“Well. That’s very sweet, but I’d have to check with your girlfriend first.” Marcella said in a low, somewhat obsequious voice, her eyes moving slowly back over to her daughter’s face, her expression pensive, wearily curious. Olivia snorted.
“Although that’s not possible right now… Because she wasn’t wearing any today!” The girl laughed, slipping her hand down Maithri’s leg and pinching her ass so that she yelped and twisted sideways, her arms curling up cutely between their bodies as she recovered from the sudden shock. Olivia just chuckled and crossed one leg in front of the other as she got even more comfortable in leaning against the edge of the table. “But yeah, if you want.” She grinned benevolently at the pouting girl who was now glaring while rubbing her tender bottom.
Her expression changed immediately, a warm smile spreading across her face, she turned back against the table, mimicking her girlfriend. Olivia slowly uncrossed her legs, her face wrinkling up cutely as her thighs briefly stuck together. “Ugh, sticky.” She murmured, spreading her legs farther apart. She glanced up at Marcella who was standing in front of them, clutching her daughter’s underwear in both hands, her eyes uncertainly moving back and forth between the two girls.
“I’m glad you asked, both of you actually.” Olivia murmured, feeling her mood shifting. “You.” She looked at her mother. “Because you’re so well behaved and obedient and you deserve to be rewarded for showing me that you understand who decides what you can and cannot do. I know it’s difficult sometimes, especially when that unruly body of yours is telling you to let go and lose control, to surrender to the pleasure and excitement of the moment. But you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you Marcy?”
She asked, her tone sharp and challenging as she reached out and pulled Marcella closer. Her mom stumbled forward, nearly falling into her and actually letting out the most ridiculous little whimper that Olivia had ever heard. She held the older woman’s arms firmly, stopping her from slumping over, or backing up. Her mom nodded frantically, her eyes fluttering closed.
“And you.” She turned her head to look at Maithri. “Because there’s no way I can do it all by myself, my poor, wretched, horny, mother has a bottomless appetite for dirty things like this, and as the one in charge of her pussy it’s my responsibility to make sure she’s satisfied. Or at least as satisfied as she can be.” The girl snorted in Marcella’s direction as the older woman squirmed and blushed and refused to look either of them in the eyes.
“I’m glad I can help.” Maithri said a bit breathlessly as she fixed her eyes on the older woman’s face. “I am going to put some on tonight though, just for you.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously and she licked her lips. Marcella finally looked up, and there was something bestial in her expression. Olivia started to wonder if she should say something, before things got even more out of hand, but it was too late, Maithri had already started talking again.
“I know what you do with them.” She said softly. “Hold them up to your nose and sniff them, stick out your tongue and lick them, put them in your mouth and suck on them, and even after all that you put them on and wear them. I totally get it Marcella, I get you.” The girl murmured dreamily. “I can’t get enough of her either.” She said, glancing over at Olivia and grinning. “She smells and taste’s so good.” Maithri grunted lustily, leaning in suddenly, nuzzling her girlfriend’s neck and ear making her squeal until she was laughing.
“That tickles!” She snorted, pulling away, a blissful smile haunting her partially open mouth.
“You’re my family now.” Maithri murmured, her expression darkening slightly. “You don’t have to hide anything anymore.” Her tone had become incongruously morose, her eyes downcast. Olivia had the feeling that her friend was lost in distant yet still painful memories of her traumatic past. But then the girl shuddered and her head snapped back up, her gaze beautiful but intense, long black lashes ringing her dark brown, almost black eyes. “I want the three of us to get closer, because the truth is it hurts, I understand how you feel because I feel the same way, and it makes me jealous Marcella.”
Maithri reached out and put her hands on both sides of the older woman’s face, gently stroking her cheeks with her thumbs. “You may belong to her, but she belongs to me, and I need you to understand that.” The girl said hoarsely her voice almost breaking. Olivia was still holding her mother’s arms, not entirely sure where this was going to go, but unexpectedly moved by her girlfriend’s words. “I can’t pretend that I’ll ever have what the two of your share, but I can at least have a taste of it.” She smiled, looking both resigned and resolved.
