An adult stories – Educating Sarah by Nightwaves,Nightwaves Educating Sarah – part one of a series
Mom and dad teach their horny, teenage daughter the ways of love
Author’s note: all characters in this story are at least 18 years or older
Linda Harris couldn’t get enough of her husband’s cock. Even after some twenty years of marriage, which produced their daughter, Sarah, not to mention both of them having an unusually busy work schedule, they always found time to make the bedsprings squeak enough to register on the Richter scale.
“G-god…fuck…nggg…” Linda, naked underneath Michael’s lean, solid body, gripped his waist as he pounded away yet again between her thighs. Sarah hadn’t returned home from school yet, so they didn’t bother to keep quiet. Not that they tried much in recent days.
“I didn’t raise my daughter to be a prude, or ignorant,” she would say to Michael as they both caught their breath, basking in the languid afterglow of love. “If she hears us fucking, so be it.”
Michael toyed with one of his wife’s supple breasts, nuzzling her nipple. “I have a strong feeling she’s up to speed on the mechanics of sex.” He reached up to brush a strand of dark brown hair from her face, gazing into her hazel eyes. “And what’s wrong with her knowing how much we’re in love?” Linda touched his cheek, smiling.
“Well, I did have that talk with her.” She sighed as Michael took the nipple into his mouth. He loved to suck and play with her tits, and she loved the attention. Michael moaned, nodding, his mouth full.
They heard a door slam in the distance and footsteps on the kitchen tiles. Sarah was home. Both disengaged, slipping on blue, matching bathrobes, straightening the bed somewhat. Michael disappeared into the bathroom while his wife remained, sitting on the edge of the bed, robe open, her bare feet caressed by the thick, shag carpet. Linda didn’t bother to conceal her nudity. Theirs was a permissive household and she and Sarah had seen each other naked almost every day, so why bother? A young woman appeared at the bedroom door.
“Hello, honey!” Linda’s face brightened, her arms reaching out.
“Hi, Mom.”
Although Sarah was about to graduate from high school, legally an adult by now, she wasn’t so grown up that she wouldn’t give her mother a big hug when returning home, or whenever the occasion seemed right. As they held each other for a few moments, bodies pressing together, Linda couldn’t help but marvel at how the young woman had grown in the past year.
My only child. So beautiful, and now such a big girl.
Sarah had just turned eighteen but was a late bloomer. Only recently had she sprouted up at least six inches in height, and her body had a slim, lithe quality, like someone younger. Her blond hair was cut short in a pageboy style, her legs long and breasts small.
“How was your day, love?” Linda sighed as she nuzzled the crook of Sarah’s neck, savoring the scent of sun-kissed skin. The young woman released her mother, reluctantly taking a step back.
“Counting them until I’m free.” Sarah couldn’t wait to graduate from high school. She had already been accepted to the local community college for the fall semester and looked forward to a lazy summer until then. For a lingering moment, she eyed her mother, naked beneath her robe, then let loose with a wry smile. “How was your day?”
Linda knew she looked like she’d been through the wringer. Her hair was a mess and she reeked of sex and sweat, but what the fuck. Sarah was an adult, as hard as it was for her mother to accept. She knew about the birds and the bees.
“A day off with your father is like money from home.”
Sarah slid up on the bed, next to her mother. “New job’s tough, huh?”
“And how.” Linda put an arm around Sarah’s waist, pulling the young woman against her. The motion caused the robe to fall back, exposing even more of her plush body, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Sometimes it’s like fighting to stay above water.”
Sarah rested her head on her mother’s shoulder. “But it should get easier, huh? Once you get used to it?”
“Goddamn, I hope so.” She didn’t feel the need to sugar-coat the situation. Sarah needed to know what it took to get ahead, to be successful.
“Did you have to take this job, Mom?” The young woman looked her mother in the eye. “Is it really necessary?” Linda smiled.
My dear girl. Another sign of becoming an adult. She’s worried about me working too hard.
“Sarah, I just want you…well, all of us…to have the best life we can have.” She kissed her daughter on the cheek, but the expression on Sarah’s face showed that she wasn’t convinced.
“And it takes money? That’s going to solve all of our problems?”
The robe slipped open a bit more and Sarah eyed one of her mother’s thick, erect nipples. Linda took a deep breath. She didn’t have an answer.
“Please don’t make yourself crazy, Mom.” Sarah leaned over, her face coming to rest between the tops of her mother’s breasts, nuzzling damp skin. She inhaled the sweet, slightly acrid odor of sweat trapped between and under Linda’s mounds. “I worry about Dad, too.”
Linda rubbed her nose against Sarah’s ear, savoring the pressure against her body. It reminded her of the past, of the days when she would nurse her infant daughter. She wished it could go on forever.
“Why do you two have to work so much? You know I can take care of myself. I’m already looking for a job.”
Linda could feel Sarah’s breath between her breasts as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of the bathrobe. “I understand, honey, but let us do the worrying. You won’t do anyone any good by making yourself crazy.”
The next moment, Sarah turned her face up to gaze serenely at her mother. Without thinking, Linda kissed her daughter on the mouth, a brief peck, then another, one that lingered. She closed her eyes, momentarily lost in the moist softness of the young woman’s lips. Kissing, like copious hugs, wasn’t unusual in their relationship. It felt so natural, so logical. Sarah never resisted.
After what seemed like an eternity, Linda pulled back, their lips smacking as they parted.
“I didn’t know you felt like this, about me working,” she whispered to her daughter with less than an inch separating their noses. “Give me some time and we’ll see how it progresses, okay?”
Sarah nodded. “Okay, Mom. But you know I’ll live in a shack, just as long as we can be together and happy.”
This time, Linda nodded. She wanted another kiss, but suddenly felt her husband’s cum starting to leak out. She put her knees together.
“Bathroom,” was all she said with an anxious voice, brow furrowed as she rolled a giggling Sarah to the side. Bathrobe dropped to the floor as she scurried, naked, to the bathroom.
The moment her ass hit the wooden toilet seat, she let out a noisy spray of urine, sighing with relief. As open as she and Michael tried to be around their daughter, having a glop of semen oozing out of her vagina in front of Sarah would be a bit much.
I can’t quite say, “Sorry, your father’s cum is spilling out of me. I can only retain so much after multiple fuckings!”
The corners of her mouth curled up as Linda inspected the pale blue ceramic tiles on the wall opposite her. She thought about how nice it was to cuddle with Sarah, to feel her breath on her skin, and to share a few loving kisses. She wiped herself, washing her hands before returning, naked, to the bedroom. Her daughter had already retreated to her room to knock out some homework.
