The Boyfriend's Dad(40)
“Take me in your arms, Mother,” Tamera said softly. She sunk down and lay spread out, her arms outstretched. “I love you, Mother. I love you more than them…”
Carla stared into the other’s pain-flecked eyes, and she knew instinctively that she and her child were the same, and enslaved in their webs of physical weaknesses. The immoral ties which bound them somehow made things a little easier and helped blank out the hoarse urgings of the lewd man and boy as they hotly eyed the two naked women.
“Kiss me, Mother…” Tamera said, breathing harshly. “Kiss me…” A tortured moan escaped from Carla’s lips, but she couldn’t stop herself from responding. She lay down beside her daughter, wrapped her in her arms, and her lips found Tamera’s with an agile, softly sweet possession, and her tongue fluttered hesitantly into the warmly waiting mouth.
Tamera was in a torment of agony, and she trembled all over with the strange forbiddeness of the situation, knowing now that there was no way out, abhorred with the idea that she was in partnership with loving another female, and yet so strongly drawn to her mother that she wasn’t sure that she didn’t want this to be happening. She sucked her mother’s tongue, kissing back hard—a lover’s kiss, a kiss she would have normally given to Eddie. She reached upward and touched and caressed the breast pressing against her own, feeling the wetness of perspiration and the stiffening of its nipple under her long, slim fingers. She rolled and squeezed it in an understanding way, and Carla gasped, momentarily closing her eyes as the sensuously warm sensation coursed excitingly through her.
“No… no, darling, we mustn’t.”
“Oh yes you will!” McDonald ordered feverishly. “You will, or I’ll sell those pictures. So help me, I will!”
“Yeah! More! More!” Eddie breathed harshly, quickly taking off his pants and shirt and climbing on the large double bed with his father so that he could watch, his cock already a hard, long rod, aching with excitement. “Go on, Tamera, lick your mother!”
“And you, Carla, lick your daughter,” McDonald added, laughing.
Carla lay frozen against the soft, voluptuously formed body pressing against hers, a dry and strangling choke in her throat as she touched her lips with her tongue, feeling Tamera’s teeth and inner cheeks, and the hand stroking her naked breast gently, taunting her nipple, trailing her other hand down to press hard against her nervously palpitating belly. “Tamera… Oh, Tamera…” she whispered, the girl’s strong young body trembling hotly, nakedly, and her fingers running over her flesh in a knowing female caress, making Carla gasp and shiver from the delicate tracings.
“You’re so pretty, Mum,” Tamera crooned. “You know that? You know that I’ve always admired you, especially when I’ve seen you naked, like in the shower? I’ve always hoped to grow up to look like you…” She dug her hips into the bed and before her mother could stop her, she spread her legs slightly and pushed her pubic mound up hard against her mother’s, rubbing their soft blonde pussy curls together with a friction which made her tingle with arousal. Her hand crept down, down still more until her fingers parted Carla’s coral-tinged cunt-lips and slid inside the warm depths of her pussy. “Ohhhhh, Mother, love me…”
Carla sucked in her breath, her eyes bulging as she felt her daughter jerk her loins and whip her fingers in and out in a regular beating rhythm. “Tamera,” she groaned, and put her own hand between them to still the flying hand. “Stop, stop…”
“Don’t stop,” McDonald drooled. “Carla, play with Tamera’s cunt. Don’t stop her from fingering yours!” He glanced over at his son. Eddie was sprawled beside the woman and girl as he reveled in their lewd display, his blood-sated cock rigid, his hand stroking it lightly. “That’s it, son,” he said proudly. “But don’t beat off too hard, or you’ll cum before it’s time!”
“Don’t worry, Dad,” Eddie panted. “You showed me how.”
Carla was drawn by the lewd command and her own rising pulse to slowly fondle her child’s softly curling pubic hair and wet, throbbing vagina.
“Ohhh, that’s it, Mother,” Tamera gasped. “Don’t stop… Don’t stop, please… Keep on, deeper!” She moved her loins and buttocks so that they were open for full access to her pussy, and she undulated her hips abandonedly, her cunt secreting juices of rising excitement which washed warmly over Carla’s fingers. The mother tried to cease, but she couldn’t, and she began to stroke the heatedly squirming young mound, running her hands deftly into the tiny valley of pink flesh as the girl shuddered and gasped. This was wicked, sick, perverted… but she was becoming more excited by the second… excited by her own naked daughter!