Peter Jensen - Mother_s new boarder

"Yes… Yes… Yes I want you, darling Wendy," she murmured as they broke apart, the wild abandonment to her own lewd desires making her head roll and her mind abandon itself to lesbianism – to incestual lesbianism – her brain totally destroyed by the lewd and perverted hot fire of lust consuming her cunt and breasts and mouth. After all the pain and suffering she'd gone through, beginning with the slow, torturous progression of years of denial, the culminating in shame and unleashed drives in one searing moment of libertine freedom, now nothing mattered except surrender to the crazed desires that charged electrically through her – and her daughter's – wildly undulating bodies.

"Ohhhhh…" Wendy mewled with rapture.

"I want to kiss you, Mother… I want to kiss your cunt…"

"Oh, no, darling," Marleen Franklin whimpered. "Not that, that's awful… I never even allowed your father to do that to me."

Her daughter shivered and moaned, but began to slide away, kissing her mother on her heaving breasts and running fire-hot trails of tongue and lips down her soft, flat stomach and rounded abdomen, down farther to where her fingers were pumping with maddening bliss. Marleen raised her head to watch in half-revulsion, half-captivation as her voluptuous child moved around – she didn't think Wendy could do it, would do it – but the teenager was already wriggling her lovely young moon-shaped buttocks over her face, her legs and thighs straddling Marleen's panting mouth and nose, and the mother stared with wide eyes up at the young, barely mature pink slit of her child's cunt, and the moist wetness of Preston's sperm still gleaming on her soft, dark pubic hair.

Wendy gasped torturedly, all thoughts of right or wrong melting in the blast-furnace of her depraved emotions. She breathed in the beautiful bouquet of genital aroma coming from her mother's softly pulsating cunt, her own pussy below generating devils of sensuality and lust, and while she kept telling herself mindlessly that this was disgusting and that she had gotten carried away with the intensity of her love for her mother and should stop this, the small tendrils of shame and loathing which still clung to her soul only made what she wanted to do all the more lasciviously delightful and ravaging. Unable to control her secret longings any more, she dropped her head forward and blew a searing flame of hot breath into the open, pink well of her mother's naked vagina.

"Aggggghhhhhh…" Marleen gritted through clenched teeth. But even as she tried to break free from the warm embrace she and Wendy were in, Wendy was planting long, fevered kisses around her thighs and lower belly, all around her passionately throbbing cunt which was roaring with unrequited needs, swelling and expanding the inner walls and outer lips. Marleen's mind whirled with indecision as her child caressed her loins with hands and mouth, but she was able to pull some semblance of resistance together long enough to clench her thighs and buttocks together. The whole concept of mouth to genitals had sickened her previously – now it was a hundred times and hundred worse, for it was a young girl wanting to kiss and suck her vagina, a girl who was her own daughter!

Wendy stared at her mother's tightly closed slit, at the way it quivered with desire, at the enticing pink flesh just hidden by the honeydewed black curly hair that her own fingers had raised to a froth of excitement, and she couldn't hold out any longer. She shuddered and moaned: "Open your legs, Mother dear."

Her soft, urgent voice broke the strands of Marleen's will power, and she did, moaning slightly as Wendy touched the sensitive, blood-pounding skin and flesh. Wendy flicked out her small, wet tongue and teased one fold of her vaginal lips, and Marleen rose off the ground in involuntary reaction, and rotated her body slowly from side to side from the grazing tickle of her daughter's mouthing… Wendy eased more of her lips inside the wide-stretched cleft and found to her sublime horror that she got an enormous thrill from the contact, and she lashed out suddenly in a torrent of action, her tongue and lips invading with complete freedom, and she forgot where she was or what she was, or who was under her as her mind soaked up the ambrosia of excited female juices which poured forth from her mother's open split.

Marleen groaned from deep within her belly, exploding from the salacious and unwelcomed passions which were surging from her tingling flesh. She heard Wendy gasp for air and then bury even her nose in the hungrily grinding mouth between her legs, and she begged her daughter to stop… stop before she couldn't endure the sweet agony and depraved immersion of her cunt. "No… No… No…" she chanted weakly, twisting in the grip of her child's increasingly voracious tonguing, writhing as Wendy refused to stop, horridly aware that she herself was unable to break free from the open, hungry mouth which was glued to her insanely responding pussy. She wanted Wendy to stop… but at the same time didn't.

She gazed upward at the triangle of dark, wet pubic hair undulating a few inches above, at the swollen ruby vaginal lips of the girl who was kissing her own pussy, and the lascivious sight of her daughter's cuntal area became beautiful and sublime. She tentatively brushed her fingers across the quivering stomach and saw that this made Wendy tremble and little droplets of secretion appear at the coral-hued edges of her vaginal slit. The skin felt so soft and hot to touch… Marleen let her hands rove up and down her daughter's body, circling her thighs and buttocks, though not having the nerve to dip into the pulsating crest of hair and flesh between the widened legs. She couldn't… she just couldn't!

And then she was, finding to her shocked surprise before she knew what she was doing that she was clutching her child's firm white buttocks and drawing her head upwards, her face tangling in the softly tickling wisps of pubic hair with near spastic strength. Guilt at their actions surged through her for a fleeting moment, but all was overridden by her love – by her physical love – for Wendy, and her lips and tongue burrowed in the soft, recently sperm-filled cunt that was now resting upon her face, and she licked molten swaths all the way from her child's anus down to her vaginal hole and to her tiny, quivering clitoris, tasting the remaining male essence of David Preston's male ejaculation as she did so.

"Ohhhhh," Wendy cried in a muffled voice. "That's it, Mother… Ohhhhh, that's it! Faster! Faster!"

Wendy strained her loins downward into her mother's mouth with all her might. The marijuana was now working its full effect on her and coupled with the abandoned welcome to her unmentionable wish, she was beyond the point of comprehending anything except what she was doing. She salivated as never before as she tongued and kissed and slicked the pink, trembling flesh, and all the while Marleen was busy with the clenching confines of her wet, down-turned pussy as well. Wendy was about to burst from the volcano of lust inside her, and she thrust harder and harder, every inch of her on fire, and she felt herself cumming. The walls of Marleen's vagina grasped hungrily around her daughter's swirling tongue and her clitoris trembled from the driving lips and teeth. The muscles in her inner thighs and buttocks flexed against the torture of her untapped, unrestrained fury and she choked and gasped as she strove to bring her child to the same climax she was nearing…

And at the edge of the clearing stood Clyde Brooks and David Preston, and beside Preston sat the nervously whining King. They were all beadily watching the mother and daughter simultaneously absorbed in their writhing, undulating sucklings of each other's wildly squirming loins. Preston and Clyde stared bug-eyed at the matted pubic hair and pink vaginal slits and the licking, sliding tongues that slicked from the apex of their respective clitorises to the tender pink rose-buds of their anal orifices.