Dew and Girlsex ff, Fff, incest

(Note: This is work of fiction for adults only; the events portrayed are not based on real events, should to be taken to sanction similar actions in any real life situation)

Rosalind held the crotch of her panties lightly, stroking her
swollen clitoris with her middle finger. Her cunt itched,
slippery juices seeping and dampening her fiery thick cunt hair
and her silky panties. She tightened her buttocks, pushing her
sex against her hand as a shiver traversed her spine, and the
tingling wave of lust stirred from her slightly chubby thighs to
her ample breasts. The 38-year old redhead stared with
lustthrough the door of the canvas tent, which fell just a
few centimeters agape.
She was watching her own 14-year-old daughter, Megan, and her
fetching 15-year-old, blonde-haired niece, Daphne. What the
cousins were doing together in the semi-privacy of the family
tent was decidedly naughty. In fact it was flat-out nasty. That
had disconcerted Rosalind for the first few, surprising moments.
Then unexpectedly her mind flooded with the memories of her own
sexual awakening at a young age. With the memory, her shock ebbed
and turned to a lascivious curiosity. After a just
two minutes of watching the girls, so young and yet so naughty,
Rosalind felt herself propelled by a thickening, voyeuristic
lust.
At 14 Megan was virtually a miniature copy of her mother: wavy
dark chestnut hair, flickering green eyes, even the blush of
budding titties and shapely, bulging thighs and rounded ass that
gave her mother such a buxom and fertile aspect. Rosalind had
attracted her share of both men and women in her day, and she had
taken more than a few to bed. Rosalind was no stranger to
lesbian sex. In fact in the past month she had been regularly
eating pussy with the cleaning lady, a petite and hot-blooded
Hispanic bitch named Rita that her husband had hired to help
around the house. They met each Monday and Thursday morning in
the laundry room in the basement, closed the door, pulled down
each other’s panties and ate. They made a rule: two comes each
and they quit, Rita going back to work and Rosy going upstairs to
check on her daughter. So as a bisexual, and a relatively
promiscuous one at that, Rosy was not overly shocked to catch her
daughter making out with a girl. What did surprise her, and gave
her a special, secret thrill, was that it was her beautiful cousin Daphne
that Megan was doing it with.
Maybe incest runs in the family, Rosalind thought to herself,
her cunt moistening. She had never touched her daughter in that
way, had never raised the subject of sex with the her beyond the
necessaries of avoiding pregnancy and coping with her periods.
But here the sweet Megan was, exploring sex with her pretty and
obviously quite slutty young cousin. And it should be no
surprise, Rosy thought, that Daphne was slutty; her mother Reese,
Rosalind’s younger sister, was notorious among friends and family
for sexual indiscretions over the years. Rosalind, as her
sister’s confidant, knew most of the sordid details that others
only guessed at. Rosalind was considered the “nice” sister in
the family, but this pretense was little more than an elaborate
social veneer. She was just luckier, and a bit smarter than her
sister, and thus more discrete in her sexual endeavors. Now, as
a middle-aged woman, just as she had ever since adolescence, Rosy
struggled mightily to keep the lid on her own powerful sexual
desires. And, as more than one cleaning lady in this town knew,
she had not always mastered those desires.
Now the scene before her, two naughty little girls exploring
each others’ budding sexuality, made the lusty mother swoon, and
she could feel her impulse to sexual indulgence creeping up on
her. The tender age of these girls, the fresh, blushing youth of
their bodies, the exciting newness of the feelings she knew were
kindling in their young cunts and hearts, brought back a flood of
memories of Rosalind’s first, intense sexual experiences.
Rosie watched, fascinated. The girls were kneeling face to face
on Megan’s sleeping bag, kissing, each with a hand down the front
of the other’s running shorts. They mewled as they sucked on the
tips of each other’s tongues rubbed against strange fingers
snaking into their cunt slits.
Rosalind knew that Megan could be nasty and manipulative
sometimes, in ways that were all too like some adults she knew,
but she hadn’t known of her daughter’s maturing interest in sex.
Obviously it hadn’t taken her worldly niece Daphne long to figure
that out though. She stared as she watched Daphne’s slender
young hand push her daughter’s shorts low on her thighs, caress
the younger girl’s erect clit, then dip a middle finger into the
little pink, wet cunt slit.
Knowing her slutty sister, Rosalind mused, Daphne had learned
about sex from her own mother. If Daphne was anything like her
mother Reese, she could smell out a damp cunt two blocks away.
