My Taboo Harem!

Delilah’s hand stroked him experimentally, guiding the thick head of his cock along her folds. The water made everything glide.

She rolled her hips again, and this time the head caught at her entrance, pressing just enough to stretch her slightly before sliding upward again to rub over her clit.

Melissa’s hands continued their gentle path — rinsing suds from Delilah’s stomach, then lower, almost absently brushing close to where Phei’s cock rested against her daughter.

The touch stayed light, almost innocent in its care, even as the three of them moved together in the steam.

Phei kissed Delilah’s neck again, then lower, sucking a mark just above her collarbone while his fingers on her clit circled faster. Delilah’s moans grew louder, more broken. Her hand on his cock tightened, stroking him with shaky but eager rhythm as her hips kept rolling, seeking more of that thick pressure against her pussy.

The water poured over them. Steam curled thick and glowing.

Melissa’s body stayed pressed behind her daughter — breasts soft and full against Delilah’s back, crotch warm just above her ass — while her hands moved with that same gentle, rinsing care. Phei’s mouth and hands remained hungry on Delilah’s front, his cock heavy and insistent between her legs, her small hand barely able to contain him.

Delilah’s head fell back against Melissa’s shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, trembling hands still stroking Phei’s cock as pleasure built in sharp, addictive waves under his Goddess Fall Touch.

Every roll of her hips dragged her slick pussy along his length. Every press of Melissa’s breasts against her back sent fresh shivers down her spine.

Phei’s eyes met Melissa’s again over Delilah’s head.

Something dark and knowing passed between them:

Then he bent lower still, mouth finding Delilah’s breast once more, sucking harder while his fingers worked her clit and his cock throbbed hotly against her entrance.

The three of them moved together under the falling water — slow at first, then with growing hunger. Delilah’s moans filled the steamy space. Melissa’s gentle hands never stopped their careful path over her daughter’s skin. Phei’s restraint frayed further with every passing second, his body pressed tight against Delilah’s front while Melissa held her from behind.

Every touch, every shared moan; mother, daughter, and the man who now held them both in the warm, private world they had carved inside the steam, only fed Phei’s growing hunger.

Phei’s control finally snapped in the most deliberate way.

He lifted Delilah slightly, one strong arm beneath her thigh, opening her to him while Melissa’s body stayed pressed close behind her daughter like a living cradle of warmth and support. The swollen head of his cock, slick with water and Delilah’s own juice, pressed firmly against her entrance.

With a slow, controlled roll of his hips, he began to push inside her pussy he’d just claimed yesterday; once more to fuck her while her mother and his aunt supported and watched from behind.

Delilah’s breath caught on a sharp, broken moan as the thick length stretched her.

Even with the water and her slickness easing the way, the stretch was intense — a burning, perfect fullness that made her walls flutter around him. The Goddess Fall Touch still pulsed through his skin, turning every inch he sank into her into liquid fire.

Her hand on his cock had fallen away; now both her hands clutched at his shoulders as he filled her, inch by deliberate inch of his huge cock.

"That’s it," Phei murmured against her ear, voice rough with dark lust and something almost tender. "Take me, Delilah. Just like that."

A low, rough chuckle escaped him, laced with wicked amusement. "You feel even tighter than last night. Fuck... you’re gripping me like you never want to let go."

Melissa’s arms came around both of them from behind, one hand resting over Phei’s where it gripped Delilah’s thigh, the other sliding up to cup her daughter’s breast with the same gentle care she had shown while washing her.

Her lips brushed Delilah’s temple, voice soft and warm even as the heat between them burned hotter:

"Breathe, sweetheart. Let our man in. Let him spoil you."

Our man! Delilah’s eyes went wide from such a simple word. Their man...

Phei sank the rest of the way inside with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Delilah cried out, the sound half moan, half whimper, her body trembling violently between them. The fullness was overwhelming — thick, hot, and perfect. Her inner walls clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, the Goddess Fall Touch making every tiny movement feel magnified a hundredfold.

He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

Then he began to move — slow, deep hard strokes that dragged veined inch of his cock along her sensitive walls before pushing back in. Each thrust rocked Delilah back against Melissa’s soft breasts and warm body.

The wet, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin mixed with the hiss of the shower and Delilah’s broken moans.

Melissa stayed pressed close, her body moving with them, her hands continuing their gentle, soothing path over Delilah’s skin even as her own breath grew heavier. She kissed the side of her daughter’s neck, then reached between them to find Delilah’s clit, circling it with slow, knowing fingers that carried the lingering echo of Goddess Fall Touch.

The three of them moved together in perfect, sinful rhythm beneath the falling water.

Phei’s thrusts grew deeper, more possessive, each one drawing a fresh cry from Delilah’s throat. Melissa held her daughter steady from behind, her touch both motherly and charged with quiet hunger.

The steam thickened around them until the glass walls were completely fogged, sealing them inside their own private world of heat, water, and shared pleasure.

Phei’s dark eyes met Melissa’s over Delilah’s shoulder again:

That same knowing, lust-dark look passed between them — a silent understanding that this morning had become something far more than either of them had planned, and neither of them wanted it to end.

Delilah’s moans grew higher, more desperate. Her body tightened around Phei’s cock in rhythmic pulses, her thighs shaking as another orgasm built fast and sharp under the combined assault of his thrusts and Melissa’s fingers on her clit.

Phei’s pace quickened, hips snapping forward with controlled power, the thick length of him dragging against every sensitive spot inside her with relentless precision.

"Come for us," he growled against her ear, voice thick with lust and dark satisfaction. "Let us feel it."

Delilah shattered with a broken cry, her pussy clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through her. Her whole body shook between them, inner walls fluttering and squeezing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

Phei groaned low and rough, thrusting through her climax, drawing it out until she was limp and trembling in their arms.

Only then did he allow himself to follow.

With a few final, deep strokes he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside her. The sensation drew another soft, helpless moan from Delilah as she felt every throb of his release.

For a long moment they stayed locked together beneath the falling water — Phei still buried deep inside Delilah, Melissa pressed close behind her daughter, all three of them breathing hard in the thick, glowing steam.

The shower continued to pour over them, rinsing away sweat and soap and the evidence of their pleasure, yet the air still shimmered with the afterglow of what they had just shared.

Phei finally lifted his head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Delilah’s lips, then turning to claim Melissa’s mouth over her daughter’s shoulder.

His voice, when he spoke, was rough with spent pleasure and fresh, possessive warmth.

"Best morning I’ve had in a very long time," he murmured, dark amusement threading through the words. "And we’re not even done spoiling you both yet."

The water kept falling.

The steam kept rising.

And the three of them remained wrapped together in the warm, private world they had carved inside the glass — mother, daughter, and the man who now held them both, bodies still joined, hearts still racing, the long bath far from over.