“Ladies, there’s a saying “If you can’t beat them then join them.” I guess what I’m saying is do we want to get down and dirty right here, or do we want to go upstairs to the king size bed?”
“This is my party” Gillian shouted, “so do you mind if I direct what happens? Here by the pool is just fine; we can use the bed later. I originally wanted to first fuck each of you at separate times, but we’ve already reached the next step so I very much want the pleasure of undressing you as the other watches.” She turned to Karen; “At times like this what do you want me to call you? Is Mom okay, or would you prefer something else?”
“What we’re doing doesn’t change my name; call me what you want. Do whatever feels best for you.”
“OK, Mom, you stand here by me. Bill, sit in that chair. You can take out your cock, but only if you promise to not touch it.”
When Karen was in place Gillian began to slowly remove her mother’s clothes. She started at the white bone buttons on Karen’s red silk blouse unbuttoning each one, and then rubbing her hands over Karen’s chest and abdomen. Gillian walked behind Karen and removed the blouse. She then reached around to Karen’s front to unhook the red bra and slip it down her arms. From the back, Gillian reached around and cupped Karen’s breasts weighing them in her hands before tweaking the nipples causing Karen to shiver. The nipples were already aroused, but now they stood fully extended from the dark pink areola. Gillian shifted her attention to the snap and zipper holding the dark green skirt in place. With those undone the skirt floated slowly to the ground revealing nude colored stocking held in place by a red garter belt, and a pair of red thong panties. Gillian, with her graceful hands, carefully slid the panties down past Karen’s beautiful thighs, knees, calves, until finally she reached the floor where she picked up each foot, and then tossed the panties toward the pool. In this whole time Gillian continually used her lips to caress Karen’s legs, buttocks, and completely shaved vulva area.
At last, with Karen wearing only her garter belt and hose, Gillian directed her to recline on a nearby pool-couch with her arms draped behind her and her legs straddled on each side. In this position Karen’s chest was forced to stretch upward and her sexual organs were fully exposed.
Gillian proved a passionate yet considerate lover. She understood her mother might, at first, have difficulty accepting a deep, tongue-sucking kiss. She began by kissing Karen’s neck; a kiss here, a kiss there, but soon her kisses moved lower and lower until at last Gillian sucked Karen’s right nipple into her mouth. She engulfed the nipple drawing into her warm, wet mouth, circling it with her tongue while applying suction to lengthen it to full erection, and then moved to the other nipple. Back and forth she shifted repetitively increasing the suction on each nipple until she felt the time was right to nibble on a nipple. Karen’s reaction to the use of teeth was instantaneous as she jolted from the arousing abuse of her tits. Twice, thrice, four times she appeared to revel in orgasm, but after four outbursts of sexual release Gillian continued her downward movement toward a more private and sensitive area.
Gillian moved her kisses lower, past the belly button, across the top of the pubic mound, and just before I expected her tongue to sweep along Karen’s pussy crack she quickly shifted position and placed the first daughter to mother passionate kiss on Karen’s mouth. The women, mother and daughter, clasped each other in their arms pulling their bodies so close their nipples collided, all the while they fought a powerful battle of lips and tongues. Karen, as passionate as I have ever seen her, was fully under Gillian’s spell; so much so that when again Gillian delved toward her cuntal area, Karen eagerly lifted her legs and placed her knees to her breasts. This position fully exposed Karen from asshole to clit; a position that Gillian took full advantage of running her tongue up and down that beautiful stretch of flesh. Karen showed her appreciation with multiple orgasms while Gillian’s tongue and teeth tweaked her asshole and nibbled at her clit.
At long last Gillian recognized the signs indicating Karen was reaching that highest level of arousal; that level you reach just before climaxing with a thunderous expulsion of energy, and then returning to earth as a quivering mass of jelly. Gillian continued to lick Karen’s exposed sexual area ensuring the anus was well lubricated. When she was satisfied, Gillian grabbed Karen’s clit with her teeth and pushed one, two, and finally three fingers into Karen’s asshole. Karen took them all then begged for more.
Gillian gazed toward Karen’s face; “Mom open your eyes. Are you listening to me? Good. You can put your legs up or down, whatever you want, but make sure my fingers remain in your ass. Then I want you to rub your clit until you cum so hard, and are so sensitive, you can’t stand anymore. Do you understand? Okay, go for it.”
Gillian continued to push her fingers back and forth in her mom’s asshole while that woman, so aroused she was mesmerized, shifted her knees higher until they were almost even with her ears. Then Karen, using the fingers on her right hand began to rub her clit. Stroking, stroking, stroking she applied steady pressure on her sensitive nub of nerve tissue. Gillian was also active licking with her tongue in, out, and around Karen’s pussy hole, and plunging her fingers in and out of the exposed and stretched anal opening. Muscle tenseness in Karen’s body began to show as she gradually uncoiled her legs so that her feet touched the pool-couch, and arched her back and buttocks. Higher and higher she lifted her buttocks until at last, arched as high as she could stretch, she screamed; “Oh God fuck me, God fucking damn, I’m C-U-M-M-M-M-I-N-G!” Following that outburst all her muscles contracted, and she collapsed into a quivering mass of flesh.
With a somewhat frightened look of concern Gillian asked; “Mom, are you okay? Mom, blink if you’re alright!” Karen blinked, then Gillian, with a self-satisfied grin, turned toward me and said; “Okay Bill, your turn.”
KAREN:
It took a few moments for me to regain control of my senses after the tumultuous and extremely pleasurable sensations, orchestrated by Gillian, my daughter, racked through my body. Only superficially did I hear her tell Bill it was his turn, but I slowly rolled my head, and then my body, in the direction of Gillian’s voice.
Bill was excited. I could tell by the look on his face and the forward projection of his trousers. He walked toward Gillian as if in a daze; maybe it was just shock at all that was happening around him. Whatever was going on in his mind he was clearly not the person in control; Gillian had that job.
“Bill, take off your tie. Good, now rip off your shirt.” Bill grabbed his shirt on either side of the button row and jerked hard causing the buttons to explode from their threads and the material to tear. He removed the tattered remains and awaited further directions.
With her naked 18-year-old body, Gillian brushed her hard nipples against his hairy chest, stomach, and back causing Bill to moan with enjoyment and anticipation. With her hands showing nary a shake, Gillian began to unsnap Bill’s trousers, but then she stopped. “Bill” she said in a very coy manner, “my fingers are dirty, and I don’t want to soil your trousers; please lick them clean.” She looked at him with her large, adorable eyes, and he kneeled to her side, lifted the fingers previously in my ass and began to lick them clean.
After Bill finished, Gillian unsnapped his trousers and allowed them to fall around his feet revealing that above the waistline of his underwear he was shaved smooth. “Bill, how come there’s no hair here? Have you and Mom been a little kinky?” Bill kept his dick, balls, and general pubic area shaved just as he asked me to keep mine shaved. At first I didn’t care one way or the other, but I have come to enjoy sucking his cock into my mouth and not getting pubic hairs wrapped around my tongue or caught in my teeth.
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