"Mom, I need a quickie before we go to Allison's, will you--" She is cut off by the sight of you and Julie
breaking a post- coital kiss. Quickly Julie slides off your swollen member, which slides out with a pop, her
hot, wet tits sliding off your muscular chest and wobbling momentarily before coming to rest firm and high like
a well-baffled waterbed "Briana, I didn't mean to--" but Julie has no defense for giving in to your rape of her a moment
before and her voice trails off.
Briana is mesmerized by your 9-inch tool, still hard as a rock from your fuck. It's drooling at her like a baby
hungry for its mama's tits. Absently, Brianna lets go of the terry cloth robe clinging to her lithe body, revealing smooth,
pink cleavage only now half-covered. Oh, to be a baby right now sucking on those beauties! As if consious of your
thoughts, she quickly pulls the robe back, her tits jiggling underneath. She is blonde and a bit taller, but otherwise in
every way a younger version of her mother. Her pretty eyes blinking in shock, her legs starting to tremble, she
starts to turn to run, but then remembers her mother is with you. All this time, her wide, green eyes have not
left your setiffened pole--doubtless doing its thinking for you again and thinking of this new voluptuous possibility
standing before it.
Julie's eyes move from you to her daughter with a worried expression. Slowly, calmly, you step out of the
shower, your prick swaying before you, Briana's eyes still glued to it. "Wh-What are you doing?" the girl says in
a quiet, dreamy voice." Julie is struck by the realization of what's going to happen before you fully realize it
yourself. You're going to take her just like her mother while Julie watches. Brianna is frozen to the floor as if
bolted there. Her lips trembling--with fear yes, but with something else--longing!
"NO," Julie whines, "Not here. Not my daughter." Your hands reach for Briana's robe, your touch on her
lily-white, silky shoulders causing her to suddenly inhale sharply, shivering with anticipation and dread. Briana, like most teenagers, had never had a cock split her virgin pussy. As you pull the tie that binds the robe, it slide slowly down, pooling
on the floor, revealing inch by inch her gorgeous tits, impossibly smooth, and at the same time huge on her slender
frame, the tips hardening in the cold, dry air of the room. Down past her tiny waist, as if in slow motion, the robe falls, pausing a delicious instant on her sensuous, full hips, finally, as you see in the mirror on the door, slipping to the floor off her
perfect heart-shaped ass. Her skin was so perfect it was if she were a doll, or used body makeup. You reach out and
touch the perfect skin of her tight abs, causing her to shudder and move away a step.
"Mom, I don't know what to do."
"It's OK, baby. We'd better do as he says. There's no point in fighting it." Julie's mood had changed, you notice, as you
observe her hungry eyes devouring her daughter's sexy figure, and the crack in her husky voice. Armed with new
confidence, you slowly rub your hands upwards to cup her 36 DD melons. So spongy warm, yet so firm and without sag.
The warm titflesh buries your big hands, and as you raise them and start to thumb the tender nubs, Briana moans with desire, her hands joining yours on her stiffening tips, squeezing and needing in rhythm with your own efforts.As you massage
her quaking globes you bury your tongue in the cleft between them, your hot flesh licking both breasts and fingers in delightful
flurry. As your tongue flicks her aureole, further distending the already turgid nipples, Briana's head arches back in pleasure, her moans mixing with your grunt of animal satisfaction. You feel soft hands gliding around your waist, intent on the target
of your raging prick. Julie has joined the action, her ragged breathing now hot in your ear.
Deliberately, your hand snakes down to Briana's panties, fingers skillfully playing under the lacy fabric and gently grapsing
her waiting pleasure knob. The girls knees, already shaking, start to collapse, and you catch her, planting your eager hand
on those perfect, downy soft ass globes.
Julie is whispering in your ear, unable to control her lust, but part of her afraid for her daughter. "Please don't fuck her cunt. She's a virgin. There's some lubricant in the cabinet. I want to see your cock buried in her chest!"
A jolt goes through you at the thought, her huge melons pressed tightly against your pects at the moment, her stiff
knobs rubbing your chest hair, your sticky cock slipping on her soft belly like weak velcro. |