Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Brett fumbles with her shoes, darting glances around the room. She slips them on, keys in hand, about to bolt when Georgia's voice stops her cold. Her stepdaughter leans in the doorway, arms crossed. "And just where do you think you're going?" Bring Your Daughter to Work Day, she reminds her. It's not optional. Brett sighs and drops the excuse. She sizes up Georgia's outfit. "You're not going out in that, are you?" Georgia smirks and offers to change, but they both know they'd be late. Brett gives in. They head out together. Inside the massage parlor, Georgia pokes at everything she passes. Brett snaps at her to sit down and stay put. First client is due any second. Georgia drops into the corner chair but keeps her eyes sharp, waiting. Jasmine walks in and Brett's face softens into a professional smile. The question comes quick: who's the girl in the corner? Brett explains the school project and glances nervously at her daughter. Jasmine shrugs and says it's fine. Georgia takes a slow look at Jasmine's body, lips twitching into a grin. Jasmine strips bare without hesitation. Brett grabs a towel and holds it up like a screen, shooting daggers at Georgia behind it. Jasmine lies facedown, completely at ease. Brett starts the massage, slow and firm, loosening Jasmine's shoulders, back, legs. Georgia leans forward, watching every move. Brett hesitates above Jasmine's ass, aware of her daughter's eyes. Jasmine says she doesn't mind, so the hands keep going. Georgia and Jasmine lock eyes. Georgia licks her bottom lip, slow and deliberate. Jasmine's mouth curves into an open invitation. Georgia drifts closer. Brett catches her and warns her with a glare, then turns back to Jasmine. When Brett's distracted, Georgia pulls out her phone and snaps a photo. Brett spins around, furious. Georgia says it's for the report. Jasmine laughs and tells them both she really doesn't care. Jasmine suggests Brett teach Georgia by letting her practice on her body. Brett resists until both women insist. She guides Georgia's hands across Jasmine's back, but Georgia moves lower and lower with obvious intent. Brett tries to correct her until Jasmine moans encouragement and Brett gives up. Brett watches Georgia slide two fingers into Jasmine's cunt. She panics, apologizing fast. Jasmine tells her it's wanted. Wants Brett too. A long kiss convinces Brett to stay. When Georgia leans in for a kiss, Brett jerks back in shock, then melts into it anyway. They tangle together on the table. Tongues, fingers, wet skin. Brett eats Jasmine while Georgia sits on her face. They trade places until Georgia pushes Brett onto her back and grinds her cunt against her stepmother's, rocking hard until Brett comes loud and shaking.