With Grace still kneeling upright, I move behind her. I bend down to kiss Ella gently on the cheek, “Shh It’s ok baby.” She smells a bit like pussy. I lick at her face, smell her hair. Grace’s squirt, dried but still noticeable, a bit sour.
I kneel down low, sitting on my heels, straddling the girl’s face, and playfully slap my hard cock on her forehead a few times. Grace kneels right in front of me, facing away from me. I sit my cock and balls down on Ella’s helpless face and reach forward and grab Grace’s ass, which is about eye level with me now. I feel her up, squeezing her juicy motherly cheeks. She’s shaking, but otherwise silently allows it.
I press my face forward straight into Grace’s ass, my nose digging in her ass crack. Her gray shorts so soft, sweatpants material fuzzy and warm on my nose and mouth. I motorboat and rub my face around. Then breathe in her scent. That musk. A hint of stinky asshole. But mostly sweet and feminine. I sigh in pleasure, my cock pulsating, splayed across Ella’s gagged mouth and chin.
I lift off Ella’s face, kneeling upright and hugging Grace from behind. My cock pokes against her ass cheek. I grab her soft hair and pull her head back, like a rough lover. I nuzzle in her neck, behind her ear, breathing in her hair and skin. I hold her around the belly with my other arm, squeezing her tight, feeling her motherly warmth. I move my arm up and grab her tits over her white tank top. So fleshy and soft. God I could live here forever.
I move my hand down her front, over the top of her shorts, feeling her wet spot in the crotch. “Do you remember what you did, babe?” I rub my fingers around, getting them damp. “Just a little while ago? You came. You squirted right on your daughter’s face. Do you remember?” Grace’s breathing goes unsteady, I can tell she’s confused. She doesn’t remember. They must totally black out when I take over.
“It’s true. Here, smell.” I raise my hand from her pussy to her nose. She goes to resist, but stops herself for fear of punishment. I rub the wet fingers around her nose aggressively. Dig into nostrils, coating her with her own juice. I feel her holding her breath, then she convulses slightly, almost gagging.
Tears running down her cheeks. I lick at them. Salty. Then I lick at her nose. It’s a bit runny from crying. Nasty with snot and now a bit of pussy juice. My cock swells tight against her ass cheek over her shorts. The feeling of being able to do anything, to be as weird as I want. This is amazing.
I push Grace down, so she’s kneeling in doggie position, crook of her knees under Ella’s armpits, calves tucked under her arms. With her hands bound behind her back, her upper body falls down flat, unable to support itself with anything, laying belly to belly with Ella. From tits up, Grace lays facedown directly on the mattress between Ella’s spread legs.
“God that’s fucking hot.” My little daughter lies faceup with arms and legs spread wide, pale pink pajamas with snowflakes all over, almond skin, long black hair splayed out, her head trying to turn away from her mother’s ass hovering in 69 position over her head. Grace lies flat on her daughter, except her ass propped high in the air, on her knees, blonde and brown hair down between the girl’s legs, gray shorts, white tank top.
I grab her ass, playing around with it, kneading and spreading her cheeks over her shorts. I slap a few times, hard. She shifts but knows better than to resist. I bend in and put my face straight into her crotch, jiggling her ass cheeks, rubbing my face up and down against ass crack and down into the wet spot of her crotch. Inhaling her incredible scent. Slight smell of sweat I realize, probably from the intense dildo fucking. I kiss gently on crotch, on cheeks. I slap again. I press her cheeks in around my face as I have my way with her.
I look straight down and see little Ella, staring back up at me in utter shock. She simply cant comprehend why her daddy is doing this. Those bold eyebrows furrowed, little hazel eyes teary and bloodshot. “Hi baby girl, you want some too?”
I press down hard on Grace’s ass to lower her, but she doesn’t move much. Maybe resisting, maybe just not understanding. So I slap as hard as I can down on her ass, cheek rippling, she lets out a squeal and lowers down a bit toward Ella’s face. “More! All the way down!” I slap again.
She spreads her knees farther apart, squatting all the way down, kinda like frog legs, her crotch sitting down on poor Ella’s head. The little girl turns away from it, her mother’s pussy pressed down on the side of her face. The girl’s arms are spread wide above her head, poking out from under Grace’s thighs, and her little head of black hair is half smothered, just peeking out from under Grace’s ass. Such a great sight, the girl so pathetically small, squished under her mommy.
I go get some scissors and then return. I lay down on my side at the head of the bed, getting my face as close as I can to the top of Ella’s head, laying in close with her, my face pressed to her head, smelling her sweet hair. Mango. I caress her face and try to sooth her a bit.
Grace’s ass pressed down on the side of her daughter’s head, inches away from mine. I reach up and grab those beautiful ass cheeks, massaging them over the gray shorts. I press them down a bit, smushing onto Ella’s head. I slap the ass, watching it ripple a bit onto Ella’s face. The girl underneath whimpers softly.
I pull up the shorts a bit, riding them up Grace’s ass, revealing a bit more upper thigh, a bit of the bottom of her cheeks exposed over Ella. I play around with the crease, rubbing and tickling at pussy, taint, and asshole beneath. Breathing in Ella’s sweet shampoo. “Mmm baby, isn’t mommy so sexy? Look at that ass.”
I take the scissors and slowly slide them up under the gray fabric of her shorts, starting at inner thigh. “Now both of you need to hold still. We don’t want anyone getting cut, ok?” I have them so well trained at this point. They both know to stay silent and still.
I cut the thin sweatpants fabric, running from leg hole to leg hole, horizontally straight across Grace’s ass, snipping slowly and revealing more and more bare skin underneath. Leaving the waistband intact, she now appears to wear more of a skirt, or loin cloth. I yank it up out of the way, both front and back, revealing full ass and pussy, pressed down on Ella’s cheek and head.
The smell hits me, a strong musk of woman. Sweat and pussy, yet still mostly overpowered by sweet soapy scents. Vanilla and cinnamon.
I grab and play around with her ass cheeks, still leisurely laying on my side, inches from her ass, pressed up close to Ella underneath her. I squeeze and spread and smush with one hand, laying comfortably on my other arm.
I take in the moment, a father just laying in bed with his wife and daughter, keeping warm on a cold winter night.
I take my time inspecting her. So beautiful, such a natural look to her, yet well-kept and pampered. Her skin all over is pretty fair, but clearly this area never sees the light of day. Her ass cheeks and thighs are pale white, but the skin further in around pussy and asshole is bit darker, lewd. Her skin has goosebumps from her being so scared, so exposed.