The Challenge 5: Lisa’s Family - Sex Stories

The Challenge 5: Lisa’s Family

... stood and stripped naked, taking Jules hand, bringing it to her breasts. Lisa watched Jules smile while she felt the large tit in her hand. Lisa’s hand went to the back of her blindfolded daughter’s head, pulling her forward. Lisa’s other hand held her own breasts, offering it to Jules’ incoming open mouth. Jules flicked her tongue at the nipple several times, before devouring it, sucking hungrily at it. Lisa couldn’t take anymore. She pushed her daughter on her back and climbed on top of her, turning around, lowering her own soaking pussy to Jules’ face. She tasted so good. So wrong, but so good. Lisa nearly climaxed within ten seconds of experiencing Jules’ oral skills. She wondered how many pussies her daughter had licked. Lisa wondered if it was more than she had. She wondered about how many cocks Jules had serviced. Lisa thought about Fat Rob grimacing with pleasure before blowing his load into Jules, like he had done to Lisa during his LA business trips. Lisa’s tongue swirled around the most forbidden of places – lapping up the juices, drinking the nectar of her youngest daughter. “Such wickedness, such unnatural pleasure, all for money,” was Lisa’s last thought before her orgasm erupted in her. Jules’ tongue slithered out of her mother’s pussy and she bellowed out into the hotel room. Lisa covered her own mouth, hoping to quiet her own cries of pleasure. Feeling her daughter’s body shake under her own, Lisa collapsed on top it, shaking with her. “Was this enough to ...

... satisfy Bob?” She asked herself. She shook her head – it wasn’t. She pushed Jules further back on the bed, spread her legs, and guided her own to entwine with Jules’. “I want that pussy against mine,” Lisa thought. Right as her clit met Jules, right as her drenched pussy lips kissed her daughter’s, she nearly came again. Grinding and sliding their pussies against each other, Lisa thought how much better Jules’ felt than Devin’s, or any of the other women she’d been with. As they bounced up and down, facing one another, Lisa watched Jules lick her lips clean, her long tongue lapping at the saliva and vaginal fluids. It was so erotic; Lisa had to pull Jules in for another kiss while continuing to grind their pussies together. Lisa felt Jules tense up once again, another orgasm approaching. Lisa couldn’t help but have one of her own. They climaxed together, Lisa biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming. “I love you! I love you darling!” Lisa screamed in her head instead. It was done. Lisa, still out of breath, quickly unwrapped her legs from around her daughter’s. She put on a t-shirt she had in a bag followed by some shorts. She closed the door a little harder so Jules would know she was alone in the room. Jules was left moaning, writhing around on the bed, her hand gathering up as much of her and her mother’s juices as she could. When the orgasm subsided, she removed the blindfold and let out a euphoric induced laugh. She called Fat Rob a moment later, “I don’t know who that ...