Unknown - Family Fun

There was a pleading tone to the cries, a calling out for comfort again, as if she were in terrible need.

Perhaps that was why Christine didn't fight harder. Perhaps that was why her lips began compressing gently, as if she were kissing the red wound that was causing little Robin such agony.

Only now the wound was a gash, silky and slippery and hot, like no other wound she'd kissed before. Yet, the agony was just as intense, somehow, the comfort still needed.

And, of course, there was a sense in which Robin had been wounded in this spot between her trim thighs. If half of what she'd said were true, then Christine herself had contributed to some measure to the agony in her daughter right now.

Oh, Carl-Carl, I caused it to happen! she cried inwardly. I must give her my comfort again, Carl. Don't you understand?

Her lips compressed again. She felt the spongy, puffy give of the bloated cunt-lips between them. She savored another trickle of sweet honey from the red wound, swallowed it with a shuddering moan.

Her tongue came from between her lips and explored the incredibly silky texture of her daughter's twat tissues. She moaned again, half her mind aware of what she was doing.

But was what she was doing any worse than having a dog's cock deep in her cunt, fucking her? The dog was about to achieve his satisfaction in her. She was about to give it to him.

The dog was not her own flesh and blood. This whimpering, needing, agonizing girl was. Didn't she owe Robin at least as much as she was going to give a dog?

"Ohhhhhh, Mommy, Mommy!" Robin whimpered urgently. "I need to come so badly, Mommy! Make me come! Ohhhhh, suck me and kiss me and make me come!"

There! Weren't those nearly the same words she had uttered to herself just this afternoon? Were they any the less meaningful now because her daughter had uttered them instead of herself?

God, how she and Robin had been at each other for the past three years! Always on edge, always in combat. Wasn't it time to stop? Hadn't there been enough loneliness with Carl gone? Wasn't it time for mother and daughter to be together for a change in their need for each other?

The whirling suddenly stopped. She felt as if she were looking down from a great height through crystal-clear air, able to see at last the meaning, the things that could be.

She had moralized long enough. She had remained aloof and above her daughter beyond the point where it would be of value to continue any longer.

Indeed, she may have been there too long already. She may even have helped push Robin away from her by being there so long.

It was time to commit. Robin was no longer a little girl.

Robin was entering womanhood-had already entered it. Therefore, in a strange sense, they were no longer mother and daughter, but two women, united in a special way, but each needing to go separate ways now.

How separate, how separated, would be determined by this moment.

Christine felt that. She felt, too, with sudden clarity, that Robin had been telling her the truth. And that the truth had to be believed if she were not to become an object of contempt in Robin's eyes-an example to be differed from as much as possible.

The consequences of that course were frightening to imagine.

They made her shudder. They made her scoop her hands under her daughter's shaking, needing ass and lift the sweet, yearning pussy fully to her warm mouth.

Christine moaned deeply inside and committed herself. She gave herself over completely to the little conspiracy that would forever unite them in that special way about to be lost.

Her mouth opened wider. Her lips sucked. Her tongue thrust from her mouth into the slippery, silky maw of her daughter's hot cunt, and she gave her all.

She'd had a good lesson this afternoon. Robin was right about that much of it, anyway. Logan taught well.

She did all that she remembered having done to her. She turned her head slightly from side to side, letting her lips slip over her daughter's cunt-petals. Her tongue pumped in and out of the hot, wet well of silky, oiled meat.

She felt the clench and spasm of pussy muscles around her tongue, and the sensation was strangely thrilling, making her own muscles squeeze and suck at the prick buried in their midst.

Her upper lip detected the straining, pulsing nub of Robin's clit, and she dove for it, knowing the pleasure and comfort it would bring.

"Eeeeee, Mommy!" Robin cried. "Wonderful! Ohhhhh, so wonderful! Oh, Mommy, I love you! I can't help saying it! I've been such a little brat to you, and I'm sorry! I bugged you and bugged you, and-ohhhhh, you're tops, Mom! The best!"

Christine's heart swelled. She'd done the right thing. She knew it now; no matter how wrong it seemed, it was right!

Her fingers squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh of her daughter's ass. Her palms spread the round cheeks wide. Her tongue licked and lapped up and down the running gash, bathing the wound, making it all better.

At the same time, she began to move her own ass. She felt full. She felt warm and liquidy inside. It didn't matter now that it was Midnight's cock up her pussy.

There was a certain justice to it, even, because Midnight- good old Midnight-was part of the family in his own special way.

She heard him growl softly. She felt his haunches pumping up and down as he fucked and fucked at her ass, keeping his knotted, full prick buried deep in her cunt.

She felt the incredibly agile and humanlike paws grip her waist and pull her back against his thrusting belly. She felt the throb of his full prick inside her, and she moaned inwardly, wanting him to come, wanting him to ease his poor balls and shed the years of affection inside her warm pussy.

She felt the hot drip of saliva on her back and was not shocked by the tickling as it ran towards her waist. Nor was she outraged by the way his long tongue licked up her back to the nape of her neck.

He licked her hands, didn't he? Didn't he jump up on her and lick her face with excitement when he greeted her at the door after a day's absence?

"Ohhhhh, Mommy, Midnight's getting ready to come in your pussy! I can see him, Mommy! He's tossing his muzzle around and licking his lips and kissing you all over! Ohhhhh, God, I'm going to come, too, Mommy!"

Christine licked harder. She placed her open mouth and soft lips all over Robin's draining, flowing pussy-hole. She sucked at the bottom of her crotch.

Then the tip of her tongue swept over Robin's tight, puckered, quivering asshole.

"Yaaaaaah, yes! Ohhhhhh, Mother!"

Christine's pulse pounded wildly. She felt the blazing thrills shoot through her body as she hesitated for just one moment before committing herself again.

Her tongue tip pointed. She thrust it from her mouth. She felt the rubbery texture of Robin's sweet, virginal asshole, the way it pulsed and spasmed around her tongue.

She heard the long, high wail of blissful agony erupting from her daughter's throat, and she thrust harder, spearing the warm, wet organ into her quivering butt-hole.

Robin's body suddenly lifted and held. It began shuddering in Christine's hands. The muscles and tissues began quaking and sucking with wild sweeps inward.

"Yaaaaaaah, Mommy! I'm coming! God, am I ever coming! Ohhhhh, don't stop, don't stop making me come!"

I won't, darling-I won't!

She thrust deeper and deeper, blending with her daughter, becoming a part of her shaking body. So much that she began shuddering herself, rippling all over, squeezing and sucking and rocking back and forth.

It took her a moment to realize that she was coming herself.

Then she heard Midnight's throaty whimper and felt his big prick buck inside her pussy.

She felt the hot, forceful jets of his sperm as his pointed prick spewed and jetted. She felt the warm, furry cementing of his belly to her upturned ass and the way he shuddered and humped against her body and came with them.