Closing the Deal
“This is it,” said Mr. Steve, a highly successful man in his early fifties. This was where the driver should drop him off.
He stepped out of the car and walked toward the mansion’s entrance—only then realizing there were two blondes. The one who waved appeared to be in her forties, blue-eyed and stunning. She wore a stylish blue blazer, maintaining the formal air expected from a luxury real estate agent. The other, much younger, equally blonde and blue-eyed, was just as beautiful, but dressed in a gray suit.
“Hello, Mr. Steve,” said the older blonde. “I’m Dayana, we spoke over the phone. This is Vanessa, my daughter. We’re here to show you the property.”
Mother and daughter. What a vision, Steve thought.
“Hello, Miss Dayana, Miss Vanessa. It’s a pleasure.”
As soon as he crossed the front door, Steve’s eyes wandered across the grand foyer. The high ceilings, adorned with an imposing crystal chandelier, made the space feel even more majestic. The cool marble beneath his shoes and the curving staircase ahead gave the mansion a classic, yet inviting elegance. He knew he was standing inside a rare property.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” came a female voice from the left. He turned to see Dayana smiling softly, arms crossed. She seemed satisfied with his reaction. At her side, Vanessa observed him with a glimmer of interest in her eyes. Even without speaking, the young woman emanated quiet confidence—a charm clearly inherited from her mother.
“Yes, quite a house,” Steve replied, keeping his composure, although it was clear the mansion had captivated him.
“Come, we’ll show you everything,” Dayana said with a fluid gesture, leading the way through the main hall. Vanessa stepped ahead, her heels echoing softly on the marble floor, and Steve couldn’t help but notice how naturally she moved through the space, as if every detail was familiar to her.
They passed through the lounge first—an expansive room with leather sofas neatly arranged around a sculpted stone fireplace. Linen curtains filtered the morning light, giving the space a refined ambiance. On the far wall, a climate-controlled wine cellar displayed rare vintages behind thick glass.
Steve watched Vanessa as she examined the wine display, noting how her lips moved softly. It was impossible to ignore the resemblance between mother and daughter—two versions of flawless beauty. He wondered if they had ever been mistaken for sisters. Vanessa, young and vibrant, exuded a natural allure, while Dayana had the composed magnetism of a mature woman who knew exactly what she wanted. The thought crossed his mind, uninvited: what would it be like to see them together?
Dayana kept guiding the tour. The kitchen was sleek and modern, fitted with state-of-the-art appliances and a black granite island that shimmered under recessed lighting. A subtle scent of coffee and vanilla lingered, as though the house was always prepared to receive someone.
“This home was designed to offer comfort without sacrificing refinement,” Dayana explained, running her fingers lightly across the marble island.
Steve’s gaze dropped to her hands—elegant and well-groomed. He imagined those hands holding a glass of wine… or something else. The thought made him subtly straighten his posture, trying not to let too much show. If he wasn’t careful, he’d start giving away his fantasies on the spot.
They moved down a hallway that opened to the backyard. The garden was a sight in itself. An infinity pool overlooked a private forest, and a gazebo in the distance looked like it belonged on a movie set. Vanessa stepped up to the pool’s edge and touched the water with her fingertips.
“In the summer, this is the best spot to relax,” she said, casting a sly glance toward Steve, who simply nodded, absorbing every detail.
As he watched her, an image came to his mind: Vanessa swimming under the moonlight, water gliding over her smooth, golden skin. Maybe Dayana would be beside her, laughing softly, eyes half-closed, watching him like she knew exactly what he was thinking. Heat rose in his chest, but he took a deep breath. He couldn’t let himself get carried away too soon.
The garden path revealed even more surprises. The perfectly trimmed lawn stretched to a private golf course, and a clay tennis court stood beside a pergola-shaded lounge area. Further on, a small artificial lake reflected the blue sky, with a wooden deck stretching over the water—a peaceful spot for contemplation.
Dayana smiled before turning back to Steve.
“If you enjoy entertaining guests, there’s also a gourmet area over there,” she pointed to an elegant annex with a full outdoor kitchen, barbecue grill, and a wood-fired oven. The faint smoky aroma still hung in the air, suggesting the space was often used.
They continued through the bedrooms. Each was a work of art in itself, decorated with flawless designer furniture and balconies overlooking different parts of the estate. At the end of the corridor, they arrived at the master suite. The room was spacious, the king-size bed perfectly made, and a whirlpool bathtub gleamed in the white marble bathroom.
