“Hanna ended her dairy entry by saying ‘Last night we learned it feels better when someone else does it”.
Upon hearing that I was ready to cum, but instead of Cindy looking down to watch the fruit of her gift and story, she leaned into me, pressing her body against me once more.
I heard her gasp in my ear before she spoke, “Hanna has only written about her time with April once more. She wrote about the first time they went down on each other, but I know those weren’t their only times they touched each other.. After that first night, April started spending the night more often and then the naps during the day started. I’ve walked by Hanna’s room at night, more than once, and it’s been clear…they weren’t sleeping. Plus, teenagers are never as subtle as they think they are. They honestly believe nobody has a clue about what they’ve done, but I know, and now you do too.”
I finally spoke and asked “How long ago was this?”
Cindy replied, “The dairy? Years ago, but it’s never stopped. Even when one of them has a boyfriend, they still have the occasional sleep over. I don’t think they see what they do as cheating since they’re both girls. I think it’s what Hanna said, it just feels better.”
I could hear the arousal in Cindy’s voice as she spoke, and even if she hadn’t been speaking at all, her arousal would have been obvious. The sound of wetness that came from between her legs, as she masturbated more furiously, betrayed any claim that she was unaffected by the events she’d set in motion, if she had dared to deny it..
Cindy then puts the phone down on the arm of the couch so I could still see it if I wish. Taking the panties from my hand, she presses them against my face once more.
Her act of taking over and holding the panties had caused them to shift slightly and I couldn’t smell the sweet scent nearly as well anymore. However, having her hold them to me, demanding through her actions that I imagine what her daughter’s pussy would smell and taste like, made my cock tighten in response to this near incestuous implication.
Her eyes lock with mine and I see her fighting to hold back her own orgasm. I’ve known her long enough to know that once she cums she wants nothing more than to cum again. She was fighting to not cum so she could finish what she had started. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum, but she had started all this by saying today was about me, and she was determined to not derail her own plans, so close to the end, by cumming before I did.
Cindy’s eyes darted to the panties covering the lower half of my face. Her eyes then returned to my eyes so she could watch my reaction as she prepared to confess the depths of her sin. With clarity in her voice she said, “April spent the night this week. Can you guess which panties I found in Hanna’s laundry the next morning, still wet?”
Despite everything that had happened that day, hearing that somehow surprised me. However, like everything else Cindy had done so far, I had no time to dwell on that surprise.
No sooner than Cindy finished asking her question, her hand moved. I felt Cindy’s finger starting to push the panties into my mouth. I opened my mouth further to comply as she said, “Can you taste her? This is what April tasted when she ate Hanna’s pussy. I want you to taste her”
I couldn’t help it. I knew holding back wouldn’t be an option for long as I heard Cindy demanding I actually taste her own daughter’s pussy.
As much as Cindy was watching me, I was watching her and I could see the uncontrollable lust filling her eyes as she urged me on.
I saw her facial expression change as she fought to keep her orgasm at bay, but the hand in her panties never stopped moving and her hips were now thrusting and grinding against my cock and my hand.
Through her own gasps I heard Cindy half beg, half demand, “Cum. I want you to cum tasting her. Cum knowing I brought you this. Show me you like my gift. Cum for me….”
I couldn’t have stopped my orgasm if my own life had been on the line. My cock swelled and released, spraying cum over my hand and stomach, with smaller amounts coating Cindy’s panties and stomach.
I sat there, not knowing, or caring, when I’d last cum so hard or so completely. My legs felt weak, my feet tingled and I was slightly light-headed. During that time my cock continued to throb, refusing to go down, my own internal post-orgasmic relief echoed by Cindy’s own on-going trembling and gasping.
Within a second of me starting to cum, Cindy had begun to cum as well. My release was all the permission her body needed to stop holding back. She’d achieved her taboo goal and there was no reason to deny herself any longer.
As she came, thrusting her hips against her hand and my cock, she pressed herself against me, wrapping an arm around me, holding me tight, and in doing, so she had let go of the panties.
As Cindy’s orgasm finally diminished, I pulled the panties from my mouth and set them down next to me on the couch. I smiled as I watched, and heard the final after-shock waves of orgasmic pleasure sweep over Cindy. With the scent from Hanna’s panties no longer filling my senses a new observation was made. This new, and overwhelming fact, drove home the depths of Cindy’s need….you could smell Cindy’s arousal..
Still on my lap she gave a knowing grin and asked a simple “Did you like that?”
I couldn’t help but smile as I replied, “More than you’ll ever know”.
Once more, Cindy proved she could surprise me if she set her mind to it. Without saying a word, she reached out to pick the panties up from the couch. Turning them inside out she used them to clean my cum off my cock, hand and then both of our bodies. She then carefully folded them, and with no hint of jest in her voice she said “These are going back in her drawer when I get home. When I see them in the laundry again, I’ll let you know”.
Her final message delivered, she stood up. My cock was only now starting to show the first hint of going down, but my own need was far from satiated.
I stood up as well and wasted no time before gently pushing her to the floor. Her legs immediately spread open for me as I lowered my face between her legs. Pushing her panties to the side I ran my tongue along her pussy and I heard her moan even before I reached her clit. I had been teased too long with the idea of her daughter’s pussy to delay any longer. Hanna’s scent and the feint taste the panties offered to me had only made me crave a real pussy more.
Cindy had made everything up until then about me, and that wasn’t changing now. My desires had been awoken and Cindy wouldn’t be leaving until I was certain her pussy would still be sore the next day. After all, what better end to this day could there be than knowing both mother and daughter’s panties had been sent home, stained with my cum?
However, as I continued to lick Cindy’s pussy. thinking about how I’d use her next, another thought crept into my mind…
CONTINUED IN PART-2
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