She went over the edge, I could feel her vagina pulse rapidly on my cock with her cervix sucking on the head of my penis. It was too much. I erupted into her, pulsing squirt after squirt of semen. Pleasure coursed down my body, it was so intense that I had to squeeze my eyes tight in unison with me squeezing her thin ankles. When my orgasm finally subsided. She was still in sitting on me with my cock in her. Looking down I could see her white juices flow down and out of her. The towel was soaked. She leaned forward straddling me and began scooping up her thick fresh orgasm cream, only to smear it all over her upper body. Her small A cup breasts were shiny and slick with her own cum. She kept doing this lost in her own world of lust. She was rubbing her own cum on her neck, her face and into her mouth savoring its flavor. She then lay back on my lap, her eager vagina still gripping my penis, and began to smother her legs with our combined juices. In a matter of minutes, she was completely soaked and shiny with her own cum, slowly writhing on my lap.
“Now isn’t this a sight to see,” it was Christina, home early from her double shift. Shit, shit, shit. It’s over, game over. She’s gonna freak and storm out of here. But she didn’t, first, she seemed a bit disappointed and then relieved.
She brought her finger to her mouth to shush me and then, proceeded to take off clothing next to us leaving her wearing just a smile. Clarissa her daughter never skipped a beat, she was lost in her own world. “So sorry about this. It’s just that once she gets going, she really gets going. How is the milkmaid’s hand?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” I said to her a bit unsure. I asked, “So you know about that?”
“Yeah, I practice kagels myself,” as she was talking she moved in behind her daughter and started rubbing her tits from behind. “I told her about them and she started practicing, and then took it to a whole other level. Hey do me a favor, let’s all move to the floor. She gets really into it after her first orgasm. I don’t want her falling off.”
“Yeah, no problem.” We both held her while I slid slowly down to the floor. Which worked out really great. Clarissa’s pussy had a hell of a grip on me the whole time. I ended up laying down on the floor with my head propped up by the foot of the couch. The towel that was underneath of both came down as well and helped prop me a bit, like a pillow, a wet squishy pillow.
“Sorry, we’re really open with each other and I told her about all the nasty things we would do. I guess she just couldn’t help herself.” She frowned a bit and seemed saddened by what she said. “I suppose now you’ll find us both disgusting, the incest and all.” While she was talking to me she knelt down in between my legs behind Clarissa and held her up from behind. Clarissa leaned back against her mother and kept rubbing her slick and shiny body. I was a bit confused, she stripped down as though ready to join in. “So, sorry.If you want I’ll get her off of you and we’ll be out of here in the morning,” and now she seemed ready to leave.