**This story is about a sexually frustrated girl in her late teens and her relationship with her dick loving mother**
Seren was lying in bed when she heard her mother return from the pub. She wasn’t returning alone, but that wasn’t unusual. Inaudible chatter drifted up the stairs, followed by tipsy footsteps. On the landing, her mother softly called out her name to see if she was asleep, but Seren never answered.
Her mother’s bedroom door closed, a few moments of murmuring, then it started. The grunts, the moans, and gasps interspersed with the occasional oh god, yes, fuck etc, etc until the inevitable shaky squeal. His victory grunt wouldn’t be far behind.
It was a weekend ritual that Seren had heard numerous times since her mother’s divorce. All that ever really changed was the timing, one Saturday it would last an hour the next a few minutes. Her mother, Nia was never happy the morning after those short sessions.
As for Seren herself, she was a virgin but not totally without experience of men. She had enjoyed a night of intercrural sex once before the divorce but that was over a year ago when things were different. She remembered that night fondly, being handed over to that man by her father, his gentle touch, embrace and oh that tingling labial sensation as his cock rubbed against her.
Oh, she wished he had slipped inside, but the code of “the daughter’s bed” tradition forbade it. Now the only thing that stroked her pussy was her own hand. Seren wasn’t the type of girl who turned heads, no guy beat the meat at night thinking of her. She wasn’t ugly, far from it, but she was no dick twitcher either. She had grown used to seeing guys make moves on her friends, at a buffet she was the bowl of breadsticks between the pizza and scotch eggs.
It was a typical Saturday, Seren returned from her rugby practice to an empty house, stuck a frozen pizza in the oven and scrolled through her phone with one eye as the other half-heartedly watched crap on TV. Mother was already out, it seemed wrong she had a better social life, but there it was.
Seren knew there was always a chance Nia wouldn’t be returning alone. After a late hot soak in a bubble bath, she retired to bed. She wasn’t tired, in truth she was never comfortable meeting these men. Alone in bed, she switched off the light near midnight and waited for her mother’s return.
A rattle of keys and a giggle broke the silence. A stumble in the hallway told her that her mother had a bit too much to drink. Seren wasn’t impressed, drunk sex seemed reckless. Nia clambered up the stairs, it sounded like he had to stop her from falling a few times. “It’s amazing what a guy will tolerate for pussy” thought Seren.
Slomped on the bed, her mother’s slurred speech turned to a snore within minutes. He let out a tut and a sigh, staring at what should have been a good night lying sprawled out in a crumpled dress on top of the bed. Given the late hour, he decided to stay and hope she was into morning sex, or at least cook a nice breakfast.
Seren on the other hand still wasn’t sleepy and began browsing the usual porn sites She was a flicker, fast-forwarding to the good bits before getting bored and jumping to the next video. In between it all, she’d caress her clit until the magic happened.
As she gently stimulated herself she heard him make his way to the bathroom. Porn-inspired thoughts filled her mind, could she do it, no it was stupid to even try, yet her pussy ached for cock. She had fantasised about borrowing one of these visitors many times but never had the guts. Seren plucked up the courage and quietly made her way onto the landing in her bra and panties.
“what am I doing?” she thought, ” it’s now or never, go on you can do it,” she told herself.
He emerged bathroom door and saw Seren standing there. He wasn’t great looking, probably late forties with the beginnings of a dad bod. She pretended to look shocked at seeing a semi-naked man before fixing her eyes on his bulge. She knew what she did next would change everything, she paused a second, smiled and gestured him into her room.
Cautiously he stepped into her room closing the door quietly behind him. He put his finger to his lips in the classic ssshhhhush pose. Seren wasn’t about to bust into song but she appreciated the gesture. He moved close, swept her long brown hair aside and went in for a kiss. He was no movie star but she responded in kind, tilting her head back and parting her lips.
His lips were rough with age and his breath wreaked of lager. He wasn’t drunk, more at that stage where guys lose their common sense and inhibitions. What must he be thinking of her? Like mother like daughter no doubt. He knew what he was doing, his silence, not to wake her mother proved that.
