Kathy Andrews - Hot sucking daughter

Ever since her mother had started licking her pussy, Peggy felt as if she were about to come. The sensation was rumbling deep inside her stomach, making it tremble. She gripped her mother's head very tightly with her thighs, locking her ankles behind her mother's back.

The feeling of her mother's tongue inside her tight cunt was so much different than a hard cock. Different, but just as good, just as thrilling. The ecstasy was so great, Peggy could not remain silent.

"I love it, Mother!" she groaned, her head twisting from side to side now as the pleasure bubbled hotter yet. "Ooooh, kiss it for me, Mother! Kiss my pussy! I'm on fire, Mother! Ohhh, kiss my cunt! Lick it for me… suck it… eat it! Oh, Mother, eat my cunt up! Fuck it with your tongue… Ohhhh! Oooooh, Mother!"

Ann's tongue flew in and out of the slippery cunt swiftly now. She tongue fucked the sweetness of her daughter's pussy eagerly, hungrily. Her tongue went deep, twirled about, then withdrew to lick up over her inflamed clitoris. Only to dive back into the tight sweetness again. Her hands clawed at Peggy's bunching ass cheeks, her fingers digging into the resilient flesh. Her mouth filled with the seeping juices, and Ann had to swallow often. Now and then she would lap at her daughter's crotch, then slam her tongue deep again. Her upper lip pressed and writhed on her sensitive clitoris, knowing the thrills it gave Peggy.

Peggy twisted and churned her hips, grinding into her mother's face in a frenzy as her orgasm continued to build. It seemed to be taking forever to explode, but Peggy was greedy to have it. Her cunt clung to her mother's thrusting tongue.

"I'm gonna do it, Mother!" she squealed. "I can't hold it back any longer! I'm gonna come, Mother! Ohhh, suck me… lick me… tonguefuck my cunt, Mother! I'm going to come! Ohhh, there… there! I'm coming! I'm coming, Mother!"

Ann felt her daughter's cunt grip her deeply buried tongue, and she slammed it in and out as fast as she could. Her fingers dug into the cheeks of Peggy's ass, holding her delicious cunt tight to her mouth. Peggy mewled loudly as she came, grinding hard into her mother's mouth.

Ann kept her tongue moving until she was sure Peggy had finished. Then she pulled her tongue free of her clinging cunt and kissed at a trembling thigh. She sat back on her heels, watching as Peggy slowly came down. She gazed at her daughter's succulent twat until Peggy finally became still.

"Feel better, Peggy?" Ann asked in a soft voice.

Instead of replying, Peggy began to sob again. She covered her tormented face with both hands. She leaned down with her face against her knees, and Ann watched her daughter cry. She caressed Peggy's hair and kept quiet.

Soon, Ann slipped silently from the kitchen. When Peggy looked up, she was alone. Taking her discarded shorts, she climbed the stairs naked, no longer carrying who saw her body. She felt bad before, felt how horrible she was to let her brother fuck her in the asshole, felt bad to watch her parents fucking the night before. Robert coming to her later, fucking her only reinforced her feeling of unworthiness.

As she entered her room, she felt hot tears flow from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks. After what she had done with her mother, even letting her mother lick and suck on her cunt, served to show Peggy just how bad she was. I started that with Mother! she told herself. It was me that felt her up, stuck my finger up her pussy! Oh, they must hate me so much! I can't keep my hands off my brother, and now my own mother! I'll go away, she told herself. That's what I'll do.

Peggy began searching for her small suitcase, but all she could find was her overnight bag. That would have to do, she felt. She placed it on the bed and opened it, then began to pile panties and bras, skirts and blouses, until there was no room for anything else. She went down the hallway, still naked, and collected her toothbrush and some toothpaste. She stuffed these into the overnight bag, then struggled to close it.

She wanted to leave now, but knew they might see her go. She had to wait until dark.

Peggy failed to run away that evening. In preparation, she had decided to take the small overnight bag into the garage, just in case her mother found it in her room. She didn't want to leave, didn't want to go away and never see her mother and father again, or Robert. But she felt as if there was no choice. She was certain, in her young mind, that, her family wanted nothing to do with her. She was a terrible girl, and they deserved a better daughter than she was. Her tormented sexuality was getting to them, she felt.

Not once did Peggy think that her brother and mother touched her because they wanted to. No, it was all her fault, not theirs.

She peeked into the hall. Finding no one there, she lugged her suitcase from her room. She was careful not to bump it on the stairs, and fearfully she carried it through the kitchen to the garage. She concealed it behind some stacked boxes, then spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening with anxious nervousness.

She tried to decide where to go, what to do once she got there. But Peggy didn't know anyone outside her own neighborhood. She wasn't sure how she would earn money to live on she was just a little girl.

During dinner, she could not understand how her mother and brother could act so natural, so damned normal. She was on pins and needles, sure that her guilt was written all over her beautiful face. But her mother and brother acted as if everything was still as it always was between them. Peggy wondered if she had simply dreamed it. Was it just her erotic mind working?

Just as she had always done, Peggy helped her mother in the kitchen after dinner. She kept looking at her mother out of the corner of her eye, but her mother was just as she always had been.

As it began getting dark, Peggy went to her room to pick out something to wear. Her piggy bank revealed she possessed the grand wealth of five dollars and a few pennies. That wouldn't get her far at all. That left her with only one mode of transportation – hitchhiking. If that was how she had to go, she felt it best to dress sweet and clean.

Peggy changed into a white peasant blouse, low on her shoulders. Her skirt was full, swirling about her long, smooth thighs. She looked pretty and fresh, yet so very young, she thought. She couldn't do anything about her youth, though. By the time she had brushed her dark blonde hair, it was dark enough to try and sneak away.

She managed to sneak through the house to the garage, but that was as far as she got. Her mother and brother had not seen her, but when she entered the garage she found her father there, working on something at his bench. He looked up as Peggy stepped into the garage.

"Hi honey," he smiled at her. "Want to see what I'm making?"

Peggy was caught. She couldn't get her overnight bag with her father there. Her father held up a piece of wood he had been working on, but she couldn't tell what it was to be. She smiled nervously and told him it was nice.

She stood about four feet from him. She could not help looking at the front of his pants. She saw, in her mind, his enormous cock, strong and hard, throbbing with the piss hole dripping. She saw his cock pressing into her mother's cunt, fucking vigorously. The image started her sweet cunt to bubbling with desire. She had not realized that she was staring at the front of his pants so intensely until her father interrupted her thoughts.

"Something wrong, honey?"

Peggy shook her head and jerked her eyes from his pants, rubbing her hands together. She looked around as though she had never been in the garage before. She felt her father watching her, and this increased her nervousness. She wanted to leave the garage, but felt as if her legs were too numb, her feet refusing to move toward the door.