Olivia could feel Marcella’s groans of pleasure as her mom’s lips curled and slipped around her crotch as she struggled to keep her tongue moving while her hand worked relentlessly to push Olivia’s underwear into her slippery mess of a vagina. “That’s enough!” Olivia gasped, pulling her mom’s head back, afraid that she might come again if Marcella didn’t stop tonguing her aching opening. “I said clean me everywhere. Not just my pussy you thirsty slut.” She laughed nearly drooling on Marcella’s head, her face flushing almost painfully. “Lick up all this juice while you fuck yourself with my panties.” She rasped, letting go of Marcella’s hair so that her mom could move more freely.
The older woman’s tongue glided up and down her inner thighs, her face dropping as low as Olivia’s shins, keeping her daughter aroused but no longer on the verge of an unexpected climax. Olivia sighed in contentment, slowly shifting and moving her legs one at a time so that her mother could reach all the stickiest, slimiest spots. “You have no idea how good this feels.” She moaned, a dreamy euphoria settling into her bones as Marcella licked and lapped and panted, only pausing occasionally to grimace and grunt as she fucked herself relentlessly with Olivia’s sodden underwear.
“You’d better come, I don’t like how sloppy your licking is getting.” Olivia grinned sweetly, lowering her leg and pushing them together to stop her mother’s advances. “Look at me.” The girl said softly, reaching down and lifting up Marcella’s face by the chin. Their eyes locked. “You’re going to come all over the crotch of my dirty panties you glorious, helpless, whore.” Less than a second later her mom’s legs were shuddering and tears trickled from her eyes as her hips hitched forward. The orgasm was so intense she wept, her face nestled between her daughter’s thighs, still damp from her saliva.
The second Marcella was able to catch her breath and lean backwards again, Olivia gently nudged her sideways with her knee. “Maithri too.” She said, her voice steady and calm. With an eagerness that irked her slightly, her mother shuffled over to the other girl who graciously spread her legs for Marcella’s cautious, questing mouth. Olivia noticed her panties still dangling between her mom’s thighs, it was one of the most obscene things she’d ever seen and set her pussy into a fresh frenzy of pulsing spasms.
“Keep fucking yourself, I didn’t say you could stop.” She rasped, her voice cracking as she pushed herself away from the table and stepped around behind her mother. She stepped forward, pushing her crotch lightly against the back of Marcella’s head, leaning over the older woman to kiss her girlfriend on the mouth. Marcella’s hand went diligently back to work. Olivia almost laughed, her mom was barely managing to lick Maithri and masturbate at the same time, and her girlfriend wasn’t doing much better; eyes fluttering open and shut, mouth gaping open as she moaned in Olivia’s face.
They kissed sloppily, awkwardly, asynchronously. Maithri was drooling all over her own tits, her saliva dripping down into Marcella’s hair, the same hair that Olivia was vaguely grinding against. The whole thing was just fucking crazy. Maithri started to come, actually screaming at the ceiling, her hot juices anointing Marcella for the second time that evening. Olivia smashed her crotch against her mom’s head, forcing her to keep her mouth wrapped resolutely around her girlfriend’s cunt. Then Marcella was coming again, sandwiched between their two nubile young bodies, unable to escape, she shuddered and writhed underneath them.
Olivia did start laughing then, staggering back, tired of the intense frustration of her mother’s wiry hair scouring her burning vulva. It would never be enough stimulation for her to orgasm, it could only drive her out of her mind. Marcella finally leaned backwards, taking deep ragged breaths through her mouth, eyes flashing defiantly up at her daughter. She was trying to grin but couldn’t quite close her mouth far enough to form a proper expression.
Maithri had actually collapsed back onto the table, her legs hanging limply over the side, her livid pussy glistening. If anything she was more of a mess than before Marcella had started licking, but Olivia didn’t actually care, the whole thing had been a pretext anyway. The girl moved back to the edge of the table, leaning between Maithri’s spread legs, stroking her friend’s sleek belly possessively. “You came twice didn’t you?” She asked her mom, whipping around, a little out of breath herself.
Marcella nodded, still too winded to talk properly. Juices dripped steadily down her face, falling from her hair, trickling down her petite breasts, rolling sluggishly over the slopes of her thighs. “God you’re beautiful Marcy.” Olivia croaked, her mouth suddenly exceedingly dry. She leaned down and licked some of the unexpectedly sweet liquid off of Marcella’s cheek, then kissed her softly on the mouth. Her mom inhaled one big breath and then closed her lips so that they could kiss properly. She kissed her mom several times in quick succession, twisting her face back and forth on the final one.
“The panties, I want them back on me, right now.” Olivia commanded, seldom having felt so desperate to be obeyed in her entire life. Moving like lightning, while never taking her eyes off of her daughter’s face, Marcella pulled the panties out of her clenching cunt (It seemed reluctant to give them up); deftly she untangled and flipped them back right-side out. Olivia, grinning like a shark, held up one foot while resting her hands on her mother’s shoulders. Marcella fiercely dragged the mostly defiled shred of lace and secretions up her daughter’s legs, pulling extra hard as she crested Olivia’s thighs and then hips.
The elastic snapped into place, the girl whimpered pathetically as the back seam bit hotly into her ass, the overwhelming sensation of her mother’s hot slimy sex smothering and squishing thickly up into her pussy. “Oh god.” She gasped, her legs suddenly wobbly. Marcella leaned in, gently cupping her daughter’s hips, her lips brushing lightly against her girl’s tightly clenched belly. She kissed it once then withdrew, blushing cutely as she looked down at the floor. “What’s wrong?” Olivia asked coyly.
“Sometimes I still can’t believe you want this as much as I do. I feel guilty.” Marcella said solemnly. Her daughter snorted in disgust, even though she knew her mother was being sincere.
“And how do you think I feel mamãe? Making you do these dirty things for me? Giving you orders, punishing you, rewarding you, training you like an animal, turning you into my personal boneco de merda? If anyone should feel guilty it should be me.” Olivia said sharply. “But I don’t, and do you know why?” Marcella met her daughter’s eyes and shook her head slowly. “It’s because I’m the one in control, I’m the one in charge, you’re my responsibility Marcy. You came to me and gave yourself to me, and I took you and I made you mine.” Olivia smiled softly, her face looked gentle and kind. “You wanted it. I wanted it. We wanted it. But… Feel guilty all you want if that makes it easier for you to accept that I love this.”
Olivia tenderly dragged two of her fingers lightly over her mound, shivering with arousal as she felt what a sodden, slimy mess it was down there. “And that I love you.” She said, looking her mother straight in the eyes, bringing the fingers up to her lips and thoughtfully tasting them.
“Oh meu Deus!” Marcella exclaimed, throwing her arms around her daughter’s waist. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a daughter like you. My sweet, sweet darling, filha!” Her mother blubbered, sobbing as her hot tears soaked into Olivia’s defiled underwear, along with all of her other mystical body fluids. Maithri finally sat up, tightening her legs loosely around both of their bodies.
“Touching.” She murmured dreamily, wrapping her hands around her girlfriend’s breasts, playfully pinching and plucking her nipples as she nuzzled the side of Olivia’s head with her face. “I’m sleepy, can we go to bed?” She asked, yawning. It had been a very long day.
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