Susan feels her mother's tongue on her fingers, and her body shudders as
she watches them disappear between her mother's lips. She could never tell
anyone about this, to have sex with your mother is supposed to be so wrong,
but feels so good and seems so right. For the two of them.
She has ever dreamed she could be this turned on. Her own scent is in her
mother's mouth as she pulls back her fingers and kisses her mother again,
their tongues caressing each other, their bodies pressed as close as they
can be, their arms and legs holding each other tightly. Susan begins to rub
her pussy hard against Joan's thigh, and gently pushes her on her back so
that she can press her bone more insistently against her.
"Oh, God, Mom, I'm so hot. I've never felt like this before. I've never
wanted to touch anyone as bad as I want to touch you."
"Honey, you are so beautiful," Joan whispers into Susan's ear. "I want to
look at you you; sit up, will you?"
Susan pulls herself up from Joan's embrace and sits with her pussy, hot and
dripping, resting above her mother's bush. She rubs her lips against it,
and raises her arms above her head to stretch out the sexual energy that is
almost too much to bear.
"Oh, Mom, this feels so good."
"Honey, oh honey, just look at you. Do you realize how beautiful you are?"
Joan reaches up and holds Susan's breasts in both her hands. She rubs her
daughter's small pink nipples with her thumbs and squeezes the soft, tender
globes, hypnotized by the sight, and the pleasure of touching her daughter
this way. She unconsciously raises her hips into her daughter's pussy.
"Your breasts are so perfect, your body is so beautiful. You're just
perfect, and I can't believe that you're my little girl all grown up."
Susan leans down, her breasts still cupped in her mother's fingers.
"I never felt as beautiful as I do right now, Mom." She rubs her cunt
against her mother's some more. "Oh please, I need your mouth. "
Susan leans forward pulling her breasts from her mother's hands and
swinging them into Joan's face. Joan kisses one nipple and then then other.
"Oh yes, Mom, suck them, suck my nipples."
Joan moans and takes one of Susan's nipples into her mouth. She sucks
hungrily, and massages Susan's other breast in her hand. Susan moans, Susan
gasps. "Oh God, Mom, Oh God." Again she feels the rush from her nipples
down to her pussy.
Joan does not know what it is like to put her tongue to a clitoris, but she
thinks of her daughter's clit as she sucks on one one nipple, and then the
other, while her daughter sighs and gasps above her.
Susan holds herself up on her arms and watches one breast and then the
other pleasured by her mother's lips and tongue. She knows she wanted to
start something, but she had no idea making love with her own mother would
be this transcendent of any experience she had ever imagined. She rocks
herself against her mother's body.
She wants more.
Susan puts her hands on the headboard and pulls her pussy up to her
mother's face. Joan's eyes grow wide, and she looks up at her daughter.
Holding each other's gaze, Joan opens her mouth, and Susan presses her cunt
lips to her mother's mouth. Her pussy is so open and wet and Joan's tongue
slides smoothly and hot between her lips.
Susan cannot believe this is happening. Her own mother, going down on
her. She presses into her mother face, and Joan responds by finding her
clit and sucking hard on it.
