When Clarissa started to push her little finger in, I stopped moving mine, so that Christina could fully feel a new digit enter her. As her daughter’s finger made its entry, she jolted as each knuckle passed her sweltering inner lips.
Now that my finger and Clarissa’s finger were now fully in her mother, we began moving in and out. We moved in perfect slow unison making sure that Christina’s gripping hot orifices felt every ridge on the finger prints of our digits. Her body rocked and rattled as each of our knuckles made entry and exited. When we felt her start to clamp on our fingers nearing orgasm, we stopped and waited for her to move back from the edge.
Her breathing subsided as beads of sweat began to roll from her body, moving away from the fringe of orgasm. Calmly, she opened her eyes, which took a moment to focus on me and nodded a meek yes. And again, her daughter and I probed her hot dripping holes until she was on the boundary of orgasm.
We repeated our routine using various techniques. When Clarissa and I switched holes, we traced along Christina’s perineum causing her toes to spread and contract.
Clarissa liked to use two fingers, one from each hand and spread her mother’s scorching hole open to admire the view. Sometimes she moved both fingers in unison, other times she moved them in opposite directions. All the while we kept our long rhythm of bringing Christina to the fringe of orgasm, only to stop, letting her writhe as she fought to calm herself.
“She loves anal play. I’ve done this to her for hours once. She didn’t squirt, she erupted all over me,” she said mesmerized by her mother’s pink flexing aperture.
“Let’s put her on the mat, then we’ll both have our way with her,” I said smiling to Clarissa.
She rubbed her hands together deviously and set to the task. She set out the large, teal foam workout mat on the living room floor. When she was satisfied, she gave me a thumbs up with a large grin, “Ready.”
Slowly, I pulled my finger out of Christina’s hot pink asshole. Clarissa and I smiled in delight as we heard her take in sharp breaths as I pulled out. As soon as my finger was out, Clarissa grabbed my hand and took my finger into her mouth. This nasty little girl loved everything about her mother, even how she tasted.
Christina released her legs and they fell on Clarissa.
“Hey? What gives?”
Christina started to come out of her fugue, “Oh, sorry. Hi sweety. When did you get here?”
“I just got in a couple minutes ago. Finished my last final this morning.”
I got up lifting Christina with me and we made our way over to the workout mat. I set her down on her back letting her relax. I moved down and brought her feet on my lap and began to softly massage them using her vaginal cream as lubricant. Her daughter sat down beside her, grasped her hands and massaged them also using her mother’s cream as lubricant. Christina, eyes closed, lay relaxed on the floor as her body buzzed in heightened lust.
“I take it the big project is all done,” asked Clarissa?