Cross-Time Cocking update

Gwen got out of the shower. She heard Peter talking as she dressed, and rightfully suspected that Sarah had arrived.

Sarah Stacy. In this universe, ‘she’ had had the poor taste to be involved with Norman Osborn, and the result had been a rapidly aging daughter, Sarah. According to Peter, the aging disease had been cured when she was almost the same age as Gwen, resulting in a cross-dimensional ‘mother and daughter’ that could’ve passed for sisters.

Gwen put on a flowing, toga-like dress, slipped into a pair of panties, brushed her hair, and then left the bathroom. 

Sarah looked at Gwen in awe as she appeared. Gwen noticed that she took in the way her breasts strained at the tight garment and how her legs looked beneath the short hemline. Sarah sat with Peter, holding his hand in her lap. She wore a pleated tartan skirt with a modest white blouse. Her legs were bare, except for the knee-length socks and scuffed shoes she wore. She looked like she could’ve actually been younger than Gwen, fresh and pretty.

“So,” Sarah said, “you’re what my mother looks like.”

“I could say the same to you,” Gwen said. “I could be looking in a mirror.”

Peter broke up the mutual admiration. “Sarah’s working as a model now, just like Gwen—our Gwen—used to. I found some of her photos.”

“Peter, you shouldn’t have told her about that,” Gwen said. “Sarah may be embarrassed by them.”

“I don’t embarrass easily,” Sarah said quickly.

Gwen sat down on the other side of Sarah, boxing her in with Peter. “Then tell me about them.”

“My neighbor,” Sarah said, not in the least bit shy. “Peter helped me find a place to live and when I got there, it turned out to be right next door to a photographer.”

“Then he was the man in the photos?” Gwen asked.

Sarah nodded. “His girlfriend took the pictures, but he staged them.”

“I guess she was the other woman. And when all three of you were in the shot?”

“His camera has a timer on it.” Gwen noticed that Sarah was holding Peter’s hand tightly against her lower stomach. “Did you like the photos?”

“They were very artistic,” Gwen said. “And, of course, the subject matter is incredible.”

“Why did you pose?” Peter asked.

“Why shouldn’t I have?” Sarah shot back.

Gwen spoke up: “We’re not judging you. I’m not your mother. Peter isn’t your father. We were just wondering.”

“I wanted to,” Sarah said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “It sounded fun.”

“Then you enjoyed… everything those pictures showed you doing?”

“Oh, yes,” Sarah shoved Peter’s hand down into her skirt. “And now, I like looking at the photographs too.”

“Sarah,” Peter said, “I’ve fucked Gwen.”

Sarah’s lips parted slightly as Gwen nodded in confirmation. 

“I’ve been trying to think of someone both of us can fuck,” Peter continued, “and in the end, I thought why not just do it with another cute little Stacy?”

Biting her lip, Sarah lifted Peter’s hand along with her skirt, opening her legs and pushing his hand between her thighs. Gwen watched Peter’s fingers curl into her panties. She and Sarah smiled at each other.

“You don’t waste any time, do you, ‘daughter’?”

“Why should I? I’ve been wanting to fuck Peter forever. And it’s not like you’re really my mother, is it?”

Gwen stood up. “Not until now.”

She took off her dress, Sarah gasping as she saw how Gwen had matured over her, eyes blinking at the sight of her cleavage, so big and yet so firm and buoyant.

“Oh, God, what a beautiful pair of ti… of breasts you have.”

“Thank you, Sarah. It’s all right to call them tits. I like the word. Peter and I say things like that all the time. Cunt, cock, tits. It makes it more fun.”

“Please… let me feel your tits.”

Gwen nodded and Sarah reached for her breasts, panting as she fondled them. Her hands felt good, good enough for Gwen’s nipples to harden and elongate, their newfound length delighting the wildly aroused Sarah.

“This feels so good,” Sarah moaned as she fondled Gwen’s luscious breasts. “It’s like I’m touching myself almost.”

“No, dear. Let’s find out what touching ourselves feels like.”

Since Peter had made her so proud of her plump ass, Gwen turned her back on Sarah, then slowly pulled her panties down, delighted by the aroused moan she heard.