And if her Megan was anything like her, Rosalind knew, there was
no way she could keep her legs together and her tongue in her
mouth when a hot bitch like Daphne was sniffing around.
The thought gave the peeping mother a rush and a throbbing in
her clit as she remembered her own summer days of red-hot incest
fun with the lovely, blonde-haired Reese. For several years they
had slept together nearly every night, not only sharing their
room but, unknown to their parents, sharing their bodies in a
steady diet of hot and nasty sister-to-sister love. If their
prim and proper mother had ever found out, Rosy thought, she
would just shit. That indeed was part of the thrill for the two
teens. Well, they had been teens when they started, but the
relationship continued for years, long after they both had been
married and had their daughters. For some inscrutable reason
they each picked oblivious husbands, as sexually disinterested as
their own father had always been.
Her sister Reese could be hard to manage, thought Rosalind, but
when Reese was heated up and safely in the sack, Rosy had had no
better lover, man, woman, or dog. Yet in recent years Rosalind
and Reese had drifted apart. Then just a week before today,
Reese had called to ask if she and Roger would take Daphne for a
few days. She had just needed some time to herself, Reese said,
but Rosy was happy to take Daphne along on the family camping
trip they had planned for the days in question. Daphne had
always been good company. They had a large tent and an extra
sleeping bag, and Daphne would keep Megan preoccupied during the
long, lazy days when she and Roger went hiking or fishing,
pursuits in which Megan had never showed but passing interest.
Yeah, she’s keeping her little cousin occupied, all right,
thought Rosalind as she thrust her cunt urgently against her busy
fingers, the wet cunt hair now plastered to her pubis, and
sticking to her panty crotch. The girls must have thought
Megan’s mother was out in the boat with Roger, unaware that she
had just slipped out for a morning walk and returned quietly to
camp. She decided to watch as the two girls made out; she was
something of a voyeur, and this was a show she had only imagined
in the dim corner of her mind, had never dared think she could
actually be privy to. She heard Megan groan loudly, and Daphne
giggled, breaking their kiss and fondling Megan’s young but
bursting boobs under her T-shirt.
“Daph,” she heard her daughter complain, “we’d better quit it.
My mom might come back, what if they found us like this, she’d
kill me.”
Daphne laughed, a naughty catch in her voice. “She won’t catch
us, Meggie baby, she’s out on the lake. Besides, from what my
Mom says, your Mom is pretty hot herself. She’s as much of a
firecracker as you are, from what I hear. Maybe she’d like to be
in on the games.”
“Daphne!” Megan shouted, sounding shocked, but betraying a hint
of excitement. “That’s naughty!”
“Yes I know it’s naughty, Megan, just like you are. I think
Aunt Rosy and her Meggie baby are both very naughty girls! Your
little cunt is warming up to my finger, it feels like wet fire,
and I do like what your nasty hand is doing to me right now.”
“Oh shit, Daphne, it does feel so good. And I don’t really
wanna stop, I really want to come!”
Daphne chuckled. “Well if that’s the way you feel about it, how
would you like me to eat you? You have been eaten before,
haven’t you, baby?”
Megan looked at Daphne, her green eyes wide. “You mean having
my cunt licked? Wow.....no but I heard it’s awesome! You really
want to do it?”
“I’ll do you, Meggie, if you do me. And I guarantee it’ll drive
you nuts. So lean back and spread those pretty little thighs,
baby cuz.” Daphne licked her smirking, full lips as she said
this, and her hands drifted to the waistband of Megan’s shorts,
which she tugged farther downward.
Rosalind squirmed in silence, amazed at her niece’s slutty
maturity, and her own daughter’s eager response to to the older
cousin’s sordid overtures. Daphne, young as she was, was
obviously a very experienced little girl. Rosalind pressed her
slippery thighs together, trapping her fingers between her hairy
cunt lips. She was immensely turned on by the nasty scene she
was witnessing, and she was having a hard time keeping her
presence a secret from the girls. She struggled to master her
racing heart and keep her breathing close. She could smell the
honey scent of her own wet pussy. Rosalind’s eyes were wide and
her nostrils flared--she felt as though she were in some
super-conscious state of awareness in which without even trying
she could see and savor every detail of the rich, incestuous
cornucopia before her.
