Tongues came into play again. It’s was perhaps harder in in this position, but Moira’s camera showed closely how it was achieved, and sis’s blonde and mom’s brunette head started moving together. Their gentle hands caressed each other’s hips and asses, holding them for support, and their sensitive breasts jiggled and touched against the other’s body as it moved in unison with their own.
Muffled feminine whimpers combined with wet sounds filled the room as mother’s and daughter’s bodies moved together in quickening rhythmic harmony. It was very careful work; if one felt she was getting too close to a climax before the other, she had to express it so that the other could just kiss and cuddle while a quick and slippery tongue was working to balance the situation.
Emmie’s blonde locks cascaded over mom’s thighs as her head bobbed between them. Mom’s own practical short hair did not get in the way. She was holding Emmie’s tight ass for support as she had raised her head to a more upright position and it was moving in rapid thrusting motions. She was trying to give Emmie a bit different feeling this time, so she had to get her tongue deep.
The camera made sure to show the difference between Emmie’s cute pink little pussy and mom’s dark and hairy opening every time one or the other moved her head away to rest.
I didn’t manage to move my eyes away from the screen for long enough to look at the time, but they must have been trying for half an hour until it finally looked like they were going to achieve a simultaneous result. Mother’s and daughter’s heads and hips were jerking quickly, and then suddenly powerful thigh-twitching waves went simultaneously through both of their bodies.
The moaning mother desperately kept thrusting her tongue into her daughter’s shivering pink vagina. Emmie on the other hand did not sound entirely pleased about the warm juices which had squirted into her mouth when mom’s thighs jerked.
Finally the mother’s and the daughter’s shared ended. They still kept hugging each other’s sweaty bodies and trading tender kisses in the sweet and warm afterglow.
Then, sighing, mom let her head fall to the mattress, and turned to look at the camera with a tired look on her face. She still gently caressed her daughter’s tight ass with her hand.
The camera glided along the two sweaty and feminine bodies to Emmie, who was resting her cheek against mom’s thigh. She nervously bit her lip and glanced at the camera too, looking somewhat confused but all blushed up. Sixty-nining with mom must have given her an entirely new perspective on life and love.
Emmie kissed mom’s warm bush again, and the picture faded away with a final title saying: “FIN.”
I was feeling pretty sweaty and jittery myself, and vigorously thinking where I could find an USB stick so I could save this masterwork. Luckily I managed to find one.
I never told anyone I had seen this movie. Mom and sis didn’t seem to act any differently in their daily lives, even though I paid close attention for a while afterwards. It must have been an one-off thing for Moira’s film. They had been pretty good in it, I must say.
Moira later graduated from the film school with excellent grades. I know she submitted this film as her final work. I’m not surprised her professor liked it quite a bit.