Linda fished some garments from her dresser drawer, slipping on a pair of old-fashioned, white panties and a snug, cotton tee shirt. She paused for a minute to inspect her reflection in the mirror.
Tits sagging a bit, but still somewhat firm for their size. Nipples erect, which is almost constant after nursing as long as I could, and decades of attention from Michael. My tummy is relatively flat, but childbirth gave me a slight paunch that will never go away, no matter how many sit-ups I do. Still, not bad for an old broad of thirty-eight.
She poked her head into Sarah’s bedroom.
“Hungry?”
The young woman nodded.
“Okay, anything in particular?”
Sarah shook her head. “No, Mom. And you know I can feed myself, right?
Mother snorted, looking at her daughter askance. “I know, I know, but your father can’t.”
As Linda busied herself in the kitchen, metal, and glass clanking against the yellow, Formica countertop, Michael came up behind her, clad only in his tighty whities. With his lips brushing back and forth across her neck and ear, he inhaled, then whispered.
“God, I love the smell of sex coming from your body.”
Her husband’s sexy voice and touch made Linda shiver, nipples stiffening, every hair on her body standing on end as he squeezed her waist. “Uh-huh,” she said, voice breathy, eyes closing as she leaned back against his bare chest. Michael’s right hand slipped under her tee shirt, rubbing her tummy in a slow, circular motion.
“You…” She couldn’t complete her sentence, gasping as Michael’s hand slipped down the front of her panties. He massaged her pubic mound, luxuriating in her dark, soft, springy bush before two fingers dipped into her wet pussy.
“Ahhh-h-h-h-h,” she exhaled as he pressed against her sensitive clit before going deeper. Two strong fingers started curling repeatedly behind her little nub, massaging the sweet spot behind it.
“Did I give you enough cum, my love?” His other hand slipped under her tee shirt to massage a breast. Linda could feel his renewed erection pressing against the small of her back.
Jesus, I hope Sarah’s still doing her homework. Otherwise, she’s going to get quite a show!
“F-fuck, no, lover,” she managed to stutter. “You know I never get enough.”
“Even after twenty years?” His breath caressed Linda’s sensitive skin, just like Sarah’s did only fifteen minutes prior. “Twenty years of straight-on, deep, liquid, sweaty, gooey fucking?” He accentuated the “F” so it made her jump slightly.
Surrendering, Linda gripped the edge of the kitchen counter as her husband massaged her pussy, his other hand tugging at her nipple.
“Oh, god…goddamn!” She felt Michael’s healthy erection rubbing against her more urgently, again ready to fuck. “Where’s Sarah?”
“In her bedroom, I think.” Michael didn’t miss a beat as he pinned her against the counter. His hand started slapping wetly against her pussy. Linda quelled a whimper.
Goddamn, he’s still horny! Michael’s a fucking Superman sometimes, even when he’s exhausted from work, but he usually saves this for when Sarah’s not at home.
“Jesus, what if she sees us?” she whispered, to no response. Through the building sensations in her body, she envisioned their daughter catching them in the act. That thought was pushed aside by a quickly-approaching orgasm.
After years of lovemaking, Michael knew intimately his wife’s sounds and body language.
“That’s it, my love.” His voice was like warm honey. “Come for me one more time.”
Linda nodded, her eyes closed, lips apart as accelerating slapping noises filled the kitchen. She wanted to bend over the counter and let Michael pound another one out, whether or not Sarah walked in on them.
Oh, fuck, what if she’s watching?
That’s when it hit.
“Ahhhhgggg…” Linda tried to come as quietly as possible, but to her, it sounded like ragged screams of passion. Her hands squeezed the edge of the counter so firmly that it creaked with her shuddering body.
“Yes, my love…yesss…” He held her tight as she bucked and writhed against his firm grip. “Come…come hard for me. God, I love it so much…can’t get enough of your sweet, wet pussy.”
“Nnnnggg…ahhhhh…” Linda made a sound like air escaping from a tire, unable to form coherent words, sexual tension escaping as she rode down the backside of her intense climax.
In time, Linda nodded, and Michael’s fingers slipped out of her body. She turned to watch him lick them clean, unable to take her eyes from his mouth as he savored the heady taste of her sex. The next moment, she thought she saw movement in the living room.
Shit, could it be?
She rested her head on Michael’s chest, eyes still searching.
No. I’m just paranoid. But not enough to keep from…
She dropped to her knees and, exposing her husband’s aching erection, took it in her mouth.
If Sarah sees this, I don’t know what I’ll say, but my man needs relief.
“Goddamn, honey,” Michael growled, somewhat surprised. He also glanced over his shoulder to see if they were alone. “Ahhh…”
She wasted no time in taking his eight noble inches down her throat, like she had done thousands of times over the years, one hand gripping his buttock as the other squeezed the base of his cock as she returned the favor. It was Michael’s turn to grip the counter as he looked down into his wife’s loving eyes, her mouth full. Slurping noises filled the air as he winced with pleasure.
“Goddamn…fuck, honey…hungry bitch,” his jawline flexed as his teeth clenched. Linda merely groaned.
Of course, it didn’t take long for his body to go taut, cum erupting from his cock, right down Linda’s throat. She, in turn, kept him in her mouth, repeatedly drawing up the length of his slippery, twitching shaft, until the spasms subsided, swallowing, savoring the taste.
Now maybe we can get through dinner without raping each other.
Michael shook his head, spent and satisfied for the moment, as Linda tucked his limp cock back into its pouch. The elastic band on his underwear snapped tight as his wife rose to kiss him. Their mouths lingered, tongues intertwining, as he tasted his cum. Linda moaned as their bodies pressed together.
Icing on the cake.
Suddenly, Michael pulled away, slapping Linda’s ass with a loud smack.
“Now get to work with those pots and pans, woman!” He commanded.
“Asshole!” Linda pretended to slap his face, but it was a love tap. They both laughed as she scurried away, looking over her shoulder at her lifemate, fulfilled.
“What’s going on in here?” A voice called from the other side of the kitchen. It was Sarah’s. Michael, with his still-damp member swelling inside his underwear, creating an unmistakable outline, merely smirked at his daughter, giving her a kiss on the mouth and a pat on the butt as he exited.
“Oh, nothing.” Linda tried not to look guilty, but it was impossible. She still tasted Michael’s salty, alkaline semen in her mouth, and hoped her copious wetness wasn’t making a visible spot on the front of her panties.
