Saying only, “Yes,” but I thought, so like my mother.
Laying on my back with Mary sucking on my dick, I looked up at Andrea looking down at us. Her dark blue eyes sparkled as she said, “You look hungry. Want some pussy?” She put a foot on either side of my head and squatted. I looked up to see her sweet pussy coming down toward my face. Its outer lips were open wide, exposing the red blood engorged inner lips that were drenched with pussy juice. It was not especially well lit, but my eyes could see every detail during the few moments that it took for that beautiful pussy to descend to my mouth. During those moments I developed an extreme thirst for sweet salty pussy juice. And at the same time, I felt my dick growing hard once again.
Although I did not realize it, I had raised my head and extended my tongue to hasten contact. With contact made, I tasted the wonderfully sweet salty juice that flowed onto my tongue. I eased my head back to the floor as Andrea gently lowered her weight down on my mouth. She held some of her weight on her legs, but she pressed heavily on my face. I could still breath through my nose, because she had perfectly placed herself. I could do very little except flick my tongue in and out of her puss and drink in her abundant, wonderful pussy juice.
After a short while she leaned forward to whisper to her mother. I did not hear what she said but the action moved her clitoris to my mouth. I flicked my tongue over it, and she moaned. She adjusted her position enough to cause my teeth to lightly rake over her clit. She moaned louder. Increasing the pressure, she again raked her clit over my teeth. She nearly screeched in pain and raised up. “Too hard,” I said into her pussy.
“Sorry mom. I did not mean to scream in your ear,” Andrea said as she kept her clit within reach of my tongue but was no longer racking it over my teeth.
For her part, Mary was in a rhythm, swallowing the head of my dick, holding, pulling off, breathing, and repeating just like she had taught her daughter to do with bananas during Christmas break. It was working like usual. I could feel the pressure beginning to build. Hoping to hold off my cum for a few minutes, I concentrated my attention on Andrea’s clitoris. I changed from an open mouth, to a pucker to suck gently on her clit. This elicited a moan. I sucked a little harder which caused a louder moan. I flicked my tongue over her clit while sucking. This added a vibrato to her moan. I decided she really must enjoy that, so I kept it up.
Andrea experienced several orgasms and I was about to experience one of my own. I knew I could not hold it off forever. I was sure Mary had enough experience that I did not have to warn her, but just in case I thrust with the first surge, so that it went down her throat instead of into her mouth. I allowed her to pull off just enough so that she took the remaining surges in her mouth.
Andrea continued holding her pussy in place, even after my tongue stopped stimulating her. Her pussy juice continued to flow, filling my mouth. I swallowed and wondered if I would ever get enough to satisfy me. I heard Andrea say, “Give me some momma.” They both moved off me to my side. I looked to see them locked in an open mouth embrace, like lovers. Being nearly two feet taller than her daughter, Mary looked almost like a magnified mirror image of Andrea. I was in love, in love with Andrea and in love with Mary. Maybe I loved the mother a little more because she allowed me to screw her. As I watched them hug and kiss, I wondered if we could continue to screw like this.
Suddenly Mary broke the embrace and looked to me, “John, does it bother you to see two girls making out?”
Feeling I had been asked something I was not prepared to answer but also feeling content, I said, “No, not really.” I thought about it a little more as she returned to kissing her daughter and added, “It would if I had not eaten one and screwed the other.”
Andrea pulled away from the kiss and asked, “Whose pussy do you like best?”
I thought for a moment and said, “I never met a pussy I did not like. The one I like most is the one I’m eating.”
Andrea had another question. “Which do you like better, eating pussy or fucking pussy.”
“This is beginning to feel like school,” I said to try to evade the question, but with Andrea still waiting for the answer, I said, “Eating pussy is like preparation, but as long as I can get off in your mouth it is satisfying. But, you know, fucking is the ultimate.”
It would take another four chapters to describe what happened in the next four days but suffice it to say that the three of us were busy in similar ways.
Chapter 16 Two Mother’s Concern
On Friday April 5th I picked mother up at work at five as usual and the first thing she said to me was, “You look exhausted. You look like you need a vacation from you vacation.”
I did tell her I was tired. I wanted to say more, like, my dick is so tired I was not sure it could ever get hard again or that my balls were so empty I was not sure they could ever produce kum again.