A Mother-Daughter Act update

Lana pinched her nipples with her fingers, sighing as her breasts firmed and swelled in her hands. Were they getting it all? Was this what Peter wanted from her?

“I’m coming!” she gasped, closing her legs around Bill’s neck. She wasn’t, but it seemed to fit the rhythm of the scene, and she threw herself into making it look real. Thanks to Peter, she certainly had plenty of experience there.

Now that Bill’s face was thrust tightly against her cunt, he licked her inside and out, his experienced tongue seeking out first her clit, then the depths of her pussy. Lana kept moaning, kept sighing, her head tossing from side to side. It was strange, but pretending to be aroused had her body halfway convinced that she was. She opened her legs, letting Bill’s head out of her lap, and she took his hands, pulling him up in front of the couch she lay on.

His prick was nice and hard now; Lana could see it throbbing needfully. The foreskin was drawn back and his ruby-red cockhead stuck out boldly, precum glimmering in the slitted tip. They’d tossed the script a long time ago and Lana had nothing to guide her but instinct. She knew to trust herself there; Peter had certainly never minded her intuition.

Lana took Bill’s cock in one hand, holding it steady as she engulfed it with her mouth. She sucked him ferociously, then let him slide free of her mouth. His cock was left glistening with her saliva, the tip a fiery red, and she kissed up and down the shaft. Lana heard him groan in pleasure as her teeth nibbled at the base of his member, then heard Peter yell “Cut!”

Lana lifted her head and looked past the lights to her director. Peter sounded shaky: “You good, Lana? You, Bill?”

They both nodded crisply. “Fuck yeah,” Lana said.

“Good,” Peter said. “Let’s go from a new angle. We’ll cut in a reaction shot to cover it.”

Fine by me, Lana thought. She could hear excitement in Peter’s voice. If watching her with another man got him hot, then she was all for it.

She went back to Bill’s cock, one of her hands covering his balls. Might as well go all nine fucking yards, Lana told herself, putting her other hand between her thighs. She found her cunt still wet from Bill’s tongue, and it didn’t take much rubbing to get even wetter.

“Suck me,” Bill said, his voice trembling as Peter’s had. Lana couldn’t forget how excited he was too.

Lana ran four fingers into her sex, keening sharply as her slit stretched to let them in. She was too aroused even for such a sizable intrusion to give her any trouble, and she fucked her fingers in and out while sucking off Bill. She felt his warm blood throbbing in his lengthy erection—nibbled and slurped at him to get it burning even hotter.

Occasionally she’d lift her face and open her lips, letting him stuff himself into her mouth. She could tell he wanted to drive his cock into her throat, but it was Lana’s mouth and if anyone was going to pummel her that way, it was going to be Peter. When Bill’s thrusts got too aggressive for her liking, she simply bit down a little and he took it easy rather than scratch himself on her teeth.

Her tongue tickled his cockhead when he was in her mouth, followed it out when he pulled his hips back. She licked all over his knob, feeling it swelling to even greater size as she polished it.

Normally Bill’s restraint was incredible. Like many male porn stars, he boasted of being able to ejaculate on command. So Lana was surprised to hear him grunt, then burst, his cum flowing in a thick stream out of his cockhead. 

Lana took it right in her mouth, her cheeks billowing before she gulped—enough to show the camera that she really was swallowing his cum. Then she pulled back to let the rest fly into her face, showing the audience in no uncertain terms that he most definitely had been brought to orgasm.

“Lana!” Peter cried, voice almost cracking, and Lana turned to see the cameraman only a few feet away, lens reflecting every drop of cum Lana’s face had taken. She smiled coyly at her mirror image, then let her tongue out to lick at all the semen around her mouth. 

“Cut!” Peter called.