Unspoken Pleasure

"OK Mom," Molly said. Pouty. Christine crawled over to where her husband and daughter were fucking. Molly leaned her head back, making her mouth available for her mother. Christine slowly lowered her dripping sex over her baby girl's face. Molly made a muffled noise. Christine felt the tentative touch of a tongue on her clit. Then it stopped.

"James! Fuck! Could you stop fucking our daughter for one second and help me out here?" Christine said, all the excess frustration leaking out of her.

"Sorry honey," James said, "Of course."

He slowed and pulled back a little. Lifted. Christine could see her husband's penis where it met with her daughter's pussy. Seeing them connected felt odd. Wrong in her heart, yet also weirdly right in her cunt. Good lord, she practically gushed onto her daughter's face when she saw her husband's cock halfway planted in their baby girl.

"OK honey, here's what you're going to do," James said, propping himself up on his hands. His face was beet red. Holding back had to be so hard. Well it serves him right, making me wait like that, Christine thought. About time he had to deal with a little delayed gratification.

"Can you find Mommy's clit?" James asked, "Think about your own. Well, it should be in the same place."

"Uh huh," Molly said from between her mother's thighs, "Got it."

James gave his wife a questioning look. Christine nodded vigorously. Her daughter had found the right spot, all right. The blonde mother settled back, enjoying the tentative touch of her daughter's tongue. But almost as soon as Molly started a rhythm, she faltered.

"How's she doing, honey?" James asked. Christine knew to be conscious of her daughter's confidence.

"She's getting better," Christine said. Molly kept tasting and testing. It was less cunnilingus and more Vaginas 101. Almost clinical.

"Sorry, Mom," Molly said. God, her daughter really was useless at this. Christine had spent all that time raising her girls to be ready to deal with boys, who knew she'd be wishing she'd raised her daughter to be more of a lesbian? Finally, as Molly's tongue once again slipped off that key spot, Christine snapped.

"FUCK!" she shouted and not in a good way, "I'm sorry baby but this isn't working."

"I'm trying my best, Mom," Molly said. James frowned at his wife, like this was somehow Christine's fault.

"I don't know why you can't do this, James," Christine said. Her husband seemed to think for a minute and then nodded excitedly. Holy fuck he was really doing it! He pulled his angry-looking cock out of their daughter's pussy and lay on his back in the grass. Yes! Christine was finally going to get the dick she deserved. Of course, she felt bad for Molly, but honestly, hadn't the girl gotten enough already?

Christine jumped up, ready to leap on her husband's dick like it was a grenade. But before she was even standing, James reached out and pulled their daughter to him.

"It's really simple, baby girl. Sit yourself down on Daddy's cock and do what feels good. I'll take care of your mother, don't you worry."

Christine stood in frozen shock while Molly once again impaled herself on her Daddy's giant dick. The blonde girl cooed as she lowered herself down, smiling happily. The puss that ate the rooster. As it were.

"Ok, Honey, it's all you," James said, looking upward. Grinning like he'd done a good deed.

Christine felt her fists clench. She forced them to relax. Slowly, she sauntered over to her husband and squatted over his face. Oh, where was the piss now that she needed it? She laughed to herself, cruelly for a moment. Picturing what that would be like.

Christine turned so she sat facing her daughter. The blonde teenager watched, entranced -- her father's cock buried in her cunt -- while her mother settled on her father's face. Christine's nether lips made contact with her husband's mouth. He lapped upwards and for a moment Christine let herself luxuriate in her husband's licking. He did know all the right spots, after all. Christine began to settle down. This wasn't so bad. James was a master with his mouth and Christine knew she would cum plenty. Plus, when the time came, it would be James' cock in her pussy. His cum in her womb. So what did it matter if she got a little warm up time before the main event?

"Just do what feels good, baby," James told his daughter through his wife's thin thighs. The curvy blonde looked troubled as she tried to lift herself up and down on her Dad's cock. Christine felt James' tongue dance from her clit and curl in her hungry hole. Oh yes, this was going to be so...

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Christine looked up at the sky. At some point during their escapades the day had gone dark. Then everything went from bone dry to soaked. This wasn't some light shower -- it was a downpour. For a moment, Christine thought that they'd all get up and sprint to a tent, but she should have known the effect of the pills by then. They weren't going anywhere. None of it mattered. Only the driving force that filled them with unending need. James kept going on Christine. Switching from her canal to her clit and back again. Water ran down her chest, over her breasts and down her legs. Her shins already buried in mud. Christine looked across her husband's torso to her daughter. Molly hugged her arms around herself in the cold. Her blonde hair hung limp and almost dark. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. James began bucking under his daughter, doing his best to help her along. Molly smiled at her Mother, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Fuck it," Christine said. She reached across to Molly and held her shoulders. Looked her right in the eye. "Mommy's going to help you, OK?"

Molly nodded. Christine slipped her hands past her daughter's breasts and grabbed at her sides. She wasn't fat, Christine knew, but she couldn't help but wonder at how much better Molly would feel with five less pounds. She grabbed hold of her daughter's extra flesh, hugged her close, and lifted her slightly. Then dropped her back down.

"See?" Christine said, "Like that."© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Molly smiled. Christine leaned forward even more, wrapping her daughter in a bear hug (a bare hug, as well). She felt her baby's big breasts mash against her own tight tits. Holding her close, Christine started rocking Molly back and forth on her father's cock.

"That's a girl," Christine said, "You can do it. Mommy'll get you there, I promise."