James Evers - Hungry wives

The two women hugged in thrilled response to their secret plot. Marge almost felt like crying in gratitude for her daughter's blunt advice. It all sounded so simple and right, with the possibility of a lot of fun in the process.

"I'm nervous, Laura. I'm not sure how to start." Laura stared at her mother pensively before speaking. "You could start now if you want."

"NOW! Is Larry still here?"

"No… but I am."

Now it was Marge's turn to stare. She waited for the shock to come, but it would not. Too much had happened already in one day to be so easily toppled by just one more new experience.

"But honey, that's… that's…"

"Incest? Can you think of a better way to get started on the new you?"

With this Laura began moving her face toward Marge, slowly, tentatively, measuring each of the older woman's responses before allowing her lips to brush across the moist, red parting of her mother's mouth. Slowly she pressed against Marge's face, her tongue circling the pearly ridge of her teeth.

For once Marge just reacted, not judging, or evaluating just tasting the pure experience of her daughter's sweet, warm mouth. And now she was returning the kiss, her tongue coming out to probe the inner recesses of the young girl's orifice.

Soon their avidly darting tongues were wrestling in bold, passionate hunger as their mouths sucked frantically at one another, their hands rising to join in the writhing battle of lust that was now taking place.

Marge was quickly sinking into the unaccountable thrill of her own sexuality, and the intensely erotic joy of her daughter's soft, female body. She ran her hands over Laura's beautifully textured flesh, her soft rounded contours, so perfect a copy of her own, so much a product of her creation, it was like touching herself.

Groans of pure delight began spilling from the two clutching bodies as their passions swelled. Laura, unable to contain the raging fires lit by the tingling thrills of her mother's exploring fingers, rose up and straddled the full, trembling form of Marge's outstretched body. She trapped Marge's hips in the hard grip of her strong thighs, and pressed down until their two soft pubic mounds met.

A spark seemed to jump as the matched, curling patches came together, releasing the instant flow of their thick cuntal juices. The moans became fierce and loud as the slow grinding of their crotches spiraled the pounding rhythms of their passions.

Marge shivered in anticipation as she felt Laura's frame slither down her hungry body, her mouth laying a glistening trail of saliva front her neck to her aching breasts. Her tongue circled the firm spikes, teasing them into steely erection before nestling them lovingly in the warm cradle of her sucking mouth.

Laura worked from one tit to the other, pulling at the tiny nipples like two straws, sucking the raw passion of her burning loins up into the quivering swells of her heaving tits. Then, as if to fill the vacuum of her belly, she lowered her fingers, pressing them into the tight vee of her mother's soaking cunt. Marge jolted as a high voltage current surged from tit to cunt, from mouth to hand. Her hips began undulating uncontrollably, the erotic emotions bolting frantically in response to the young girl's knowing cuntal caresses.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh…"

Marge was mewling helplessly, a willing servant to her own impulses. "Yes, yyyyeeeeessssssssss!"

Laura's moist lips began moving down the dark valley of Marge's cleavage, across the flat plain of her stomach, and finally resting for a moment in the crater of her navel. Marge could feel her thighs being spread apart by gentle, expert fingers, and her legs being lifted to expose the trickling furrow of her cunt.

Crawling between her mother's legs, Laura's hands kneaded the satiny flesh of Marge's inner thighs. Her tongue resumed its descent, and landed in the soft blond patch with an accompanying scream of delight. Having attained its goal, Laura's mouth began working into the wrinkled folds, parting the matted crease with short, deft strokes of her slithering tongue.

"Oooooohhhh Goddd!" she cried. "YES! Do it, honey, do it to me! Lick me! Lick me with your gorgeous tongue!"

Suddenly Marge was lost in the pure wanton bliss of the young girl's raging mouth. Her tongue, that tantalizing, licking, soul-destroying tongue, was buried in her twitching cunt-lips, and fucking frantically at her tiny erect clit, drowning her in a searing wave of erotic sensations.

Laura's licker would dance across the tiny bud, touching those secret corners, and teasing the passion-swollen organ, with that special touch that only another woman could possess. Then she would dive and bury her cocklike tongue deep into the seething chamber of Marge's pussy, drinking the rich juices that flowed abundantly from her sex-charged glands.

Marge was no longer able to control her impulses. Her body squirmed frantically under the perfect probing of her daughter's tongue.

"Oh God, Laura! Your body… give me your body! I want to bury my face in your sweet cunt, and fill you with my love! Fill your cunt with my burning love."

"Yes, Mother… taste me… fill me!"

Quickly Laura reversed her position. Her legs came up and straddled Marge's face, her thighs spreading wide to reveal the glistening, pink crack of her cunt to her mother's searching gaze.

Marge stared greedily at the moist furrow, its quivering, crinkled lips surrounded with downy blond curls. She drank in the aroma, savoring the smell, the womanly smell as Laura's tongue resumed its thrilling attack.

She moved unsurely at first, her tongue coming out experimentally to rind Laura's clitoris. Timidly she licked it, increasing her tempo with each thrust as her daughter's gyrating body screamed out its lusting approval.

"Oh Mom, Mom! Yes! Harder! Lick me harder! Suck my cunt… suck it till I'm raw!"

Marge firmed her tongue, and buried it deep into the young girl's hot, running cunt. The sweet taste of cunt filled her mouth for the first time, and suddenly she was dizzy with the intoxicating pleasure of the experience.

She became a wild woman. Frantically she rolled her head between the churning white pillars of her daughter's thighs, grinding her chin against the hard cued ball of her clit while her tongue speared in and out of her clutching pussy.

"Pussy!" she screamed. "I love your sweet pussy!"

Marge was a using mass, lunging in fierce, cock-like strokes, listening as her daughter's muffled cries rushed out from between her own thighs.

"God yes!" Marge cried. "Drown me! Drown me in the sweet juices of your cum!" She licked frantically, the gushing fluids streaming down her soaked face, and swallowed gulp after gulp of Laura's flooding orgasm.

Laura momentarily collapsed against Marge, and then rolling off, reversed herself, her mouth coming up to meet Marge's in a long, deeply passionate kiss.

"Mother, that was incredible," she declared, her voice no more than a satisfied gasp.

"It was beautiful," Marge replied.

"But now, it's your turn!" Laura jumped from the bed, and raced to her dresser.

Marge stand aghast as her daughter strapped the object to her hips. It was a huge cock, large and thick, a perfect imitation from its big head, to the thick veins that ran along its shaft.

"LAURA!" she gasped. "What are you doing with that?"

"My approach to sex is a lot different than yours, Mother. But as the new you starts emerging, maybe you'll begin to see the beauty of devices. It you do, you can always go into that drawer. I have this, and several other things that I'm sure you could find very exciting. But right now, I owe you for one hell of a great orgasm!"

Marge watched as Laura slid between her legs, the giant instrument bobbing from her hips. Slowly she reached into Marge's cunt, and parted the soft lips with her fingers. She swirled her hand, and pulled the juices out to coat the dry surface of the dildo.