Firm hands on her buttcheeks pulled her close, and as tongues swirled, she felt him swelling against her. His hand slipped inside her panties, rough, cracked and calloused, it caressing her buttocks before pulling them down to one side. Seren knew it was a sign he was eager to go further. She lowered the other side and with a wiggle, they fell to the floor.
Seren looked down and in the broken light saw his cock yearning to be set free. She knew what she had to do. Slowly she squatted down, sliding her hands down his legs for support until she was in position. She lowered his boxers and it sprang out like an angry badger. Personal grooming wasn’t his thing, but despite the ample bush, she could see why mother liked him.
She took the base in her small hand sweeping the steel wool pubes back, it was a trick she had learnt to avoid getting hairs in her mouth and control unwanted thrusting. His fingers ran through her hair before pushing her head down towards his twitching cock. She stretched her lips around him and with a gentle suck sealed him within.
Seren had been giving head for a while, she’d learnt the craft on nights out with friends. Apart from the extra hair, this one tasted no different than the younger ones she’d experienced. But this time she knew it wouldn’t be exploding in her mouth.
The smooth head rubbed on her palate as he glided back and forth with every suck tracing a sweet-salty path. She didn’t want to apply too much pressure, just a light teasing, playful blow job to set the mood and relax her nerves. Much as she got a kick out of them she was no porn star, her small mouth only allowed 4 inches before she risked gagging.
He, like so many before, didn’t seem to mind. He sensed her limitations and avoided thrusting, instead savouring the delights of her warm tender mouth as it gently massaged him to an uncomfortable hardness. Only burying it deep within her pussy would bring relief.
It was only fair that he returned the favour, and so in time-honoured fashion, he laid her on the bed, parted her slender thighs and admired the smooth mound that put his unkempt bush to shame. A droplet at the base of her vulva said more than words ever could.
Its Chardonnay taste delighted his tongue as he ran the tip between her labia before swirling it around her clitoris. Seren gasped and raised her hips pushing herself onto his face. A few soft clitoral massages between his lips before a diving tongue tested her readiness. Strong and muscular it writhed within her, his hot breath seemed to fill her as he lapped and probed like a starving dog.
He stopped to explore her breasts, gently caressing them, one in each hand like a pair of oranges twiddling her nipples under his thumbs. Then taking his cock in hand guided it to her desperate pussy. This was it, no going back now. Her heart thumped so loud she feared it would wake mother. She’d explored herself before but this was the real deal, an organic live throbbing cock was about to enter. Her moment had come. She tried to focus so she’d always remember it.
He didn’t mess around, no teasing, head to the hole and with a single swift thrust, he buried it deep. It wasn’t the slow penetration she had rehearsed, but thankfully not painful. Yelling was the last thing she wanted but she couldn’t help but gasp. There was a slight ache but the significance of being penetrated meant more to her than the physical sensation. He paused for a second, turning to look at the partition wall, her mother’s drunken snoring faintly drifted through. He smiled and leaned forward supporting his weight on his forearm as so not to squash her too much.
Seren’s spread legs instinctively clambered, vying for grip like tendrils looking to lock around a tree. She began to explore the bulging hard mass inside her, contracting and shifting her pussy around the visitor. It seemed part of her yet alien. The pressure on the walls and the feeling of fullness weren’t that different to things she had masturbated with. Yet for all the practice this felt different, for all the pleasure they brought they were an inferior substitute.
Suddenly he started to move, propelling his cock back and forth in a smooth gliding motion. Seren had to admit it felt pretty good. With each push she felt herself yielding to him, expanding as his head pushed up then collapsing on its retreat in a cycle of swirly goey delight.
Seren looked him in the eyes smiling, she so wanted to say “so this what sex is like,” but she knew she couldn’t. Regardless, he could clearly see she was enjoying his performance. His body writhed on hers as his swaying hips rhythmically pumped his cock in effortless harmony. Her pussy seemed to flutter with each stroke, god it was good.
Deep down Seren knew he would probably fuck anything in a skirt, but she didn’t care. She was having sex, real sex, and that’s what mattered. It wasn’t with some amazingly hot guy but at least he hadn’t nutted in 30 seconds. Besides, you don’t drive a Porsche on your first attempt and it was dark.
