“Hold them to your nose, Karen.” I told her. “Tell me if your daughter desires you.”
Karen, past the point of no return now had surrendered herself to her passion and brought Holly’s panties to her face. Pressing them fully to her, Karen’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she inhaled deeply the soaking crotch that hid her daughter’s waking womanhood.
“Mmmm.” Karen moaned, loudly, taking additional breaths of Holly’s sweet teen aroma.
“Well?” I asked.
“She most definitely wants Mommy, don’t you, daugther?” Karen sang, completely embracing her role.
“Yes, Mommy.” Holly answered, though the word ‘mommy’ had lost all its previous humor and had now become synonymous with ‘lover’.
I reached down behind Karen who, like a cat, arched her back and purred when she felt my touch on her back. Her delight was short-lived, however when I removed my hand as soon as I released the clasp on her bra. Taking a shoulder strap between my fingers, I pulled forward on the bra and taking it as her cue, Karen helped me remove it from her body. Mother and daughter had similar dark reddish-brown nipples and large areola, but it was easy to see the clear difference of which set had fed a baby and which set had yet to.
“Do you remember those long nights when you’d take your crying daughter from her crib and let her feed from you, Karen?” I asked.
“Mmmm, yes.” Karen gasped, her eyes closed, reminiscing of those early days as she stroked her nipples between her fingers and cupped her breasts.
I guided Karen to the head of the bed and had her sit with her back against the headboard. “Call to your daughter and relive the pain and pleasure.” I told her.
“Come and suckle on Mommy, daughter.” Karen beckoned in a sultry voice.
Holly licked her lips and crawled up the bed before curling up in her mother’s arms. The two shared a passionate kiss before Karen placed her hand on the back of her daughter’s head, gently pulling it down to her breasts.
“Latch on, daughter.” Karen told Holly.
“Mhm hmm.” Holly acknowledged, taking her mother’s elongated nipple into her mouth to suck and most of her areola in with it.
Even though Holly had covered her teeth with her lips, it wasn’t enough to keep Karen from gasping and throwing her head back when Holly bit down, latching on. She held Holly close and the two of us watched Holly’s jaw slowly bounce up and down as Karen’s little girl suckled, curled up safely in her mother’s arms.
“How does it feel, Karen?” I asked. “Does it feel immoral or wrong?”
“No.” Karen groaned, “It feels so right.”
“What’s wrong, little one?” I asked Holly, who was whimpering in frustration as she sucked, while clawing at Karen’s other breast. “Is mommy not feeding you?”
Holly just moaned and gently shook her head, careful not to break the seal she had with her mouth.
“Do you wish for your daughter to be able to drink from you again, Karen?” I asked.
“Yes.” Karen gushed with a breathy voice.
Taking Holly gently by the arm, I helped her away from Karen so I could reposition Karen’s legs. I had Karen prop her knees up and eased them open with my large hands. I could feel the shudder in her thighs, eager for my touch to continue its journey down the length of her flesh toward her aching pussy, but again, her moans of protest would denote my refusal to bring her pleasure when I stopped just inches from her dripping hole. Instead, I reached over, placing my hand behind Holly’s young head, drawing her toward the gateway she entered the world from.
“There, little one.” I pointed at Karen’s clit. “That is the nipple that will feed you.”
Both women held their breath in anticipation as Holly lowered her face between her mother’s legs, inching ever closer to the spot where she once brought such great joy to the woman who bore her.
“OHHHH!” Karen cried out, her head snapping back, nails digging into the sheets and arching her back as Holly once again latched onto mommy like a hungry infant.
I was about to say something to Holly, asking her whether she enjoyed mommy’s taste, but that question was already answered by the impassioned assault her mouth and tongue had begun on Karen’s drooling babyhole. As if she’d done this a million times, Holly took to aggressively pleasuring her mother. I no longer needed to guide her as I watched natural instinct take over.
Wrapping her arms around Karen’s thighs, Holly anchored herself tightly against her mother’s pussy as Karen’s hips began to buck and grind against her teenage daughter’s oral worship. Holly drank deep of Karen’s essence as she lapped and sucked from clit to taint, starving for her ‘mother’s love’ that flowed from within Karen’s body into her daughter’s mouth. Karen brought her legs up over Holly’s shoulders, clamping her head in place with her thighs and dug her ankles into her back, locking her daughter in place. Just to ensure that the younger woman remained sealed to the elder’s womanhood, Karen brought her hands down behind Holly’s head, taking handfuls of hair in her grasp and began grinding the teen’s face against her.
Once securely restrained against her mother’s pussy, Holly released her hold on Karen’s thighs and allowed her fingers and hands to begin exploring mommy’s body. One hand worked up Karen’s belly, pausing to admire and caress the stretch marks she’d caused upon her mother so many years ago before reaching up to knead Karen’s breast. The other, slid down under her chin, where Holly began inserting fingers into her mother’s birth canal as her tongue wailed on Karen’s sensitive clit.
Karen looked like a depraved cowgirl as she bucked her hips against Holly’s young face. Her display of unbridled passion could lead one to believe that Karen was trying to force her daughter back into the womb, face first, by how dearly she clung to her daughter’s head. By now, the two of them had developed a rhythm between them and I could her the low animalistic grunts boiling up deep from within Karen as she worked her daughter’s face toward orgasm. Holly was clearly focused on bring her mother climax as I noticed she had closed her eyes and even ceased her ministrations on Karen’s breast so she could concentrate on fucking mommy with her fingers, as mommy fed daughter once again.
“What is your daughter doing, Karen?” I knowingly asked, wanting Karen to hear herself say it.
“Eating my pussy!” She groaned. “Oh, God! My daughter is eating my pussy!”
With that, Karen dug her heels into Holly’s back, lifting her ass off the bed as she pumped away on her daughter’s face.
“I’M CUMMING!” She screamed, staring into the eyes of Holly as she felt her release spray into the teen’s mouth and face.
Holly just held still as Karen took over, slamming her hips into the young girl’s helpless face. In her throes of ecstacy, Karen bucked and rolled to her side, taking Holly with her. Soon she was straddling young Holly and had reduced her daughter to little more than an object to grind and get herself off against. I could see the discomfort in Holly’s eyes as her poor lips and nose must have been pressed and hammered raw from the relentless pounding her mother’s pelvis had unleashed, but she heldfast, for her desire to bring her mother off superceded any thoughts of relief for herself.