A Mother-Daughter Act update

Unhurriedly, Peter began Lana’s education. She responded eagerly as his hands moved all over her body, as his lips touched off little stabs of pleasure here and there, the combination making her squirm with lust from one sensation to the other. She loved the way he sucked her breasts, gently but with real force behind it, elongating the little pink stiffnesses capping each hill and making them so tender that Lana could barely stand it.

Peter noticed Lori fingering herself, yearning to join in, somewhere between a sports fan in the front row and a technophile watching someone hunt and peck across a keyboard. He decided to attend to her before he started in on Lana. Lana would enjoy the show and Lori could use a nice orgasm to settle her down.

“Lie down, Lori,” Peter told her, nodding to the bed. “Let’s show Lana just what she’s in for.”

Lana pouted and swore under her breath, but stared in rapt fascination as Peter went down on her mother, Lori coming almost instantly as she locked eyes with Lana, caught between her daughter’s lustful gaze and Peter’s cunt-lapping. She was panting with delight by the time Peter rose up off her, holding her hands between her legs to keep her sex from being touched in its sensitivity. 

“Goddamn, she really fucking came so fucking much!” Lana gasped, excited to a frenzy even before Peter took her in his arms again. “You gonna suck my pussy like that? I wanna fucking come like that! You’d better not skimp out on me, I want my fucking cunt eaten too!”

Peter chuckled as he rolled his hand down her body. “I’ll eat you out as much as you can take, you little vixen,” he assured her as he stroked her cunt for a moment, then pushed her down on the bed. “Spread your legs.”

“Motherfucker,” Lana said, trying to cover her nerves as she laid down on her back, but before she spread her legs, she stopped to look at his enormous cock, jutting out from his loins like a cannon ready to fire. It was hard to believe she would have it inside her soon. It was even hard to believe that her mother had taken it.

Peter bent over Lana’s lower body, taking her hips in his hands, both holding her down and massaging the taut flesh to relax her. He worked his tongue against her pussy for a moment, Lana cursing softly like her usual Tourette’s sufferer self, then he worked his tongue inside of her slit and she started screaming names at him like she was angry at the way he was lapping up her juices as quickly as they could flow from her.

“MOTHERFUCKER! FUCKING BASTARD! SON OF A BITCH, EATING MY PUSSY—TONGUE DEEP IN MY FUCKING CUNT!”

“Lon-ah,” Lori said chidingly, abashed by how her daughter was cursing Peter out when she knew how good he was at cunnilingus. In fact, seeing Lana being eaten out, she was reminded of Peter’s skill so vividly that she felt herself becoming wildly aroused. So aroused it hurt a little in the orgasmically oversensitive sex Peter had left her with. Hurt nicely, sweetly almost. Her fingers ran down her belly…

“It’s okay, Ms. Baumgartner,” Peter told her, the respect in his voice so thick it was almost mocking. “She won’t be able to talk for much longer…”

Lori started fingering herself again, feeling another orgasm already on its way. If she was going to climax this many times during her daughter’s deflowering, she wondered how multiorgasmic Lana would be.