A Mother-Daughter Act update

He reached down to place himself inside of Lana, but she got there ahead of him, taking Peter in hand and pulling him inside her. Once he’d felt her pussy, he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t resist the pleasure awaiting his cock—he thrust all the way in to the sweet goodness of her sex, filling her on the first stroke. Her lips parted in a gasping cry of enjoyment.

“Oh!” she said. “It is all for you! It’s all yours!”

Peter pulled himself back. He was only able to stand withdrawing from Lana for milliseconds before he thrust back into her. Lana couldn’t stand having him outside of her either. She shoved her cunt to him, engulfing his manhood, pawing lovingly at his back and shoulders as he filled her.

Peter’s face dipped down to hers, his lips seeking her lips, and Lana took his kiss. Their tongues melded together for a long, loving moment, then their lips parted with the sound of a champagne cork popping. The noise tingled in Lana’s eardrums until the echo had died down enough to be replaced by the mad throbbing of her heart. She wanted only to kiss Peter, to feel his body, to be full of him.

A few minutes ago, she’d been making love to Bill, but that wasn’t love. It was just for the camera. The camera was still there now—she could still hear it humming away—but everything else was absolutely different. She caressed Peter as if she could not feel him enough, opening her thighs to receive him inside her time and time again.

“Fuck me harder!” she keened. “Give it to me!”

“Happy to,” Peter whispered back. He was always so big for her, so hard, but now he was swollen and stiff beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. His prick was like a red-hot ingot inside of her. She writhed and twisted as she took every blazing inch of it.

“Puh-Peter!” she moaned. “Fuck, Peter!”

His member parted her folds, slicking inside of her. She felt his pubic hairs press heavily against her groin, tickling the splayed lips of her womanhood. She switched and quivered in response, though her cunt was already shuddering with the pleasure it was taking from his entry.

“Was I good, motherfucker? Huh? How fucking good was I?” she asked between gasps, trying and failing to get used to how his organ was rutting into her.

“You were perfection,” Peter said sincerely. “Five years ago, if I’d seen you as a porn star, I’d never watch anyone else. I couldn’t believe how hot you were. I was hard watching you work on Bill—sweating all over—I wanted to rip him off you and fuck you myself!”

Lana laughed. “For some reason I believe you!”

“This is just for the camera,” Peter told her. “You wait until I get you alone. Tonight, I’m going to do things to you that would make that camera melt.”

“Promise?” Lana asked, but he was beyond answering. Peter’s cock jerked and shuddered inside of her, ready to come.

“I’m going to come inside you too, tonight,” Peter said. “But right now, I need to mark you.”

“No!” Lana moaned, despondent at the possibility of him taking his prick away. “I’m already yours! I’m fucking yours!”

“Sorry, babe. It’s in the script!”

Peter pulled himself from her sex—cum was already running in white ribbons from his cockhead—and he jerked his cock off above her, streaming out whiteness onto Lana’s breasts, her belly, even her face. Lana lost her sadness over being denied his cock, too amazed at how hard and how much he was coming to care anymore. She reached to her face to touch the semen he’d covered her with, rubbing it onto her cheek like fingerpaint, then bringing it to her lips…

“Cut! Wrap!” Peter said, and as soon as he’d spoken, he stuffed four fingers into her cunt. Lana almost came when she felt him practically fist her—she cried out gleefully to feel her pleasure returning, ramping up to the same orgasmic levels as before. Peter dropped down so that his head was between her thighs. “Now I’ll make it up to you,” he said, and he was licking her pussy while he fingered her.

After having wronged her, failed her by not fucking her to the usual point of Lana swearing eternal loyalty, Peter ate the girl out with a passionate need that put his usual lust for her to shame. His tongue plunged deep into her, sharing the tight space with his probing fingers, and Lana could only writhe and spasm while tongue and fingers fucked her like she was being double-teamed.

Her clit swelled until it felt as big as a hill; when Peter’s teeth clasped on it, Lana couldn’t do anything but scream and beat her fists on the floor until she was coming, coming in a boiling river to meet Peter’s hunger and desire to claim her. And now, dripping with his cum, her own cream running out of her in streaming rivulets, Lana felt like she was really, truly his as she had never been before.

If anyone doubted it, it was on camera.