Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (16) Massaging Ego’s

(Part 01)

Karen Young was struggling to find the perfect present for her widowed mother’s fiftieth birthday when her friend recommended an all-inclusive spa break at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
It sounded like a pretty good idea so she thought she would give it some further investigation.
But then another friend suggested the Pangmere Spa which had of course been transformed into the House of Fun.
Karen thought that might be a far better option because she had been trying to get her mum back in the saddle for more than two years without success.
So she thought that maybe exposing her to the lustful atmosphere of Yvonne Makin’s establishment might relight the fire in her loins.

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

All though she didn’t know it Karen wasn’t wrong when she thought exposure to all the sin might relight her mother’s passions.
Yvonne Makin herself was a couple of years older and she could certainly testify as the effect the place has on a mature woman.
When she was running the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere with her husband Clive, she wasn’t getting very much and in all honesty wasn’t looking for any and that was because as much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered since, very accomplished in bed.
But since she made the transition from masseur to madam she couldn’t get enough and she was getting plenty.
And when she wasn’t doing it she was thinking about doing it especially as she patrolled the corridors of her domain in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought of a good shag, thoughts of the last cock or of the next one.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy and her salacious thoughts almost always resulted in her rubbing herself off in the darkness of the voyeur rooms, it always made her smile when she emerged from the darkness and she thought about how often she did it.
At the age of 52 she masturbated more often than she did when she was a teenage girl, almost permanently in heat.

(Part 02)

There was a second reason why Karen thought the House of Fun was a good option and that was that she knew her mum would never have gone to a place like the Dancingdean Spa Hotel on her own.
In fact her mum would have insisted that Karen went along with her, so they could spend some quality time together doing girls stuff.
Well that wasn’t the kind of thing Karen had in mind for her time off, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.
Julie’s daughter Karen wasn’t the rest and relaxation, detox kind of girl.
She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.
So it would have been with some trepidation that she would have agreed to accompany her mum.
However they weren’t going to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel they were going to Yvonne Maskin’s House of Fun and that was much more up Karen’s street.

In order to get the best possible deal she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a teacher after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.
Pale skinned, mousy blonde, Karen was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother Julie was just an older version of her daughter.
When they arrived Karen was in the very best of spirit’s, she hadn’t been able to sleep the night before because she kept have dirty dreams.
To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother, so once she got her mum fixed up she could sort herself out, cock wise.
Because as much as she loved her mum she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in but she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth, it was Julies birthday treat after all, she just hoped there would be a treat for her too along the way.

They were greeted in reception by a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair, her plainness was accentuated by the three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she wore black, like a witch and the last thing was that she didn’t smile much but when she did it was dazzling and completely disarming.
She also ogled both women quite unashamedly and showed no signs of stopping and probably wouldn’t have had she not had to excuse herself to answer the phone.

She was replaced almost immediately by a very attractive specimen of a man and Karen’s spirits rose.
He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter and so, naturally Karen marked him down as gay.
“Good morning ladies” he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
“Good morning” they replied in unison
“We have a booking in the name of Young” Karen said
“Ah the “Young” sisters” he said

(Part 03)

“Good morning ladies” the very attractive specimen of a man said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
“Good morning” they replied in unison
“We have a booking in the name of Young” Karen said
“Ah the “Young” sisters” he said
“You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy” Mrs Young said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
“You're not sisters?” he asked feigning surprise
“Mother and daughter” Julie said
“And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
“You are so cheeky” she said and blushed
Karen didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.
When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Karen caught him at the back of them doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
“When you are settled into your room someone will give you a tour of the facilities” he said “Could I suggest you meet them on the sun terrace in 30 minutes?”
“That will be fine” Karen said
“Will you be our guide?” Julie asked hopefully
“Alas no madam” he said “Your guide will be Emily Riley”
“What a shame” they said in unison
“Now of course with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows on such a hot day” He said.
Karen smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.
According to his name badge his name was Jean-Claude and he was very handsome and she thought things might well be looking up.
“You can check my skin anytime” Karen said
“I’ll bare that in mind” he said

“You’re a terrible flirt Karen” Julie said
“You’re not bad yourself” she retorted
“Nonsense I was just being friendly” Julie said “But you were definitely flirting”
“I know” she confessed, “although I don’t see it as flirting so much as advertising”
“You are an absolute shocker” Julie said and giggled

They went upstairs to their rooms, Karen decided on individual rooms rather than a suite because she was hoping very much to get lucky.
After quickly depositing their bags they headed back downstairs to meet Emily Riley for the tour.

