Once my fingers were sufficiently cleaned off, I stood up, took Julia and Jane by the hand, and led them up the stairs to my bedroom.
As we entered my room, I led Jane to the chair in the corner of my room.
“Just watch,” I commanded her.
I walked over to Julia, took her by the hips, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. My hands held her bare stomach as I pulled her close.
While my demeanor in the living room was aggressive, once in my bedroom, my love for my daughter overwhelmed me, and I wanted to caress and make love to my daughter gently.
I laid Julia on my bed and slid on top of her. I began exploring Julia’s body. Her young, tight body felt good underhand. Those hours in the gym and running on the street were evident as her tight abs and strong arms met my own. I was constantly reminded of Julia’s youth as her smooth, flawless skin and naturally large breasts pressed against me as we made out.
As we kissed, I pushed my knee into my daughter’s crotch. The zipper of her latex leggings spread as I ground my knee against my daughter’s swollen pussy.
Julia moaned into my mouth as she grabbed my ass, pulling me harder into her. My body began heating up as Julia, and I moved in rhythm with each other. I was lost in the sensation of my daughter’s latex rubbing against my own.
Julia ran her hands over my motherly curves, loving how the latex clung to my skin. As we kissed, echoes of latex rubbing together filled the room, creating a sensual soundtrack for our embrace.
We spent what felt like hours exploring each other’s bodies. Julia continued to grab and massage my ass, seemly loving the feeling of my behind. As time passed, Julia slowly worked her way up my thighs, closer to my crotch. Julia’s fingers traced the inside of my thighs, causing me to moan her name in appreciation. Julia somehow knew all the right places to touch. It made me wonder just how much experience my daughter had with women.
While Julia continued to explore my body, I continued to explore hers. I used my fingers to trace the underside of her latex-covered breast. This spot was particularly sensitive for my daughter, who moaned in delight.
“Mommy, that feels good. Play with my tits, please,” Julia requested.
With some hesitation, I pulled away from our deep embrace and kissed down to my daughter’s tits. I ran my tongue over her clavicle, leaving a trail of salvia on her smooth latex top. My fingers traced the outlines of my daughter’s chest while I ran my tongue over her hard nipples. While I was worried about ripping her new shirt, I tugged Julia’s nipples with my teeth.
“Yes, Mommy!” Julia moaned.
The slight pain clearly caused my daughter an enormous amount of pleasure. Julia suddenly flipped me on my back. I was shocked by her aggressive maneuver but curious about what would happen next. She kissed me fiercely before running her tongue down my neck to my latex-covered tits. The sensation was incredible. As Julia ran her tongue down my latex-covered body, her hands played with my breast, pinching and rolling my nipples through her fingers.