‘FLUSSSH’ The unmistakable sound of the toilet. They both froze and held their breath. An eternity seemed to pass as Nia’s fuzzy mind slowly pondered where her man had gone. She headed back to her room, his clothes were still in draped on the bedside cabinet. She crept downstairs, missing a few on the way, perhaps he was getting a snack. An empty kitchen left her with only one conclusion. Seren wasn’t screaming for help, Nia knew her daughter must have consented. It didn’t dawn on her that it might have been her idea. Quietly she made her way back upstairs and back to bed.
Both were relieved that Nia never came busting in. He had his dick in willing young pussy and a mother who was turning a blind eye. There was no point stopping, raising his torso he swept Seren’s legs back and started to fuck her unrestricted by the constraints of silence. Seren held on tight to take her fucking no longer analysing each thrust. All she could do was surrender to the ride, cling on and enjoy.
He came with little warning, a grunt, a tremble and whoosh, a deep pulsating cock filled her with cum. Seren had heard mixed reports but she could definitely feel each spurt. Physically it was nothing special, sure all that twitching, shuddering explosive few seconds felt pretty good but not much more than the thrusting did. Yet it accentuated the fact she had just been fucked, she had finally went all the way.
Both lay awake for ages. Seren fell asleep first and when she woke he was gone. What time he left was a mystery but breakfast was awkward. Neither mother nor daughter mentioned it last night but it was clear it was on both their minds. Perhaps it was the hangover that kept Nia quiet, but Seren knew a ‘talk’ was only a matter of time.
Seren had stuff to do, the beach was calling and the ice cream at that little kiosk wasn’t going to eat itself. A quick check to see if her friends were still up for a dip and she was off. Seren felt relieved to get out of the house, a undocked hungover mother was never a great combo at the best of times.
A few paracetamol and 5 cups of coffee later Nia was feeling a bit better. Last night wasn’t a total blur, through the haze she remembered those extra shots that put her over her limit. And she definitely remembered Carl bringing her home and her wanting to rest her eyes for 5 minutes.
As for Seren, Nia always knew that one day she’d have sex. Every parent knows that one day a man will lay down their daughter and fuck her, it’s just what you’ve got to accept. But Nia expected better from Seren, she had a good head on her shoulders, wtf was she doing messing around with old drunks? How far did she actually go? Just a thigh-job? Oral? Deep down Nia knew the truth.
Seren hadn’t been bringing boyfriends home or even one-night stands like a normal girl. But the signs were there, the missing carrots and cucumber, those extra long showers. Girls need dick, it’s a fact of life. She wasn’t a bad-looking girl but had always lacked confidence, so this was well out of character.
It wasn’t like Seren was cock-clueless, Nia knew she gave blowjobs and had indulged in a thigh job. More notably she knew she enjoyed them. She could have easily brought a guy home umpteen times, so why didn’t she? Nia racked her brains, was she to blame? Did Seren feel uncomfortable because of her?
Nothing made sense, she’d always been open and approachable. Hell, she even motivated her in the past to do stuff. A mother knows when a daughter wants to and just needs a little permission to cross that line. It was Nia’s fault for not picking up the signals.
Nia poured her 6th coffee of the morning and opened a pack of biscuits. She recalled how she was encouraged to take the plunge and suck off that guy at cousin Emma’s hen night party. She could see in her eyes the desire to take part in the activities and how her shyness and nerves about being judged stood in the way.
Nia remembered how the girls would be saying “go on Seren,” when a guy came over and how she’d coyly shake her head. He’d leave with another girl and Seren would try and hide her disappointment. It wasn’t until she herself said it was it ok that Seren plucked up the courage.
On that night, Nia had approached a guy she knew. Twenty-five, decent-looking and more importantly not some knobhead. She spelt out her concerns about Seren and made him aware of her inexperience. When he made his move on Seren and led her away, Nia knew at least she was safe.
Nia thought back to the time she and her Ex gave Seren to Luke on that cold winter’s night he came to stay. How they had long calm discussions with her beforehand about it to gently persuade her. When her husband offered Seren to him that night they both knew she was in safe hands.
Even so, they had taken precautions in the form of a covert camera so they could monitor the situation. She recalled how the picture quality was grainy in the dark room but it was clear Seren was less timid in the privacy of her own room. When Luke’s cock tapping on her clitoris made her orgasm they knew they had made the right choice.
