Sally Simpson - And mom makes three

The sweet spicy smell of cunt juice began to fill the air, and Sally knew it was pouring from deep inside her daughter's hot pussy. Now was the time to really stimulate her.

As she continued to press and squeeze the young girl's tits, she proceeded with the tongue-fucking.

"Anugh, Mom! Stop! Stop! I can't stand it!" Cindy cried.

Sally was delighted that she had gotten her daughter to this frantic state. The girl was bucking her ass off the bed, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

And when Sally slid her hand down to Cindy's pussy and ran her fingers up the cunt slit, they came away covered with thick, rich pussy cream. The girl was ripe for a good fucking.

Sally raised her self up and off of Cindy, pulling her punishing tongue out of Cindy's ear. The girl gasped in surprise, frozen in mid-motion. Opening her eyes, she saw that her mother had moved down her body and was now crouching at her little pussy.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Cindy propped herself up on her elbows, astonished at her mother's behavior.

Sally had spread Cindy's sticky pussy labes apart and now had here face pressed right up against the warm, oozing fuck hole.

"Mom! Aaaah!" Cindy gasped.

Sally had lost no time in swiping her tongue right up the warm entrance to her daughter's cunt. Now she did it again, starting from the girl's puckered little asshole, all the way up to her nubby clit.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The way the girl's cunt contracted, Sally knew she was really enjoying the stimulation. So she laved up the crack again, collecting slick pussy juice on her tongue and rolling it around her mouth. The cunt cream tasted good. It was tangy and a little salty, yet fresh and delectable like the girl, herself.

But Sally didn't pause too long to relish the fuck cream. She knew she had to keep up a good rhythm if she were going to give Cindy a really good orgasm.

This time, when Sally ran her tongue up Cindy's pussy crack, she lingered at the girl's hard clit which had swelled up to twice its normal size. Delicately, she poked at it with her tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure up Cindy's body.

"Oooh Mom! That feels great!"

Sally probed the girl's clit again, only this time, she let her tongue linger at its base, and she breathed down on it. It shuddered and lurched, just like a miniature cock. One more time, Sally swiped at the clit with her tongue, then she swooped back down to Cindy's pulsing fuck hole.

The kid's pussy was small and tight, and Sally was surprised that Billy had managed to shove his prick inside. But it didn't matter now. Sally knew that she would really get off on fucking her tongue into the sweet hot depths of her baby's cunt.

She began to lick and nibble gently at the thin, pink labes of Cindy's cunt, thinking as she did that they were like perfect little rose petals.

"Ungh, oh, oh, oh!" Cindy's ass buns contracted on the bed, and her thighs automatically sprang toward each other, nearly boxing Sally on the ears.

"Just relax, baby," Sally murmured, pushing the girl's legs back down. "Just relax and let your mother do you."

She tried again, letting her tongue search out the swirls and crannies of Cindy's outer and inner cunt lips. And while she was doing this, Cindy moaned and gyrated her hips, need building steadily within her.

When the time seemed right, Sally thrust her tongue deep into Cindy's hot dark fuck hole. Immediately, the muscles at the entrance to Cindy's hole contracted, strangling Sally's tongue at the root.

Sally stiffened in surprise, but she was able to withdraw her tongue. It smarted from the rough treatment, but Sally was determined that she was going to give Cindy the tongue-fuck of her life.

Now she slid her hands up to the girl's pussy and once again spread the outer and inner cunt labes apart, opening the hole up so that it was defenseless against the attack of her tongue.

With renewed vigor, she stabbed her tongue forward, sliding it into the sweet slick depths.

"Aaaugh! Mom!" Cindy cried. Her thighs jerked upward, but Sally's upper arms and elbows were resting on them, so they could not rise up and batter Sally's head.

She ran her tongue along the sides of Cindy's soft, sleek cunt with arousal, her muscles tensing and waves of excitement passed through her.

Now Sally slowly withdrew her tongue, and the young girl humped forward, trying to capture it again in the warm embrace of her pussy.

Sally chuckled to herself. She was proud that her daughter had the same sensuality that she did. Now she teased the girl, running her tongue around and around the sticky opening of her pussy, then finally jabbing it in.

"Ungh! Fuck me, Mom! Fuck me!"

Your wish is my command, Sally thought. She pulled out and then jabbed her tongue back in, repeating the motion over and over again, until the smacking, slavering sound of her furious tongue-fucking filled the room.

Cindy was going wild. She had thrown her head back, and as she thrashed it from side to side, her long yellow hair spread out on the sheets. She was digging her fingernails into the mattress, clawing and scratching as hard as she could, as if she were being tortured rather than experiencing the greatest pleasure of her young life.

Her hips gyrated in a circular motion that got faster and faster, and her legs, tensed from the strain, vibrated rapidly.

And Sally just kept pouring it on. Her tongue was a blur of speed and precision as it cut through the torrent of hot pussy cream that washed over it.

In and out, in and out, she fucked. And she had just plunged in especially roughly, when she felt a strong sharp spasm overtake Cindy's cunt.

"Mom! This is it! God! Help!" the girl cried. The bed shook as wave after wave of violent release surged through Cindy's body. The contractions of her muscles were so strong that her thighs overcame the weight of Sally's arms and sprang up from the bed, bashing against the sides of Sally's face.

But Sally was so engrossed in what she was doing, she didn't even notice. She just kept licking up all the sweet cunt nectar that was gushing from Cindy's churning pussy.

At last, the wild fucking motions and the cries and whimpers stopped. Even the flow of pussy cream became sparse, and Sally knew that Cindy's orgasm was over. Gently, she removed her tongue from the girl's pussy.

She slid out of the weakening hold of Cindy's thighs and then lay down full length beside her.

"How do you feel, honey?" she asked softly. "Like a million bucks, Mom. I've never felt so good – or so tired – in my whole life."

"Go to sleep now, honey. And dream of me."

"I thought those kids would never go to bed," Jack chuckled, putting his arm around Sally and kissing her on the neck.

Sally smiled up at her husband, then put her lips to his, lingering for several moments in a kiss.

"I really missed you, baby," Jack whispered. "You're looking so beautiful tonight. Did you change something while I was gone? Your hair, maybe?"

"No… I just feel real good," Sally said. She had been nervous during dinner and the early part of the evening because she had been sure one of the kids would let something slip about all the fucking and sucking that had been going on in the house while their father was gone.

But they had behaved like perfect angels. They'd greeted Jack, told him about bike rides and picnics and adventures with their friends. But neither of them had breathed a word about "playing house".

Jack let his hand stray down his wife's neck and over her tits. He gave her right tit a good squeeze, then he proceeded down her thigh and under the hem of her dress.

"Oooh, Jack!" Sally sighed when he slid his fingers under her panda and began playing with her clit.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do," he said.