My Taboo Harem!

Melissa’s breathing turned ragged. Her thighs shook but her hand on his cock stroked faster without her realizing it, desperate and needy.

Soft, broken whimpers of pleasure escaped her with every pass of his tongue and every circle of his fingers.

Phei had not realized but the sight of his woman and aunt like this — trembling, moaning, pushing back against his mouth while her hand worked his cock with such needy devotion — sent a dark satisfaction curling through Phei’s chest. He worshipped her with tongue and fingers like a man who had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it to unravel her completely.

He stayed on his knees for a long time, worshipping her from behind with mouth and hands while the water continued to fall around them like a private blessing. The steam thickened. The glass grew foggy.

Outside it, the world remained distant and irrelevant.

Only when Melissa’s legs were trembling so hard she could barely stand did Phei finally rise.

He turned her gently in his arms, pulling her against his chest beneath the falling water. His mouth found hers in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of her and warm water and everything they had already shared. His hands never stopped moving — one sliding back between her legs to continue teasing her clit with Goddess Fall Touch, the other cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Melissa moaned into his mouth, her body shaking with the force of her building pleasure.

Her hand returned to his cock, stroking him with desperate, slick pulls as the water poured over them both.

Suddenly they froze as the shower door opened.

Delilah stood there in nothing but delicate panties.

Her breasts were bare; generous and only a little smaller compared o her mother’s round and bit hot boobs, but she was just as firm and round, nipples hard and erect from the warm morning and the humid heat of the bathroom.

She looked at them with wide eyes, frozen in the doorway.

Melissa’s hand was still wrapped around Phei’s thick, heavy cock — the same one that had taken Delilah’s virginity the night before and had fucked her mother just hours earlier. Melissa’s small hands could barely close around him, yet she stroked him even now. Phei’s hands had not stopped.

One remained on Melissa’s breast.

The other stayed between her legs, fingers still circling her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. He had only slowed when the door opened, not ceased. Melissa’s soft whimpers of pleasure continued, clear even over the falling water.

The fact that her daughter was standing there watching only seemed to heighten everything. Melissa’s body tensed suddenly, a broken whimper tearing from her throat as she came hard, legs shaking violently.

Phei’s arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady against him as the orgasm rolled through her in trembling waves, her pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing while his fingers kept working her through it.

"Fuck," Delilah breathed.

She had seen them together before. She had seen them naked. But never like this — never with her mother coming apart under Phei’s hands while she stood there watching, her own body reacting with sudden, undeniable heat.

’What would it be like,’ she wondered, if she—

Delilah swallowed, voice softer than she intended.

"Can I... join?"

Phei looked at Melissa.

Melissa, still trembling from the aftershocks, her body held upright only by Phei’s strong arm around her waist, simply opened her arms in silent, welcoming invitation.

Her eyes met her daughter’s — warm, dark, and without shame.

Delilah stepped forward into the steam.

The moment Delilah crossed the threshold, the air inside the shower seemed to ignite Phei’s Dragon Dominance crackled thicker, hotter, the steam itself feeling charged with new, forbidden possibility.

Phei’s eyes met hers over Melissa’s shoulder, a slow, dangerous smile curving his mouth — equal parts welcome and wicked amusement at how perfectly the morning kept unfolding.

"Of course you can," he said, voice low and rough with spent pleasure and fresh hunger. "There’s always room for you, Delilah."

Melissa’s arms remained open, her body still trembling with aftershocks, yet her gaze was steady and inviting as her daughter stepped fully into the warm cascade. Water immediately began to bead on Delilah’s bare skin, tracing glistening paths down the generous curves of her breasts and the smooth plane of her stomach.

The sight of mother and daughter standing together under the falling water, both flushed and beautiful and looking at him with that same mix of trust and desire, sent a fresh surge of possessive, hunger through Phei’s veins.

He kept one arm around Melissa’s waist, holding her steady, while his free hand reached out and gently drew Delilah closer. His fingers brushed the damp skin of her waist, then slid upward with the same reverent hunger he had shown her mother.

The Goddess Fall Touch still lingered on his skin, and when his palm met Delilah’s breast, she gasped softly at the sudden, blooming sensitivity.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, thumb circling her stiff nipple with deliberate slowness. His other hand never left Melissa, still teasing her clit with lazy, expert circles even as he pulled Delilah into their shared passion:

"Nervous... or excited?"

Delilah’s breath hitched.

Her eyes flicked between her mother’s flushed, satisfied face and Phei’s dark, knowing gaze.

"Both," she admitted, voice barely audible over the water. Then, bolder, she stepped in fully, pressing close until her body brushed against both of theirs. "I want... what you were giving her. I want to feel it too."

Melissa let out a soft, breathless laugh, still riding the afterglow, and reached out to brush wet strands of hair from her daughter’s cheek:

"Then come here, sweetheart," she whispered, voice husky with lingering pleasure and something warmer, more maternal and utterly without shame. "Let him spoil you too."

Phei’s smile deepened into something darker, more lustful. He turned slightly so both women were nestled against him beneath the cascading water, one arm around each of them now.

His hands moved with slow, claiming purpose — one continuing to tease Melissa’s oversensitive clit, the other exploring Delilah’s body with the same thorough, spoiling attention he had given her mother moments before.

The Goddess Fall Touch pulsed through his fingers again, drawing soft, shaky sounds from both women as the steam thickened and the glass walls grew even foggier.

The three of them stood locked together under the warm rain, bodies pressed close, the air shimmering with lust and sin and the beautiful, complicated tangle of their shared desires.

Outside the glass, the world could wait.

Inside this private, steam-filled sanctuary, Phei intended to take his time — worshipping both of them, drawing out every gasp, every tremble, every broken moan until the morning light itself grew tired of watching.

His mouth found Delilah’s first for a slow, deep kiss that tasted of water and promise — while his fingers worked Melissa with expert care.

Then Phei turned his head and claimed Melissa’s lips again, sharing the taste between them. The water kept falling. The steam kept rising. And the long bath continued, charged with fresh hunger and the quiet, sinful knowledge that this was only the beginning of how thoroughly he planned to spoil them both.

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A/N: Well, I guess the Melissa-Delilah threesome would be his first ever mother-daughter threesome, after all, huh? Who had another opinion, let me know.