I slide my face down to her tits and bury myself into her cleavage. Moving back and forth across the slick, sweaty flesh. Her white tank top, ripped open in the front, still clings around the sides and underside of her breasts, cupping them together slightly. I push my face down deep into the shadow of her cleavage and shirt material. Her full breasts warm and smooth against my ears.
I pull back and plant my mouth around a teat. Sucking deeply, flicking my tongue around puffy nipple, tasting her salty skin. She lets out a muffled squeak as I suck painfully hard. Then my mouth starts to flood with her warm milk. So sweet, better than regular milk. I suck and swirl my tongue, splashing it around in my little mouth.
With a mouthful, I back off from her tit, lips tight. I slide up to her face, and before she even knows what’s happening, I kiss her full on the mouth, her ring gag forcing her open. I spit the mouthful of warm milk straight into her. Grace’s breast milk forced into her own mouth. She coughs and sputters, wrenching her head away and spilling it all over us. It runs down our chins, necks, tits. I giggle, “Mommy stop making a mess.”
I grind up and down, feeling the warm liquid slide around our naked bodies. Then I start lapping it up with my tongue. Grace’s salty flesh is now sweet and creamy. I hump my hips up and forward, aggressively banging my little pussy into my mommy’s cunt, spread wide in front of me. Humping and gyrating into her, I lick and suck at her tits and chest and neck, slurping up all the sweet milk.
Panting, my pussy sopping wet, I climb down from the bed onto the carpet and stare up at Grace’s dripping body. I’m tall enough to reach her pussy from here. Perfect.
I go to the supplies from the store and come back with a bottle of lube. I open it up. Hmm, nice floral scent, great. I squirt plenty out on my hand. I walk up to Grace and reach up.
I lather and rub around mommy’s pussy, getting her more than wet. Excessively lubed up, dripping a bit. I swirl it around, enjoying the feel, rubbing slick fingers through her folds, slipping a finger in and out of her hole every so often. I get my hand nice and soaked too.
Then I pinch all my fingers together into a point and slide without warning up inside her opening. She starts squealing and thrashing about, her legs kicking wildly. But it’s no use, she can barely move.
My painted blue fingernails disappear inside her. One knuckle deep, then two. A squelching sound as her lips are forced open, forced to take the little fingers. Three knuckles deep and she’s straining, pussy stretched out painfully. I back out, then wiggle slowly in and out a few times, trying to warm her up to it.
I twist and slide gently in and out, then squirt some more lube onto my fingers. It drips to the edge of the bed and the carpet below. Squelch Squelch, my cute little almond colored hand keeps digging into her stretched pink hole.
Plenty of lube, I drop the bottle and gather some of the excess onto my other hand. I start playing with my own pussy, rubbing and sliding around, so fucking aroused. I reach around the back and swirl a finger on my little asshole too. God Ella’s body reacts so well to that. My knees shake a bit. Back and forth between pussy and asshole. It becomes subconscious as I return my attention to my mommy.
As wet and warmed up as she’s going to get, I thrust up suddenly as hard as my little arm can punch. Splop! My hand finally pops past the last knuckles. Inside mommy’s cunt. Grace inhales sharply, her breath catching in her throat. Then a moment later she lets out a muffled wail of pain mixed with forced pleasure. Her body spasms violently, her pussy lips quiver around my wrist. Still held suspended at the knees, her feet flop around freely, her toes curl and clench, nice painted white toenails so sexy in this crazy position.
I rub viciously at my pussy with my free hand, so turned on, panting hard. I feel wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I bring my fingers to my mouth to suck little Ella’s sour pussy juice, then return it to rub furiously again.
I can barely stand, but I force myself to continue, now punching in and out slightly, Grace’s cunt clenched tight around my little fist. I flex my fingers around inside her, feeling her insides, the movement making her squirm and writhe out of control. It almost hurts my hand, so tight. As hard as it was to get inside, now that I’m in, she won’t let go, practically sucking my hand up in her. I thrust about an inch or two, in and out, sticky sounds from all the lube. Sloppy wet fapping sounds from my own pussy, as I rub furiously.
“Mommy has to pee doesn’t she? I know you’ve been holding it in this whole time. Come on mommy, let it out!” Grace’s face is clenching, eyes pinched tightly shut, trying to endure everything she’s feeling. Her body vibrates, shaking against her will.
“You do, don’t you? You have to pee. Go on mommy, pee! Pssss pssss! Come on, I did it, now it’s your turn.” I tease her, pumping my fist harder and harder within her. My knees are barely holding me up, my pussy is on fire. Rubbing so hard, I’m getting so close.