Maybe I should put that robe back on.
“Okayyy…” The young woman slipped onto a barstool, eyeing her with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. Linda felt the need to speak as if it would divert Sarah away from the obvious.
“Are you done with your homework, young lady?” Mother asked as her husband returned. He had put on his robe and handed the other to Linda. Immediately, she slipped it on.
Thank god.
“Uh, no.” Sarah eyed her parents. “I just heard some noise and came to see what was up.”
Michael didn’t help. He was again behind Linda, massaging her shoulders. He left his robe open and his erection had returned, flustering her even more.
My face must be beet red.
“Cooking…that’s what’s up.” Linda was getting angry at herself for being turned on yet again.
God help me. Why is it I need to fuck so bad, even with my daughter only a few feet away, interrogating me?
“Hit those books and get it done, sweetheart.” Michael chimed in, much to his wife’s relief. “Then we can be together.”
“Sure, whatever.” Sarah’s feet hit the floor and she trotted off.
“I’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” Linda called after her daughter, who didn’t respond. She shook her head as she unwrapped a package of chicken breasts.
A grown-up one minute, a bratty teenager the next.
Saturday was thankfully a day off for all. Late spring meant school would be soon over and Sarah had all summer to regroup and plan for the fall semester at community college. It also meant the days were getting warmer, and longer, with sunshine and clear skies. This day was no exception.
Linda and Michael had installed an impressive, amoeba-shaped heated swimming pool in their backyard several years ago. Michael especially liked using it as he swam almost every day that wasn’t freezing. Linda, in contrast, contented herself with lounging near the pool with a mixed drink, watching her husband do his laps, or watching their daughter, who loved the diving board.
The years had been kind to Linda, not only because she minded her weight, managing to do light exercise most days, but a lot of it came down to genetics. The complex DNA mix passed down from her ancestors produced a pretty, full-bodied woman of moderate height, with dark brown hair, full hips, and ample breasts. Her face was not delicate, with a prominent nose and full lips, but she possessed a certain je ne sais quoi that made most men look twice.
Still, the only reason she dared to wear a modest, one-piece bathing suit outdoors was that Michael had installed a high, wooden privacy fence to surround the backyard. Parading naked, or near-naked, around the house was fine, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist beyond the confines of her own domicile.
As she did most days when weather permitted, she threw a big, thick beach towel over one of the reclining lawn chairs, then proceeded to slowly and thoroughly rub oil all over herself. Michael or Sarah would help with her hard-to-reach areas, then she kicked back with her drink, soaking up the sun, and watching the world go by. Usually, she would bring along her radio, tuned to the local classical music station.
“Why don’t you ever come in with us, Mom?” Sarah’s head poked just above the waterline as she bobbed up and down, her toes just touching the bottom. A Mozart string quartet intermingled with the sound of splashing water as Linda took a sip of her cherry daiquiri.
“No, honey, I’m fine watching you two go at it.”
“Ah, that’s bogus! What’s the purpose of having a swimming pool if you don’t use it?” Sarah splashed water on Linda, making her jump, spilling part of her drink.
“Hey, you little turd!” Linda protested as Sarah swam to the far side of the pool, giggling.
Michael had worked hard on keeping himself fit, and it showed. While he was by no means an Adonis, his figure was lean and firm, with just a tiny bit of paunch, which he couldn’t stop pinching while furrowing his brow.
“If you can pinch more than an inch” was a saying at the time, and he tended to obsess over it. In his line of work, appearances meant a lot, but it was mostly for the benefit of his wife.
Sarah’s slim, lithe figure, blond hair, and pale skin were a surprise, considering her parents’ heritages. Michael was by no means an albino, with dark hair and piercing eyes. Early on, the joke about a Swede in the woodpile was brought up often, but Michael knew she was his.
“Amazing how physical traits skip a few generations, then pop up out of nowhere.” Michael had traced his lineage, in part, to somewhere in Scandinavia, but he could find nothing more specific. The other half of the family was pure Mediterranean.
Climbing out of the pool, dripping with water, Sarah resembled a Nordic water sprite. Michael appreciated the two-piece bikini she wore that day.
“See something you like?” Linda teased.
Michael had joined his wife after a swim. After rubbing oil on her back, he reclined with a beer, watching their daughter splash about in the pool. Sarah’s attire was decidedly skimpy. On a more well-endowed person, the bikini would have been too daring, but the young woman’s figure offered nothing to challenge the wisps of thin fabric. She wore it well.
“What do you mean?” Father asked, not so innocently. Linda snorted, rolling her eyes behind dark sunglasses.
What a fucking horn dog, eyeing his own daughter.
“She must’ve bought that little nothing at the mall when she was out with the girls.” Linda took another sip of her drink. “I would have never allowed her to buy that thing. Newberry’s would never stock something like that.”
“A little prudish, aren’t we?” Michael busied himself, rubbing oil all over what parts of his body he could reach. Studies linking sun exposure to skin cancer had just started to surface, but he and his wife were damn well going to work on their tans, even if they had to coat themselves from head to toe. “What happened to raising her as an open-minded, free spirit?”
“Oh, fuck off, Michael.” She playfully slapped his thigh, taking another sip. “Fuck you for reminding me.” Her husband laughed.
Still, Linda couldn’t help but also admire Sarah’s physique, accented by the bikini. She noticed the young woman’s nipples poking against her top.
Such a fetching young lady, but thank god her tits are so small, or she’d be popping out of that thing.
With a big gulp, she downed the rest of her daiquiri. Some of it dribbled down her chin, but her quick tongue darted out to lick it up. Placing the glass on the concrete, she plopped back in the reclining chair, feeling the effect of the generous amount of rum she had added to the drink. “Honey,” Linda called out to her daughter. “Come put some oil on your father’s back.”
Michael looked over to his wife. “C’mon, babe,” he said in a low voice to not be heard. “You can do it.”
“No.” Linda looked askance at her husband. “Your nubile, young daughter is perfectly capable.”
“Jesus Christ.” Michael shook his head, flustered. As was her habit, Linda loved to stir up mischief, especially after she’d had a drink or two. She knew that more often than not, it ended up with her frustrated husband pounding out one, two, or three orgasms to seek revenge. His brusque manhandling while he pushed her over the nearest flat surface, his face red with arousal, his cock rock-hard and about to pop, made for supreme multiple climaxes. She felt her pussy start to throb just thinking about it.
This will be fun to watch.