Emily Riley was a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and an angelic countenance and over the next hour she made sure they got to see all the facilities and got a look at the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.
While Julie was admiring the pool Karen asked
“Where’s the dirty stuff?”
“I’m sorry?” Emily said
“This is all very lovely but where does the fun happen?” Karen whispered
“Oh I’m sorry” she said “as you’re Mother and Daughter or Daughter and Mother, Jean-Claude suggested the sanitised tour”
“Oh I understand”
“So would you like to see the “dirty stuff”?” she asked
“God yes” Karen exclaimed “And I want to see the look on her face when she sees it”

(Part 04)

“It’s very nice here isn’t it” Julie said as they walked through the marbled splendour of the sauna and massage suite.
“Yes its lovely” Karen agreed and then Emily led them though a set of louvered doors and into a different world.
The first sight to behold was a middle-aged man wearing studded leather and he was being taken for a walk on a lead attached to a collar around his neck.
Julie opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again because the corridor was full of unusually dressed people, so she imagined it must be a convention of some kind.
Karen watched her and was a little disappointed that there wasn’t more of a reaction.
“Let’s go in one of the viewing rooms” Emily suggested “Callum McDonnell is just about to do his thing”
The two women nodded their agreement and they followed Emily and sat down in voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene on the other side of the glass and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be, he stripped off.
“Oh my good God” Karen exclaimed “That’s absolutely huge”
The man they were watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Neither Karen nor Julie noticed his hands, they couldn’t take their eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young redheaded woman, around Karen’s age, entered the room dressed as a nurse.
Callum then bent the girl over his knees, pulled her navy blue tights and knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet ginger haired crack.
As a result Karen was getting really hot and wet and Julie was herself getting uncomfortably horny.
Emily glanced at the two women and smiled because she knew that they hadn’t seen anything yet.
Because when the girl rose from his lap they could see that the nurse wasn’t the only thing that had risen.
The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and the nurse quickly enveloped it with her ginger pussy.
Which was when Julie could take no more and got up and rushed for the door.
“Are you all right?” Karen asked as she followed her
“What kind of a place have you brought me to?” Julie asked
“I’m sure it’s not all like that” she said
“Let’s go and have a massage”
“I’m going to my room” Julie snapped, and when she got to her room she planned on massaging her minge until her toes curled.
She hadn’t been so turned on for years and she couldn’t get the image of Callum’s huge cock out of her head, she had never seen one so large and she found herself envying the ginger nurse.
Julie Young was a Doctor and she’d seen her fair share of men’s cocks, big ones, small ones, white, black, brown, fat, thin, circumcised and tattooed but she had never seen a cock like Callum’s.

(Part 05)

After her mum had gone off, Karen assumed that she had upset her, but the truth of the matter was that she was embarrassed not by what she saw but by what seeing it did to her, no daughter should have to witness her mother wetting her knickers.
She watched her mum walk away and then went back in the voyeur room to see the end of the show and by the time the nurse had removed her ginger quim from Callum’s cock Karen was tenser than before she and her mum arrived and no amount of relaxing activities were going to alter that situation because Callum’s huge cock had left her as horny as hell.

She should perhaps have gone to check on her mum at that point but she thought she should leave it for an hour, she did seem rather upset so Karen went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension before apologising to Julie.
After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before lunch.
While she was swimming Karen noticed she was not alone, and wondered what it was that brought another soul to the pool.
She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.
“Did you enjoy your swim?” Jean-Claude said as he exited the pool.
“Yes” she replied “It was very relaxing”
“Really?” he said
“So have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully thinking he must have finished if he had time to swim.
“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”
“Clients for what?” Karen asked
“Massage” he replied
“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.
“Ok” he agreed

He led her into his room and said
“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”
Karen let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor, then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples, clearly aroused.
Karen completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
But Jean-Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful brown triangle.
Eventually Karen climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Jean-Claude had prepared.
He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure
“This is what I call a relaxation massage” he said
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.
“What’s that called?” she asked
“Tension release” Jean-Claude replied and then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and then slid his thumbs downward
“Oh God” Karen gasped “What’s that called”

(Part 06)

He kneaded her plump little buttocks and then slid his thumbs downward
“Oh God” Karen gasped “What’s that called”
“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped again.
“Ooooh I know what that’s called” she moaned
He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Karen responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.
Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch and she was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.
Finally Jean-Claude grasped her hips firmly and said
“And this is called splitting the cicada”
And he penetrated her.
“Oh yes” she said “That’s just what I wanted”
It was a slow measured fuck gentle and sensual which ended in a mutually satisfying orgasm.

