Peter Jensen - The boyfriend_s Dad

"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!

"Tamera… Oh God…" She couldn't comprehend what was taking place. Again, Tamera kissed her, and then she slid her face down a little lower and her lips closed against her mother's distended nipple, sucking it furiously as if hoping that the breast would stream out with milk. Carla sensed her breasts grow large and hard, and then she gave in to the sensations and rubbed her child's cunt all the harder, while Tamera rolled and brushed the soft matte of their pubic hairs warmly against their hands.

Tamera moved her own hand out from between them, and then over the trembling firm buttocks, pulling them apart to stroke Carla's tiny little anal mouth delicately with her forefinger. Carla trembled and moaned from the lewd and unwelcomed passions which seethed in her blood, for her daughter was moving her fingers around so that while one was on her rectum, the others were teasing her cunt again with the soft strokings of a feather. Her flesh rippled with desire as her own fingers responded with still more teasing motions, sliding in and out of the tight, little vagina, massaging Tamera's tiny, hardening clitoris with her thumb and forefinger.

Her hand in her mother's flowering, lubricious cunt, Tamera let all thoughts of right and wrong, or the presence of the McDonald man and son sweep away, and she let her tongue trail between Carla's breasts, nibbling with her sharp little teeth at the diamond-chip nipples and soft skin. Carla whimpered uncontrollably from the unexpected delights, and she tried to once more protest, but she couldn't seem to voice anything save a long sigh.

"God!" Eddie groaned. "I can't take much more of this! Get them to suck each other off, right now!"

"Right, son," McDonald panted obscenely. "You heard him, little girl. Lick your mother's cunt for awhile!"

A tortured gasp escaped from Carla's mouth, certainly her daughter would never consent to a perversion like that! But then the teenager's tongue was sliding down over her trembling belly, and she ground her mouth for a moment to her mother's naval, raising soft mewls and gasps, and then she squirmed around so that she could go lower, and again Carla tried to stop her daughter – but the maddening patterns of indecent sensations trailing after her gently nipping teeth caused the voluptuous young mother to open wider to the onslaught of the fingers which were moving so lovingly in and out of her cuntal channel.

Carla's breath caught in her throat as the now excited young girl began to shower kisses on her thighs… and then on the blonde triangle of tender raised flesh between them, and she inched her legs wider still to allow the girl to reach into the soft, pinkly moistened vaginal lips. A lewd shudder of forbidden delight coursed through her body as Tamera's tongue found her clitoris, gently sucking it up into her mouth. A wave of revulsion ran through her as she realized the enormity of what she was allowing to happen… but the stimulation was enormous, overcoming all opposition.

Tamera eased her small, moist tongue into the soft wet folds of her mother's trembling cuntal lips, and then sucked delightedly at the helplessly quivering flesh, Carla rising off of the bed in involuntary reaction, rotating her body so that she could feel more of her daughter's fresh young mouth between her legs. Tamera found that instead of horror and sickening revulsion that she would have thought she'd have at doing such an act, she was experiencing a wild, forbidden thrill from the wet passion-inciting contact, and she lashed out in an insane torrent of action, her tongue and lips invading with total freedom, forgetting where she was or who was with her – only that she was drinking ambrosia and breathing in the sweet musk from the openly dilated pussy which had once welcomed her own father's desire-hardened penis.

Carla raised her head to watch in totally mesmerized captivation as her teenage daughter nestled her face lovingly in the hollow of her open thighs. She felt the soft kisses on the tender pink creases of her skin, the hot breaths of air blowing into the excitedly parting orifice of her cunt, but mostly she felt the licking in long sensuous strokes from the tip of her clitoris all the way down her widespread vaginal slit to her anus, where it teased hotly at the tiny puckered opening, then back up in a slow mind-wrenching motion between the sparsely hair-fringed lips between her legs. She hissed and rolled her head in subservient acquiescence as her young, teenage daughter reached up with both hands and played with her breasts, the tonguing becoming hungrier, lashing everywhere up into her lustfully throbbing loins, making her insides curl up and vibrate with wonderful tensions.

Tamera moved on the bed again, sucking air in short surges so she wouldn't have to break the warm, fleshy contact as she fervently lapped with her eager young mouth, her nose buried in her mother's steaming cunt with wild depravity. She stretched out alongside Carla, only now her legs were in front of the voluptuous woman's lust-glazed eyes, her soft blonde pubic mound undulating a scant few inches from the mother's face. Carla gazed at the swollen, excitedly glistening lips of her daughter's vagina, and it seemed to her that the lewd sight was erotically sublime. She brushed her fingers worshipfully over Tamera's vagina, feeling her child tremble and seeing little droplets of rising secretion appear along the pink flesh and soft, fleecy pubic curls. The skin was softer and hotter now to Carla, and she quaked with unknown desire to kiss it. But she couldn't. She just couldn't!