Kia realised she had neglected her motherly responsibilities towards her daughter. She had got lucky, Carl was a good guy but it could have gone so badly wrong with someone else. There was only one thing any decent mother could do now, she had to get her daughter some decent dick to rebuild their relationship.
Seren’s friend dropped her off in the evening. She hadn’t been looking forward to coming home but nothing was said. Nia had thought it best to keep quiet, she had so much she wanted to say but sometimes silence is what’s needed. The following days passed as if nothing had happened, yet it slipped from neither’s mind
It was Thursday night, the usual routine, an evening in front of the TV interspersed with light conversation.
“You at rugby tomorrow night?”
Seren couldn’t see the point of the question, she was there every Friday, ” yeah, as usual.”
“Fancy skipping it, coming out with me and a few of the girls?”
Seren was a little taken back, she had never invited her out on one of her pissups. Obviously, she was trying to reach out to her. Given the past events it seemed inappropriate to decline.
“Could we hold on until 7? I’ll be home by then.”
It was a quiet country pub, the type on a winding road between two insignificant villages. Inside had a medieval decor that mixed with Victorian in a weird yet comforting rural way. Waiting at a round wood corner table were Nia’s drinking buddies.
Beca was a fat bleach blonde, not the gargantuan gut gobby type, she was a fun-loving spherical bubbly blonde who looked like she should be hanging from a Christmas tree. If Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum ever had a sister it was Beca. Her ample breasts seemed to mirror her rounded frame as they heaved and bulged out of the top of her white blouse.
As for Catrin, she was what Seren dubbed a shadow slut. She didn’t look or act like she handed that pussy on a plate, yet those little subtle hints were there. While other women in the pub had half their tits hanging out, and skirts that screamed free entry, she gave off just enough sexual energy to allude to her true nature. She was the one every guy in the office wanted to bang but would never confess to, the one who said more with a tiny smile than the vulgar posturing of a coarse cumbucket ever could.
Nia, as usual, reeked of desperate divorced milf, that half-price steak near its sell-by date in the reduced items aisle, and among them all little out of place Seren a tweeting chick among clucking hens.
For the first hour, the table rang with gossip about various women that Seren hadn’t even heard of, how Gwen looked in ‘that dress’ and how Brenda had cheated on her vegan diet. Seren feigned interest as best she could as she slipped on a dry cider.
“oh look, look,” said Catrin, drawing their attention across the room, “Karen’s going for a KFC.”
Seren looked over but had no idea what she was supposed to be looking at.
Nia came to the rescue, “You see that guy in the purple plaid top? That’s KFC cos he’s got a knob like a chicken wing. Poor girls going to be so disappointed.”
She turned to Beca, that reminds me how did the night with Vincent go? Did he deliver?”
“First class, large parcel” she laughed.
Again Nia explained, “he’s the postman, he drives a red van, so it’s Vincent fan goch, get it?”
Seren groaned, dad jokes were bad, mum’s Welsh jokes were worse, “guess it explains why the post’s always late.”
“Oh Dewi and Dai are coming over,” said Catrin, ” ours not to wonder why ours is to Dewi and Dai.”
“Mind if we join you?” asked Dai, already pulling up a chair.
Both men looked early to mid-thirties, obviously brothers with Dai looking the elder and more dominant. The woman didn’t seem too bothered by then.
“I don’t think you’ve met Seren, Nia’s daughter,” said Catrin
“No, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure.”
“Steady on, you haven’t even brought her a drink yet,” giggled Beca.
Seren’s gut instinct told her they had been more than drinking buddies with the girls in the past. Beca had already started pointing her breasts at them in the way women do to men but not to each other. Catrin’s change in body language was more refined, a lot of men wouldn’t have picked it up, holding a glance the fraction of a second too long, that sly little smile for no reason. Catrin’s subliminal messaging would make many a guy uncomfortable, yet firmly ensured a place in their wank bank.
As for her mother, Nia wasn’t giving off any signals other than platonic familiarity. Yet, by the way, Dewi was looking at her she deduced otherwise. The men reminded Seren of how her dogs would emit an air of diplomatic friendliness yet still had that “please can I have a bone” look about them.
