Her body oscillates in a wave of possessed motion; her ass shifting backward, her abdomen dropping, and her chest jutting outward in one move, and then her pelvis driving forward, her abdomen clenching, and her shoulders pinching back in the next. Her mouth screams a higher and higher note, until it’s a shrill, desperate cry that grows silent in the wake of her orgasm. An astonished, wide-eyed look appears on her face as she stares vacantly toward the ceiling, and her body clenches in a paralysis of ecstasy. The tension in her posture winds, and winds, and then finally, snaps. Her voice returns, her body lurches forward, and she collapses atop her father, whimpering into his heaving chest. The three of them pant exhaustedly for a moment, recovering from the intensity of the act, and a mournful, soft sound permeates from Laurie’s lips. She’s crying.
“Laurie?” Bradley asks, touching a tender finger to his daughter’s face, “Sweetie, are you alright?”
Laurie lifts her head, a curtain of brown curls flowing from her crown and revealing the beautiful, but marred face beneath it. Her big, sapphire eyes are brimming with tears, but her full, pale lips are smiling broadly. It’s bizarre, to see such a rapid transition of emotions, to see her face contorted in lust one moment, and then relaxed in love the next. The evidence of her depravity is still smeared across her endearing expression, and the mixture of spit, tears, and makeup somehow compliments the affectionate look, despite the contradiction of it.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice wavering in emotion, her hand gently cupping her father’s cheek, “thank you, Daddy.”
They come together in a kiss; not the carnal, challenging embrace they engaged in before, but a soft, loving exchange. Their mouths open and close along the crease of their pressing lips, and soft, tender smacks sound from their love. I can practically see the pain, abandonment and regret fall from their bodies, and the forgiveness, promise and love surge into them. I hear a sniffle from my left, and see both Audrie and Sierra wiping tears from their eyes.
“That was so beautiful.” Audrie whispers, resting her head on Sierra’s shoulder, “It’s like I’m watching a really fucked-up Lifetime movie. I love your family.”
“You’re part of the family, Audrie,” Sierra laughs, planting a kiss on Audrie’s cheek, “just because you’re not blood, doesn’t mean you’re not one of us.”
“Just another character in this debauched daytime cable drama,” I chuckle, squeezing the blonde woman’s impossibly supple ass, “now get over there; it’s time for your action sequence.”
Audrie gives us both a delighted, endearing smile, and then rises to her feet, giddy with excitement. She composes herself, puts on a seductive face, and then walks sultrily over to the two awaiting men, her ass forming alternating globes with each lascivious step.
“I just cannot hate that woman,” Sierra says as Audrie swaps spit with Laurie, and then helps her step-daughter to her feet, “I wanted to, but goddamn it, I really like her.”
“I do too,” I say, watching as Laurie limps her way over to the couch, “she’s very open-minded.”
“What do you think, Sweetie?” Sierra laughs as her daughter approaches, her reddened, used holes still gaping from her abuse.
“I think,” Laurie groans, collapsing on the other side of her mother, “that I won’t be able to feel anything below the waist for a week.”
“Is that so?” Sierra smirks, extending a single finger outward and gently pressing Laurie’s prolapse back inside her asshole. Laurie shutters audibly; licking her lips and closing her eyes in bliss as she savors the invasion of her mother’s finger.
“I guess not,” she smiles weakly, “now, what were you asking me?”
“What do you think of your step-mother?” Sierra asks, nurturing her daughter by cleaning the smeared makeup from her face, and gently combing her fingers through the mess of curls snarled atop her head. Laurie glances lazily over to Audrie, who is on her knees, and taking it upon herself to clean her partners off; with her mouth, of course.
“Ellie pegged her perfectly,” Laurie says, smiling over Sierra and looking at me, “eager to please, always trying to impress, and sexually over-compensating; I like her a lot.”
“How did you convince her to do this?” I ask, pulling out my phone and showing her the picture she sent me.
“We played on her insecurities,” Laurie smiles slightly, tracing her finger along the curves of her mother’s side, “we knew she’d want to be the cool step-mom, so we let her try to impress us. Once she got comfortable with us, we revealed the… nature of our relationship.”
“First Audrie, then your own father,” Sierra muses, looking back at me with a frank expression, “I wonder where you learned to be so manipulative.”
“You should have seen her face when Tom kissed me,” Laurie giggles girlishly, drawing her mother’s ire away from me, “it was perfect.”
“I would love to have seen that,” Sierra smiles, taking her daughter’s hands and guiding it between her legs, “tell me everything that happened, in gratuitous detail.”
I press my body against Sierra’s back, spooning her, feeling my breasts squish against her shoulders and my pussy slide against her ample backside. I nuzzle my face against the soft curve of her neck, and kiss her gently in the vulnerable spot, smiling as I hear her breath quicken beneath me. Laurie turns over and presses herself to her mother’s front; her petite bust deforming against the swell of her mother’s bosom, one of her slender legs wrapping lazily over her mother’s thick thighs. She stares her sapphire eyes into her mother’s identical irises, and smiles.
