Harry Stevens: The family_s hot relations

"No!" Jane blurted. "I can't let it happen!"

She jumped from bed, dashing toward the phone to stop the call. But when Jane got there, the call had already been completed. Christy was standing there, a dreamy smile on her pretty, young face, as happy as she could be.

"I overheard," Jane confronted her daughter. "I can't let you see your father."

Christy's expression abruptly twisted into an angry frown. "Who's gonna stop me?"

"I will!" Jane declared, "I'll follow you. I'll…"

"You don't need to follow me, Mom," Christy cut in. "Daddy's coming over here to see me. You can even hang around and watch if you want to, just so long as you don't get in the way."

"Watch… what?" Jane gulped, expecting the worst.

"Do I really have to spell it out for you, Mom?" Christy chuckled.

"No… don't say it," Jane croaked.

"Don't say what, Mom?" Christy smirked. "That you don't have any claims on Daddy since you divorced him? That I'm the only woman in this family he digs anymore?"

"But you're not a woman. You're just a girl!" Jane protested. "Too young to know what you're doing. Please don't go through with this."

"Nothing you can say or do can stop me, Mom," Christy firmly stated. "I'm going to do everything I can to get Daddy to fuck me. I just hope he wants me as much as I want him."

"You won't!" Jane issued a strangled cry and threw herself at Christy.

Mother and daughter struggled until they fell, Jane on top. Christy kicked and thrashed, but her mother's strength was superior. Eventually Jane had pinned Christy's shoulders to the floor.

"You can't keep me down forever, Mom," Christy spat. "Why don't you just give up? What are you trying to prove?"

"That I love you!" Jane blurted. "I have to protect you from yourself."

"If you love me, you sure have a funny way of showing it," Christy said, twisting under the weight of her mother's body.

Stung by her daughter's words, Jane acted impulsively, feeling a burning need to prove her love. All of a sudden, she found herself kissing Christy on the lips. Then she recklessly drove her tongue down Christy's throat.

Only the need for air caused the deep, tonguing kiss to be broken.

Jane looked down at her daughter, ready to apologize for her rash behavior, but holding back until Christy spoke first.

But Christy said nothing. She just sighed. Then, abruptly, there was a second kiss. Only this time, Christy made it happen, and it was her tongue darting into her mother's mouth.

Jane couldn't control her emotions. She moved her thigh between Christy's spread legs, forcing up her daughter's skirt.

Now Jane could feel the warmth of her daughter's throbbing teenage cunt. She rubbed, and Christy's ass squirmed in response.

"Your pussy is so wet," Jane whispered when the second kiss had ended. "Is it because of your father, or… or…"

"It's you, Mom," Christy revealed. "The instant you kissed me I forgot all about Daddy. It just hit me all at once. Suddenly it was like you and I were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered."

"Oh, baby, you don't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that," Jane panted. "I'd do anything to make you see how much I care for you."

"Anything?" Christy grinned, flexing her damp twat against her mother's thigh.

"Oh, God, yes, sweetheart!" Jane swooned.

Jane tugged at her daughter's sweater, pulling it up and off. Christy's bra-less tits heaved into the open and Jane kissed them all over. Then she sucked a nipple, sucking until it was spiked with arousal before she moved on to the other one.

In the meantime, Christy was stripping away her skirt and panties, making herself naked for her horny mother.

"God, you're gorgeous!" Jane gushed when she realized her daughter was completely nude beneath her.

"Now it's your turn, Mom," Christy said. "Take off your clothes… or do you want me to do it for you?"

"Yes," Jane rasped. "Undress me, baby."

Jane rolled off her daughter, reclining on the floor as Christy hunched over her. First Jane's blouse was undone and her tits were being fondled and licked until her nipples were red and erect. Then Christy moved down, chuckling about saving the best part for last.

"Did I ever tell you that ever since I was a little girl I've been jealous of your cunt?" Christy asked as she removed Jane's skirt. "Always wondered if I'd ever grow up enough to have one like it. So pink and blonde and hairy… mmmmmm!"

Christy ran her fingertips along the rim of Jane's exposed twat, then tasted the sticky juice.

"Sooo sweeeeeet! Oh, Mom, I can't wait to go down on your pussy and really eat you out."

"Then do it!" Jane pleaded, spreading her legs. "Please do it to me!"

"Only if you eat my pussy, too," Christy said. Her mother eagerly accepted.

Now, mother and daughter curled themselves in a lesbian sixty-nine. Christy was on top, diving between her mother's open thighs to suck pussy, while offering her own cunt to Jane's face.

The female tongues resembled oral cocks as they probed the soft pussy meat. Each partner was getting her first real taste of another woman's cunt, but they nevertheless performed like experienced dykes.

"Oh, Mom," Christy moaned with a hairy mouthful of twat, "I've never tasted anything better than your cunt. How's my pussy? Is it sweet enough – wet enough – for you?"

"Mmmmm, your cunt's just perfect, baby," Jane slurped. "Can't get enough of it. If you don't watch out, I might eat a hole clean through you."

"Is that a threat or a promise, Mom?" Christy giggled into her mother's gash.

"Both, if you keep turning me on as much as you are."

"I'll do my best, Mom. This is the most fantastic action I've ever had. Who needs men?"

"You bet," Jane echoed her daughter's sentiment. "As long as we've got each other, cocks might as well not exist."

At this point, Jane caught her daughter's clit just right with the rough side of her tongue. Christy's ass jumped like it had just been burned.

"Ooooh, Mom!" she moaned. "I'm gonna come. Right away. Gonna come in your mouth if you keep doing that number on my clit!"

Jane's tongue scraped her daughter's clit with twice as much friction as before. True to her word, Christy climaxed with a mighty force, writhing and shuddering. The fresh pussy juice her cunt spilled in her mother's thirsty mouth could have filled a tea cup.

Jane feasted on the honey from her daughter's twat with sloppy gulps. Drinking the nectar from Christy's cunt added an element to her arousal that pushed Jane to the erotic edge. Quickly, Jane was climaxing too.

As mother and daughter, came in each other's mouth, their dialogue temporarily ceased and the air was filled with the sounds of continuos sucking.

Jane and Christy wallowed in meat, hair and pussy juice.

The orgasms of mother and daughter renewed themselves several times. Just as it seemed either Jane or Christy might stop coming, a new climax would surface, always stronger than the one it had replaced.

Eventually Jane and Christy were so frenzied that they lost track of which climax was whose. They came as though they were parts of the same being – over and over and over again.

Finally, the sixty-fining wound down. But only because Christy had a brainstorm that she could not resist putting into practice.

"You know what I want to do to you, Mom?" she said when the cunt-sucking stopped.

"Name it, baby."

"This is gonna sound pretty far-out," Christy warned.

"The farther out the better," Jane responded. "Whatever it is, we can find a way to do it."

"Okay," Christy said, "here goes."

She paused, building up her mother's curiosity.

"I want to fuck you," Christy evenly told her mother. "I mean really fuck you. Deep and hard, just like I was a man. Drive into your cunt as far as I can go."