Seren was right, the language, although not vulgar was growing more suggestive, even if most of it was coming from Beca’s mouth. Seren couldn’t help feeling a little aroused by the increasing sexual tension. She wasn’t the only one who wasn’t sitting comfortably, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
In the far corner of the pub was an unassuming door that led out back. There wasn’t anything there, the rear of the pub just backed onto a small disused paddock that itself backed miles of moorland. So when a young couple quietly reentered looking a little flustered, obvious conclusions were jumped to.
“Any you girls up for bit of that tonight?”
Seren wasn’t expecting such a direct question, perhaps a discreet whisper in a ear but not something so open. She wasn’t too surprised when Beca jumped at the opportunity of Dai’s offer. He had been eyeing up Catrin for the past hour, perhaps that’s why Beca acted so quick.
The two of them casually made their way to the back door like they were going out for a smoke. Neither smoked and even if they did most headed to the front anyway. The paddock was barely lit except for a small door lamp that cast a feeble light over the uncut grass and scattered troughs, crates and dented barrels.
Dai took out his phone and used the flashlight to follow a trail of flattened grass to a break in a hedge. It was a good spot, dry, sheltered and if you ignored the odd bit of desiccated sheep poo fairly clean.
Beca would have liked a bit of moonlight but had to settle for doing things by touch. Luckily Dai had the size of dick that wasn’t hard to find in the dark. He unbuckled his pants and lowered them to his thighs.
“I could do with a bit of a hand getting to full mast.”
“Old age catching up on you is it grandad? Come on, give it here.”
She took his semi in her hand, it was erect and swollen but not quite there yet. Even so, her hand could not fully embrace its girth as she massaged him to his full potential. Her hand twisted and turned as it glided up and down his shaft, the pressure so light and delicate his nerve endings danced with every random movement.
But, Beca wasn’t standing in the corner of a cold welsh field at night just to wank a guy off. Like a horse that loved to gallop she longed for that ride.
“So, what’s it going to be then?” asked Dai. It was a pointless question, Beca always picked doggy, but he didn’t mind. She was a chubby little cumdump just made for a good hard ploughing.
He put his coat on the ground for her to kneel on. She gave her bum a cheeky wiggle as she did and was rewarded with a slap. The designer of her skirt would have wept at a woman of her age and shape wearing it, but Dai delighted in folding it over to reveal her black satin thong.
He rolled it down to reveal his prize. It’s always best to test the water before you dive in and this time two probing fingers ensured he wouldn’t bang his head. He wiped his wet fingers on his cock as if treating it to an appetizer.
“For fucksake just stick it in. I want fucked not a medical exam.”
“Can’t resist my dick eh?”
That long slow plunge into her moist depth felt so good. Even as he reached his limit she seemed to draw him in more. Beca swayed back and forth encouraging him to show her what he could do. Dai knew the score with Beca, pump hard, pump fast, pump deep and if you can do all that and hold back then you’ll be rewarded with a shuddering geyser, Beca wasn’t a squirter, she was a bust pipe.
Dai drove his meat deep with each thrust, he was sure the pub customers could hear the squelching and slapping. Her quivering pussy lapped up each stroke, his hips and thighs working in perfect unison to drive his full length over and over.
With each thrust his cock hardened and swelled, the veins bulging and rippling like a bodybuilder’s forearm. A lesser man would have unloaded in a minute at this pace. Beca was unashamedly a size queen and cock gourmet. Dai’s dick ticked all the boxes as it expertly hammered away.
A mumbling hushed “fffffuckkk” prewarned of the coming flood, he gripped her hips as she bucked and thrashed before with a long groan opening the sluice gates, drenching him in her hot juices. She turned her head looking at him gratefully as if to grant him both thanks and permission to cum. Dai needed a few more minutes but Beca wasn’t complaining. She rocked her hips to counter his and squeezed her pussy around him. It was too much to bear, his balls emptied in a single surge.
They returned to the pub, barely anyone paid attention to their reentry. The old oak grandfather clock by the window showed they’d only been gone less than 15 mins. Seren wondered if she wasn’t there would her mother have gone with him instead?
