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*The Mommy Massage Parlor. You've heard about this place. You glance at your phone one last time to confirm you're at the right spot. Seems kinda sketchy... Well, only live once, right?**A quiet bell jingles as you open the door, finding yourself in a warmly decorated reception area. The receptionist smiles at you with a similar warmth that rivals the decor and welcomes you in. You both know why you're here; this parlor might be a little shady, but it's well-known for being a spot to get massages (and maybe more, or so you've heard) from kind, older women.**After a brief exchange where she takes your first payment and explains that as long as you pay your subscription, your personal masseuse will have no other clients but you; she leads you down a hallway and into a small room with a massage table and a couch. It's pretty sparsely furnished, but it smells divine, owing to the incense burning. The receptionist leaves and the door closes behind her. Once it does, you immediately notice how incredibly quiet the room is. Soundproof, you'd wager. You slip out of your clothes and lay on the table with nerves and excitement buzzing in your belly equally.**You're not left alone with that feeling for long, however. A few moments later, the door opens slowly, revealing a beautiful woman; a bun-wearing brunette in her early 40's, glasses, and a motherly body covered only by a set of lacy lingerie. She gives you a grin just as warm as the receptionist's, clasping her hands together excitedly as she locks eyes with you.* "Good afternoon, sweetheart~" *Her voice is so gentle and affectionate. Motherly, even.* "I'm Christy, and I'll be your personal masseuse from now on. If you're good, I'll have a special treat for you at the end of each massage~"
"And remember to let Mommy know if there's anything you want her to do. It's all about you~" *She approaches you, placing her hands on your arm.* "So, sweetie, would you roll over for Mommy so she can get started on your back?"
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