Finally, I aimed the head at them and shot four streams. The first two globs completely covered their faces and the second pair of blasts filled their mouths. I stepped back as the sperm-filled sluts began French kissing, cumswapping the mouthfuls over and over again. They didn’t swallow it; they wanted to savor the taste while they mixed it with each other’s saliva and stirred it with their tongues.
Once they swallowed it and began to lick the cum off of each other’s faces, a wave of throbbing pain struck my manhood. With the two nymphomaniacs preoccupied, I rushed into the kitchen, flung open the freezer, grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and held them against my equipment. I exhaled a gasp as I felt instant relief. I almost expected my junk to emit the same sound as red-hot metal being dipped in water.
“Are you ok?”
I turned around and saw Ashley standing in the doorway. Her body and face had been licked clean of my cum by her mom.
“Yeah, but I’m worn out. In the words of a wise man, the spirit is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised.”
“Yeah, I guess we were all a little too rough,” she giggled.
“It’s ok, but I’ll be out of commission for a few days. If I tried to go for another round, my dick would either fall off or the only thing that would come out would be a flag with the word BANG on it.”
“Well, I suppose me and my mom can keep each other entertained.”
“Zach, come back to bed! You can’t hog my daughter and not leave me out of the fun!”
“I got to go. If I let her near my junk again, it will turn into an all-girl threesome.”
I grabbed my shirt off of the kitchen floor and ran towards the door with the bag of frozen peas still held against my sore dick, not even caring about my pants still in Ashley’s room.
“Zach, where are you going?” Jill hollered from upstairs.
“I have to go to the college, sorry I can’t stay!” I replied as I ran out the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want a blowjob for the road?” she asked as she stepped out of the bedroom. I was already at my car.
“Why is he going to the college?” Jill asked Ashley.
“He’s going to try and find some of the local drug dealers to see if he can buy some Vicodin. We rode him a little too hard.”
“Damn.”
“What are you complaining about? Do you honestly think I’ve had enough of your pussy? Your going to have your legs spread all night long. Get back to the bedroom!” Ashley barked.
The threesome had more than altered the dynamics of their mother-daughter relationship and she was trying to figure out how much authority her mom still had over her. Jill licked her lips and turned around. As Ashley followed her to the bedroom, she slapped her mom on the ass.
“Honey, if I don’t wake up tomorrow with your tongue up my asshole, consider yourself grounded,” Jill laughed as they stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
Part Four:
For three days, a sexual fire burned in the beach house. Ashley and Jill stopped going to work, Ashley even stopped going to classes. They stayed locked in at home, constantly fucking like their lives depended on it. They started their days waking up in Jill’s bed, their naked bodies intertwined, still sticky from the night before. Whoever woke up first would go down on the other. As promised, the first morning after their threesome began with Jill on her stomach, shaken from sleep by the feeling of Ashley’s tongue in her anus. She looked back, licking her lips and smiling at the sight of her daughter’s pretty face buried between her tan ass cheeks. The next morning, Ashley woke up, lying on her back, moaning as her mother sucked on her clitoris.
From there, they moved on to the kitchen, where they would eat breakfast off each other’s naked bodies. On the first morning, Ashley was up on the kitchen table, ass in the air with her face pressed down. Giggling, Jill peeled a banana and stuck it in her mouth. She spread her daughter’s ass cheeks, revealing her anus, thoroughly licked clean and loose from how much she had fingered it already. Holding Ashley’s anus wide open with her fingers, Jill began inserting the banana with her mouth. She was as careful as possible, trying not to mush it, and Ashley couldn’t help but play with herself as it was pushed inside. Once it was fully inserted, Ashley’s asshole closed and swallowed it up, making her purr in arousal.
“Ok baby, now push it out, I’m hungry.”
Jill held her mouth open against her daughter’s ass and Ashley pushed out the banana. The taste of the banana soaked in her daughter’s rectum aroused Jill beyond words and she ate it gluttonously. The next morning, Jill was hanging off the side of the table in a handstand, her ass in the air. Licking her lips, Ashley inserted a funnel into her mom’s ass and began pouring in maple syrup. Jill shuddered and hummed as she felt the cold liquid fill her up.
“Zach gave me an enema like this when raped me the second time. It was so much fun and felt so kinky.”
“Well this is even kinkier. Now get on top of me.”
Keeping her butt clenched, Jill got to her feet and Ashley lied on the floor. Her mother squatted over her face and Ashley opened her mouth with a smile. Jill spread her ass and let the syrup pour out, her daughter drinking it up like water from the Fountain of Youth. Once the stream trickled to a halt, Ashley raised her head and ran her tongue around her mother’s asshole, licking up the last few drops.
