A Mother-Daughter Act update

Peter laid between Lana and Lori, his sleeping breaths as silent as the grave. Mother and daughter were equally silent, though more from stunned ecstasy than restful slumber. Lori had been on the receiving end of Peter’s tongue, while Lana had taken his cock, and it was a toss-up who had gotten the better end of the deal. After he’d finished with both of them, they’d fallen clear of his body, and only now—minutes or hours later—did Lana recover enough to move her vacant eyes and lift her head. 

She looked at Peter’s body to find his cock limp on his thigh, her own juices drying on it. And, in a credit to Lori’s recuperative abilities, the older woman looked over Peter at the same moment, so that their eyes met.

In a credit to Lana’s youthfulness, she found her pussy quivering for more—a dangerous look in her eyes that Lori couldn’t quite return. 

“Does it have to end?” Lana asked, a cringe of fear in her. She wasn’t satisfied yet. No, she didn’t want to be satisfied yet, no matter how much she had been.

Lori smiled bemusedly for her. Though her tired body ached, she’d do anything to please her daughter, even restart this orgy of theirs. “No, it doesn’t. In fact, with a little luck, I’ll be kicking it into high gear…”

Winking at Lana, Lori slipped down to the foot of the bed, where she grabbed Peter’s limp member and lifted it into the air. Even flaccid, it had an impressive heft. She licked her lips, then circled them tenderly around his cockhead. Although asleep, Peter responded to her oral affection. His cock grew slowly and steadily, lengthening with each suck Lori made at it, but it didn’t take long at all to stretch Lori’s lips wide open.

“Motherfucker,” Lana giggled, dropping down beside her mother to kiss the portion of Peter’s cock that even Lori couldn’t reach. “Are we ever going to stop?”

Lori pulled her mouth off Peter’s throbbing erection just to say—nothing, as Peter’s cock vented all over her face, covering it in white.

“Yes,” Peter said, sitting up. “You are going to stop.”

Lana pouted. “C’mon, daddy. One for the road?”

Peter just looked at her. “I don’t argue with whores,” he said.

With two thwips of his webshooters, it was a non-issue. They were bound and gagged on the bed, with nothing to do but sleep.

***

Lori didn’t think it was her fault. Ever since she’d started sleeping with Peter, her sex drive had been in overdrive. Maybe it was something to do with Peter’s fetish for fluids. Whenever he fucked her, she took everything he gave her. She swallowed every drop from the blowjobs, took his cum without a rubber when he fucked her pussy—even when she jerked him off, it was a sure thing he would come on her naked body. You couldn’t treat a woman like that without turning her into a cock-hungry whore… otherwise why would she be one?

And Lana was Lori’s daughter, so obviously she’d have the same reaction. What did Peter have to complain about? They were the ones who had to deal with there only being so much cock and so much cum for the both of them.

Not that that’d proven an issue yet, or anytime soon. No matter how much Peter came, he always seemed to have more. And more and more and more. Sometimes Lori thought that she would run out of room to put it in before he ran out of cum. 

She awoke with the webbing dissolved and Lana cuddled against her, Peter having been considerate enough to web them up together. The man himself was nowhere in sight though. Lori supposed that between his job as Peter Parker and his work as Spider-Man, he couldn’t be on-call all the time.

“Where’d that fucking shithead go?” Lana yawned, coming awake herself. She cringed when she moved, cold cum still heavy inside her stuffed body, her skin even reddened in places where Peter had gripped her—spanked her—held her down so she didn’t hurt herself in her determination to be fucked. “Motherfucker turns me on like a goddamn spigot—gives me fucking wet dreams—the least he can do is fuck me when I wake up. Bastard. Son of a bitch. See if I let him fuck me again, the prick-ass motherfucking cunt…”

Lori had to smile at her willful child. As utterly blasphemous as Lana’s language was, she couldn’t muster up any real anger with Peter. It was obvious from her wide eyes that Lana was taking some autoerotic enjoyment in reminding herself of how Peter had fucked her. She was probably not too far off from masturbating, not that that would make her cool down any. 

“That’s fine, dear,” Lori said. “More for me.”

Rising, Lori pulled herself from the sheets. The stickiness had nothing to do with the webbing. After the ten hours they’d spent in their comatose post-fuck sleep, Peter’s webs were less than nothing. If anything, Lori and her… enthusiastic reaction to oral sex were to blame for the sheets having to be retired. 

“Don’t joke like that,” Lana said, pouting too hard to remember to be as edgy as usual. “He’s my boyfriend!”

“Mine too,” Lori reminded her.

Lana bit her lip. Lori could see this wasn’t doing anything to reduce her arousal. “Mommy, when’s he coming back?”

“I don’t know, darling. He comes and he goes. Didn’t you say you’d hate to have a guy hovering over you, treating you like his possession? Like a ball and chain, you said?”

“But I fucking need him,” Lana insisted. She looked at her mother to see Lori gathering fresh clothes from the dresser. “Where are you going?”

“First, a shower. Then some shopping.”

“I’ll go with you!” Lana said hurriedly.

“You don’t have to,” Lori said, carrying her stacked ensemble to the bathroom. The sound of running water soon emerged from it. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”

“I wanna go!” Lana keened.

“Alright then. Come and shower then. We can’t have you out in public smelling like the bottom of a peep show booth.”

Lana sniffed her matted hair. She didn’t see what the problem was—she liked the way she smelled. It reminded her of Peter.

She hoped for Lori’s sake that her mother wasn’t sneaking out to meet with him. That would be so unfair. Lori was old. She’d had tons of sex. Lana still needed it… she hadn’t even been bred once…