“Fucking and licking my darling Mommy got me pretty horny,” I admitted, “You’d better get used to it like this,” as I lowered my wet pussy onto her face.
I can’t believe I’m about to lick my baby daughter’s pussy,” she said, just before she did.
“Oh trust me, you’re going to be eating my pussy so much you’ll count it as part of your diet,” I promised, just as it had become part of Amanda’s. I could have a dozen orgasms on a good day, easily… although only three or four was my norm. I added, “No one has ever been able to eat my peach just once.”
“Oh my,” she crooned, quite muffled. “You taste so good.”
“So I’ve been told,” I replied, that being a constant gustatory review from pretty much every woman who’d ever munched my box. “And this evening I learned I taste just like you.”
She moved her hands to my nylon-clad legs and massaged them as she licked, my almost forgetting this had all started with nylons.
Although I like a few positions such as legs spread and lying down, legs spread and sitting down, and a sideways 69, my favourite was being on top.
I was in control.
I could enjoy a nice, slow licking.
Or grinding one out on her face.
Although I wanted to enjoy a leisurely licking, my pussy was too excited at the moment.
After two or three minutes of Mom’s slow licking, I ordered, “Now get your daughter off, my Mommy-pet.”
She began licking faster, while I began grinding on her face… my desire to reach an orgasm overriding everything else.
“Faster, Mommy-slut,” I ordered a moment later, as I accelerated my grinding.
“Come on Mommy’s face, baby,” Mom said, between my licks.
Hearing her words somehow intensified my orgasm as I came seconds later and flooded my mother’s face, demonstrating to her my own squirting abilities.
She eagerly lapped up… or down… my cum, and I assumed she’d just become addicted to my pussy cream like all the others, but I was guessing that this time I was also addicted to hers.
Not wanting this to end, I waited until my orgasm had only just begun to subside before I climbed off her.
I asked, as I looked at her now very wet and messy face, “Want to see if three times is a charm?”
“Pardon?” she questioned.
I moved between her legs with my own spread legs until our pussies were kissing and explained. “This is called tribbing.”
“What is?” she asked, with a soft moan.
“Pussy to pussy rubbing,” I answered. I grabbed one of her feet and began sucking on her toes again, as I began grinding my pussy on hers.
“Oh,” she moaned, suddenly understanding what I was doing.
She began grinding back on my pussy.
She grabbed one of my nylon-clad feet and started sucking on my toes.
For a few minutes we just tribbed and sucked on each other’s toes.
There was moaning.
There was writhing.
There was sweat.
“Can we 69?” Mom asked.
“How can I say no to that?” I smiled, so we repositioned ourselves side-by-side.
And then we licked each other.
And then we fingered each other.
And then I found her g-spot.
And then she found mine.
And then we both gushed all over each other’s faces within seconds of each other with what felt like gallons of sweet, delicious cum.