Dayana leaned on the doorframe with a faint smile.
“So, what do you think so far?” she asked, arms crossed.
Steve let out a discreet breath and looked around the suite.
“I think it’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.”
Dayana and Vanessa exchanged a knowing glance. A smile formed on the mother’s lips, and the daughter took a step forward, a playful gleam in her eyes.
“The best part of a house like this is everything you can experience inside it,” Vanessa said, sliding her fingers along the collar of her blazer before letting it slip off her shoulders.
Steve raised an eyebrow, sensing the atmosphere shift around them. Dayana didn’t intervene. On the contrary, she watched her daughter with a look of appreciation before turning her eyes to him.
“You seem like a man who knows how to recognize a good investment, Mr. Steve,” Dayana murmured, slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt.
Vanessa stepped closer, her breath mingling with his, while the mother stayed nearby, every movement calculated to heighten the tension in the air.
The luxury of the house wasn’t just in the furniture or sophisticated finishes. It was there, in that moment, in the promise of what was to come.
“This mansion costs 80 million dollars,” Vanessa continued. “We know that’s a significant amount for you, but you have far more than that. The commission from the sale would make us millionaires, changing our lives.”
“Where are you going with this?” he asked. “I’m rich, there’s definitely an opportunity here, but I’m not running a charity.”
“We’re not talking about charity; we’re talking about a unique opportunity,” Dayana said. “And when we say opportunity… well… it’s not about the house.”
Vanessa approached Mr. Steve, making her intentions clear.
“I saw how you looked at my mother’s legs as we walked through the hallways, and I know you tried to sneak a peek under my skirt when I bent down to touch the pool water. You liked what you saw.”
“Yes, I liked it, a lot, the hous—”
Vanessa gently placed a finger on Mr. Steve’s lips, interrupting him before he could finish. She continued:
“Not just the house… we know,” Vanessa whispered softly in his ear.
Vanessa stood gracefully and positioned herself beside her mother. She continued:
“You’ll sign the contract not just because it’s an excellent deal and definitely not out of charity, but because you won’t miss the opportunity to have mother and daughter in that bed and have the best sex of your life.”
Dayana and Vanessa exchanged an intense kiss, causing an instant erection in Steve.
Dayana handed Steve the folder with documents and a pen, which he quickly initialed and signed. As he signed, the young Vanessa undressed sensually. She unbuttoned her shirt… slowly… button by button, revealing beautiful green lingerie. She continued by removing her bra, and the final initials synchronized with the removal of her panties. The first copy of the contract was completed with Vanessa displaying her beautiful naked body.
Dayana had her shirt buttons undone by her daughter, revealing red lingerie that seemed deliberately chosen. She removed her bra and panties, showcasing her well-toned body and impressive figure.
Dayana’s body was a delight to the eyes, with large, ample, beautiful breasts, likely enhanced, soft white skin that seemed to glow, and a large, round backside. Vanessa inherited much of her mother’s beauty, though she retained natural, medium-sized, firm breasts.
The final signature came as the two women approached Steve. Vanessa collected the contract copies and the pen, while Dayana laid him on the bed, giving him a kiss that left him breathless.
Steve, eager to shed his clothes, was calmed by Dayana’s gentle touch and a piercing look that made him understand the moment should be savored slowly. She laid him on the bed, kissing him, and took it upon herself to remove his shirt, while Vanessa exposed his full nudity, removing his pants, socks, and shoes.
“You two are… my God…” Steve said, or tried to.
Steve’s cock was hard as a rock. Dayana began by licking the tip, sending shivers down his spine, before taking it fully into her mouth. Meanwhile, Vanessa’s tongue worked skillfully on his balls, delivering a delicious double stimulation of pleasure.
Dayana moved up and down along Steve’s cock, casting him a seductive look. She turned to Vanessa, and mother and daughter exchanged a knowing glance before kissing.
“My God in heaven,” Steve reacted to the scene.
“Like that?” Vanessa asked in a provocative tone.
They kissed even more intensely, just to see Steve’s incredulous expression, and they enjoyed it.
“Mother and daughter!” Dayana said. “Congratulations on the purchase, Mr. Steve. It’s not every day an opportunity like this comes along.”