Daphne’s hands tugged the shorts down Megan’s legs, and
Rosalind’s breath stopped and her cunt clenched when she saw,
fully exposed exposed to the morning air, a clear view of her
young daughter’s fresh pussy, the blushing outer lips almost free
of hair. It reminded Rosalind of sister Reese’s young cunt, the
first time she had ever touched it. She thought she could even
smell it, and it smelled the same as her sister’s familiar
red-fringed cooze. The overheated mother’s fingers worked in a
quiet frenzy at her clit as she stood just outside the tent and
peered through a narrow gap in the door at the show unfolding
within.
“Ummm, nasty! Sweet hairless pie!” said the golden-haired
Daphne with a giggle.
“Eat me out, Daphne, please let me feel your tongue!” pleaded
Rosalind’s daughter. And Rosalind nearly keeled over when she saw
Daphne, in a single, sweeping motion, push Megan back on the
sleeping bag, grip her white thighs and push them upward and
back, opening the girl’s crotch to her intent gaze. Then the
blond-haired Daphne pressed her pretty young face to Megan’s
crotch, inhaled deeply, and began working Megan’s pink, naked
cunt slit with her devilish tongue. She could see her niece’s
pointy-tipped tits, nipples hard erect, dangling in time with her
tongue strokes against Megan’s pink, wet girl flesh. To
Rosalind, both girls looked so young, so tender and
inexperienced, and yet that innocent, girlish look of made what
they were doing seem all the hotter
Rosalind could no longer help herself. She was near to coming,
and a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She froze,
looked down to pull her slippery fingers from her pants, and she
heard Megan say “What was that?” and she heard Daphne scrambling
to pull the sleeping bag up over her cousin’s legs. Rosalind
sensed this was her best chance. Without stopping to think about
exactly where it might lead, she brushed open the tent flaps and
strode inside. She found the two girls staring nervously up at
her.
“Oh shit, mom you scared me!” said her red-haired daughter,
trying to smile but managing only a shit-eating grin. Daphne
said nothing, just stared at her aunt and waited to see what
would happen.
“So, what are you two girls up to in here?” inquired Rosalind.
“Nothing, Mommy, just talking is all,” Megan lied.
Rosalind glanced at Daphne, then stared at her daughter’s
fretting face. “Talking, my ass, I saw you two little sluts in
here, feeling each others’ cunts and tits,”
Megan gasped, and Daphne’s face turned red, but still she said
nothing.
“Let me smell your fingers, young lady,” said Rosalind sternly
to her daughter. Megan--relucantly, guiltily--raised her hands
toward her mother, and Rosalind leaned over and sniffed them,
nostrils flaring. She knew the girls could see her braless tits
rolling under the loose flannel shirt she wore, her hard nips
trying to poke their way through the fabric. She closed her
eyes, nearly fainting at the clean scent of young cunt on her
daughter’s hands. “I smell cunt!” she said, and Megan looked
down at the floor, her face red.
Then Rosalind stood tall, boobs jutting, and turned to her
pretty blonde niece. She admired the straight, shoulder-length,
golden-smooth hair, the firm tits and the determined, slighty
slutty way the girl smiled up at her. “We were just
masturbating,” Daphne said ingeniously. “Everyone does it you
know.”
Rosalind smiled at her young niece. She reached out one hand
and touched the girl’s delicate, proud chin. Rosalind stooped
and lowered her face very close to Daphne’s, their eyes level.
Rosalind sniffed. “I smell cunt on your lips,” she said, looking
the blonde girl coolly in the face. “Can you masturbate yourself
with your mouth?” The girl blushed again, and she flickered but
didn’t drop her clear blue eyes.
Rosalind, still holding Daphne’s chin, her nose near the girl’s
soft cheek, sniffed again. Then she impulsively pushed her
tongue against her pretty niece’s soft, moist lips. Daphne and
Megan both gasped when they saw the older woman’s pink tongue
come out. Daphne waited pensively while Aunt Rosalind’s slightly
rough, loving tongue lapped her cheek.
“I taste cunt,” said Rosalind. Then she opened her mouth and
kissed her surprised niece--a hard, open kiss. The hot mother
felt her heart skip a beat as her hands went to the girl’s back
and arms and she drew her niece’s slim upper body against her
breast. To Rosalind this action felt in one sense so familiar,
yet with these young girls it seemed so much more exciting, more
forbidden than usual. Daphne closed her eyes, within a moment of
her surprise warming up to her aunt’s embrace. Megan, still
shocked, sat there, sleeping bag still covering her naked legs
and cunt, mouth open, awestruck by her mother’s bold actions.
Their kiss broke, Daphne smiled, and Rosalind chuckled. “Wow
Aunt Rosy,” Daphne said cooly, “I had heard you can kiss like
that. You’re hot.”
