Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

Like a piston between them, the dildo slid deep inside her mother's pussy then out as her mother's cunt-lips clasped around the fake prick. It went in one cunt and then out.

Gerta was hot and wet inside. Their pussyjuice swamped the bed sheets with a sweet, pungent, feminine odor. She prayed that this would last forever.

Both of their cunts made loud slurping noises as Gerta pumped her ass up and down, faster and faster.

She crushed her tits against her mother's, wising to get her dear mother as hot as she was. She wanted the woman to feel the same trembling inside her pussy that she was feeling.

But she began to lose control.

Everything kit so incredibly good. Her heart pounded. She began to sense her orgasm coming on and her cunt muscles tightened.

"I'm going to cum!" she screeched. "I can't stop it!"

Her legs began to tremble. Great streams of juice flowed from her pussy.

She felt a thrilling spasm jolt the pit of her stomach and her hips loosened the suction on the phallus-shaped shaft in her fuck-tube and her hot juices flowed from her cunt like a river of hot lava.

She felt her mother's body stiffen, and she knew that she, too, was about to come.

"Baby, baby!" her mother moaned, her stomach twitching.

And the Gerta heaved in one final outburst of passion.

That was all it took…

"Oh, Mommmmieee, I'm coming…" Gerta screamed as she went over the edge, collapsing on top of the older woman.

Spent, she rolled off her mother and lay on her side.

Still clutched together, their arms tightly entwined, Gerta smiled, contentedly. "That was so fuckin' good, Mommie! So that's how it feels to orgasm!"

"Johnny was only thinking of only of himself when he laid you tonight. Next time make him hold his load until you're ready. Either that, or get yourself another lover."

Mrs. Beck kissed her daughter's cheek.

"Now I want you to sleep with me tonight, my darling," she whispered. "I want to hold you in my arms and hug you. This big bed gets so Goddamn lonely at times."

Gerta slept late the next morning. The bright summer sun beamed through the windows when she finally opened her eyes. She stretched her arms and reflected upon last night's adventure with her beautiful mother.

She sighed, remembering her mother's affectionate, early-morning kiss awakening her.

Life was so wonderful!

The heavenly dildo was still embedded deep inside her damp cunt. Crossing her legs, she squeezed her cunt-flaps, feeling the rigid shaft quiver ever so slightly against her tender, puffy pussy-petals. The exposed eight inches of latex swayed between her legs.

Gerta giggled softly to herself. It was as if her whole life had changed. A warmth seeped through her body.

She felt no sense of guilt. The night spent with her mother had been all too wonderful, too joyous, for it to be wrong. Her mother's room, the whole house, seemed to have changed too. It seemed so different, so sexy.

The sheets were still damp under her ass from her orgasms last night. She whiffed the odor of pussy-juice and it took her breath away.

But then she began to wonder about herself. Was she a lesbian? Worse, what about having sex with her mother? Was that incest? But what wrong did they do?

All thoughts of going back to sleep faded.

Yanking the dildo from her pussy, she laid it upon the night table and ran down the stairway to the kitchen, still naked.

Her mother's warm smile greeted her.

"Oh, Mommie," she said, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck. "What a wonderful night we had sleeping together."

Her mother chuckled. "It was nice, loving my dear little baby."

Gerta kissed her mother's cheek, hugging her tight.

"What would I ever do without you, Mommie?" she asked. "I know so little about boys and sex. I'm still worried about tonight."

"Just don't do what I did. I lost my first Prince Charming because my mother told me to wait until I had a ring on my finger. You must take care of your man, my darling, or a man will find someone else. Besides it's much more than reading about it in a book!" She laughed.

Gerta grinned back. "Right now, I feel so fuckin' hot and horny I could screw every guy in town! Just thinking about fucking makes my pussy so nice and warm."

The older woman gave her a knowing grin. "I know how you feel!"

But her mother didn't know how she felt.

Her head spun.

For one thing, was she really afraid of losing Johnny – or, just his prick? Did she want his cock or his love?

Later, at the supper table, Mrs. Beck winked at Gerta. "You won't want me around here tonight, I'll go see your Aunt Clara. Maybe Clara might feel like foaling around."

That evening in her bedroom, she deliberately chose a thin, white nylon, see-through blouse and a short, white skirt. As she slipped into her outfit, her mother came into the room.

She eyed Gerta. "The blouse, yes. But take off the bra!"

"But, Mommie…"

"But Mommie, nothing. Who are you dressing for? Some kind of a priest?"

Gerta laughed and removed the white bra. Taking a second look at herself in the mirror, she was pleased to see how her firm, young breasts puckered through the thin nylon. Her appearance made her feel sexy, wanton – so she stooped down and slid out of her panties, too. The air on her cunt felt good.

Her mother stepped back. "Yes, the panties also. If you're going to fuck around with the bees, you better use some honey."

Gerta giggled, feeling ravishing. "I can hardly wait till Johnny sees me."

Her mother winked. "I promise, he will get an instant hard-on."

With a dab of bright red lipstick and a touch of blue eye-liner, she waited for Johnny, her pussy-lips drooling in a hot, inflamed passion.

When, a short time later, a beat-up Ford pulled up in front of the house, she ran to the door to greet him.

Instantly, his arms slid around her thin waist and they shared a sweet, simple kiss.

"Christ, Gerta. I never knew you wore sexy things like this," he said, eyeing her big tits which showed through the blouse.

"I wore it just for you. Do you like it?"

He drew her close. "Like it? I love it! I can even see that little mole on your left tit."

As they sat on the couch, their kisses grew stronger, hotter. His hands began to work slowly down her back, sending a delicious current of excitement racing through Gerta's veins.

She could tell that he was experienced from the way his hands touched her sensitive nerve endings.

He moved his tongue against her teeth and she opened her mouth wide. Tiny bubbles of spit collected in the corners of her lips as their tongues dueled. His tongue caressed her teeth, her cheeks, her gums.

"Oh, Johnny," she sighed. "After last night, I want you to know that I'll fuck you anytime you want me to."

His eyes kept darting to her see-through blouse. It made her blood boil. How right her mother had been to insist on the bra.

"Anytime?" he asked with a soft grin. "You must have liked what I gave you!"

She leaned back on the couch.

"A good German girl knows how to take care of her man." She smiled, feeling his hand slide up her long, tapered leg.

She spread her knees and his hand crept higher.

Leaning over, he kissed her again. "What you got last night was just a sample, honey. If I had known that you were such a hot pussy, I would have taken things a lot slower. I was so hot for you, I spilled half my load getting into your cunt."

Her lips trembled and a shiver, from deep inside her, quaked, as his chest pinned her tits against his hard, lean body. She felt his cockshaft growing against her leg.

His fingers found her crotch. She had removed her panties, along with the bra, and his nails rubbed her moist cunt-flaps. He parted her puffy cunt-lips and the raging fire in her pussy turned into a hot volcano.