“No wonder Peter fucks you,” Sarah exclaimed. “I hope my ass looks that beautiful someday…”

Gwen was pushing her panties down her legs when she felt two slender hands on her ass, one on each buttock. They didn’t feel like Peter’s. She let them fondle her while her panties fell. When they were around her ankles, she stepped out of them, leaving herself naked.

“Oh, you’re quivering,” Sarah said. “So am I. Feel.”

She pressed herself against Gwen, who only then realized that Sarah had stripped naked, now as bare as she was. She felt Sarah’s pubic hair on the curvature of her buttocks, wet and glossy. Gwen turned around and it was like looking into a mirror. Sarah’s pubic hair was even the same shade as hers. Only Sarah was a teenager, not a woman in her twenties, and there was the barest hint of development, of naiveté, laced into her fresh-faced features.

They stepped closer together again, breasts rubbing against each other, nipples as hard as tiny little thimbles, begging to be sucked.

Christ, Peter thought as he let the symbiote sink under his pores, leaving him naked. His engorged cock stood out ramrod straight from his crotch. It had been wild fucking Gwen, and it would be even better to fuck her daughter.

Sarah had made the pass, started the flirtation, but now Gwen became the aggressor. There were things she could show this young woman. Things she had learned with Peter, beautiful, dark, pleasurable things. She wanted to get started right now, initiating Sarah into the same life of ecstasy that she had begun.

Gwen pushed Sarah away. “Fuck my cunt, lover,” she told Peter. “My daughter made it all hot and wet. Now I want you to show her what a real man can do to it. Get between my legs and give me that hard, beautiful cock.”

He came to her, his arms wrapping around her, hands cupping the cheeks of her perfectly formed ass. His fingertips curved around the naked buttocks, just touching the rim of her tight little anus. Peter could feel it quiver with anticipation. He tapped his fingertips against the opening lightly, teasing, and Gwen’s breath caught in her throat. She loved the feeling.

“Yes, Peter,” she moaned, “don’t just fuck the shit out of my pussy. Play with my asshole too. Use all my holes—“

Sarah mewled at the sound of her sainted mother saying such things, and Peter grinned at that sound as he thrust his hips forward, the full length of his manhood plunging into Gwen.

“Oh, sweet fuck!” Gwen gasped, jumping up to wrap her legs around him, locking her ankles at the base of his spine. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me in front of my daughter… ohhh, honey!”

It was an incredible sensation for Peter. Sarah had gotten her ‘mother’ so wet that his massive cock met virtually no resistance going into Gwen. He lowered her to the ground, his body pinning her down, and then let her have it with long, hard strokes.

Peter watched Gwen’s face while he fucked her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was opening, emitting a continuous moan of passion. Her lovely blonde hair was spread out in wild stickiness against her sweaty face. He had never seen such intense pleasure in anyone. He’d known Gwen liked being fucked, but now he realized how hot she found it to have her daughter watching it happen. 

She’s magnificent, Peter thought, fucking away between her thighs like a piston in overdrive. She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had… and now I’ve got two of her to fuck.

He kissed her hot, sweat-salted throat in celebration of his power over her, which made Gwen whimper even more. “Ooooo, that’s it!” she cooed. “Now my tits! Suck my tits, baby!”

Peter was quick to obey. His lips left burning marks down her throat and over her collarbone before he was at the jiggling mounds of her breasts, biting them, sucking them. Gwen couldn’t get enough. She slammed herself upwards into his cock, wildly working her hotly seething pussy over it.

“Ohhhhh, that’s it, motherfucker!” she cried. “Fuck me, suck me, just make me come!”

“Such good-tasting tits,” Peter breathed around the nipple in his mouth. “Take every inch of my cock… again… and again…”

They were fucking faster and faster, building towards another of their simultaneous orgasms, Gwen clawing at Peter’s back and Peter pumping into her sex, when she suddenly remembered Sarah. Opening her eyes, Gwen saw her would-be daughter right across from them, fingering herself hotly with her eyes glued to the spectacle of their fuck.

Gwen reached out to her. “Come here, baby. Come sit on mommy’s face.”