Tresa, now naked, took her place on the couch. Laying back with her head and shoulders propped against a couple of pillows, she pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide, fully exposing herself in the dim light. Looking at her daughter with a dark, expectant smile, she said, “Dessert is served! Get on down there.”
Miranda didn’t hesitate. She crawled forward, taking her place between her mother’s thighs. Leaning down, she slowly slid her tongue through her mother’s thick flaps, drawing an instant, sharp intake of breath from Tresa.
Miranda went to work, determined to prove herself. She showcased her tongue-lashing skills with a rhythmic, focused intensity, her head moving between Tresa’s legs as she tasted the juices of her mother. It was an amazing sight to behold—the raw, primal symmetry of Miranda eating the very pussy she had come out of sixteen years ago.
Tresa’s hips began to buck instinctively against the cushions. Her hands reached down, one catching a handful of Miranda’s hair to hold her close, the other reaching for her own breast. The basement was filled with the wet, frantic sounds of Miranda’s devotion and Tresa’s increasingly loud, ragged moans of approval.
“Oh… god, Miranda,” Tresa gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as her daughter’s tongue found a sensitive nerve. “You… you’re even better than your father.”
Tim stood at the foot of the couch, his breathing heavy as he watched the two women in his life lose themselves in each other.
Tresa made a couple of small changes to what her daughter was doing, her fingers guiding Miranda’s head to find the perfect angle. She was close to an orgasm and getting closer with each lick, her breath coming in short, needy. When the time came, Tresa let out a groan, rocking her hips up towards Miranda’s face and coating her with a surge of her juices.
Miranda didn’t miss a beat; she stayed right there, her tongue working relentlessly to push her mother through a second, then a third wave of shivering orgasms.
From the edge of the couch, Tim caught Miranda’s attention. He met her eyes and made a subtle, rhythmic motion with two of his fingers. Miranda’s eyes lit up with a knowing smile; she knew exactly what he was thinking. She slipped two fingers into her mother’s pussy, curled them upward to find that magic little button, and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.
“Feels like… Dad has shown you that as well,” Tresa whimpered, her voice sounding even more aroused as the new sensation took hold.
Miranda didn’t say a word. She just leaned in, focusing all her energy on working her mother’s G-spot over. When the time was right, Miranda attacked the spot with her fingers, her rhythm fast and unrelenting. Tresa’s body went rigid. She arched her hips high off the pillows, letting out a haunting groan as a stream of clear fluid shot from her pussy, drenching Miranda’s hand and the cushions beneath them.
Tresa slumped back, her chest heaving, looking at her daughter with a mix of shock and total adoration. The room was heavy with the scent of incestuous lust, the silence only broken by the sound of their ragged breathing.
Miranda didn’t stop there. Just as Tresa’s body began to relax from the initial surge, Miranda slowed her rhythm to an agonizingly deliberate rub, only to attack again with sudden, frantic speed. Tresa let out a long, shattered “OHHHH” as her muscles tightened violently, and another stream shot from her pussy in an intense orgasm that eclipsed the first.
This was followed by a third, fourth, and fifth G-spot orgasm in rapid succession, the sensations stacking until Tresa was completely overwhelmed. She began to thrash, her voice cracking as she begged her daughter to stop. “I need… a break,” she gasped, her hands weakly pushing at Miranda’s wrists.
Miranda did not listen to her mother, nor did she stop. She stayed locked onto her target, continuing to attack her mother’s G-spot and rocking Tresa’s body with what seemed to be one long, continuous, and punishingly intense orgasm. Tresa was forced to try and crawl away across the cushions, her movements clumsy and desperate as she fought to get a break and simply be able to breathe.
Tim watched from the side, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. It was clear Miranda had learned that specific brand of persistence from him; he had always loved to keep going until both of the girls were reduced to begging for mercy. Seeing his daughter mirror his own predatory drive brought a new level of raunch to the room.
Finally, Miranda let her hand go still, leaving Tresa trembling and breathless, her skin tacky and damp, mottled red from the sheer intensity of the overstimulation. Tresa lay draped over the arm of the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to find her center again.
