Less than a minute into the massage the man suggested that the woman removed her bikini top as the straps would be in the way as he moved down to massage her back. The woman complied, with the camera getting a lingering shot of her ample breasts as she removed her top, before she moved her hands to cover her modesty and lay back down on her front.
“Okay, I’ve seen enough,” said Jon. “We should go.”
“What, why?”
“This is clearly a porn film, Emma, I don’t want you to see this.”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Dad. I’m nineteen, not twelve. I’ve seen porn before.”
“We’re father and daughter, it’s not appropriate for us to be watching this together.”
“Dad it’s fine, it’s just porn. For the amount we’re getting paid I was expecting a lot worse. And as porn films go this one doesn’t even look that bad. Come on, just suck it up and in less than an hour we’ll be out of here.”
“You really want that €200, huh?”
“Enough that I’ll sit here feeling awkward and uncomfortable for a bit. It’s more than I make doing a whole weekend of shifts waiting tables and it would be nice to have a bit more spending money while we’re out here.”
“Alright,” Jon sighed, “I guess we can stay.”
At this point the man in the video had moved far enough down the young woman’s back to request that she removed her bikini bottoms. She lifted her stomach and let the man slowly slide them down her toned legs, the camera looking straight down her calves as he removed the thin piece of fabric to focus in on her newly exposed nether regions. The man massaged her ass cheeks and the insides of her thighs, his hands allowing a better view for the camera each time he spread her thigh muscles outwards.
Jon shifted uncomfortably. He could feel his dick starting to stiffen, and he felt annoyed that it was apparently very engaged with the activities happening on the screen and completely oblivious to his daughter sitting next to him. He suddenly became conscious of how warm the room they were sitting in was. He took off his fleece, placing it on his lap to conveniently cover the growing bulge in his trousers.
The masseur in the video had finished his first pass down the blonde lying on the table and was now asking her to turn over so that he could massage her front, handing her an almost comically small white towel which just about covered her substantial chest and reached down her stomach to barely cover her pussy. He began massaging around her collarbone, his palms pressing into the top of her cleavage.
Emma was starting to feel the warmth of the room as well. She took her jacket off before leaning forward and pouring herself a glass of iced water from the jug. She sipped it, the cool liquid helping to relieve her slightly along with the chill from the glass on her hands. It had a slightly strange taste to it, not a distinctive flavour that she could pick out, but it definitely wasn’t typical bottled water. Maybe that was just how the tap water tasted here.
Jon followed suit and poured himself a glass. On-screen, the man had moved down the woman’s chest. Initially she’d put up some resistance as he tried to shift the towel down off her chest, before relenting and allowing the man to start fully massaging her breasts. The towel dropped completely to the floor as her back arched in pleasure, her sultry moans filling the room around Jon and Emma as the man lightly pinched her nipples and his palms kneaded her chest.
The masseur briefly stopped the massage to lower the waistband of his shorts, releasing his large cock and offering towards the woman’s face. She reached out with one hand and guided it into her mouth, pulling herself over towards him and moaning as one of his hands now moved down her stomach and started to caress between her legs.
“This is so unrealistic,” said Jon, “a man my age would never be able to pick up a teenager like that so easily. I mean obviously this is fiction, but they could at least make it believable.”
“I dunno, Dad, I think you’d be surprised.”
“What do you mean?”
“It happens pretty often I’d say. A lot of girls like an older man.”
“They like it?”
“There’s a girl I work with, Cassandra, she’s dating a guy in his forties. All he did was flirt with her for a couple of nights while she was working behind the bar and she gave him her number.”
“Because she’s into older guys?”
“At first I thought she was just going out with him because he’s got money and takes her out on expensive dates, but she says it’s not about that. She says he’s really interesting to talk to, and… well, she talks a lot about how he’s way better in the bedroom than guys our age.”
“Way better?”
“She says every night she’s spent with him she’s climaxed at least three times, while with guys at college she’s lucky if she gets close to once. That an older man is more concerned that the girl he’s with is having a good time and he knows how to make sure she does. Most college guys just care about scoring.”