“Okay!” Sarah climbed out of the pool. With bare feet slapping wetly against the concrete, she trotted up to her mother, who handed her the bottle of oil.
“Lean over, Dad.” Sarah hopped behind her father on the lounge chair, straddling it, her legs open as she pressed against him from behind. Michael, still glaring at his smirking wife, obeyed.
She was very generous with the slick substance, coating her father’s back, rubbing it in, not allowing any trickle to escape. He held still, allowing his daughter to complete her slow and thorough work.
As she watched Sarah take great care and pleasure in her task, Linda couldn’t quell a big grin as she watched her husband’s face. She could tell when he was getting aroused just by the position of his eyebrows.
Oh, the torture he must be going through. That’s what you get for having impure thoughts about your very own daughter.
Once Sarah was done, she handed the bottle back to her mother, kissed and hugged her disoriented father, and immediately climbed up on the diving board. Exhaling with relief that Sarah was no longer touching him, Michael returned to his former position, reclining the in the lounge chair as water splashed from his daughter’s dive.
After admiring his glistening torso, Linda looked down at Michael’s swim trunks.
As I thought, a full boner snaking down his leg. I can even see the outline of the tip. Naughty!
Linda had to up the game. Casually, she reached out and squeezed her husband’s thigh, less than an inch from his covered erection. Michael jumped slightly, giving her a What the fuck? look.
“Whoa, did I startle you?” she snickered. Michael snorted.
“You love this, don’t you?” He looked at her under thick eyebrows.
“Does our little girl turn you on that much?” Her fingertips strayed over to his affliction.
“Oh, please, I…” Michael stopped, responding to her touch. He knew it was ludicrous, and hypocritical, to deny finding his daughter attractive in more than a fatherly way.
“Who’s the prude now, lover?” Linda gently petted her husband’s bulge through the thin, wet fabric. Michael, cheeks flushing, squirmed.
“Shit, do you want me to come right in front of our daughter?” he whispered.
“Nobody would know the diff,” she replied, her index finger now rubbing the tip, something she knew would bring him to the edge. “Just our secret.”
Michael swatted her hand away as she laughed, covering her mouth.
“Wouldn’t you like to come while watching Sarah on that diving board?”
“Shhh!”
“I can help.”
“Do you two need some time alone?” Sarah called out. She had been watching her parents.
“Not right now, honey,” Linda’s eyes darted to her husband’s. “Not yet.”
“Uhhh, riiight.” Sarah arched an eyebrow before disappearing beneath the water.
“Our girl’s no dummy,” Michael whispered as he returned to watching his daughter as she swam to the edge of the pool, again climbing out of the water and onto the diving board. “At least we raised her right in that respect.”
Linda fell silent, floating along peacefully on her mellow high. Michael donned sunglasses and finished his beer. As the sun dropped below the tree line, Sarah climbed out of the pool one last time, wrapping herself in a towel.
“I’m done,” was all she said before trotting into the house.
“Hungry?” Linda asked her husband. He nodded.
After sandwiches and chips on the patio, crickets chirping as darkness fell, they ended up in the living room, watching television. While her parents reclined on the sofa, Sarah spread her towel out on the carpet at their feet. Still in her bikini, she stretched out to watch the latest episode of Magnum PI.
With the light from the television flickering on their faces, Linda looked over at her husband. His eyes weren’t on the tube but on his daughter’s barely-concealed body. Mother smiled.
That dog. He just can’t help himself.
She didn’t think anything wrong about Michael savoring the sexy, yet innocent, vision before them. As a matter of fact, it was starting to arouse her. She squeezed his hand, and they exchanged knowing glances as she joined him in appreciating the young woman they had created some eighteen years ago.
Another hour passed in relative silence. As the late news started, Linda rubbed Michael’s thigh, turning to look at him. He returned the gaze, nodding.
“We’re hitting the sack, my love,” Mother said to daughter as both parents stood.
“Okay,” Sarah responded, glancing over her shoulder. “Good night.”
“Good night,” Michael knelt next to his daughter. She lifted her face as he kissed her on the mouth, giving her butt a gentle squeeze. She giggled.
“You two try to keep it down,” she teased.
“Why, you…” Linda started to pipe up, but Michael pulled her to the bedroom.
After grabbing a quick shower together, they slipped under the blankets, extinguishing the lights, and immersing the room in semi-darkness. A shaft of intense moonlight pierced the black, illuminating their bed.
They both opted to sleep nude that night. The weather had been unusually warm and they liked snuggling, their bodies intertwining as they lazily rehashed the day’s events.
“Do you think we should say something about that bikini?” Michael asked as his wife rested her head on his chest.
“No, let’s not get all puritanical on her, just go with it.”
“Fuck, it’s not like I haven’t seen her naked, but she’s changed so much.”
Linda couldn’t help but giggle. Michael seemed to be in a quandary, aroused and ashamed at the same time.
“Oh, relax.” She nuzzled and kissed the hair on his chest. “She’s quite attractive, even though she looks like she’d blow away in a strong wind.”
“You can say that again.” Michael rubbed her shoulder, returning kisses to her cheek and earlobe. “Still, she’s quite a looker.”
“These days, with all the permissiveness going on, I wonder if she’s even still a virgin?”
Michael snorted. “In our day, I would’ve said yes, but now…”
“Remember when you took my virginity? It’s hard to believe we were both around Sarah’s age.” Linda felt his hard nipple pressing against her cheek.
“Yeah, weren’t we a pair?”
“You weren’t quite sure where to stick that thing.” She rubbed her face against his nipple, her fingertips gently tracing around the other.
“But at last…” Michael took a deep breath, remembering the moment they coupled for the first time. “Goddamn, you were so tight, and that cherry of yours. It took some effort.”
“Yes, I bled a bit, and it scared the hell out of me.”
“We were so ignorant in those days, but we knew what we wanted.” Michael looked down at his wife toying with his hard tip. “You were so fucking tight.”
Linda chuckled. Michael continued.
“Even after you had Sarah, after all these years, your pussy still grips me like a firm handshake.”
“Well, thank god, what with all the fucking we do.” Discussing their youth, and Sarah’s alluring physique, again put mischief in Linda’s brain. “I’ll bet Sarah’s little pussy is impenetrable, I mean, if she’s still a virgin.”
“Jesus Christ, babe.” Michael didn’t know how to respond. Linda’s words filled his head with images. “You’re talking about our daughter.”