After breakfast, the mother and daughter moved to the living room. At first they would just watch TV together, barely paying attention as they fingered each other. They would slowly stir their fingers in each other’s pussies, relishing the feeling of the slippery softness and shivering from the kinky taboo of it. Once fully aroused, they would start making out, licking every corner of each other’s mouths, neither woman pulling her fingers out of the other. Then they would move down and suck on each other’s tits. Endless minutes would pass by, Jill’s lips wrapped tightly around her daughter’s pointing nipples, moving from left to right while gripping and massaging the free one. Then it would be Ashley’s turn, sucking on her mom’s breasts like a vacuum, all while Jill tickled her clitoris. They would finish by getting into the 69 position, tit-sucking each other like leaches, then of course, already in the position, they would move down and lock their lips with each other’s pussies. They would lick each other to the point of climax, squirting in each other’s faces and drinking in every delicious drop of each other’s essence. After lunch, they would scissor for hours, and then after ordering takeout for dinner, they would fuck in bed until passing out.
On the evening of the third night, Jill and Ashley were in their shared room. While naked, they weren’t having sex for once. In Jill’s arms was a box of dildos, vibrators, and an assortment of other sex toys, just delivered that day. As Jill unwrapped them like a child on Christmas morning, Ashley was making room in the bureau by the bed.
“Oh-ho, look at the size of these anal beads!” Jill exclaimed, revealing a chain of glass spheres, each one the size of a ping-pong ball.
“Nice! That’s going to feel so good going in and coming out!” Ashley laughed.
“Get your ass ready, baby, I’m going to yank it like a lawnmower cord.”
“Likewise, then you get to suck it clean,” Ashley replied, kissing Jill on the cheek.
“Oh damn it, looks like they forgot to pack one. Well, it’ll probably be delivered tomorrow.”
With all the toys unwrapped, they put them back in the box and stashed it in the bottom drawer, though as they tried to close it, it jammed. Ashley shook and pushed, but the drawer wouldn’t budge.
“Shit, this drawer is always a pain. You really need to shove,” said Jill.
The two women teamed up, pushing against the drawer with their tits jiggling. Finally, the drawer broke free of the catch and slammed shut. The bureau shook, and above them, an antique bottle of perfume was knocked over. The faulty top popped off and the fetid liquid spilled across Jill’s head. At that moment, both Jill and Ashley squealed in disgust as the horrible odor assailed them.
“Go! Go!” Ashley shrieked, sending Jill running to the bathroom and into the shower.
Keeping her nose plugged with one hand, Ashley grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning up the mess. Jill had once told her about the bottle, a wedding present from before Ashley was born. Jill’s grandmother would wear it church every Sunday, much to Jill’s anguish. A little squirt was rancid, and even after all these years, to be splashed with it was on par with getting skunked.
In the bathroom, Jill was scrubbing her scalp and back near to the point of bleeding, even considering shaving her head if the stink didn’t come out. After several minutes of work, Ashley managed to clean up the mess and the stench was already fading. That bottle hadn’t been opened in almost two decades, so much of the potency had been lost to time. She gave a sigh of relief, glad that catastrophe had been mostly avoided, but with the perfume issue now taken care of, her thoughts drifted to her mom. Right now Jill was probably lathering her body with soap, scrubbing herself clean with the water running down her curves. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she was getting. She switched her gaze to the troublesome drawer. Maybe now would be a good chance to test out one of those sex toys.
With enough soap and shampoo, Jill was sure she had cleaned herself of the disgusting perfume. About to turn off the shower, she smiled as she heard Ashley get into the shower behind her.
“Checking up on me?”
Ashley leaned against her, pressing her breasts against her mother’s back and sliding her hand between her legs. “I just wanted to make sure you cleaned off all of that nasty perfume, maybe scrub you down a little.”
“Well go ahead and clean me off, I’m a dirty slut of a mother after all.”
Ashley retrieved the nearby bar of soap and began sweeping it across Jill’s stomach, gathering up suds in her hand and then rubbing it against her pussy. Jill hummed in bliss and bit her lip, feeling her daughter’s fingers stir inside her. The soap was like lubricant, allowing her to slide the digits in and out effortlessly. After a minute or so, she moved her soapy hands up and began massaging her breasts. Jill gave a soft moan as Ashley groped her, letting the orbs of flesh slide out of her grip again and again. The slipperiness of the soap only increased the intensity of the sensation, the feeling of Ashley’s hands gliding like oil across her smooth skin feeling so good that she could almost cum just from that bit of stimulation. Behind her, Ashley was enjoying it just as much, relishing the feel of her mom’s gigantic tits in her hand, knowing that she got to play with them as much as she wanted. She had spent hours sucking on her breasts these past few days, but she would never tire of them.
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