“Who taught you to eat cunt, sweetheart?” Rosalind asked,
looking directly into Daphne’s blue eyes. Daphne laughed, her
voice like a bell, and replied, completely without embarrassment,
“Like you don’t know. Mother of course. Your Sis. She says she
learned it from you.”
“Bullshit,” said Rosalind, “The bitch was a natural, we both
were, nobody had to teach us.”
“Mommy!” gasped Megan, “You ate Aunt Reese’s cunt?”
“And she ate mine dear,” replied Rosalind, now looking intently
at her daughter. “All the time. And she was just about your age
when we started, baby. Some people say it’s naughty. Baby, to do
it, especially so young, but I’ll tell you what, it’s naughty
fucking good!”
“Oh shit, Mommy, that’s so sexy!” said Megan excitedly, and as
she moved the sleeping bag settled and uncovered the tops of her
thighs, exposing the hairless cunt below the hem of her black tee
shirt and nestled exquisitely between her soft, white legs.
“Megan baby, you are beautiful. What’s sexy to mother is that
little pink pussy of yours. And if the taste on your cousin’s hot
lips is any indication, I think it eats as good as it looks.” As
she said this Rosalind’s hand reached out tentatively to her
daughter’s soft thighs, touching the girl there tentatively but
suggestively.
Megan blushed and looked down at the tent floor, her hands
fidgeting. Finally she looked up at her mother, their matching,
hazel-green eyes locking. “Mother, if you ate Aunt Reese, could
you maybe eat me?” asked Megan, obviously surprising herself with
the boldness of the question.
“Oh shit, yes, do it, cunts!” groaned Daphne, her hand now
settling inside her shorts and stroking her damp and now pungent
crotch.
Rosalind smiled, trying hard to suppress her bursting hot
enthusiasm. “Well, baby do you want me to? Do you want me to
touch you, to lick your cunt and kiss you and make love? You
know baby, it’s incest, but it’s incredibly exciting, Daphne’s
very right about that. And I guess in a way it seems to be
almost a family tradition. It is incest, but I suppose I’d do it
for you if you wanted me to.”
“Oh mommy, yes, please do it!” Megan cried, and she shoved aside
the sleeping bag, stretched her thighs wide, and tried to push
her cunt lips against her mother’s probing hand. Her hands hugged
her mother’s shoulders and her lips closed searchingly against
her mother’s larger, fuller lips in a sweet-hot kiss.
Still holding her slim daughter close, thrilling to the youthful
touch, Rosalind chuckled, then turned her gaze back to her niece.
The girl had pushed her shorts and panties part way down her
thighs, and had two fingers buried in her lightly blonde-fringed
cunt, a glazed look on her face.
“What about you, Daphne?,” asked Rosalind as she lightly stroked
her daughter’s open cunt slit. “I think maybe you want to eat
your auntie’s cunt, and have her eat yours too. Do you? You just
have to say so, and you can, you know. Just tell me you want me
to touch you and I will.” She looked at her niece, waiting, with
an expectant, smug grin on her face. She wanted to hear the
slutty young teen beg for it.
Daphne seemed tongue-tied for once in her life. Then after a
moment her voice burst out, quavering with hot emotion. “Oh shit
Aunt Rosy, yes! God yes, touch me, lick my cunt! I’’ll lick
yours too, just like my mother showed me, I’ll lick your hot slit
out really good! I’m so hot, I need to do it right now!”
“Well,” Rosalind laughed, “I’m sorry that you’re so hot, Daphne,
but you’re going to have to wait while I do my daughter first.
Meggie comes first with her mommy. Right dear?” But Megan didn’t
answer, she just held her thighs wide and whimpered.
‘Oh shit, I wanna watch!” cried Daphne.
“You do that dear, you watch me eat out my pretty little
daughter. Then after I’m through with it maybe then you can try
her lovely cunt slit too, you little blonde slut-baby, but not
before.”
Energized by adrenaline and a wicked thrill of the two hot girls,
still not quite believing this unexpected and sensational turn of
events, Rosalind wondered if this wasn’t just a surreal wet
dream. The older woman dropped to her knees and elbows, took a
breath to steel herself, and pressed her face to her daughter’s
tender thighs, licking her way slowly but deliberately toward the
girl’s overheated crotch as her head spun with incestuous
exhileration. Finally her tongue lapped at Megan’s plump little
cunt lips, spreading the slit and dipping inside to taste the
youth’s fresh, slightly tangy juices. Megan cried out and thrust
her crotch greedily against her mother’s face. Rosalind
clutched her daughter’s soft, squirming buttocks in her hands and
drew the sweet pink slit against her full lips. The older woman
swooned, nearly fainting with the rush as inhaled the musk of her
daughter’s sex and laved it with her experienced tongue.