“Well, she’s an adult, now, and we are curious parents.” She had to up the game, as was her habit. “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking naughty thoughts as you watched her by the pool. My god, your cock looked like it was about to rip through your swim trunks.”
“It has a mind of its own.”
“Was daddy thinking about stuffing it inside his little girl?” Linda raked a fingernail across his nipple, forcing a gasp.
“Linda, please!” He protested, but she could feel his naked cock coming to life. The talk was getting Michael worked up, whether he liked it or not. “Come on.”
Linda knew she could push her husband further. “Daddy got all hot and bothered when his little girl rubbed oil all over his back.” Now she tugged at his nipple. Michael groaned but didn’t say a word as she went on.
“Maybe she should’ve oiled up your front, too.” She loved the fact that he was getting hornier and hornier as the seconds went on. That and the thought of their daughter in that way was getting her all wet and ready as well. “Just imagine Sarah pressing against your aching hardness, rubbing her delicate hands all over your chest, all slick and shiny.”
Michael knew his wife wouldn’t stop until they had reached the predictable ending.
Linda took her hands and rubbed them up and down his hairy chest, her flat palms torturing his hard, sensitive nipples. She knew when he was ready to fuck, he became very quiet, and Michael wasn’t uttering a word.
“Daddy, is there anything else you need from me?” Linda made a silly voice, trying to imitate Sarah’s. Their daughter hasn’t used the word “daddy” in years.
Let’s see how far I can take this.
Michael growled when his wife took a nipple, sucking on it as she tugged the other. He pulled her body even closer as she reached down to squeeze his erection, slowly moving her hand up and down.
Damn, he’s not stopping me! And goddammit if I’m not all horny, too!
Releasing his nipple, she whispered breathily in his ear with her little girl’s voice.
“Oh, wow, daddy’s all worked up! Your cock is sooo hard! You need some relief.” She pulled back the blanket to reveal his jutting pole. She continued squeezing and tugging as his purple helmet reflected the moonlight. At last, Michael uttered a single word.
“Fuck.”
Linda didn’t hesitate. She straddled him immediately. Her own pussy was so wet and throbbing by this time, she mounted him easily, gasping as her ass rested against his balls.
Goddamn, this feels so good but so perverted! Don’t break character, though.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy, your cock is so big!” she whispered, gazing into his eyes as she writhed against him. “I don’t know what to do!” The next moment, Linda got what she wanted.
Michael gripped her waist, pushing hard, his cock touching her inner recesses. Linda shuddered, new and delicious sensations flooding her body.
Oh, yes…damn! Goddamn!
“You can fuck Daddy, that’s what you can do,” he hissed, at last coming out with what he was thinking, and wanting.
Somewhat surprised, Linda gasped at the sudden aggression. “Oh, Daddy, yes!” she cried.
Oh, god, yes! He’s not hiding anymore!
The realization that Michael was playing along, talking to her like she was Sarah, made Linda hotter than Hades. Feeling his urgently flexing cock inside her made it difficult to keep her composure, the pleasure was so overwhelming!
“Come on.” Now it was Michael’s turn to spur his wife on as he started pounding her from underneath. “Let me take that tight, little pussy.”
“Oh…oh…” Linda grasped the headboard, returning his thrusts as their bodies synchronized. “Fuck, yeah!”
“Daddy’s going to fuck you, and hard.” His voice had changed, dropping an octave as carnal instincts overtook him. By now, Michael was outfucking her, his body pounding with increasing intensity.
“S-shit, baby…f-fuck,” she surrendered, holding on for dear life as her husband took what he wanted, and needed, as the bedframe creaked in double-time.
Goddamn, the thought of his own daughter is getting him this worked up? What have I started?
Linda, eyes closed, whispered as slapping noises filled her ears. “God, Daddy, your cock feels so good. Don’t stop fucking me. Fuck your little girl!”
With a feral grunt, Michael reached up to squeeze his wife’s breasts, forcing another gasp when he started massaging her thick nipples.
“Yes, Daddy, goddamn it!” Linda found it difficult to keep her voice low. “I love when you do that! Make it sting!”
Jesus, Sarah’s just on the other side of this wall, maybe ten feet away! Heavens, I hope she’s not listening.
Her apprehension was overpowered by intense surges of pleasure, fed by the electricity sparking from her tingling buds. She yelped, not caring who heard her cries of desire. “Suck my tits, Daddy…please!” Sexual passion had clouded her thinking. Their role-playing quickly pushed her to a point she wanted their daughter to share.
Fuck it. If she’s hearing us, she’ll get an education.
With no degree of subtlety, he took a nipple in his mouth, feeding like a hungry baby.
“Ssss…fuck, yeah!” As she looked down at Michael sucking on her, his lips curled back as he took in as much of her tit flesh as possible, Linda felt it coming, welling up inside her like a water balloon about to burst. Michael released her breast just long enough to reinforce their incestuous fantasy.
“Little Sarah needs daddy’s cum, huh?” He was fully committed to what his wife had casually, devilishly started. There was no turning back. “Your little pussy’s so tight, it will spill out, and all over my balls.” He took the other tit, drawing it in his mouth. Fresh sparks rained down on her tingling clit and throbbing pussy.
Oh, fuck! Here it comes!
“Yes, Daddy, YES!!!” Linda yelped loudly the second before it hit.
Immediately she began quaking and shuddering, fluid spritzing from her body. Her breast fell from Michael’s mouth as she drenched his chest and face. He loved her ejaculate, licking it from his lips with a lusty grin. Feeling his wife’s orgasm, her pussy contracting repeatedly around his cock, he couldn’t help but give up his load.
“Goddamn it, Sarah! Make your father come! Yes…YESSS!!!”
His fingers dug into her flesh as they bucked and writhed together, blankets tossed on the floor as they mated savagely.
“Fuck, Daddy…YES!!!” In Linda’s mind, for that moment, she was her daughter. She was her sweet, young Sarah, impaled by her daddy’s hard, erupting cock, taking his copious ejaculate deep inside her fertile, teenaged body.
“That’s it, my love…take my seed,” Michael panted as he felt semen spurting up the length of his shaft deep into Linda’s body. “Take it inside your tight, young pussy.”
It was mating time in the jungle. Neither one of them cared who heard, or what was said, as they consummated their sinful fantasy. Orgasms lingered for what seemed forever, both of them savoring every morsel of their erotic feast.
“So good,” Linda murmured as Michael huffed against her damp flesh, trying to recover from their physical expenditure. “So goddamn good.”