Tresa, now on her knees and draped helplessly over the arm of the couch, was in the perfect position for Tim. He stepped into her line of sight, his cock sliding deep into her mouth, silencing her protests with his sheer size. Miranda moved in behind her mother’s upturned rear, her tongue tracing a long, wet path from the sensitive clit clear through the crack of Tresa’s ass.
The sensory overload was total. Miranda slid two fingers back into her mother’s pussy, this time curling them downward to find her G-spot. She began to rub with a fierce, practiced rhythm. It only took a few seconds before Tresa’s body betrayed her again; she began squirting all over Miranda’s hand and the couch, her internal muscles clenching in a violent, involuntary reaction.
Tresa tried to pull back, her muffled moans vibrating against Tim’s cock as she fought for air and a moment of relief from the pleasure. But Tim held her head tight, his fingers tangled in her blonde hair, refusing to let his cock out of his wife’s mouth. He pinned her in place, forcing her to endure the double onslaught of his throat-fucking and their daughter’s relentless tongue and fingers.
Locked between her husband and her daughter, Tresa was completely trapped in a cycle of mounting ecstasy. Her muffled cries of “Please” were lost against Tim’s cock as Miranda’s fingers continued to drive her through another series of earth-shattering orgasms.
After a couple more orgasms, Tim told Miranda to grab some lube. Miranda leaped up and went to her room to retrieve what he had requested. Tim moved in behind his wife as he took the lube from his daughter. A cold drizzle slid down the crack of his wife’s ass, and he rubbed a glob of it on his cock as well.
Moving up close behind his wife, he put the head of his cock at her puckered asshole and began a slow push. Tresa’s asshole opened up and swallowed Tim’s cock in no time, the muscles yielding to the familiar, thick intrusion. You see, Tim loved anal, and Tresa was more than happy to give it up to him. Holding a hip with one hand and a fist full of hair in the other, he began to pump his cock in and out of his wife’s ass.
Miranda knelt next to them on the floor, her eyes fixed on the point of entry where her father was disappearing into her mother. With one hand, she began to rub her mother’s pussy, the wetness of the previous hours making it effortless to find her rhythm, while the other hand tugged on Tresa’s nipples, keeping her body a live wire of sensation.
What felt like a never-ending assfucking to Tresa was pure heaven to Tim. He had always loved anal, and with all that had gone on that night—the discovery, the sharing of their daughter, the raw exhibition of it all—made this time even better. He smashed Tresa’s ass like he was on a mission, the wet, slapping sound of his pelvis hitting her cheeks filling the room. He drove himself harder and faster until he finally jammed into her deep and tight, his balls opening up as he flooded her asshole with a HUGE load he had built up.
Tresa’s head was pulled back, her screams of her assfucking vibrating through the air as she felt the hot, heavy load filling her insides. Tim held her there, shooting his load inside her, his breath a ragged, victorious growl in her ear.
After a couple of minutes letting his cock just soak in Tresa’s ass, Tim slowly began to pull out. The vacuum sealed around him broke with a wet, heavy suction, and his cock fell out with a sharp slapping noise as it hit his leg, glistening with lube and his load.
Tresa stayed exactly where she was, her forehead now pressed into the arm of the couch, trembling as she tried to regain some semblance of control over her own body.
“Damn, Mom,” Miranda said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and newfound respect. “You took that like a pro. When he does it that hard to me, it brings a tear to my eye.”
Tresa let out a low, breathy laugh that turned into a ragged cough before she finally managed to lift her head. She looked at her daughter with a tired, triumphant glint in her eyes, her lips curving into a sharp smirk.
“That’s the difference between a girl and a woman,” her mother said mockingly, her voice rough from the screaming. She shifted slightly, trying to tighten up her asshole so as not to lose Tim’s load, which was beginning to seep out. “A woman knows how to handle it and also enjoys the more brutal poundings.”
Tim stood over them both, looking down at the two women he had thoroughly used. He reached out, resting one hand on Tresa’s lower back and the other on Miranda’s ass, bringing the three of them into a tight, silent circle of shared secrets.
“So,” Tim said, his eyes darting between his wife and his daughter. “What’s the plan for tomorrow night? Because I think we’ve just set a brand new standard for family time.”
