A Mother-Daughter Act update

Still, Lori wiggled her tongue inside of her daughter’s gripping anus for as long as possible, prolonging the orgasm for a small eternity, hoping that Peter appreciated the taste of Lana’s cream enough to wait. When Lana let out a satisfied exhale and stopped shaking like a running motor, Lori knew it was time.

She pulled her tongue out of Lana’s splayed ass and immediately Peter shoved Lori’s head down, forcing his prick inside her mouth. That was what he had been waiting for. With a grunt, he arched upward, spearing her throat, and Lori put all her focus on swallowing his massive load, knowing every single drop was a treasure.

She squealed around his manhood as he came. The taste suddenly exploding into her mouth sent her pussy into an equally delicious orgasm. Her own nectar gushed out of her cunt, as if imitating how Peter was filling her mouth with the sweetness of his bloated balls. 

Lori swallowed noisily, sucking on Peter’s cock with the gulping of her hot, hungry mouth. She mouthed his prick for endless minutes, on and on, not willing to lose a single drop of his precious cum. Only when she was certain that his balls were drained did she lift her mouth off his prick.

Lori sat back, her throat sore with how much cum she’d swallowed, and she looked at Lana’s cute ass. She had to laugh when Lana turned, tried to brace herself against the wall, then slowly slid down it until she was on the floor too. She held her thighs wide apart, the feeling too intense in her blonde little cunt for her to do anything but let it continue unabated.

“Feels like I can’t fucking stop fucking coming,” Lana gasped. “Every time I move, my—my poor little pussy—feels like it’s going off again—fucking motherfucker—turned my cunt inside out…”

Tired as she was, Lori forced herself to go to Peter, kissing him gratefully. “Thank you for that, Peter. I’ve never seen her as happy as you make her. If I had any misgivings about sharing you with her, or her with you, I just have to remember how hard you make my little darling come…”

“It was my pleasure,” Peter said. “Your daughter’s one nice little fuck. She takes after her mother that way. I can’t resist either of you.” Then he patted her on the ass. “Now, since Lana won’t be moving for a while and I already did my share of the work, why don’t you go fix us up a little something to eat?”

“God, Peter, you make me feel like a schoolgirl again. Playing house…”

“Feel free to dress like one too,” Peter suggested.

After girding herself to pull away from the two lovers who had given her so much pleasure, Lori picked herself up and went to fix sandwiches for the three of them. As she worked, she often looked at Peter and Lana. Peter was holding her daughter as she whimpered through the aftershocks of how thoroughly he’d debased her, hugging her, kissing her, letting her feel his warm body wrapped protectively around her. Lori was delighted to see that the master was getting another lovely erection. She was continually amazed at his ability to get and stay hard, although she supposed it was only fitting, considering the women he was faced with. 

She supposed she and Lana were a study in contrasts, opposite ends of a spectrum of feminine beauty. Herself mature, ripened, experienced, still in her prime, while Lana was youthful, fresh-faced, a little naïve as she entered into the fullness of her beauty, and most of all insatiable. While Lori had learned to control herself—at least before meeting Peter and the splendid excess of passion he had to give to her—Lana burned all the time for fucking. Lori could tell she was as eager to get back to fucking Peter as he must’ve been to have her body again; it was only sheer exhaustion that left her submitting to his loving aftercare. 

“You know what?” Peter said, gently rocking Lana. He had decided it was best for her to sleep. Lori’s pussy tingled—that decision meant he would be turning his attention on her soon enough. For all Lana’s youthful energy, she was quick to burn herself out… and Peter was left with some of his lust left over. “I think we should take Lana to work tomorrow.”

“Work?” Lori asked. “You mean work-work?”

“Uh-huh,” Peter nodded. He could tell what Lori was thinking. “She was old enough to go on that crime spree with you and now she’s old enough for this. Why not a little summer job?”