Words and movement ceased as their bodies entwined. Crickets, engaging in their own mating ritual, chirped outside as husband and wife languidly came down from their coupling. Linda had to stay on top until Michael’s erection subsided. Sometimes, this took five or ten minutes, but this time he stayed hard for half an hour.
Holy fuck. I should pretend to be Sarah from here on out.
But Linda knew better. She knew it was her and their solid marriage, plus the sex that never seemed to get stale. It was at times like this that she felt truly blessed by their union.
After their breathing returned to normal, they drifted into a blissful state, an hour passing by, then another, as the angle of moonlight shifted across the room. Michael snored, but not loudly enough to disturb his wife. Linda fell asleep, or did she? It was hard to tell, not that it mattered. She was supremely satisfied and happy. The thought of their daughter on the other side of the bedroom wall, listening intently to their roleplaying, took a back seat to new realizations. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about the new element in their lovemaking.
Jesus, who knew incest could be such a naughty turn-on?
As she slipped through visions and dreams, all connected like a gossamer ribbon passing through her brain, she found herself slowly moving down their hallway, toward Sarah’s bedroom. In this state, Linda knew what she was experiencing wasn’t real, but she enjoyed it, nonetheless.
Although the bedroom door was closed, she saw a gentle glow coming from underneath. Noises came from the other side, sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp.
What is this?
She wasn’t certain if someone was weeping, in pain, or having a nightmare. Gasps and whimpers combined with low, guttural grunts became more defined as she pressed her ear against the door. After years of lovemaking, Linda suspected she knew the cause of the noises.
Oh, god, could it be?
She quietly turned the knob and pushed open the door. She wasn’t afraid. After all, this scenario was of her making. What she saw next made her gasp.
In the low light of the bedroom, she saw Michael on his back, naked, on the bed. Sarah, equally naked, straddled him in a classic cowgirl position. Both of them were obviously in the middle of satiating their desires.
Sweet, dear Jesus!
Linda felt her nipples harden, and her pussy start to throb, as she moved toward the pair. What struck her most was how diminutive her daughter’s body looked as her ass moved up and down Michael’s healthy, rock-solid eight inches.
Heavens, her little butt and his big, thick cock, she looks so small in comparison, like a little child! I can’t believe she’s taking all of it!
Linda realized she was also naked, having gone to bed that way, as she absentmindedly slipped her hand over her bush, massaging the thick, springy fur, transfixed by the vision. She took another timid step forward, then another.
My fantasy has gone off the rails! Is this what I really want? Fuck me, I so very much want to join them.
As she stood at the foot of the bed, Michael looked from around his daughter. Their eyes met and he nodded, smiling through the sexual tension distorting his face. Sarah didn’t hold back as she rode her father’s cock, gasping as it plunged into her repeatedly from underneath, her small breasts bouncing excitedly with each thrust. The next moment, the young woman looked over her shoulder, face red as she panted with exertion and desire.
“Mom, please…please come to bed with us! Please come!”
The next thing she knew, Linda felt herself slipping onto the squeaking bed, feeling both her husband and daughter’s bare flesh and the moist warmth their lovemaking created. She realized the only reason she was being so bold was that she knew the experience wasn’t real. With one hand, she reached out to caress Sarah’s skin, feeling the delicious heat of passion radiating from it. The other hand returned to the furry cove between her thighs as she pressed against her pubic mound, slender fingers finding their way into silky pink.
“Oh, yes…yes, mother, YES!!!” Sarah approved of her mother touching herself as her eyes soaked up this delicious vision of unbridled incest. Linda’s daughter never called her by that name, mother, and it added a tinge of strangeness to the experience. Such was the nature of dreams.
Linda, now with two fingers buried deep inside her pussy, frigging away, couldn’t help but move down the bed so that her face could be near their coupling. She looked up into Sarah’s lust-filled eyes and her daughter gazed back, lips parted, gasping for air as she rode her father’s cock. Linda then looked down at her husband’s slick, glistening shaft being gripped by her daughter’s tight, wet pussy.
“That’s it, honey,” she hissed to Sarah, her fingers blurring away against her swollen clit. “Fuck your father…FUCK HIM!” Her voice sounded like that of another. She so wanted all three of them to orgasm together. It would make the dream complete. “Make your father come…draw it out with that sweet, tight pussy of yours. Make him come inside you…NOW!”
“Uh-huh,” Sarah nodded, her skin glowing from a thin sheen of perspiration, her hair a mess. Then her face grew dark like a girl possessed. Her voice dropped low as she gazed at her masturbating mother from underneath her sweaty brow. “Uh-HUH!”
She gripped her father’s shoulders and let loose with a rapid series of thrusts, wet, slapping noises filling the air.
“Goddamn, honey…YES!” Michael growled from clenched teeth as he held her steady. “I can’t hold back any longer! Coming…coming NOW…agggh…AGGGHHHH!!!”
With that, his body went taut. Linda could see semen spurting up his shaft as Sarah’s thrusts slowed a bit. She was now allowing his ejaculate inside her body, her pussy expertly, thoroughly milking his cock. Linda, her own climax approaching, fought to take in all of the sights, sounds, and smells of the moment.
Fuck, this isn’t really happening, but it is! God, this is so sinful, so perverted…and sexy!
“Oh, Mom.” Sarah was practically sobbing from the mind-shattering experience. “I feel it inside me. I feel Dad’s cum!”
“Yes, my love!” Linda stroked her daughter’s shoulder, squeezing it, her own pussy flaming out of control. “Keep as much as you can inside. Hold on to your father’s cum!”
Sarah nodded, and Linda could see her pussy clenching repeatedly, obediently trying to keep her father’s viscous fluids from spilling out. Then the young woman’s focus shifted or, more accurately, shattered.
“Mom! Dad!” She yelped. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide, as if given an electrical shock. “I’m coming, too!” With that, her body shuddered, her buttocks tensing over and over as she was gripped by a powerful orgasm.
“God…gahhhhddd!” her little girl voice wailed as she came and came, her body convulsing, resembling that of a rag doll being tossed about as she joined her father in climaxing.
Linda was just about there, and what she saw next pushed her over the edge. Slowly, but surely, Michael’s copious delivery started leaking out of Sarah’s pussy! One trickle, then another, as he emptied his scrotum of raw seed. The young woman simply didn’t have the capacity to hold it all!
“Baby, yeah…OH, YEAHHH!!!” Linda grunted as sharp jabs of pleasure forced her body to jackknife repeatedly. She managed to keep her eyes on Michael and Sarah for as long as she could, watching them ride through their mutual orgasms, until pleasure totally possessed her body, making her eyes squeeze shut. When she thought the whole experience couldn’t get any hotter, Sarah upped the ante.