Vanessa took Steve’s cock in her mouth, and Dayana kissed him intensely, stroking his beard and hair. Steve felt her breasts against his and the delicious scent of her hair. His pleasure intensified as Vanessa increased the pace of the oral, swallowing his entire cock and doing an exquisite job with her tongue on the head, making Steve nearly levitate off the bed.
Feeling he was on the verge of climaxing, Steve begged Vanessa to stop.
“One of you, please, ride me!”
Vanessa and Dayana exchanged glances to decide.
“I’ll go first,” Dayana said, positioning herself to straddle and ride Steve.
Steve felt a shiver down his spine watching Dayana close her eyes and lower her body, letting his cock slide into her pussy. He ran his hand over her breasts, caressing her nipple. Unhurried, she took her position, alternating passionate kisses with nibbles on his ear. She whispered in his ear:
“Don’t cum yet, don’t you dare, I want it too.”
Steve tried to absorb the moment as best he could, caressing the silky, soft skin of the two generations. He struggled to honor Vanessa’s request and not succumb to Dayana’s delicious pussy, finding it difficult. He took a deep breath.
“You two are going to drive me completely insane.”
“Really?” Vanessa said. “We’ve barely started.”
She stood, ready to cause some mischief. “You like this,” she said, kissing her mother on the mouth, knowing the impact it would have on Steve. “Imagine when I do this.” Vanessa sucked her mother’s breasts. Steve ran his hand through his hair, trying to regain control of his emotions.
“Switch… I… want Vanessa too…”
Vanessa got on all fours, making it clear she wanted to be penetrated that way. Steve took a deep breath, grabbed her hips, and began sliding his cock in, feeling her tight, wet pussy. He noticed the two were almost competing, enjoying themselves, as if vying to see which would drive him crazier.
As he penetrated Vanessa, Steve felt desire consume him, fucking the girl eagerly as she moaned deliciously, as if asking for more. Dayana spread her legs in front of them, offering a clear view of her pussy, and, watching the scene, began to masturbate.
Dayana masturbated and licked her own breasts, making Steve fuck Vanessa with even more hunger and speed. Then it happened. Vanessa reached toward Dayana, who slid down the bed to meet her daughter. Steve’s eyes widened.
“No… no… no… My God!!!” he exclaimed.
Vanessa began licking her mother’s pussy, driving Steve to the edge of madness.
“I want to cum! In both their mouths…”
Mischievously, without a word, the two, mother and daughter, positioned themselves side by side to receive Steve’s cum. Five or six jets landed on their faces, and they licked each other’s faces until not a drop remained.
“You two are too naughty!” Steve said, still in shock.
“That’s music to our ears, Steve,” Vanessa said.
“It was a great pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Steve.”
(…)
One month later, he was there—reclined on a lounge chair beside the pool Vanessa had proudly shown him. They hadn’t contacted him again since that day. Other staff handled the remainder of the paperwork, and both Dayana and Vanessa simply vanished.
The memory of that night fascinated him, but now, thinking with the head above his shoulders, something began to gnaw at him. What if I was deceived? What if they weren’t mother and daughter at all?
He replayed every detail of that night in his mind. The way they spoke about each other, how natural their interaction was—but also the provocative tone, like they were toying with his perception. Everything had been expertly staged. They could’ve been anything: friends, accomplices, seasoned scammers. But mother and daughter? What if that was just a fetishized role to push him into signing?
Paranoia crept in. He tried messaging Dayana on WhatsApp, but his texts never even delivered. He didn’t have Vanessa’s number. Discreetly, he asked around at the agency that sold him the mansion, but no one had heard from them. Weird…, he thought.
Steve turned to social media. A few connections here, a keyword there, and… bingo. He found Vanessa’s profile.
He created a fake account to gain access and waited for days. Now, lounging by the pool, a notification popped up—Vanessa had accepted his request. He quickly opened her profile and saw something that made him freeze.
Dayana and Vanessa were indeed mother and daughter. And they were enjoying vacation somewhere with beach and sun.
A new notification. Vanessa was now following his fake profile. Then, a message appeared:
“Hi, Mr. Steve. I know it’s you behind this fake account. All good?”
Before he could respond, a photo came through. Vanessa and Dayana in bikinis at the beach, smiling.
Vanessa continued typing.
“This is my sister, Taís.”
A second photo. Vanessa, Dayana, and a third blonde—slightly younger than Vanessa—equally beautiful and clearly a product of the same bloodline.
“We have a new offer for you, and I’m sure you’re going to accept…”
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