Marcella smiled back, her partially restrained face forming an unusually complex expression, a core of tenderness (maternal Olivia thought), wrapped in a wistfully nostalgic (or bemused) acceptance, all of it run through by a piercing white-hot needle of sexual desire. They all felt it, like an overwhelming pressure pushing in on all sides, forcing the three of them together, threatening to crush their soft warm bodies into a single mindless mass of writhing flesh and fluid, if they spent even one more minute deliberating…
Maithri titled the older woman’s face up so that they were looking each other in the eyes. Olivia held her breath, feeling the tension washing over her in waves, feeling her crotch pulsing, erratic little spasms eating away at her sanity and composure, she tightened her grip on her mother’s arms to steady herself. “So you’ll take my panties.” The Indian girl murmured, her jet-black glistening curls bringing her olive complexion into sharp focus. “Just like hers, and you’ll smell them and lick them and wear them.”
It sounded vaguely like a question but all three of them understood that it was clearly a statement. Marcella’s eyes moved, fixing on her daughter’s face, searching desperately for what? She did not know. Approval? An intervention? Did her mother really want to do this? Olivia tried to imagine what was going through Marcella’s head, but was unable to be certain of anything. Then she realized that her mother wasn’t asking for help, she was waiting for her command.
She almost laughed. Of course, it was so easy to forget, to trivialize the words she’d said so recently, but Marcella had taken them to heart. Olivia’s mother was not playing out a role or living out a fantasy, she was submissive to her very core. Even now her daughter had trouble believing it was true, believing her own words. How easy it was to casually say things like You’re mine. and I’m in charge. But making it so required accepting the scary feelings that lurked so deeply in her own treacherous heart.
What do I want? She asked herself, slightly dizzy, almost high on the exhilarating rush of power she felt as she dove and swum fearlessly down into that welcoming abyss. Her body tingled from head to toe, her pussy and tits throbbed, every muscle flexing and revealing its unfathomable strength. And what she found down there was not the darkness that she feared but the light she so desperately needed to survive. Its heat enveloped her, a warmth and security as visceral as returning to the womb. After a momentary blindness, bathed in its brilliance, she looked around and saw everything.
“Yes.” She said simply, finally releasing Marcella’s arms. “And you’ll love it.” She said softly, not entirely sure if she was talking to just her mother. Glowing from within, the journey to her inner depths having showered her tinder-dry soul with sparks, swathing it in a swirling smoke and fire that she had no recourse but to spread about, lest it consume her completely. “Your reward.” She gasped, grabbing her mom’s shoulders and pushing her down onto her knees.
She didn’t need to be rough, Marcella moved gracefully sinking underneath her daughter’s palms, anticipating her needs, knowing in a way that only another woman, yet more specifically her mother, could. Still she paused, her hands placed delicately against the girl’s bare quivering thighs, her nose so close to Olivia’s mound that she could feel her mother’s rapid breathing caressing her skin. “I’m so dirty down there.” Olivia panted. “So sticky and sweaty from walking.” She said, gently and blindly stabbing her fingers into her mother’s nebulous wiry afro.
“Make it clean, and make me come, lick everything Marcy.” Olivia pulled her mom’s hair, dragging her face and eager mouth up and into her vulva, which was already spasming so fast and hard that her legs felt like jelly and she was worried that her knees would give out. Marcella’s hot tongue pushed instantly inside her, the rest of her mouth and hands moving with surprising tenderness. Her fingertips grazed her daughter’s thighs, her lips stroking and suckling Olivia’s labia. The girl came almost immediately, her juices spraying and gushing everywhere.
Her legs shuddered but her mother held her up with her hands, gripping her daughter’s ass ferociously, her tongue still buried deeply, her brain blanking as she let the juices stream down her face, fireworks flashing behind her tightly closed eyelids. Every pulse of Olivia’s cunt, squeezing her tongue, trying to pull it deeper while nearly pushing it out, an unbearable delight. Olivia clenched her teeth, squealing through them, her orgasm going on and on, the feeling of her mother’s hands gripping her ass so desperately and possessively, sending her so much higher.
As soon as she’d recovered enough to speak she looked down, breathing heavily, her chest heaving, especially thankful for her small tits because she could see everything below. She noticed her underwear, a rumpled vulnerable little pile on the floor between her mother’s knees, in a puddle of their mutual drippings. “Take my dirty panties and shove them in your needy cunt!” She nearly screamed as Marcella’s tongue resumed stabbing and twisting inside her. Without hesitation her mom snatched them up off the floor with one hand and shoved them violently between her legs.
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