Her mouth opened into a wide,” O,” as my middle finger went in to the first knuckle.
“Oh, God,” she let out. Her whole body shook in pleasure and her toes spread and flexed as her body processed pleasure. She squeezed my finger with her warm sphincter. When she relaxed, I would push my finger in then stop when she flexed. I did this until the tip of my finger made it past her sphincter and into her roasting body cavity.
I leaned forward and kissed her fingers as she gripped her knees and made my way down to her toes. When I felt, her body settle, I slowly moved my finger in and out, always keeping it completely in her tight sphincter. Her pussy continuously drooled lubrication onto my finger. I loved the idea that she was self-lubricating. Her mind was so consumed by lust that she lacked the concentration to kiss. Her head was on the arm rest and she just stared at the ceiling lost in blinding anal pleasure. Looking into her eyes, I could see her pupils dilate as she stared into the distance.
Her arms were now folded beneath her knees, to hold them against her chest. I had one arm under her to support her upper back and my finger slowly moved in and out rasping against her every anal nerve ending. Our sex was give and take, at times I was under her control, but now she was under mine.
Christina was too deep in desire to hear, the front door open. Clarissa walked in, closed the door behind her and dropped her backpack.
“Hey there. You’re home early,” I said still fingering her mother.
She moved into the living room, sat on the couch next to me and began untying her shoes. “Yeah, I just had one final today. Last one, and now I’m all done.” She kicked off her shoes and socks. Then began undressing, “Looks like you two are having some fun.”
“We finished that large project, just minutes ago.”
When Clarissa was completely naked she leaned over her mother and lightly kissed me on the mouth.
“Hey Mom.”
Too horny to speak and arms locked under her knees, she could only meekly reach her lips towards her daughter. Clarissa knelt and began slowly kissing her mother’s face, moving down from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, finishing on her lips. She could feel the heat radiating from her mother’s body.
“You’ve really got her going,” said Clarissa enchanted by her mother’s state. Feasting her eyes, she began pinching her own small nipples. She moved towards her mother’s rear to get a better look. “Oh, my. Look at how wet she is.” Clarissa collected some of her mother’s flowing cream and tasted. “Sweet as candy,” she said popping her finger out of her mouth. She rested her head on the arm rest and just watched my finger move in and out of Christina’s tight gripping asshole.
With her head still resting on the arm of the chair, Clarissa released one hand from under her chin and softly traced her finger up and down the soles of her mother’s feet. Christina laughed and shook in lusty delirium, while trying to move her feet away from the probing finger.
“I love her when she’s like this. I love teasing and pushing her to the edge.” She placed her index finger against her mother’s quivering, weeping slit and let her cream heat her finger. Enunciating each word, she said, “And I love getting her there.”