2 The Van sister and friends - Sex Stories

2 The Van sister and friends

... got her using just her mouth. He looked at her mother, sitting on the couch behind and beside her daughter. “Mrs. Bailey, please kneel beside your daughter, and fondle her breasts. Pay close attention to her nipples, and get her as excited as you can. Get Rebecca horny, Mrs. Bailey.” “Yes sir.” she said, then went to her knees behind her daughter. She reached up with both hands and took her breasts in both hands, which were just filled by the firm b-cups. Rebecca inhaled a big breath through her nostrils as her mother pinched both nipples at the same time, so Brian pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth and let her breathe. “You can stop for a minute and enjoy what your mother is doing.” he told her. “Spread your knees apart a little wider, so your mother can get right up behind you... Yes, very good, both of you.” He looked over at his sister again. “I want you to learn this too, Mindy.” he said softly. “Okay, Mrs. Bailey, now slide both hands down between your daughter's legs. One hand down her front, one hand down her back.” Brian said. “Take the moisture from her front, and get her back nice and slippery, so you can get your middle finger into it. “Rebecca, tell Mindy everything you feel.” Brian said. “Mindy, oh, Mindy, she's rubbing me, all her fingers together and ribbing over my... my pussy.” Rebecca said. Her eyes widened. “Now she's touching my butt!” She let out a long, low moan. “Mindy, this feels so good! I've never felt this good before! I didn't even know ...

... that I could feel this good before!” Rebecca sighed a long moan and leaned back into the woman who was giving her so much pleasure. “Is your middle finger in her asshole, Mrs. Bailey?” Brian asked crudely. “Yes sir.” came the terse reply. “Good, now take your other middle finger, and insert it gently into her pussy. I believe she's still a virgin, correct?” “Yes sir.” Again spoken through gritted teeth. Brian could almost hear some resentment in her tone. “Yes, well, gently, then, work your finger deeper and deeper into her and remove her hymen as enjoyably for her as you can.” Brian said. “It's in the way for this next part.” “Yes sir.” Mrs. Bailey said, now her voice breaking with anguish. A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, but her daughter wasn't so dismayed. “Do it, Mother, I need something inside me.” Rebecca panted. “I'm almost... but I need... I feel empty, and I need to be filled!” “This was for your husband.” Mrs Bailey said, slipping her middle finger into her daughter. She did it slowly, a little at a time, and felt the membrane part. “It's done, sir.” she said quietly, a moment later. “Very good.” Brain smiled. “Now, insert your middle finger to the second knuckle, and curl it forward, like you were going to pick her up. Rebecca's eyes got really wide and her back stiffened as she tried to get away from the invading digit. Even her mother's finger in her butt felt better after that. “You found it.” Brian laughed. “Feel that little patch of roughness? Take ...