That sent me into top gear. Suddenly I remembered the vibrator switch, and reached into the strap-on enough to set the switch up to maximum. My daughter pulled out of my ass and clutched my shoulders and babbled dirty words as my cock demolished her cunt. I thrust and pounded and hammered my daughter in a blind rage, reducing her to nothing but pitiful squeals and heartfelt groans.
When I was sure her climaxes were over, I pulled out, stripped off the strap-on, and went back to being Carla’s mother. I tenderly cleaned up her swollen and stretched pussy with my soft tongue, soothing and calming all the places I had been so eager to attack just a few moments before. It made me feel so loving to lap up all the cream that had oozed out of her until she was all neat and tidy again.
We rested for quite a while, allowing our desire to build up once more. Then Carla got me all worked up until finally showed me what was what, fulfilling the promise of her finger by putting me on my hands and knees and fucking me up the butt. As she reached around to send me to heaven with that same finger on my clit, I knew I was 100% female, being made to submit by my daughter’s mother-fucking cock.
Later, we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Since then, Carla and I get it on at least twice a week. We have bought one another many pussy-pleasing toys since then, and done everything two women could possibly do together in bed and a lot more as well. But when I’m feeling sentimental, I love to get out the original old dildo that first brought us together, and Carla and I take turns with it, fucking the night away.
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