Like Mother, Like Daughter (Episode 1) - Sex Stories

Like Mother, Like Daughter (Episode 1)

... she was always tight but this time tighter than I remembered. And yet, as I pushed further, she moaned loudly with an “Ooooh…” sound that I knew conveyed more pleasure than pain. I slowly fitted myself into her until my swelling balls rested snug against her bottom cheeks as she panted obscenities into the pillow, crying, “Fuck…fuck…fuck… FUCK ME!” Her cries of passion set me off and I began to fuck my wife with gusto. Always careful of hurting her or harming her in any way, this time I pounded her asshole like a demon and as I thrust and fucked her like an animal her cries of passionate pain led me over the edge. The fingers of my left hand continued their rhythmic stroking of her engorged clitoris while my right hand rocked her welcoming ass back and forth in time with my forceful pounding. As my beautiful girl uttered a most unladylike wail into her pillow I worried for an instant that her cries might wake her mother, but then I felt her sphincter spasm against my swollen member as she enjoyed her second orgasm of the night. Aware that I was close to my own come I leaned back in order to spank her beautiful bad ass for the dirty trollope I loved her to be. Her muffled cries of “Don’t Stop. Fuck Me, Fuck Me, COME IN ME!” filled my ears as I filled her ass, a copious load as twice, three times, four times, five times I emptied my balls deep within my wife’s bowels. Lying across her back, she spent, sated and exhausted, my hammering heart slowly returning to normal, I ...

... reached around to give my beauty a hug. “My girl,” I whispered, “my beautiful girl.” My hand crept around to cup my Claire’s perfect little breasts. And met them sooner then I was used to. Full breasts, with elongated nipples and areolae like cookies… I flicked and felt and explored… And then knew… “Urggh, Christ,” I sighed, “Anne I’m so sorry, Please, I’m so so sorry…” “I’m not, Phillip, I’m not sorry at all,” she murmured, “nor should you be...Son.” Still murmuring my embarrassed apologies I eased myself out of bed, pulling down the duvet as I did so, pausing to look back at my mother-in-law as I reached the bedroom door. With her ass still raised off the mattress I noticed she had turned her face in my direction, and though her eyes were closed I saw she wore a contented, knowing smile. In the second before I opened the door to return to my wife’s bed I saw that Anne had placed two fingers between her legs and was wiping them in the creamy mess that was still seeping from her bruised asshole. As I watched, her eyes still closed, she brought her cum laden fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. I stumbled back to my bedroom, the old master bedroom, in a state of shock. How could I have made such a huge mistake? Quietly opening the door I endeavoured to enter without waking my beautiful Claire. As I carefully and quietly closed the door behind me I turned to find the love of my life sitting up in bed wearing just her suede boots and her stockings. “I owe you a favour,” she ...