“Nope. I think that covers it all. I’ll touch base with you in about two weeks to check on the progress. Sound good?”
“Sounds great. See you in two weeks.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” With frantic hand movements I closed the window, stood, removed my shirt and made my way to the girls.
Kneeling behind Christina, I reached my arms under her arms and legs, then slowly lifted her up and off her end of the dildo. I carried her over to the mat in the center of the living room. She kissed me softly on the chin while fondling my rock-hard cock with her other hand. Her body was slick with sweat and saliva.
I then did the same thing with Clarissa and brought her over to our love mat. She kept her firm grip on the dildo as it dangled from her gripping sex.
Christina stared at us with sex crazed eyes. Saliva dripped from her elbow caused by fondling her eager mouth with slimy fingers. Her other hand made squishing sounds as she pushed her palm into clit, cream oozed from in between her fingers.
I laid Clarissa down across from her, careful not to place her directly on the dildo. Laying down behind Clarissa, I pulled her petite body onto mine, so we both faced her mother. Being covered with saliva and sweat, she slid across my body easily. I lifted her high enough so that my penis sprung out and rested against her gooey butt crack. The dildo still in her, forced me to one side. I lifted my head so that I could see my throbbing cock juxtaposed next to Clarissa’s pussy grasping the dildo. I let my head drop back on the mat, if I looked too long, I would have cum.
Christina crawled over to us on all fours, smiling at the sight. She lightly held the end of the dildo up and watched in amazement as her daughter moved it in and out. She asked, “How does it feel sweety?”
“Mommy, it feels great. This is the best graduation gift ever. Thank you, Mike. Thank you, Mommy.” Clarissa’s voice wavered as she barely got the words out.
Laying on top of me, she searched for my hands with hers. Our palm met and her fingers interlaced with mine.
“One second sweety,” I said to Clarissa releasing one of my hands from hers. I reach up and behind me for a pillow to place behind my head. I really needed to see what Christina was up to. Once it was positioned, I returned my hand to hers.
My knees were bent, with my legs spread to give Christina room. Clarissa’s legs were outside of mine, spread even wider.
Christina kneeled below us, blinding us with her sly smile. She scooted over to one side and leaned her head against my right knee. Then with a free hand, she grabbed the end of the dildo and slowly began to pull it out of her daughter.
“Oh my God. Please leave it in Mommy. Please…oh,” she moaned and thrashed on top of my body. Her fingers squeezed mine and I could see and feel her skinny legs shake.
Christina placed one hand below her daughter’s vagina to collect her daughter’s cream as it came out.
“Please, please,” was all Clarissa could say to her mother over and over. She craved to have as much dildo in her as possible. Teasing her daughter, she slowly pulled, drawing waves of pleasure as the dildo cleared her tight, wet inner labia. Clarissa’s body heated as each rib exited her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest. Drips of sweat rolled down from her armpits and the backs of her knees settling onto my body. Her breathing was deep, heavy and hoarse. Her small flat chest shrank and expanded as her body assimilated the pleasure coursing through her.