When her mother’s tongue found and lapped at the delicate clit,
Megan spasmed and against her mother’s face, a rising tide of
orgasm welling in her slender, taut body. Rosalind licked,
horny and dripping with unchained desire. She moved one hand
upward under Megan’s shirt to cup one of the girl’s small, plump
breasts, squeezing it gently, feeling the erect nipple pressing
back at her palm.
Suddenly orgasm overtook the child, and her body went rigid as
she pressed her clit into her mother’s hotly sucking mouth.
Rosalind loved the feel of her daughter’s soft, smooth belly in
close contact with her face and forehead. Megan cried out in
with a nearly lewd, but rapturous grunt as she began to come, and
Rosalind moaned in return, her tongue thrumming on the girl’s
small but stiffly vibrating clitoris. “Oh Mommy, fuck I’m
coming so good, thank you for eating me like…Ugh!…shit, that’s
good!….Oh, fuck, that’s heaven, mother!……Keep….Ugh…l-l-licking!”
Rosalind was thrilled, horny to feel her daughter orgasm, and she
lapped up the cum juice without hesitation. She nearly came
herself as her daughter’s orgasm poured itself out on her lips,
tongue, and cheeks. As the climax subsided, Rosalind let go of
her daughter’s ass and moved up and kissed the girl, letting
Megan lap her own cunt juice gratefully from her mother’s lips.
“You like?” Rosalind asked, smiling at her young daughter. The
girl just grinned back at her sweetly and nodded.
Rosalind felt her large, dangling tits dropping against the
small, perky boobs of her daughter, nipples rubbing and pressing
through the cotton fabric as they kissed again, laughing into
each other’s mouths. Rosalind broke the kiss but Megan licked at
her lips like a hungry kitten. “Yes, that’s a good baby, Megan,
clean the cooze off your mommy’s cheeks. Oh, Jesus, baby you
turn mother on! What a sweet little cunt you have, and soooo hot
for Mommy’s tongue!”
Megan grinned. "Your dirty talk is so fuckin cool, it makes me
sooo hot, Mom!" They kissed again, lips slippery and sweetly
musky with cunt cream.
Then Rosalind stood up, stripped off her flannel shirt, and let
her large, plump breasts bounce free on her chest. The younger
girls both exhaled at the sexy sight. Cooing, Daphne commented
that her aunt’s tits looked bigger than her mother’s.
“Well, move your little slits over here and get a taste of these
hard nipples while I get my damned pants off,” said Rosy to the
girls as she shucked her jeans. “No wait, first you guys get
your boobs out, take those shirts off and Daphne, get that
naughty cunt of yours out where it can get some air. Then we can
all suck some tit for a little while.”
As Rosalind stepped out of her sopping panties, the girls’ tee
shirts came over their heads. Neither wore a bra, and Rosalind
giggled as the tiny, firm, pointy titties bounced so pertly on
the girls’ nubile young bodies. Before the girls could get to
her boobs, Rosalind dropped to her knees in front of them and
nibbled and suckled each of their tits, alternating from niece to
daughter and back. She found they tasted similarly succulent and
delicious, though Daphne’s breasts were decidedly more rounded
and fleshy than Megan’s. Both girls moaned in utter delight,
urging the wanton older woman on. Rosalind felt like a very
naughty schoolteacher, frolicking in a nasty, incestuous romp
with these nubile, forbidden schoolgirl bodies.
Then it was Rosalind’s turn to get sucked, and she knelt and fed
her big breasts to both girls, the two cousins suckling eagerly
at her nipples and fondling her body with their small, curious
hands. Rosalind swooned with the kinkiness of it, the tender
biting and insistent suckling of the girls’ eager mouths on her
breasts. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure carry her
away. She sighed deeply, thinking she could almost feel milk
flowing from her breast into the children’s mouths.
But in only a few minutes she was brought back to reality by the
insistent, passionate cries of the two girls, who were hot to
come. Rosalind looked at the youngsters and chuckled. “You
girls will learn sometime, with nasty pleasures it’s far better
if you take your time-suck the marrow of life, suck it long and
slow, suck it until it comes hot and hard. Let the pleasure
build. But I know, I know, you babies are just hot and mommy
needs to help you. Megan, dear, can you eat mother out while
she licks Daphne’s sweet little cunt?”
