525- Oyster Gulch Clip

by Jackie

"You've been peeking at me coming out of the shower?" her mother asked. Caitlin confirmed with a nod.

Her mother's hands were spending more time on her tummy and brushing lightly on the strawberry blonde curls just above her crease. "And it turned you on?"

"Mmm-humm" the girl nodded dreamily.

"What did you like the best... what really got you going?"

The tween replied, "Your boobies... especially your nips."

"You mean these?" her mother raised herself up so Caitlin could see her phenomenal bust.

Heather's hands gently caressed the underside of her breasts lifting substantial weight and allowed her thumbs to stimulate he long pegs. Deep; really, really deep rumblings started in her core as she displayed her aroused nipples to her daughter.

"What did you think about when you looked at them?" Heather asked, taking her left hand off her tit long enough to take hold of her daughter's wrist and draw the tiny pubescent hand down to the curly strawberry colored nest. Caitie understood and began to let her fingers gently play over her inflamed vulva.

"I thought about what it would be like to touch them and feel them," her voice was breathless and her fingers separated her slippery folds exposing her throbbing clit.

Her mother was gently pinching and rolling the red nubs projecting from her large areolas pulling them out until they achieved their full one inch projection. They fueled the gnawing sensation in her pelvis.

Heather leaned forward and wiped the turgid tip of her breast through the prone girl's slippery folds and rubbed it on the adolescent love button that her daughter's prying fingers were exposing.

As if direct manipulation of her pleasure center wasn't enough the concept of what was providing the stimulation hammered through Caitlin's erotic reminiscence and caused her simmering pussy to boil.

Heather continued to stroke the long peg up and down her daughter's crease. The projecting nipple separated the soft spongy folds and she felt the edges of the girl's inner labia lick the wide areola. Switching breasts, she repeated the process, evening herself up.

Caitie finally lay back down so she could cup and squeeze her own mounds. Tickling the little bumps at the center of her exceptionally pale areola she wondered if those tiny buttons would ever turn into long thick pegs like her mother's.

The gnawing in Heather's lower abdomen was turning to urgent need. Thrusting her hand between her legs she rolled her aching clit under her finger tip and applied her mouth to the tween's juicy snatch that beckoned so enticingly.

The teenager went from languid floating pleasure through the sound barrier into the magnificent exploding psychedelic light show so fast she couldn't even grasp what was happening. She was making little squeaking noises in time with the bucking of her hips.

Heather felt the climax overtake her daughter and it caused her own orgasm to come pouring out. It was a deep warm gushing feeling like all the tension and cares she'd ever had being flushed away by a warm wave.

Entwined in the loving embrace they slept with a peace neither of them had ever imagined.