Catrin smiled, “bet you scared a few badgers.”
“God, I needed that, have you been fighting over who gets Dewi’s dick?”
“I’d help out but she’s drained me,” quipped Dai, “I’ll need a week to recover.”
Dewi looked each girl in the eye before picking Catrin. Seren was relieved, she wasn’t sure how to react had she been picked and the thought of sitting there with three people she barely knew while her mother got ploughed would have felt awkward. Perhaps Dewi knew this as he glanced back as they exited the pub.
Beca looked at Seren, “You never said if you’ve got a boyfriend.”
“No, single at the min.”
“Fucking hell if I knew I would have picked you instead, quick ring Dewi before he dips his dick,” joked Dai.
“Aren’t you scared of being caught outside?”
Beca answered, “Nah, half the people in here have flattened the grass out there. If anyone else comes out they’re up to the same.”
Nia chipped in, “long as you’re discreet the barman doesn’t mind. Same with the toilets, keep the noise down and there isn’t a problem.”
“Suppose you get your action off apps and stuff, not used to this old school stuff?” asked Beca. Seren just smiled.
“I still remember that hen party when that guy led you away, was like watching a scared puppy,” added Nia.
Beca smirked, “Get a good fucking did we?”
Seren blushed, “No it was just a blowjob, nothing else.” She hoped Beca would leave it at that but experience had taught her that fat women rarely let things lie.
“First one?”
“Yeah.”
“Good girl, bet you’ve given a few since then? ” again she looked at Nia “Bet she’s noisy when she brings guys home, the quiet ones always are.”
Nia felt a tad ashamed of the fact Seren wasn’t entertaining guys in her room like a normal teen. “Oh, she’s respectful of my sleep.” Seren was thankful for the tactful answer.
“Quiet, you need to bring better guys home,” said Dai “We had to turn the radio up last Saturday with our daughter.”
“Our daughter?” thought Seren to herself “Is this guy married? I don’t see a ring.
Catrin and Dewi returned, she was looking a bit ruffled but with an air of satisfaction. He wore that calm sedated post-orgasm look and as he sat back down a light whiff of the scent of semen hit Seren’s nose.
Catrin took a sip of her gin and tonic, “You’re a bit slow tonight Nia, usually you’ve flirted with a few guys by now.”
“Nia’s just been telling us Seren likes gobbling guys,” interrupted Beca.
“God, I wish this woman would shut up,” thought Seren.”
“Don’t we all?” answered Catrin with a wink, “Tell you what I’ve never seen in here for a while, a carry-off.
“You’re right there, used to get at least one a weekend at one time,” replied Dewi.
Nia spotted Seren’s puzzled expression, “A carry-off is where a guy throws you over his shoulder and carries you off.”
“Isn’t that called rape?”
Catrin laughed, “I’ve never seen a carry-off scream for help”
“Seen plenty need help walking afterwards though,” replied Dewi, “Didn’t your Tegan get a carry-off by that rugby player here a while back?”
“Yeah, right in front of her ex, you could hear his heart breaking.”
“I’m lost, some random guy just walks up, carts you off, and has his way?”
Beca explained, “Christ no, you’d end up with every pencil dick virgin wanting a go. What happens is one of your friends texts someone else in the pub to come and claim you. Here I’ll show you. Take it you’re up for it Nia?”
Beca swivelled her head scouting out the pub before tapping a message on her phone. Seren’s hope her mother would behave tonight ended with a bleep of Beca’s phone. Still, her mother hadn’t made a fuss about her fucking that guy last week, she guessed she least owed her for that.
An eternity seemed to pass, guys would walk up, then walk right passed on their way to the bar. With each passing Seren held her breath to see who would carry off her mother.
“Hello girls, need a lift?”
Seren turned around to see two men in their mid-thirties standing there. She glanced back at her mother with a “WTF has Beca done” look. Her mother’s face seemed to agree. This was awkward, Nia hadn’t planned this. Heads in the pub turned as people twigged on what was happening. Both girls knew they had to stand up.
The men bowed down, grabbed them by the hips and with one swoop threw them over their shoulders before proudly marching off with their prizes.
