammers, looking over at me. I just smile. “No, not really. I mean, you know, if someone is rubbing you with oily hands, you know, um, no, it’s…”
“It’s okay, sweetie.” Mom says. “I wasn’t trying to pry. I really just wondered if this reaction was normal.” Mom is smiling reassuringly at Susan.
“Yeah, well, pretty much, I guess.” Susan says, capping up the bottle of massage oil. “All done, see what you think.” Susan says, getting off the bed and putting the waxing kit on mom’s vanity. Mom reaches down and rubs her hand over her smooth mound and down around her pussy lips.
“Oooo.” Mom says. “Pretty sexy, huh?” Smiling at Susan and I, mom stands up and walks over to her full-length mirror. “Wow! Nothing hidden, is there?” Mom says, looking at her bare pussy lips hanging down between her legs. My cock is standing at attention as I imagine myself lapping up the juices from between those beautiful lips.
“You look great mom.” Susan says, backing out of the room. “I’ll just go wash the oil off my hands.” She says, quickly leaving the bedroom.
“Let me feel.” I whisper, hurrying over behind mom and reaching around her body, my hard cock bumping against her ass cheeks. “Does it still hurt?” I ask, running my hands over her smooth skin and slipping a finger between her soggy pussy lips.
“Mmmm.” Mom says, leaning back against me. “Not much. The only ache I have now, you can take care of later.” Mom sighs. “Why don’t you go make sure your sister is alright?” Mom says, pulling away from me. “I think she’s very aroused and very conflicted about her feelings right now.”
“Sure.” I tell mom. “I think you’re right. I’ll see what I can do.” Leaving mom’s room, I stop by mine and get the transmitter. Tuning in Susan’s frequency as I open her door, I push the button.
“Susan?” I say, entering her room. She’s just sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Yes.” She says in transmitter monotone style.
“How did you feel while you were waxing mom’s pussy?” I ask.
“It was very erotic.” She answers, flatly. “It was just like with me and Sherrie. I wanted to lean down and lick mom’s wet pussy so badly, but I knew it would be so wrong.”
“Susan, you will feel no guilt about your sexual attraction to mom. You will regard it as a natural expression of your love for her and be as comfortable with her as you are with Sherrie.” I hesitate, thinking of what else to say. “You will also regard mom’s sexual relationship with me as normal and willingly participate in a threesome with mom and me. You will…”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Susan asks, looking at me incredulously. Oh fuck! I look at the transmitter. It’s lost power. How could I not realize that the transmitter would need some kind of recharging?
“Your sexual relationship with mom?” Susan asks. “Are you telling me that you’re fucking mom?” Susan is looking at me with a shocked, wide-eyed expression on her face. “And what the fuck is that?” Susan asks pointing to the transmitter.
“Oh, um, just an old mp3 player a friend of mine gave me. I’m trying to get it to work.” I answer, lamely.
“You’re working on an mp3 player, while you tell me you’re fucking our mother and you want to fuck us together?” Susan asks, a disbelieving look on her face. She turns and looks at my naked body, shaking her head.
“You really are fucking mom?” Susan asks, her voice quieter. I sit down next to her on the bed, putting my arm around her. She’s still fully clothed and I’m still naked. My cock’s battery seems to have died with the transmitter’s demise.
“It just happened.” I tell her, wondering if she got any of the suggestion, before the transmitter died. “Mom is a very sexy woman.” I say, starting to explain, “Since dad left, she’s been really lonely, too.”
“She is very sexy.” Susan says. “I wouldn’t mind…” Susan nuzzles against me, absently running her fingers up and down my leg and across my flaccid cock. Lifting her hand to her face, she sniffs her fingers. “I can still smell her on my fingers.” She says, holding them under my nose. “I got so wet, Nick.”
“When you were waxing her?” I ask. Maybe some of the suggestion got through. “Didn’t you just want to dive in and eat her?” I ask.