“Ooh yyess, I want to lick you like you did me. Open your legs,
Mommy!" she cooed, impaatience in her voice.
Rosalind laughed and spread her plumpish legs for her eager
daughter as she pulled Daphne’s lithe young body to her face.
Rosalind leaned back and shuddered ecstatically as she felt her
daughter’s virgin tongue lapping gently over her gaping cunt
lips. She sighed and pulled Daphne’s now very wet little cunt to
her face. Daphne had just a thin wisp of blonde cunt hair, just
a fuzz to tickle her aunt’s nose, but not enough to block a
tongue’s access to any part of the girl’s young crotch. Knowing
full well her sister’s hot tongue had preceded her, Rosalind
groaned and licked, giving the girl the best cuntlapping she knew
how. Daphne appeared appreciative, growling between deep grunts
as her aunt licked her, “Oh aunt Rosy, mother is right, you are
…UGH……the best damned cunt licker!”
The compliment stoked Rosalind’s lust and she tongued her niece’s
cunt with renewed enthusiasm. She would show the little
bitch-girl a few tricks that slut Reese could never match. She
pushed the child’s body higher on her face, and her tongue worked
its way low in Daphne’s crotch.
“Oh yes Aunt Rosie, my asshole, please tongue it!”
Damn, she thought, the bitch-sister’s already been there!
Despite her slight, disappointment, Rosalind located the girl’s
musky-sweet, tight anus, lapped it, then firmly drilled it with
her rolling tongue as she gripped the child’s slim thighs.
Daphne gasped and choked, the intensity of the sudden oral
penetration quieting the teen’s naughty talk. She breathed
hard, grunting, ass and crotch straining against her aunt’s
talented tongue. Rosalind drove her tongue relentlessly into the
tight little asshole, then danced it back up the drooling cunt
slit, lapped the hard nub of Daphne’s clitoris, then swept
hurriedly back down the cunt slit, probing yet again at the
sensitive anus.
After several of these lewd circuits, the blonde niece groaned
loudly, then cried out as orgasm swept her ripe young body, her
flaxen hair dangling in disarray over her face as she wailed down
at her aunt. In orgasm, like her mother Reese, the youngster
whimpered and humped wildly against her aunt’s mouth and tongue,
smearing cunt juice on Rosalind’s lips and face as her ass flexed
and her thighs quivered in her aunt’s fondling hands. Rosalind
lapped and swallowed during the long cum, but now and then she
just rolled and wallowed in the precious golden cunt, inhaling
the hot, incestuous smell of it before bringing the girl to he
next peak. As Daphne’s orgasms at last tapered off, the girl
dislodged herself from her aunt’s stabbing tongue, laying back on
a sleeping bag, holding her cunt and looking satisfied.
Just as Rosy began to relish a feeling of sensual conquest over
her slutty, wet-cunted and now exhausted niece, she felt hot need
building inconsolably in her own groin. Orgasm was fast
approaching in response to her daughter’s firm, cleansing tongue
lapping. “My clit, baby, suck on my hard clit,” Rosalind
coached, urging her daughter’s mouth away from her wet hole and
to the top of her cunt. Almost immediately Megan responded, her
tongue locating the firm nub, then with her lips and teeth
clamping down on it firmly and possessively.
“Oh shit, yeah, that’s a good girl, eat mommy’s cunt like a good
little helper, suck that big clit with your little lips and
tongue!” Rosalind heaved, bucked, and came hard, much harder
than she had expected. “Oh Jesus, Daphne, she’s a natural, she
knows exactly how to eat her naughty mommy’s cunt, don’t you
baby!” the woman groaned as orgasm crashed through her body.
Her daughter stayed with her cunt through the all the gyrations
and moans, working the turgid clit with lips and tongue,
passionately milking Rosalind through a series of intense,
rapid-fire multiple orgasms. This cum was much better than
anything she had had with the cleaning lady, as good as any she
had experienced in the first few hot years with Reese.

Incest indeed is best, thought the naked mother as she came down
from her orgasmic plateau, the smell of hot girl-cunt and her own
sweat and cum in her nose, her nipples riding high on her rolling
breasts and plump pink thighs quaking with release against her
young daughter’s soft and slippery cheeks. The tent smelled of
girlsex and dew in the warmth of the morning sunlight.

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