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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
5
Joe took his place in the
center of the U shaped love seat, and gestured for Carla and Jennifer to join
him. Still dripping and covered in
goose bumps, mother and daughter plodded along, their bare feet cold against the
concrete floor, and sat on either side of him as he directed; Carla on his
right, Jennifer on his left.
Leaning against the reclined back of the couch, he placed his arms around
their shoulders and pulled them close against himself.
With his hands pressed
against the sides of their heads, he positioned Carla and Jennifer’s faces close
to his, and then planted his mouth over Jennifer’s, parting her teeth with his
tongue.
“Don’t resist, Jennifer,
or your dear mother will suffer the consequences.” he whispered into her
ear.
Carla watched in helpless
torment from just inches away, as this psychopath molested her innocent
daughter. She could see his tongue
pushing into her mouth, swirling around, and she watched as he coaxed her
daughter’s tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it like a miniature cock. He held his tongue out for Jennifer to
suck on, and fucked it in and out of her in a grotesque display. Then he turned toward her and repeated
the performance.
Back and forth, Joe kissed
the two captives, and with each exchange he pulled their faces closer to his
own, until their cheeks pressed firmly against his. Now, he needed only to shift slightly to
direct his attention to one mouth or the other. They were so close, in fact, that Carla
and Jennifer’s cheeks also touched, and he was able to lick across their lips
with just a flick of his tongue.
Slowly, he turned the two more and more toward each other, kissing both
mouths at once, until alas, he gripped the two firmly behind their heads and
forced them to continue their deep, French kiss; on each
other!
“Caress each other.” Joe
demanded, adding further insult to this already depraved
act.
Releasing his hold on
their heads, Joe moved the mother and daughter’s hands into position on each
others bodies, firmly insisting they stroke each other as they continue their
incestuous make-out session. He
reached in between them and alternately pinched their nipples, causing them to
cry out into each other’s open mouths.
He then placed Carla’s hand on her daughter’s thigh, and stroked her hand
along the smooth skin leading toward her pubic mound. Applying pressure against the top of
Carla’s hand, Joe forced Jennifer’s left leg out, opening a gap large enough for
Carla’s thumb to nestle down against her daughter’s clit.
“Make her cum.” Joe
instructed the distraught mother, in a soft, but commanding voice. “Make love to your daughter until she’s
ready for my cock.”
Jennifer was beside
herself at the prospect of losing her virginity to this evil man. And the fact that her mother was helping
him was unforgivable. The taste and
feel of her own mother’s mouth against hers was making her sick, and the
pressure of her thumb against her sensitive little bud was like a needle. Jennifer had masturbated herself to
orgasm many times, as she found it relaxing, and she had developed several
effective techniques, but what her mother was doing wasn’t one of them. If anything, she found it annoying and
uncomfortable.
“Use your mouth.” Joe
demanded.
A look of shock covered
Carla’s face as she glanced into Joe’s eyes.
“You can’t mean …” was all
she managed to get out before Joe yanked Jennifer’s head back by the hair with
his left hand and landed a resounding slap across her cheek with the
right.
Startled by the quick
reaction, Carla resumed lavishing kisses upon her daughter’s mouth and face,
trying desperately to kiss away the pain.
She knew this man was serious, and feared his retribution upon her little
girl. She knew she had to do
whatever he wanted, or Jennifer would be made to suffer, and she couldn’t stand
the idea that she would be the cause of her baby’s
anguish.
Jennifer’s will began to
wither as her mother kissed away the tears. The burning in her cheek radiated heat,
and seemed to symbolize her resistance ebbing away as she resigned herself to
her inescapable fate. Her body went
limp as her mother’s lips caressed their way across her cheek, planted little
kisses behind her ear, and sucked on her neck. She shivered involuntarily when she felt
the tip of Carla’s tongue spiral against the sensitive skin, and then trace a
line across her collar bone as the distraught mother cupped her daughter’s
breasts in her hands.
With Joe’s help, Carla
moved into a position sitting up on her knees in between her daughter’s
legs. Still cupping her breasts,
she again noticed how firm and full they were, and how her own had lost some of
their youthfulness. Squeezing her
hands, Carla admired her daughter’s nipples; the way they stood out proud and
erect. Timidly, she tilted her head
forward and swiped her flattened tongue across the hard buds; first one, then
the other. As she began to block
out the absurdity of the situation, Carla started getting into what she was
doing. After all, the feelings
weren’t unpleasant, once she got past the thought of she was doing. Things could certainly be much
worse. At least she was bringing
her daughter pleasure instead of pain.