When they had finished he climbed off her
“That was bloody marvelous” Karen panted
“You should advertise that on the website”
“No” Jean-Claude said “that I reserve only for my special clients”
“In that case” Karen said rolling onto her back
“You’d better show me some more of your special treatment”
“Later” he said “I have to work now, but I assure you I will give you more later”

After they separated Julie went back to her room and quickly got down to scratching her itch and although she proficiently brought herself to climax when she left the room again she had the nagging ache of unfinished business in her loins.
However she decided she should go in search of her daughter and maybe get a closer look at that monster cock.
But when she reached the top of the stairs she saw something that added even more moisture to her already lathery lips.
It was Jeremy Roberts, he was triage nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital, ten years her junior, recently divorced, drop dead gorgeous and a definite contender as the donor of the first cock inside her for two years.
“Oh Goody, just what the Doctor ordered” Julie whispered, “I’m so horny”
“Jeremy” she said
“Oh Doctor Young, what a surprise” he responded “I wasn’t expecting to see you here”
Jeremy really wasn’t expecting to see her or anyone else he knew for that matter, least of all a woman that terrified him and turned him on in equal measure.
“No need for formality, Jeremy just call me Julie” she said and took hold of his arm “Lets discuss it over a drink”
“Well um” he protested
“Good man” she interrupted “This way Jeremy”
And then she frogmarched him to the door of her room and as she swiped the key card the simmering fire in her loins was reaching boiling point.
“Here we are” she said and virtually dragged him into the room.
“Make yourself comfortable” she said and went to the bathroom.

(Part 07)

When she emerged from the bathroom she was as good as naked.
Most of her clothes were strewn about the bathroom floor the only thing she still had on was a cardigan which was not quite long enough to conceal her bush.
Her breasts were just about covered and her erect nipples and a single button appeared to be the only things holding the garment in place.
“Sorry to keep you” she said closing the distance between them
“Oh Doctor” he said eyeing her up and down “I wasn’t expecting this”
“Never mind let’s get started on your medical, let’s start with your blood pressure” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his old chap out from the confines of his pants.
“Are you sure that you’re a proper doctor?” he said, “I don’t think that’s the way to check blood pressure”
“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”
“Whatever you say doc” he answered and kissed her as all the while she was slowly manoeuvring him backwards.
He couldn’t go fast, firstly he was going backwards and secondly with his trousers at half-mast he could only shuffle like a penguin.
Jeremy kept going backwards until he felt something pressing against his calves and then Julie let go of his cock and pushed him sharply backwards.
To his great relief he landed on the sofa and Julie was instantly astride him.
“Now we need to increase your heart rate,” she said in a very lascivious way and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him.
His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.
“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks while she rose and fell on his shaft.
They kissed briefly and she snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo and when they stopped kissing Julie tongued his ear and he could feel her breath on his skin and heard her coarse rasping breaths as she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him.
Julie had him pinned down and her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck as she expertly rode him.
Jeremy released his grip on her fleshy cheeks and instead sought out her plump little tits and as he squeezed her breasts and toyed with her teats, her moans were growing louder as she raced towards orgasm.
As they reached the summit, she was tiring and he had to reluctantly abandon her titties and regain his previous hold on her arse in order to steady the ship as she drove on.
Through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and then with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and Jeremy came seconds’ later empting his aching sack into her.
They stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, panting hard.
“I think” she panted, “You’re in pretty good shape”
“I’m glad to hear it” he said and then Julie laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused his cock to twitch.
“Hmmm” they murmured

(Part 08)

When Karen left Jean-Claude she was feeling very pleased with herself after the shag but very guilty about her mum, so she went straight upstairs.
Her first port of call was her room to change her knickers which she had leaked onto almost the moment she put them on.

With clean knickers on she walked to the adjoining door and opened it so she could talk to her mum but she was stopped in her tracks when she saw her mum was kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on to the bedpost with both hands.
And she giggled as a man, that she didn’t recognise, walked up behind her and slipped his cock effortlessly into her mother.
Julie exhaled a low animal grunt as he went into her and Karen found it was compelling viewing.

His hands were grasping her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed post and she pushed down onto him as she grunted ever louder with each successive penetration.
So with the length of stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal until her mum’s whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and the unknown man grunted behind her and then as the pair collapsed onto the bed to lie in a panting heap Karen slipped back into her own room.
“Now it’s my turn” she said after having changed her outfit.

“Bonjour” she called as she walked into the cubicle
“Hi Karen” he responded, “Are you looking for me?”
“Yes I am”
“Do you have time for another treatment?” he asked
“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then she kissed him
“Where would you like it?” he asked between kisses
“Here will suffice” she replied, “I don’t want to wait any longer than necessary” as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his trousers and she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long she was tugging on his cock.
After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over resting her elbows on the massage table and wiggled her round arse at him.
As she was clearly ready he shuffled up behind her like a horny penguin and began tugging her dress up over her arse, which was naked.
“Where are your knickers?” Jean-Claude asked
“In my pocket” she replied
“D’accord” he responded and undid the zip of her dress and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock.
But every time she was about to engulf him he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.
He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans were like encores.
So he pounded on her harder and faster.
The applause grew, Her vocalizing grew, The electric pace grew, and wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like a baying wolf calling, they both came and there she was spent and disgraced, bent over his massage table with his twitching cock inside her.
“I’m so glad we didn’t go to the Dancingdean Spa” she thought to herself and smiled.