Ash’s finger slipping in and out of my daughter’s pussy was right next to my ear, and the sound quickly mixed with the other sexual noises in the room—Ash’s moans of pleasure, my own masturbation, and of course, the sound of fellatio. Soon, the three of us got into a rhythm—each time my lips reached Ash’s pubic hair, he would thrust two fingers inside Georgia—she’d gasp with pleasure, and I’d force my own fingers deep inside my wet cunt, pretending that they were Ash’s.
He was the first to cum—I could feel it approaching, and sped up accordingly. He didn’t say a word as he came, and I looked up to see his lips were locked with my daughter’s, their tongues intermingling. He’s never kissed me, I noted, but the thought was immediately swept out of my head as I tasted Ash’s cum spurting into my mouth, and felt my own orgasm begin.
As I came, perverse thoughts burst into my head, and I couldn’t stop them. As my pelvic muscles spasmed around my finger, I wondered if Georgia actually found this hot—if the sight of her boyfriend filling her mother’s mouth with seed was actually something she enjoyed.
The orgasm washed over me, and I did all I could not to think about it, but I was unable to look away as my little girl started cumming, her body twitching and writhing in orgasm as Ash’s fingers plunged deep inside her, and his thumb ran over her clit.
We all sat there in silence for a few seconds, panting, coming down from our orgasms. I could feel my daughter’s eyes burning through the top of my head as I took Ash’s cock out of my mouth and pulled my pants up. Without saying a word, I began to leave the room, turning around at the doorway to find Ash’s eyes still on mine, and Georgia still staring adoringly at him.
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