Chapter 112: Healing Hands*

In the study turned healing room, the midnight breeze seeped in and brought a cooling sensation over Vincent’s oiled back.

Two pairs of hands were moving on him with one on his back and the other on his legs.

Vincent was in his most relaxed and comfortable state. The warm candlelight ambience coupled with two absolute beauties massaging him…

Just what more could a man ask for?

“Mm…” Vincent let out a satisfied groan.

“Turn around, my dear.”

Vivienne’s soft voice entered his ear and he instinctively turned.

The towel covering him shifted, exposing his semi-erect shaft to Vivienne and Linda both.

Vincent was too relaxed to care while the two ladies weren’t bothered by it either.

Linda quietly adjusted the towel and got back to massaging his legs.

Vivienne’s hands moved on his chest and quietly healed him physically while getting a deeper understanding of the mess his cultivation had become.

A few moments later, Vincent felt a pair of hands on his thighs.

He opened his eyes slightly to see what was happening, but ended up getting a look at two heavy mountains threatening to crush his face.

Vivienne was in her thin nightgown as she massaged Vincent. She had changed before starting so as to not get oil stains on her gown.

Although her reasoning was valid, she failed to predict the effect this would have on a healthy young man.

The room was sufficiently bright and Vincent could see through the fabric.

A pair of pink pearls dangled above him. If Vivienne lowered just a bit further, he could catch one of them.

The sight distracted Vincent, but he wasn’t the only one feeling so.

A tent raised the towel and caught Vivienne and Linda’s attention.

Linda glanced at her Madam, wondering what she should do next. Her hands didn’t stop at the minor trouble though.

Vivienne’s eyes gently lowered, gesturing that there was no need to worry.

Words weren’t spoken but Linda knew she was supposed to go with the flow.

She continued to massage her young master’s inner thighs and awaited further instructions.

Back to Vincent’s side, he was unable to catch the pearls he desired.

If it wouldn’t come to him on its own then…

Vincent raised his hands and grabbed the soft milkers over the gown.

Vivienne briefly glanced at him but didn’t say anything.

Vincent pulled the nightgown down to free the caged bunnies and watched them hop wildly.

He caught them before they ran away, and holding one properly, he devoured it.

Vivienne felt a bolt of pleasure course through her body as Vincent sucked on her breast.

Her nipples were sensitive, and the wet sensation from Vincent’s tongue distracted her from massaging him.

Though, she was a proud lady and the massage wasn’t over yet. She hadn’t diagnosed his problems completely, and thus continued to massage him.

Linda watched the scene before her and wondered whether she should leave, but then realized she couldn’t.

She was healing her young master and it wasn’t over yet. Her Madam had also not dismissed her so she couldn’t just leave.

Linda’s hands continued to be professional whereas Vincent’s were the exact opposite.

After half a minute, Vincent was satisfied with the taste of both the milkers.

He wondered if he could let loose right now. He might get scolded if he crossed some boundary he wasn’t supposed to, but the risk felt worth it.

He didn’t know why, but he really was quite relaxed and felt no embarrassment moving around or wanting to do what he wished.

Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the mood, maybe the candles…

Whatever it may be, Vincent was just glad to have it.

At this moment, Vivienne changed her position.

She went to the side and Vincent could see her tits out in the open while near his legs, Linda was continuing the massage without looking up, as if she was oblivious to it.

Vincent glanced at his mother.

She glanced back at him.

Vincent maintained eye contact and moved his hand on her lower back, then slowly under her nightgown.

She really didn’t say anything, making Vincent become bolder.

His hand was now on her smooth behind. He moved it between her legs and felt a softness and texture like silk’s. No, it was even better than silk as it was warm and wet.

The sensation on his fingers made his arousal peak, and his shaft to twitch violently.

The towel could not hold on anymore and shifted, revealing his proudly standing manhood to the two ladies.

Vincent glanced at the two and noticed his mother was still busy massaging his abdomen whereas Linda…

She held the towel and was maybe going to cover him again.

Linda folded the towel and placed it aside.

‘What?’

She began massaging his thighs and began moving up, making Vincent’s shaft twitch again in anticipation.

The thing that Vincent thought was about to happen next… was it really going to happen?

Linda did not move her gaze up and was focused on the massage.

Her healing hands soon reached the place Vincent was hoping they would.

Her palm professionally wrapped around Vincent’s long and thick shaft, and the other lightly cupped his family jewels.

Vincent felt a surge of pleasure run through him and closed his eyes, basking in the sensations.

Linda’s hand gently moved up and down, stroking his shaft and making him let out a soft groan.

Vincent’s hand that was on his mother’s pussy changed positions to grab her thigh.

He pulled the lady closer, and Vivienne glanced at him, wondering what he was doing.

Vincent didn’t say anything and extended his hands out.

Vivienne thought he sought a hug, and found the timing a bit wrong, but leaned ahead nonetheless.

Vincent used this opportunity to pull her gown’s straps down her shoulders, making it fall off.

Vivienne felt tricked, but Vincent then hugged her.

Vivienne was calm.

Vincent felt his mother’s boobs sprawl on his chest while her maid continued to stroke him.

He pulled back a little, then kissed her soft lips.

Vivienne closed her eyes and forgot all the things she had to say to her son. She was quite weak to this gesture after all.

Vincent soon broke the kiss.

He leaned toward her ear and whispered, “This is the best massage of my life. Thank you, mom.”

He kissed her cheek.

Vivienne’s heart melted hearing such heartfelt words.

She decided to indulge her son’s passion a bit more, and leaned at his ear to ask, “Do you wish to do something more, my dear?”

Vincent raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He whispered back, “We can? In front of Linda?”

He thought this was the most they could do and he was satisfied, but what was his mother saying now?

Vivienne let out a soft smile and whispered, “Yes. She won’t tell a soul. You can ask her to leave if you want or…”

Vivienne gently bit on Vincent’s earlobe, making him slightly tremble.

“…you can command her and make her do whatever you wish.”

Vincent was shocked by the sudden comment.

He couldn’t help but ask in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes.”

Vivienne was in a good mood right now.

Vincent looked at his mother for a second, then turned to Linda and found her stroking him in the similar gentle rhythm.

He wondered whether he should say it, but then decided to just trust his mother and go all in.

“Mouth please, Linda.”

Linda didn’t even look up.

She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear and bent down, opening her mouth and slowly taking Vincent’s shaft in.

“Ohh…”

Vincent’s feet slightly curled from the slippery wet sensation on his crown.

Vivienne was happy with this reaction.

Vincent suddenly understood the position he was currently in.

He let go of everything holding him back and first kissed Vivienne to thank her.

He shifted back on the table to let his head hang slightly, then had Vivienne change position to stand before him.

He had a clear view of her well-trimmed bush and that untainted flower.

He pulled her closer and pressed his lips against her vertical ones, tasting the sweet nectar once again.

Vivienne let out a soft moan and did her best to not clamp her legs, lest she crushed her dear boy’s head.

Though this was something Vincent would obviously not mind.

Thick thighs saved lives, and even if they took those said lives, it would end in a life well lived.

This was Vincent’s motto.

The night was long, and being given complete permission, Vincent had only just started.

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A/N: I’ll be speeding up the plot now, folks. The response on the novel has been subpar and I can’t do anything but reach an early end. Regardless of what it may be, the book won’t disappoint you story wise or anything. It’ll feel proper and still like a complete book, and I’m most likely going to end it at around 500-600 chapters something. That’s still a lot of chapters and words lmao