I slid my tongue atop hers, and playfully guided her kiss, instructing her gently in the way only a mother can. Our lips consumed with soft hedonism, our bodies pressed together, and our hearts thumped to the same cadence of anticipation. I climbed to my feet and grasped the supple fat of my daughter’s backside, feeling her melt into me as my fingers sank into her. I picked her up, and smiled around her kissing lips as she wrapped her legs about me, her need pressing hard against my abdomen, mine pressing right alongside hers. I caught a glimpse of Lucilla behind my daughter’s face, and saw that she was wiping tears from a beaming face. She entangled fingers with my daughter, and the three of us walked into the soft candlelight of the bedroom. DIAMOND Mom was a great kisser. Her tongue placated my japanese every desire, her soft lips pillowed against mine, her flavor soaked its love onto my needful palate. She taught me how to kiss her back with the wet motions of her mouth, and I followed her lustful instructions until we moved gracefully within each other. She laid me on the bed, and her hands moved to the hem of my dress. She broke our kiss for only a moment as the fabric pulled over my face, and I urgently brought our mouths back together once I was laid bare. She pressed her nakedness on top of mine, our breasts squishing delectably, our bellies forming a layer of warmth, our thighs interlocked, and our members pressing together, throbbing their desire. Her hands caressed me along the collar, her fingertips trailing soft fire upon my flesh. I shivered as she brushed each digit across both nipples, and her kiss formed masturbating a smile against mine, delighted at my reactiveness. Her fingers moved along the curves of my abdomen, through the lines of my pelvis, and toward the joining of our lust. She stopped there, and began caressing back and forth, teasing me playfully, her smiling kiss growing broader, her teeth gently biting my tongue. I giggled beneath her, and met her loving gaze as our lips parted, seeing the flush of her apple cheeks, and the emerald of her eyes beneath strands of red. “Do you like how Mommy’s lips teens feel?” Mom whispered, an endearing smile exposing white teeth. “Yes.” I smiled back, my body static in anticipation, eagerly awaiting what pleasures she would show me next. “Do you want Mommy to kiss you in other places?” Mommy sniggered, her nose crinkling. “Yes!” I gasped, wriggling happily beneath my mother’s warmth. “Where do you want Mommy to kiss you?” Mom asked, lowering her face and breathing the question into my ear. “My nipples.” I said, arching my back so that my chest jutted forward. Mom laughed sweetly into my ear, and then kissed a trail down my chest, stopping when her lips hovered above my nipple. She glanced to the side, and made a small gesture with her eyes. Aunt Lucilla draped herself next to Mother, her pale complexion gleaming its patterns softly in the candlelight, her sapphire eyes smiling with loving lips. “Do you want Aunt Lucilla to kiss you too?” she smirked, like it was a secret joke only we were in on. “Yes.” I smirked back. Aunt Lucilla pressed her mouth to mine, and opened it to let me show her what Mom had taught me. She hummed her approval as our mouths rotated and our tongues entwined, and then she parted with a satisfied smile, gave me a wink that caused me to giggle, and wrapped her lips around my right nipple as Mom did the same to my left. I moaned softly as they drew my nodes to throbbing points in their mouths, and then moaned louder as their tongues pushed against me. They sucked gently; the soft, olive flesh of my bust stretching with their lips, two pairs of eyes smiling lovingly up at me. I ran my splayed hands through their hair, relishing the soft texture of it, then grasped them gently about the backs of their heads, and pushed them deeper. They exchanged knowing glances as I moaned even louder, then they pulled from my breasts, leaving purple suction marks and shining spit about my areolas. “Where do you want Mommy and Aunt Lucilla to kiss you next?” Mom grinned, the excitement shining in her eyes. “I want…” I smirked playfully, letting my finger move japan teen from one woman, to the next, “Mom to kiss my penis, and Aunt Lucilla to kiss my vagina.” “From now on, Sparkles,” Aunt Lucilla smiled, “use less medical terminology.” “Fine,” I grinned devilishly, “I want Mom to suck my cock, and Aunt Lucilla to eat my asshole.” “I think you made a mistake, Diamond.” Mom chuckled. “I don’t think I did.” I grinned back. “You act like it’s a punishment,” Aunt Lucilla smirked as she guided me to roll to my side, “I just had a taste of your mother, and found that I’ve developed quite an appetite for bitchy asshole.” I stuck my tongue out at her, and she returned the gesture as she descended in time with Mom. Aunt Lucilla gripped my cheeks and spread, her thumbs pressing gently about my rim, exposing me, making me feel wonderfully vulnerable. His jizz is firing in me!” I looked around, glancing at the people walking down the sidewalk. As I did so, an electric current seemed to course through my fingers, up my arm and into my body, as if my whole being was filling with some life-force. She was riding the second guy again. Every ounce of her being wanted her new lover inside her. “I don’t know, I do have a hankering for a thick, juicy steak. She had finished her task and satisfied each and every one of them. My heart beat fast as it pumped excitement through me. Thanks to that red pill, and healthy living, I managed kept up with both my daughters. “Just finishing up this drawing,” he muttered. “You ready for one last go, Taylor?” She said. masturbating The nausea is too much for me. I lean over to my side and start to vomit. We have come to believe eroticism to be healthy and not normally destructive, wholesome and necessary to a balanced mental state, japanese and not something to be feared or resisted. There's something really sexy about a teen woman with a gun . . . To be continued... “Dad, what-” Till then, I’m going to just enjoy sliding my 7 inches deep inside them both and listening to them moan while I fuck them mercilessly. I'm not sure how I have any modesty japan teens left but somehow it still matters. “They don’t belong here,” I said. She opened her eyes to look into his but could not keep them open as her animal instincts told her that she was going to convulse yet again.