A Mother-Daughter Act update

Peter looked between the two women: Lori slender, lean, like age had pared her down to the beautiful essentials, while Lana was lusher, in the full bloom of youth, her breasts plush, arms and thighs thick, everything curvy down to her soft, creamy belly, which promised a good home for his cock, his seed. He let the sight of both of them make his cock throbbingly hard, and both mother and daughter wore identical expressions of lust as they stared at his full erection.

“We can take care of it for you,” Lori repeated numbly, taking a step forward. “Yes, we certainly can—“

“Just one of you,” Peter said cuttingly. Then he smiled. “I wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite, would I?”

“Of course not,” Lori agreed. “I’ll take care of it right now.”

She took another step, but Lana held her by the arm, almost throwing her back. “You mean I’ll fucking take care of it, old-timer. Wouldn’t want you to throw out your back.”

Lori ripped her arm away and made for Peter. “Age before beauty.”

Lana power-walked to keep up with her. “Fuck you, Mom, I’m the oldest… I mean…”

Peter stopped them both as they came within arm’s reach of him, putting his hands on their shoulders. “That’s not a bad idea.” They were obediently still now and he moved his hands to their faces, so alike, stroking their cheeks and inclining their heads slightly so that they were facing each other. “I want the two of you to kiss. And whoever shows the most… ‘family values’… gets my cock.”

Mother and daughter looked at each other, almost making Peter chuckle as he saw the gears turning. The shift as they stopped thinking of each other as family and instead saw the sexuality in Lana’s mother, in Lori’s daughter. They were not family anymore. They were two of Peter’s toys and it turned them on to be his.

Then their lips collided, tangled, becoming a series of gasps, shared pleasure, shared submission, the two almost passionate enough for each other that Peter could believe they weren’t just trying to impress him, get to his cock. The kisses stopped and held, with Lori gripping Lana by the neck as she kissed her, making Lana tilt her head back, accept Lori bearing down on her with a kiss that made her a bitch just like she was for Peter.

When it ended, Lana was gasping for breath, moaning aloud with an almost visible pulse going through her sex. As eager for Lori to fuck her as she had been for Peter. But Lori eased her aside. She was going to fuck Peter now. As Lana realized it, her face fell. But her cunt got even wetter. She would get to watch. And when her dumb bitch mom didn’t satisfy Peter all the way, like the old hag could, then it would be Lana’s turn and she would go twice as long on his cock as Lori even dreamed of going.

“Not bad,” Peter said, ushering Lori down to her knees before his engorged cock, where she belonged. Inviting her to worship his manhood as it deserved. “Now show your daughter how to be a whore. We both know you’re the best at it. I want Lana to be as good a slut as you. As much as you like cock, you know it’ll take two of you to handle this.”

In her heart of hearts, Lori might admit it, but not out loud, not in front of her daughter. She shook her head willfully, then took hold of his prick, rubbing it against her cheek as she looked up at Peter, her eyes insisting that she could take all of his manhood all on her own.

He looked down at her, smiling patiently, almost fatherly, and Lori wondered if it turned Lana on to be a literal motherfucker as much as it turned her on to have Peter be her ‘daddy’. The pulse of Peter’s member against her face excited her. She was so horny, she could’ve swallowed Peter’s cock down to the balls. She closed her fingers around the root and pressed her lips to the swollen glans, covering her lips with the precum that dripped from him. She heard Lana whimper with desire in the back of her mind. Lori swirled her tongue over the smoothness of Peter’s cockhead, remembering how she’d kissed Lana, wondering if it would be even better with her mouth tasting of cock. Of cum. Of Peter.