“That makes sense, I guess…” Jon didn’t really know how to react. He’d always assumed the middle-aged man getting it on with some young bimbo was just a trope in porn to appeal to the fantasies of a male audience. On-screen the man pulled the woman towards him so that her bottom was on the end of the massage table, lifted her legs up to his shoulders and started to slowly push his cock inside her. Jon awkwardly readjusted his pants as he was now near enough fully erect. He finished his glass of water.
Emma wasn’t immune to the actions on-screen either as the room filled with the mixed sounds of bodies slapping together and the loud moans of the blonde woman – acting or not it seemed like she was enjoying it. With her jacket on her lap as cover, Emma slowly slid her hand under the waistband of her jeans and underwear and felt how wet she was. She offered herself a few gentle rubs over her clit before stopping, worried that she’d give herself away if she continued any further. She glanced up at her father, who was staring at the energetic fucking taking place on the screen.
“See this isn’t that bad, Dad” she said, feeling very conscious that her fingertips were still directly in contact with her labia as she spoke. He turned to look at her.
“I guess not, but it’s still pretty weird to be watching this together, isn’t it? And it’s so warm in here…”
“Yeah, the water helps a bit but it’s still really hot in here.” Her hand couldn’t resist a few more slow circles over her mound, as she held her dad’s gaze to confirm he wasn’t looking down at where her hand was. She felt a nervous excitement at secretly touching herself while sitting so close to him.
After switching through a couple of different positions on the massage table, the video on the screen reached its inevitable climax, with the woman reaching a squealing orgasm just in time for the man to pull out and shoot thick ropes of cum over her breasts and face.
“Well, we’re halfway I guess,” Jon laughed nervously. He was genuinely happy to be halfway through but also wasn’t happy about still having nearly half an hour left to sit there with a throbbing erection he could do absolutely nothing about.
The screen went black for a few seconds before starting the next video. The video started setting the scene with a young man and woman talking and establishing that they were brother and sister.
“Ah OK, first they have a porn video with actors that match our age gap, and now they’re showing us an incest flick,” Jon said scornfully.
“Obviously they’re not actually brother and sister, Dad,” said Emma. “It’s just a fantasy.”
“I know… I just… I suppose I just don’t get why people get off on this sort of thing.” Jon sighed.
“I dunno… I guess people just like the forbidden side of it? That people who aren’t supposed to do that sort of thing together still end up doing it.”
“Do you ever watch this sort of stuff?” Jon asked
“No, of course not” replied Emma. That wasn’t strictly true, there had been at least a couple of times watching porn that she’d stumbled onto those sorts of videos, maybe even a couple of times she’d liked the actors and the setup enough to get off to it. But she didn’t routinely seek it out. Being an only child and growing up with just one parent she’d never really felt part of a big family, in some ways that meant that the whole incest angle neither bothered her nor drew her in.
Jon poured himself another glass of water as he could feel the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. He felt the heat in the room had to be intentional, even now in just jeans and a t-shirt he felt way too hot. On the screen, the siblings had decided to settle an argument over who was stronger by wrestling each other, the two making half-hearted attempts to pin each other down whilst rolling around on the floor and groping each other.
“I’m going to assume they’ll be a bit more convincing once it gets to the sex than they are at trying to wrestle,” snorted Emma. Jon smiled, and wondered if maybe he should just relax and try and be a bit less uptight about the whole thing. Emma was clearly a lot less fazed about it all than he was, maybe he just needed to loosen up a little and stop being so protective.
“Can I take my top off?” asked Emma. “I’ve got a bra on underneath. It’s just so damn hot in here…”
“Sure, I guess,” replied Jon. “If it makes you more comfortable.” Emma put her hands on the lower hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion, revealing a plain black bra underneath.
“That feels a bit better,” she said, repositioning the straps on her bra. Jon resisted the urge to glance across at his daughter’s pale cleavage on display next to him. On the screen both characters were also removing various items of clothing, announcing that their tops and trousers were restricting their wrestling techniques too much, and stripping down to their underwear. The woman’s breasts threatened to burst out of the lacy bra she was wearing, as her role-playing brother removed his jeans to reveal a sizeable bulge in his boxer shorts.
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