M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

… and finding the stiffened bud of her mother's clitoris with the tip of her mouth muscle.

Liz drew in a long, shuddering breath – and then released it as a drawn out wail of pleasure. Her hips spasmed again, the walls of her cunt tightening and bearing down on the hard male meat inside her with demoniacal force. She screamed as the pleasures overtook her.

Derek's hips suddenly began vibrating back and forth, his prick pumping furiously in and out of Liz's cunt. Charlene began moving her tongue from her mother's clitoris to the underside of Derek's big prick, back and forth, alternating one with the other until Derek's balls tightened, leaped within his scrotum, then held up tightly between his legs. He buried his cock completely inside Liz's gash and fired his copious load into the depths of her pussy and womb.

For herself, Liz's orgasm continued, building on itself as she felt the hot, creamy juice burning home inside her. Her belly contracted with the sensations.

All of a sudden, thick, slick semen was frothing out around the lips of Liz's cunt, drooling down about the pussy-plugging peg of Derek's spitting prick. Greedily, Charlene licked and laved all she could get of the savory semen as the two adults above her got their rocks off with an intensity neither had known for many years.

But finally Derek's spasms slowed. Liz, feeling the meat within her losing its stiffness, going limp, bore down on his dick with renewed strength. But there was no saving it, for already Derek's dick was slipping slowly out of her gash grip – and right into Charlene's waiting lips.

The fiery young girl took the head of his cock into her mouth, fastening her lips tightly about it. She sucked hard; tongue working at the velvety knob. Derek groaned and shook as his tenderized meat was eagerly eaten, while before him Liz was collapsing forward onto her belly with her luscious breasts crushed beneath her.

Derek could stay on his knees no longer, all the strength drained from him as thoroughly as had been his juice. He settled back, his bare ass cheeks crushing Charlene's tits as the daughter of the woman he'd just fucked sucked the last, lingering dregs of fuck juice from his dong.

He looked down at the red-haired girl beneath him and imagined what it would be like to make this a regular, habitual thing, this fucking of mother and daughter together. The thought excited him – but not enough to get his well-spent cock hard again.

Charlene savaged the drooping dong with one last suck, then released it – and immediately began pushing Derek off her. She couldn't get her breath. He followed her urging, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her and gasping for breath. But then his breathing changed, became more shallow as he watched Charlene resume her autoerotic finger-fucking…

Within moments, Charlene was arching, writhing up from the carpet as she strained her for her own release.

"Suck her," said a voice from behind, her mother's voice. "Go on and suck her, Derek." There was an undercurrent of excitement in her mother's voice, one that Derek could hear as clearly as Charlene herself.

"Why don't you suck her off?" Derek suggested. "Cripes, I'd like to see that: mother and daughter sucking one another off. She could drink my juice right out of your cunt, Liz…"

Liz's eyes momentarily flared with arousal at the idea of having her daughter drink Derek's thick fuck cream from her pussy – but then she rejected the thought. That would be too – too – "Awwwwww, eat meeeee," Charlene moaned. "Someone, anyone, please eat meeeee…"

Hearing her, watching her, Derek couldn't resist. He lowered himself flat on his stomach between Charlene's long, limber, widespread legs and began licking and sucking his way through her matted pubic down, savoring her rich honey sauce on his tongue as he plunged the oral extension far up into the delightful young woman's constricting twat.

Charlene ground her pussy down against his mouth, feeling the rising detonation within her. All the long-frustrated needs in her newly awakened young body were gathering between her hips.

She came – suddenly, explosively, powerfully, screaming and wriggling with pleasure, and then sank back to the carpeting gasping for air. Her slender young hips undulating with the aftershocks of her pleasure.

But even as she lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm, Charlene's mind was alive with another image: that of herself and her mother, locked together, each with her mouth glued to the other's cunt, each lapping and sucking and kissing the other's pussy, both coming together in relative bliss…

As far as she'd gone, Charlene knew there was much farther to go -and she planned to go there.

Charlene had no idea of her mother's reaction to the events of the previous night. She didn't even know if Liz remembered them.

She was sloshed, but good, she thought, looking out the window on the rainy New York afternoon.

She'd slept late. When she'd awakened, both Derek and her mother had already gone for the day. Charlene was sure of one thing, though: Derek had been sufficiently sober to carry her own nearly naked, unconscious form back to her room on the upper level of the duplex apartment. She'd awakened in her own bed.

She glanced at the clock: two-thirty. She slept more than twelve hours, yet still felt weak. Charlene suspected it was the intensity of her orgasms, brought on by the combination of her arousal at what she'd witnessed and Derek's expertly licking and sucking mouth between her legs.

Finally, she stood and went to the closet. She was in no hurry to get dressed; in fact, the expenditure of energy that would require actually repulsed her. She would have been quite happy to sit around in her dressing gown all day.

Charlene decided to compromise: She pulled on a pair of culottes and a tee-shirt. Back downstairs, she flipped on the television and idly let the afternoon movie entertain her – such as it could.

Then, at four-thirty, the front doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" she called, not feeling quite up to going to the door yet.

"Derek."

Derek? What did he want?

Groaning, Charlene stood, went to the door and opened it. Derek looked about the way she felt: whipped.

"Come on in," she said indifferently, turning from him and strolling loose-hipped and long-legged back into the living room.

Derek's followed the twitching, swaying progress of her sweet young ass across the room, then turned and closed the door behind him. He joined her on the sofa.

"What're you watching?"

"I dunno."

"Exciting, eh?"

She shrugged. He enjoyed the way her unfettered tits jounced within the loose-fitting tee-shirt. Charlene could sense his eyes on her breasts, found it mildly pleasurable but nothing more.

"Uh, thanks for getting me into bed last night"

"De nada."

"Mom won't be home for a while," she said, beginning to feel uncomfortable. "She works late today."

"I know."

It took about a half-minute for that to sink in. When she turned to look at him, she found him staring at her with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I came over to see you."

"Uh-huh." She took a deep breath. Again, his eyes went to her tits, swelling and straining at the cotton of the tee-shirt. "Look, Derek, I don't know how Mom is going to react to, uh, what happened last night, so may -"

"I know."

She waited for a few seconds, but then the suspense got to her. "Well?"

"She came." He grinned smugly.

"I know that," Charlene said peevishly. "I mean I don't know what she thought about it after she sobered up."

"Oh." This time it was Derek who shrugged. "Why are you worried about it? You're a big girl, now and you don't need her permission to enjoy yourself… any way you want."