Dozens of eyes stared at her all knowing her fate as the door closed behind her. Could she back out once outside, perhaps offer a blowjob? Would that embarrass or please her mother? Neither girl spoke as the men lugged them along the back wall into a corner
As the men slipped the girls off their shoulders to their feet, Nia knew she had to make a choice. She glanced at her daughter and made the only choice any decent mother can make, she had to lead by example and stuck her tongue down his throat.
Seren’s man pulled her towards him and swept in for a kiss, at least he was better looking than the last guy. As tongues wrestled the men walked the girls backwards until they pressed against the tiled wall.
A hand slid inside Nia’s blouse, cradling her breast at its fingertips. She enjoyed its touch yet her mind was on Seren. A quick sideways peek put her mind at ease, she wasn’t struggling.
Seren was telling herself over and over again that if her mother never minded about her previous sexual experiences then she would be ok with this. A hand up her skirt confirmed he was after more than a blow job. His fingernail delicately stroked on top of her damp thong before working their way inside.
A rattle of belt buckle distracted them both, they stopped for a moment to see Nia’s man’s trousers fall to his ankles. She hitched her skirt up, pulled her panties to the side, smiled at Seren, then accepted his cock with a satisfying sigh as it slowly vanished out of sight. Her skirt dropped as she threw her arms around his neck.
Seren’s man followed suit, as his pants fell a large cut cock sprang to attention. She looked down, spread her legs and waited. He moved forward and as he raised her skirt she glanced over at her mother. Both of their heads were looking at her. Nia gave a reassuring nod and watched as Seren’s eyes bulged as she was penetrated.
It was only Seren’s second cock inside her but it was about the same size, just better trimmed. Nia knew Carl’s style, steady and smooth he’d make love as if he were dancing. This was going to be a whole different experience for Seren. Was she even ready?
Nia felt his cock rocking into her at pace, she had to admit he was pretty good. His cock beat out a steady rhythm as its tip grazed her cervix, her experienced pussy taking its pummelling in its stride. It had been two weeks since her last time and she was getting the fuck she desperately needed.
Nia looked once more to the side, Seren was tight against the wall. He had lifted her small frame and both her legs were off the ground. Her body rapidly bounced as he thrusted in and out. She clung on with the same startled doe expression she had years ago on a rackety rollercoaster.
It was a fair observation, the speed of his thrusts barely gave Seren time to gather her thoughts. She wasn’t making love, she was getting fucked. There wasn’t time to respond or try anything, all she could do was hold on and surrender to her fate. His cock churned her up deep inside, every thrust felt different yet tapped out the same beat. A confusing maelstrom of pleasure and pain that both frightened and enthralled in equal measure.
Nia felt herself being pushed close to the edge, she prayed he’d last a few more minutes and tip her over. With each pump, the pressure built until suddenly she clenched tight and contorted in euphoric spasms letting out a trembling moan.
A river ran down his leg, as he continued to thrust losing neither pace nor rhythm into her quivering pussy. As those delightful after-tingles danced inside her mind once again turned to her daughter. Her pussy was getting tapped like a bongo drum as she sang with a panting whispering whimper and shook like a bone shaker over cobbled streets.
Nia knew no girl could take a fucking like that and not climax hard. She was pretty sure that Seren had only experienced clitoral orgasms and as pleasurable as they may be, are little preparatio8n for a full-blown cock driven orgasm.
Suddenly a pulsating cock sent waves crashing against Nia’s cervix. A flurry of three eruptions gushed into her. He panted like a greyhound at the end of a race and slowly withdrew. Nia smiled and handed him a tissue.
An aching tension was building in Seren’s pussy, a tingling buzzing throbbing scary feeling. Like a roaring thunder on a heavy night release came with a crashing bang. A deep clapping manic rumbling explosion. Seren let out a shaky vulgar exclamation writhing and contorting before descending into a quivering wreck.
In the gushing quake, Seren missed the sweet sensation of receiving his cum. He lowered her to the ground, it felt like setting ashore after riding stormy seas.
“Good eh?” asked Nia as she passed tissues to them both.
Seren answered with an exhausted nod.
“Do you want a minute before we go back inside?” asked her man looking at her wobbly legs.
“Back inside? I don’t think I can take any more dick tonight.”