Lena’s gaze is fixed, dark and hungry, on the junction of Sarah’s thighs. A slow, thick trickle of my release is seeping from her, a stark white contrast against her flushed skin and dark curls. Lena lets out a soft, approving hum.
“Look at that,” she murmurs, her voice a low vibration in the quiet room. She doesn’t wait. She simply moves, her body fluid and purposeful as she sinks to her knees on the rug between Sarah’s splayed legs.
Sarah lets out a weak, shuddering sigh as Lena’s hands spread her wider. She’s too spent to do anything but watch through half-lidded eyes.
Lena leans in, her face hovering inches from Sarah’s sex. The air is heavy with the musky scent of our joining. Then, with a deliberate slowness that makes my own breath catch, she extends her tongue.
The first touch is a flat, broad stroke. She licks upward, from the damp curls to the swollen lips, collecting the pooled evidence of my orgasm. A low, rough sound of pleasure rumbles in Lena’s throat. God, she’s tasting me inside her. The thought is a lightning bolt of raw, illicit heat that makes my semi-hard cock twitch against my thigh.
She does it again, this time her tongue delving deeper, pushing slightly at Sarah’s sensitive entrance to lap up more. Sarah’s hips give a tiny, involuntary jerk, a fresh moan escaping her. Lena’s eyes are closed, her expression one of deep, sensual concentration, savoring the mixed flavors.
“So sweet,” Lena breathes against Sarah’s skin, her breath hot. “Salty. Perfect. You taste like sin, Sarah. Our sin.”
The sight is beyond anything I could have imagined. My mother, utterly exposed and used, being cleaned by her best friend’s mouth. The depravity of it coils tight in my gut, a thrilling, sickening heat.
As Lena lifts her head, her chin glistening, I find my voice, hoarse and ragged. “How… how did you two… become lovers?” The question tumbles out, driven by a need to understand the electricity that clearly arcs between them.
Lena smiles, a slow, secretive curve. She doesn’t look at me, her eyes locked on Sarah’s. Her fingers trace idle patterns on Sarah’s inner thigh. “It was after her divorce. All that lonely energy. All that… untapped need.” Her voice is a confidential whisper, as if sharing a sacred truth. “We’d have wine. Talk. She’d cry about the emptiness. I’d listen. And one night… the hug lasted too long. The comfort turned into something else. A kiss that wasn’t about comfort at all.”
Sarah’s eyes are wide, remembering. Her breath hitches.
“A moment of weakness. I swore it would never happen again.” Sarah whispers, her voice thin.
“But your passion had been awakened, and you wanted more,” Lena counters, her thumb stroking higher, brushing through damp curls. “You’d get that look when I touched your arm. Your breath would catch. You were a starving woman pretending she wasn’t hungry.” Sarah finally turns her head, her dark eyes capturing mine. “It is true, I wanted you, Lena, and you seduced me willingly again and again. I learned so much from you, and I gave as much as I received. I am not ashamed.”
Lena smiles at Sarah and nods knowingly and then looks at me. She rises, her chin slick with our juices. She walks over to me, her movements a confident glide. I’m still lying on my back, propped on my elbows. She kneels beside me, her scent—jasmine, sweat, and the faint, salty tang of us washing over me.
She leans down, and her mouth finds mine.
The kiss is deep, possessive, and wet. I can taste it all – her own unique flavor, and unmistakably, the residual taste of Sarah and my cum. It’s the most forbidden kiss of my life. My hands come up, gripping her shoulders, pulling her down to me as I kiss her back fiercely, my tongue dueling with hers, consuming the proof of what we’ve just done.
When she breaks away, we’re both breathless. Her lips are swollen, her eyes blazing. “Now,” she says, her voice a command. “Watch.”
She turns and moves back to Sarah, who is watching us with a dazed, overwhelmed expression. Lena doesn’t speak. She simply puts a hand on Sarah’s shoulder and pushes, guiding her onto her side. Sarah goes willingly, her body pliant. Then Lena positions herself, her head between Sarah’s thighs, her own hips lowering until her sex is poised over Sarah’s face.
The understanding passes between them without words. Sarah’s hands come up, gripping Lena’s hips. Her head lifts, and her mouth finds Lena’s still-glistening folds.
At the same time, Lena’s head dips, and her tongue spears deep into Sarah’s freshly cleaned, sensitive core.
A simultaneous, muffled cry of pleasure echoes from both women.
I scramble to sit up, my heart hammering. I’m achingly hard again, my cock standing thick and eager against my stomach. I wrap my hand around my shaft, a hiss escaping my teeth at the contact. I don’t stroke yet. I just hold myself, watching, committing every detail to memory.
Their bodies form a perfect, intimate loop. Lena’s back is a taut, graceful arch, her dark hair trailing over Sarah’s stomach. Sarah’s legs are hooked over Lena’s shoulders, her own head tilted back, her mouth working hungrily. The sounds are obscene and beautiful – wet, sucking noises, low, continuous moans, the soft slap of skin as they subtly rock against each other’s faces.
I see Lena’s tongue, pink and agile, flicking rapidly over Sarah’s clit before plunging deep again. Sarah’s whole body shudders, her grip on Lena’s hips turning white-knuckled. In response, Lena grinds her pussy down harder onto Sarah’s mouth, a silent demand for more.
My hand starts to move. A slow, tight stroke from root to tip. The pre-cum beading at my slit makes the glide smooth, filthy. I match my rhythm to theirs, to the hungry rise and fall of their bodies.
Sarah’s moans grow higher, more frantic. Her free hand claws at the rug. Lena is relentless; her technique varied and expert—long, lapping strokes, then focused, rapid flicks on that tight bud. She’s bringing Sarah back to the edge with shocking speed, as if she knows every secret pathway of her body.
“That’s it, sweetie,” Lena gasps, lifting her mouth for a second, her voice thick. “Come for me again. Let me taste it all.” She dives back in, sucking Sarah’s clit between her lips.
Sarah screams, the sound vibrating into Lena’s core. Her body convulses, back bowing off the floor. Lena drinks her in, her own hips stuttering as Sarah’s tongue finds a frantic, desperate rhythm in response.
Seeing Lena begin to peak is my undoing. Her perfect control fractures. Her movements lose their precision, becoming ragged, grinding circles against Sarah’s mouth. A guttural, shaking cry tears from her as her own orgasm hits. “Fuck! Yes! Right There!”
The sight of them shattering together, joined in that most intimate of kisses, unleashes me. My fist flies over my cock, rough and fast. My eyes are glued to Lena’s trembling thighs, to the way Sarah is still lapping weakly at her through her climax. The heat in my gut coils, tightens, and erupts.
With a choked shout, I come. Thick stripes of white jet across my stomach and chest, the pulses wracking my body. I keep stroking through it, milking myself dry as I watch the aftershocks ripple through the two beautiful, entwined women.
Slowly, languidly, Lena rolls off, collapsing onto her back beside Sarah. Both are breathless, glistening with sweat and spent passion. Sarah’s face is a mess again, but she’s smiling, a soft, sated, utterly debauched smile.
Lena turns her head toward me, her chest still heaving. Her eyes drift from my face, down to the mess I’ve made on myself. That slow, catlike smile returns.
“Don’t move,” she purrs, her voice husky with promise