Joe watched enthralled as
the young mother attended to her daughter’s tits. Standing to remove his clothes, his eyes
were glued to Jennifer’s hard nipples and well defined areolas as they were
engulfed in her mother’s mouth.
Standing naked beside Carla, Joe put his hand on the back of her neck,
urging her downward, while cupping his cock with his other hand. Impatiently, he straddled Carla, reached
down for Jennifer’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the couch. With that, he lifted her ankles and
pulled the girl’s legs up, propping her feet on her mother’s shoulders. Still not satisfied, Joe pushed outward
against her knees, splaying her delicate pussy in front of her mother’s
face.
“Eat it, you cunt.” Joe
ordered Carla as he forced her head forward, driving her nose hard against her
daughter’s pubic bone. “If she
doesn’t cum before I do, I’ll pussy whip the little tramp ‘till her cunt looks
like hamburger.”
“And you. Play with your tits.” Joe looked directly into Jennifer’s
eyes, continually stroking his semi-erect cock, and continued, “That’s it, keep
rubbing ‘em. Lick your fingers and
tweak your nipples. Yea, like
that. That’s good. Keep it up. Believe me, you want to cum before I
do.” he warned her.
Convinced he would carry
out his threat, Carla began to work on Jennifer’s pussy in earnest. Bent over at the waist, she rested her
elbows on either side of her daughter’s hips, and used her hands on the insides
of her smooth thighs to gain better access to the delicate little flower. Tracing along the outline of her labia,
Carla licked around her daughter’s pussy, teasing it into responding the same
way Jennifer’s father had teased her own cunt years earlier. She remembered how his tongue had
flitted around her most sensitive parts before pressing hard against her
clit. The technique had brought on
a powerful orgasm in no time, so she figured it was the best shot she had to
save her daughter more undue suffering.
Joe’s cock had grown to
full erection from watching Jennifer have her pussy eaten out by her own mother,
and he was ready for action.
Stepping back and kneeling down behind Carla, he placed one hand on the
small of her back and used the other to glide the head of his dick up and down
through the slit of her moistening cunt.
Three or four passes was all it took to lube the head, readying it for
insertion. With his ass resting on
the edge on the couch, he thrust himself forward into Carla’s surprisingly tight
pussy. Not aware of her lack of
sexual activity, he wasn’t expecting such a snug fit and he had to pull most of
the way back out, and then lean forward a bit to sink himself in to the
hilt. Carla grunted into her
daughter’s cunt as his glans banged against her cervix.
Jennifer tried to block
the scene unfolding before her, but was thwarted by Joe’s booming voice
demanding she keep her eyes open, and on him. The picture was surreal; her mother’s
head buried between her legs, and her own hands massaging her tits in full view
of a strange man while he took her mother from behind. She nearly broke out in nervous laughter
as a wave of panic swept over her, but consciously fought to control it. All the while, her mother’s efforts were
beginning to pay off and she found herself responding in spite of
herself.
As Joe quickened his pace,
pounding harder into her, Carla could taste, and feel, her daughter’s thickening
secretions on her tongue and in her mouth.
She worked hard to give Jennifer as much stimulation as she could,
worried that Joe was closer to cumming than her little girl was. She dreaded the thought that he might
actually “pussy whip” her, although she wasn’t sure exactly what that would
entail. She only knew she didn’t
want to find out. Rolling her
tongue, she drove it into Jennifer’s tight canal, flicking it around inside
her. Jennifer responded by rocking
her hips, driving her mother’s tongue deeper into her virgin cunt. Carla used her finger to stimulate
Jennifer’s clit while continuing to work her tongue in and out. She could feel her daughter’s pussy
begin to contract around her as she increased the speed and pressure of her
finger on the girl’s clit.
“AAUGH!” Jennifer moaned,
as her climax racked her tense body.
Her legs quivered spastically against her mother’s head, and
instinctively she pressed the back of her head with both hands, grinding her
cunt against Carla’s open mouth.
Joe held hard onto Carla’s
hips as he emptied his thick load deep inside her. Watching her daughter cum on her face
sent him over the top, and produced an intense orgasm. It took nearly a minute for Joe to
finally regain his composure.
To be continued …
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