I glanced at Tiffany. She was already nodding, tears still falling, but her eyes were dark with lust. She slipped two fingers alongside my cock, stretching Brittany wider, gathering the cream that leaked out, then brought them to Brittany’s mouth.
Brittany sucked them clean without hesitation, moaning around her mom’s fingers.
I gave her what she wanted.
I started thrusting harder, deeper, still controlled but with power now. The bed rocked. Her tits bounced wildly between us.
Tiffany kept one hand on Brittany’s clit, rubbing fast, the other pinching and twisting her nipples until Brittany was screaming into the pillow.
"Mommy, yes! Right there, fuck, I’m—"
Her orgasm hit like a wave breaking.
Her pussy locked down so tight I had to fight to keep moving, squirting hard around my cock, soaking my stomach, Tiffany’s hand, the sheets. She shook violently, nails raking my back, heels digging bruises into my ass, holding deep while she ca and ca and ca.
I didn’t stop.
I fucked her through it, slow again now, drawing it out until she was sobbing from overstimulation, then building her right back up.
Tiffany moved up the bed, straddling Brittany’s face without asking, lowering her dripping pussy onto her daughter’s mouth.
Brittany latched on instantly, licking and sucking like she was starving, muffled moans vibrating into her mom’s cunt.
Tiffany’s head fell back, riding Brittany’s tongue while I kept fucking her slow and filthy.
The sight was too much.
I pulled out just long enough to flip Brittany onto her stomach, ass up, face still buried between her mom’s thighs. Tiffany spread her own cheeks for , showing how soaked she was from watching.
I slamd back into Brittany from behind.
She scread into Tiffany’s pussy, the vibration making Tiffany co hard, grinding down, smothering her daughter in cream.
I fucked Brittany like that, hard, deep, relentless, one hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching around to rub her clit until she ca again, squirting so hard it splashed my thighs.
When I finally couldn’t hold back anymore, I pulled out and painted both of them, long, thick ropes across Brittany’s ass and back, so hitting Tiffany’s tits as she leaned down.
They collapsed together, mother and daughter tangled, covered in sweat and cum and each other, kissing slow and deep, tasting everything on each other’s tongues.
I fell beside them, chest heaving.
Brittany turned her head, looked at with glazed, worshipful eyes, then at her mom.
"Thank you," she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. "Both of you."
Tiffany kissed her forehead, tears falling again, but this ti they looked like relief.
"Always, baby," she murmured. "Mommy’s always going to take care of you."
And in the quiet after, with all three of us tangled together, sticky and spent, the bedroom air thick with sex and secrets, I knew this wasn’t the last ti.
It was only the beginning.
We lay there tangled, chests heaving, skin sticky with everything we’d done. Tiffany’s head rested on my shoulder, Brittany curled against her mom’s other side, both of them glowing in the dim light, lips swollen, bodies marked.
After a few minutes Tiffany kissed Brittany’s forehead, then mine, soft and slow.
"I’ll be right back, babies," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Just need to clean up a little."
She slid off the bed, legs still shaky, and disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut. Water started running.
Brittany and I were alone.
She was pressed close, naked, skin hot against mine. Her big blue eyes flicked up to , then away fast, cheeks burning red. She tucked her face into the pillow, blonde hair spilling everywhere, suddenly shy again.
My cock twitched hard at the sight.
Just minutes ago she’d been screaming, squirting, begging. Now here she was: blushing like the virgin she’d been an hour ago, even after I took it in front of her own mom.
Fuck.
That innocence mixed with everything we’d just done made throb even harder. Pre-cum was already dripping from the tip again, saring against her thigh.
I reached out, put two fingers under her chin, lifted slow.
Her eyes t mine, huge and shy, lips parted.
"Hey," I whispered, voice low. "Look at ."
She bit her lip, nodded tiny.
I pulled her closer, slow, until we were face to face, legs tangled, my cock sliding between her thighs, brushing her soaked pussy.
She gasped soft when the head nudged her clit.
I kissed her cheek first, gentle, then the corner of her mouth. She lted, arms wrapping around my neck, pulling in.
Our lips t.
Slow. Deep. Tongues sliding, tasting each other, tasting her mom still on both of us.
She moaned into my mouth, hips rolling on their own now, rubbing her slick pussy up and down my shaft.
I gripped her ass, pulled her tighter, grinding slow, the head of my cock dragging through her folds, teasing her entrance, coating myself in her cream again.
"Alex..." she whimpered between kisses, voice shaky, needy.
"You’re not a virgin anymore," I growled against her lips, thrusting slow between her thighs, not inside yet, just rubbing, torturing us both. "But you’re still blushing like one."
She buried her face in my neck, moaning louder, hips chasing desperately.
"I can’t help it," she panted, voice shaky and filthy. "You’re so fucking big... Mom was watching you ruin ... and now we’re alone and I still want it so bad..."
I cut her off with another deep kiss, rolling us so we were on our sides, face-to-face, bodies pressed tight.
I hooked one of her legs over my hip, opening her up, and slid my cock slow through her dripping folds, teasing her clit, her entrance, painting her with pre-cum.
Tiffany was still in the bathroom. Water running. We had ti.
I kissed down her neck, sucked a nipple hard, made her cry out.
Then I lined up and pushed in slow, just the head, watching her eyes roll back.
She was still so fucking tight.
And this ti, it was just us. No audience. Just and the girl I’d just turned into a woman, taking her again while her mom cleaned up in the next room.
I sank deeper, inch by inch, kissing her the whole ti.
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