Another full minute of pumping my fist in and out slightly. I clench and make a fist inside her. She moans in pain. But the moan gives away another feeling too. She cant help it, the stimulation too intense. She’s close to cumming. I rub harder, getting closer myself. SplickSplickSplickSplickSplickSplick, I can actually feel droplets of my pussy juice flinging off onto my legs, onto the floor.
Grace’s face is tightened up, she’s holding back, holding her breath. Trying so hard to hold it all in.
I keep my little hand inside her clenched in a fist. And I yank down hard. Pulling free with a loud SPLOP sound. The shock jolts through Grace’s whole body, her breath releasing rapidly, her eyes shooting open in pain and pleasure, a waterfall coming over her… and over me too.
She unloads, cumming, squirting for a full 3 seconds, right in my face. I open my mouth, letting it drench my tongue, splash all over my little face and hair. I rub at my pussy in a wild frenzy of lust, as mommy squirts all over her little daughter. Grace lets out an animalistic, guttural moan, and I let out a little girly scream of excitement, like a kid playing in a sprinkler.
On the verge of passing out from the overwhelming orgasm, Grace can’t control her body anymore. She’s been holding her piss all night. It starts spraying out, immediately following the squirting orgasm. Straight onto my face below. I close my eyes and smile with my mouth wide. The warmth splashes over my head and hair, nose and cheeks. I gurgle loudly as it fills my waiting mouth. I gag slightly, but rub my pussy harder, so turned on by how dirty and wrong this all is.
I’m so close. I drive 2 little fingers up inside my pussy hole, wet and sloppy. I crank in and out as hard as I can, and with my other hand, I reach around and start swirling my drenched fingers around my little brown hole.
I spit the piss out of my mouth. I’m getting drenched. Mommy keeps peeing. Her body twitches, she moans, no control, close to passing out. Warmth splashes and trickles down my whole body. A literal golden shower. I bring my hand from my asshole up to my tits and chest, rubbing the liquid around, pretending to take a real shower. Sliding under armpit, then down belly, moving my head around to let it hit every angle of my long black hair.
Then back to my asshole. I pump in and out of pussy with one hand, then prod forcefully at my brown hole with the other. I push and push at the asshole. It’s tight, but I keep going. On the verge of orgasm, I force a tiny finger into my sphincter, just one knuckle deep.
And that’s it, I’m over the edge. My legs give out, I drop down to my knees, both hands still penetrating both my holes, piss still raining down, spattering onto my head and neck as I crumple down and begin shaking. I let out a high pitched moan of ecstasy, letting my voice make whatever it wants to. This is probably Ella’s first ever orgasm. I can feel how foreign it is to her. And she didn’t witness it, I did. I can hardly move, just twitching, crumpled down kneeling on the floor, my hands stuck up inside me underneath. The stream of piss slowing, still lightly trickling down on me from above.
I lay like this for a few minutes, unable to move. Wow, that was incredible. I look up and see Grace hanging limply, groggy, only half awake, barely aware of her surroundings. I struggle but finally manage to lift myself enough to let my fingers out from my ass and pussy beneath me. I get a whiff of a lewd, sour smell from my fingers, but it’s quickly replaced again with the gross smell of piss.
I crawl slowly, every inch of movement so difficult. I grab some scissors from the supplies nearby, then make my way over to Kadir. He stands pathetically mumbling to himself, zip-tied to the bed post, staring into space, his mind broken by what he’s witnessed. I put the scissors within reach of his hands on the bed. And I leave Ella’s body to crumple back down to the floor in exhaustion.
Before Kadir can react to his daughter crawling over to him and placing scissors right next to him within reach, I leave her body and quickly possess his.
Ella collapses to the floor, looking around in horror, coming back to reality and failing to understand what’s happening. She looks so cute and helpless. She’s 18, but looks much younger, her body is a late-bloomer, and she’s been so pampered and spoiled by her parents that her mind is completely innocent and naive.
It only takes me a minute to grab the scissors with my bound hands, flip them around toward my wrists, and carefully cut off the zip-tie. I then cut my ankles free, and turn back to Ella and Grace.
Grace, Kadir’s beautiful wife, Ella’s mother, hangs suspended from the four-poster-bed. The corners of the bed have vertical posts going up toward the ceiling. The tops of those have horizontal beams connecting all four corners, for hanging curtains. I’ve been hanging much more than that. Grace’s motherly body is drenched with sweat, facing away from the bed, above the foot of the bed. Her arms bound at the wrist, tied straight up above her head. Her legs are spread wide, hanging at the knees, feet dangling down. Her mouth is forced open in a kinky “O” shape with a gag ring. Her pussy is slightly gaped open, having just been fisted to squirting orgasm by her own daughter’s little hand. Ella lays struggling to get up from the floor nearby, drenched with squirt and piss from her mother.
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