“Mom…ohhh, goddamn…GODDAMN!!!” the young woman sobbed. Hearing that word come from her daughter’s mouth, with that little voice of hers, but using it in such an adult manner, forced another, deeper surge inside Linda’s pussy. Despite her permissive upbringing, Sarah rarely used language like that, surprising her mother somewhat, but with all three of them now drawing on their basest instincts, it was all part of the experience.
Oh, honey, all of our facades have fallen away. We’re just a trio of lusty animals, doing what beasts do in the wild. So very wrong, but I no longer give a damn. God, I love this so much!
Then came the coup de grace.
“FUUUCKKK!!!” The young woman exhaled loudly, her nude, lithe body coated in sweat as she went limp on top of her father. That one word, a word she had never heard her daughter utter before, broke something in Linda’s mind.
Jesus, that does it! There are no more rules left to break!
Linda babbled a stream of incomprehensible words and, with her mouth watering, couldn’t help but move toward ground zero. She eagerly pressed her face into the aftermath of their incestuous lovemaking, taking in every molecule of the gooey mess. Groans of approval came from both father and daughter as she licked and sucked like a mama cat with a bowl of fresh cream, slick, heady sex covering her face.
Oh, dear Lord, I can’t think of anything better than this.
With the next breath, Linda awakened, Sarah’s profanity still ringing in her head.
Fuuuck, indeed.
With crickets still chirping somewhere outside, she lie there, totally still, taking steady, deep breaths as she returned to the real world. However, vivid images from her dream lingered in her mind, almost real, but ultimately not. She desperately tried to hold onto them and found her right hand cupped firmly over her furry pubis, a single finger rubbing languidly up and down her wet slit.
Concentrate, Linda. Hang on. Don’t let them slip away.
But ultimately, they did. Still, that didn’t stop her from masturbating to what dream shreds remained. As she tweaked a thick, erect nipple, her middle, and forefinger quietly frigged away, sensations quickly building.
Yes…at least this is real…YES!
She quickly climaxed, subtle tremors reverberating through her body as she tried not to awaken Michael. She left her fingers inside for a long time, letting the aftershocks slowly trail away. At last, Linda put her fingers in her mouth, savoring the acrid taste and musky odor of her sex. She looked over to the dull, yellow face of the electric Westclox, which announced 2 o’clock. She took another deep breath and realized, despite the orgasm, she was again fully aroused.
Fuck, that was intense! But goddammit, if I’m not still horny.
She lie there, fully awake, processing what remnants remained of her dream and the events of that afternoon and evening. She pondered the mystery of why both of them were now looking at their daughter in more than a parental way. Of course, she was legally an adult now, and they had never been prudish around her. They wanted a young woman who knew the ways of the world, of men and women, or women and women, or men and men, or whatever transpired in the crazy world holding them captive.
I just can’t believe I’m now dreaming about my husband and daughter fucking…and me joining in!
As she delved deeper into her thoughts and emotions, Linda realized it shouldn’t have surprised her at all, what with both her and Michael’s strong libido. The love, desire, and sex never got old. She knew couples whose relationships had become dry and stale and felt pity for them. She also realized that type of situation in marriages was more common than not, so why did she and her husband still have such a hot and heavy routine?
As her brain sparked through one question, then another, she thought she heard a noise from beyond the bedroom. The next moment, her attention shifted from erotic reveries to a gentle, rhythmic humming emanating from the air vent above their bed.
What in heavens is that?
Her senses slid into hyper-sharp focus, a skill she had cultivated over eighteen years of motherhood. Linda squinted her eyes as if that would improve her hearing.
Maybe the furnace, or something outside… or is it Sarah?
Soon, she realized the noise wasn’t humming, but more like moaning or whimpering. Linda lay there, completely still, holding her breath, listening intently. The only other noises were Michael’s steady breaths and the crickets outside. After what seemed like an eternity, she still couldn’t identify the sound.
I have to know.
Linda, curiosity piqued, slid out of bed, her bare feet pressing against the soft, shag carpet. She stood, totally naked, cool air caressing her skin, at the same time slowly turning her head from one side to the other, trying to hone in on the sound. She reached out for her bathrobe and quietly slipped it on, cinching it closed. The next moment, she stepped into the hallway. Light from the front of the house permeated her surroundings. Again, she paused, head rotating back and forth, pinpointing the sound. Her eyes followed her ears.
Ahhh, yes.
She looked to the door of Sarah’s bedroom, hidden in the shadows some twelve feet away. Silently moving toward it, Linda realized it was open about six inches, a dim light emanating from within. The noise increased as she approached the door, to the point it was unmistakably her daughter. As her face neared the opening, she thought perhaps Sarah was having a nightmare. Linda thought to call out, to see if her girl was in distress but quelled the impulse.
Such a bright, imaginative girl, her brain is always working. Sometimes to a fault.
She peered into the bedroom. Squinting again, she could see the outline of her daughter’s body, lying above the blankets. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the murky shapes and forms of the bedroom, all the while Sarah’s now-guttural sounds filled her ears. What Linda saw next made her eyes go wide.
Goddamn!
Sarah was totally naked, surrounded by mounds of blankets that had been pushed aside. She clamped a pillow between her thighs, and Linda could see her slowly, intently tensing her buttocks, her hips pushing against the soft mass.
Oh, my god!
Linda’s surprise was quickly overtaken by embarrassment, which soon gave way to arousal as her nipples hardened against the rough fabric of her bathrobe. Her pussy began throbbing at the sight of her only daughter fucking her pillow!
Oh, my sweet, horny girl!
Sarah grasped the pillow as she thrust away, her lips open as she whimpered and moaned. Linda’s first impulse was to look away and to sneak silently back to her bedroom, but no. Mother had to watch.
God help me, I can’t turn away.
Linda stood frozen, like a statue, while Sarah humped herself to completion. She could tell when the young woman came. Her thrusts slowed into languid gyrations as she mashed out each spasm of her climax, taking deep breaths, then relaxing with a smile of satisfaction.
As was her habit, Linda fought to absorb every aspect of the erotic tableau. She knew, with a mixture of shame and delight, she would be masturbating to it later, most likely sharing it with Michael to enhance their sexcapades, as if they needed any help.