“Well,” Laurie smirks, allowing her mother to guide her hand further down, “first, we smoked a little weed, and drank a little beer.”
“Oh, you’re grounded,” Sierra chuckles, reaching behind herself and spreading one of her cheeks for me, “you shouldn’t have told me that.”
“Then, Audrie and I got in a little wrestling match,” Laurie giggles, caressing her mother along her leaking slit, sending shivers up the woman’s spine that I can feel tremoring against my belly, “and she ended up on top of me.”
“I’ve seen this movie before.” I smile over Sierra’s shoulder as I slide my hand between our bodies, tracing down her spine and nearing the small of her back.
“I thought she might kiss me right there,” Laurie says, her voice barely a whisper, her tones seeping with seduction as she teases her mother while recounting her tale, “but she resisted me.”
“I bet you didn’t like that.” Sierra smiles to her daughter, their eyes still locked, their lips inches apart.
“I was patient,” Laurie says, her eyes sparkling, her fingers still caressing her mother, not penetrating her, “just like I’m being patient with you now.”
“Hmm,” Sierra murmurs contentedly, nestling her body closer to her daughter’s, “you’re testing me again, aren’t you?”
“I am,” Laurie giggles girlishly, though her eyes twinkle mischievously, “one of these days, I’ll find the right combination to unlock you.”
“And then what?” Sierra smiles, releasing her spread cheek as my hand slides between her supple glutes.
“Then,” Laurie whispers, her fingers slickening with the nectar of her mother’s want, “I’ll have you begging between my legs, just like Audrie was.”
As if on cue, Audrie’s voice rings out in abject ecstasy. We turn our attention from ourselves, and watch as the beautiful blonde expresses her lust. Bradley and Tom are standing, facing each other, with Audrie acting as the bridge between them. She faces her step-son, with her arms pulled back behind herself, and clasping their hands together behind her husband’s neck. Her body is curved into a graceful, tan arch; her shoulders resting on her husband’s chest, her perfect breasts jutting toward her step son, her silky abdomen distending forward, and her supple ass deforming against Bradley’s pelvis. She is being impaled, violated by the pull of her own body weight. Her legs straighten and tense at her sides as she slowly descends; her pussy taking in her step-son, her asshole slowly expanding around her husband’s rigid cock. Every inch she drops, her face contorts more dramatically; her mouth falling further agape, her eyes bulging wider, her brow furrowing deeply, creating lines of strain across her smooth forehead. Her voice grows louder and more desperate with each inch she takes in, until her holes finally consume the last of the men supporting her, and she whimpers pathetically.
“God, she’s beautiful.” Sierra mutters, all of us forgetting for a moment that we were about to fuck each other.
“I tried to make her ugly,” Laurie whispers as the men begin to thrust into her step-mom, “but everything I threw at her just made her look hotter.”
Laurie’s right; no matter what image you take of Audrie, every snapshot of her lust looks like it could be a centerpiece in Hustler. Even as the men pound into her harder and harder, her body doesn’t contort in the violence, but gracefully adapts. The elegant curve of her bridging arch bends and shifts between the men taking her, but the motions are smooth and adept. Her face never distorts into an ugly grimace, but expresses her intense pleasure with picturesque dignity. Even the picture I have of her on my phone, with her own panties shoved in her mouth, her innocent eyes, woeful expression and ravaged complexion somehow look pretty, as if she prepared herself for the photo.
“She’s taking this with a lot more grace than you did,” Sierra chuckles to Laurie, reaching forward and grabbing her daughter’s ass, and then dragging her closer, bringing their groins together, “the things that came out of your mouth, Laurie… imagine if your mother heard you say those things.”
“Are you chastising me for my dirty mouth?” Laurie giggles, teasing her mother with one hand, while tracing the outline of Sierra’s lips with the other, “Even after my tongue was in your ass?”
“Such a dirty little mouth,” Sierra grins, their lips brushing against each other, “I’ll have to clean it out.”
Mother and daughter connect in a kiss; their lips forming around each other and sucking gently as their tongues entwine between them. I take an indulgent inhale of Sierra as I pinch my fingers together against her puckered rim; smelling the sweet scent of her desire wafting from her warm flesh. I push my fingers slowly forward, and feel the tension of her sphincter unwind in a welcoming surrender. Her rim opens about my pressing digits, and then tender, glistening flesh of her asshole beckons me inside. She moans into her daughter’s mouth, and presses her body closer to her as my hand moves deeper, and deeper. Her incestual kiss becomes more impassioned the further my hand travels inside her, and I see Laurie falling prey to her mother’s seduction. She ceases her teasing, and slides her fingers into her mother just like Sierra wants her to, gently compelled to give in to Sierra’s overbearing prowess. Laurie never really had a chance against her mother, but I get the feeling that Sierra likes that her daughter tries. One day, Laurie might finally break the woman, but not today. Today, she simply loves her the way Sierra wants her to. Sierra’s lust is controlling, but not domineering; she just makes people want to do what she wants to do. As Sierra’s rim encloses about my violating wrist, and she shifts her hips against me to take it deeper, I realize, that I just did exactly what she wanted. I smile to myself, and push further into her.
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