Sarah removed the pillow from between her thighs, pulling it up to bury her face in the spot she had just fucked. Linda couldn’t help but grin, watching her daughter sniff her own musk, rubbing her nose back and forth, taking deep breaths followed by a sigh.
Then it happened.
“Mom, you can come in, if you want,” Sarah spoke loudly enough for her mother to hear. By now, it was so quiet, it didn’t take much. Linda couldn’t help but gasp.
Oh, shit.
In the span of a few seconds, her brain again spun into high gear. What would she say? Or do? Did Sarah know she was being watched? How could she not? Why was her door open anyway?
I don’t want to act like a prude. We’ve done so much to keep her from being one, but now is the moment of truth. Shit, here we go…
Linda opened the door enough to enter, pushing it closed once inside. She hesitated.
Say something, stupid.
“Are you all right, honey?” she whispered. Sarah did nothing to hide her nakedness. In fact, she rolled onto her back, allowing Linda a full view of her body.
What a beautiful, young woman she is. I can’t let on how nervous I am. Or turned on.
“Yes, Mom.”
Linda could see her daughter smile in the dim light. Next thing she knew, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, only inches from Sarah.
“I thought you were hurt, or having a nightmare.” She wanted to reach out and touch her smooth skin but refrained.
“Mmmm…no.” Her daughter writhed gently as a cat wanting its tummy rubbed.
Linda couldn’t help but admire her daughter’s hard nipples jutting out from small breasts. Thin, blond fur covered her delicate mons pubis.
What do I do now?
“Do you want me to leave you alone?”
“No. Stay here.”
Linda took great care to act nonchalant as she stretched out on the bed, parallel to the young women, but her hands visibly trembled. Arousal caused a lump in her throat, and her pussy wasn’t acting coy. She could feel moist heat as blood rushed to engorge her juicy parts. Her robe fell open, exposing a breast, as she pulled a pillow underneath her head.
“My love.” Linda touched her daughter’s cheek. The next moment, Sarah embraced her.
Ohhh, fuck.
Linda let her robe fall back as their naked bodies pressed together. She could feel Sarah’s face nestled between her breasts, the heat from her body radiating fiercely as she returned the embrace. She took a deep breath and exhaled.
God, this feels so nice.
“Mmmm, honey.” Linda’s motherly instincts took complete control as she kissed the top of her daughter’s head, luxuriating in bare skin pressing against bare skin. Everything was happening so fast, she couldn’t process it all. She just knew that pushing her daughter away would be wrong.
God, we’ve been naked around each other more times than I can remember. Always. It’s like breathing. There is no shame, nor should there be, but I’ve never held her like this, especially now that’s she all grown up!
“Is this okay, Mom?” Sarah’s little girl voice asked.
“Yes, honey.” Linda quelled her spinning brain as much as she could and tried her damndest to be in the moment. “I’m here for you.”
Sarah threw a slender leg over her mother’s hip, increasing their contact. “I miss you already,” she whispered. Linda sighed, again hearing the crickets outside in their perpetual, nocturnal mating rituals.
My poor girl.
“I’m so sorry, love.” Another kiss, this time on Sarah’s upturned face. “I keep questioning whether or not I should have taken this job.” The next kiss, their lips pressed together, lingering for several seconds. “But you’ll be going to college soon and…”
The realization that her daughter would be leaving the nest, be it soon or in a few years, surged upon Linda’s psyche at that moment. She felt her eyes tearing up.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Not like it was something new. The knowledge that Sarah would be going out in the world had been lurking underneath for a few years, surfacing from time to time at the most unexpected moments. Like now.
“I know, Mom.” Sarah’s mouth was less than an inch from her mother’s, and Linda could feel her sweet, warm breath caressing her face. “This growing-up stuff can be hard, okay?”
Linda nodded slightly as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Life is never easy, nor should it be.”
“Can’t it?” Sarah sounded wise beyond her years.
“No easy answers.” Another kiss. Despite her motherly feelings, Linda couldn’t avoid the fact she was fully aroused. She found herself breathing more rapidly than usual. Sarah’s kisses were becoming those of a lover, not a daughter, and damn it if she didn’t crave more.
Mother and daughter were teetering on the edge when Sarah crossed the line.
“Ahhh…” Linda gasped as Sarah took a nipple in her mouth.
Oh, my dear lord!
Again, Linda’s first thought was to push her daughter away, but no. It was such a loving act, and it felt so good! Long-dormant memories of breastfeeding returned, flashing through Linda’s brain in vivid sharpness.
“Honey, I…”
Sarah reached up to massage her mother’s free breast, now sending two arcs of electricity flashing through Linda’s nipples, right down to her dripping, wet pussy.
Goddamn!
Linda managed to mutter a few words as she pressed her breast firmly against Sarah’s hungry mouth. “That’s it, baby…ahhh…let me nurse you.”
Sarah moaned, and Linda could feel her daughter’s angel-soft fur rubbing against her thigh.
Fuck it, I surrender. Just let it happen and deal with the aftermath. This is so goddamn perverted, but so fucking hot! But how can something so tender and loving between Sarah and I be wrong?
With a single motion, Sarah rolled on top of her mother, but never let go of her breast. Now their mounds pressed against each other’s, fur rubbing against fur.
“Nnnnggg,” Linda bit her lower lip, looking down at her daughter as she squeezed her small buttocks. Now their bodies were moving together, erect clit against erect clit. Finally, Sarah let loose of her mother’s breast.
“Oh, Mom,” she whimpered. “Ohhhh…I’m so sorry! I need it so much!”
“Honey, just let it happen.” Linda looked into her daughter’s pleading eyes, soft, loving eyes begging to be understood. “Don’t be afraid.”
Sarah nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as she concentrated on the friction between them. Linda joined her daughter in one mutual objective, for them to come together.
“That’s it, love,” Linda panted as sensations increased, building up more and more.
“Yes…” Sarah’s mouth dropped open as her own orgasm approached. “Yes, Mom…YES!”
“Oh, fucking shit, honey…it’s coming! Coming!!!” Linda tried to keep quiet, but it was impossible.
“Yes, Mom…coming…coming…ohhhh, FUUUCKKK!!!”
This was no dream. It was real. Linda snarled as mother and daughter shared a mutual climax, animal instincts taking over as they mashed out wave after wave of incestuous pleasure.
“Oh, god, honey,” Linda whimpered through sharp jabs wracking her body. “What did you just say?”
Sarah, riding through the most intense crest of her orgasm, dropped her brow, her eyes drilling into her mother’s.
“I said FUCK!”
(to be continued)