The funny thing about it was that her mother didn't actually seem to be avoiding her. In fact, when Charlene thought about it carefully, she realized that during the course of the twenty-four hours since they'd shared Tim's cock events had simply conspired to keep mother and daughter from conference – or confrontation – on the matter.
And the more Charlene thought about it, the more she suspected that cooperation rather than confrontation would result from such a conference.
Still, the fact of the matter was that her mother and she still hadn't exchanged so much as a single word on the matter. Both her intuition and her mind told her that her mother was far from angry over the incident. Rather, Charlene got the distinct feeling that, like herself, her mother was relatively pleased over the way things had begun to turn out. Charlene was coming to realize that she had a streak of voyeurism within her – and that it was evidently inherited from her mother.
But there was a fly in the ointment. Her mother certainly could have stayed home after work that evening, affording the two of them an opportunity to sit and discuss the entire affair.
Instead, her mother had chosen to go out on a date. And Charlene had more than a suspicion that her escort was none other than Derek.
After that incident last week, too! she fumed.
It made no sense to her – unless her mother was really stuck on Derek. But then she should have been all the angrier. In which case she would have forgiven him only if she was really hung up on him.
Mom – in love again?
Derek was a terrific fuck – and Charlene would more than willingly attest to that fact – but for someone with whom to settle down in a long-term relationship?
"No way," she said out loud to the empty living room around her. Shaking her head, Charlene flipped on the remote-control of the big color TV console and peeled back the foil from her TV dinner and dug in.
Hours later, the sky outside her bedroom window was dark. Charlene stared out, wondering if a preliminary thunderclap had awakened her.
But then she heard a loud shriek – followed by raucous laughter.
They're back!
And they were making a hell of a din – loud enough to be audible throughout the apartment, through the closed door of her own bedroom and through her sleep.
They must be drunk, she told herself, turning over and seeking sleep again. But the noise from the lower level of the sprawling duplex apartment continued unabated.
After about a half-hour, Charlene decided to investigate. She slipped out of the bed and stood naked in the darkened bedroom, listening to the music from downstairs. Then she pulled on her lightweight dressing gown – the one that was nearly transparent -slipped her feet into her slippers and left the bedroom.
Her luscious, overdeveloped young tits bobbled firmly as she walked down the stairs. Every step closer to the source of the noise – it seemed to be coming from the living room – made the individual sounds more audible.
And those individual sounds inflamed her imagination.
"Go on, Liz – shake that thing!" Derek's voice called.
What the hell is going on?
Another few steps closer – and Charlene could hear her mother humming.
The evening's selection seemed to be The Stripper. It hadn't been chosen without reason, either.
Oh, for crying out loud!
"Whoooo -eee! Do it to it, Liz baby!" Derek whooped.
Charlene peered cautiously around the door jamb.
Liz was in the center of the living room floor, clad only in sheer hose, panties and bra. Various and sundry other items of her clothing were scattered around the living room, much of it on the floor at Derek's feet. He sat on the sofa. On the end table beside him were two old-fashioned glasses about half-full – or half-empty – with a dark, smoky liquid. Charlene remembered that both Derek and her mother favored Scotch.
"Da-da-dahhhh! Da-dadee-dahhh! Da-da-dahhh – da-da-da-da-aaa -"
Her mother was shimmying, shaking, bumping and grinding through an invisible circle in the center of the living room, delivering a little extra flip of the hips in Derek's direction at appropriate times within the dance.
Charlene watched her mother reaching her arms behind her back, stretching her fingers far up to reach the clasps of her bra strap.
"Yeah! Yeah! Take it off, baby!" Derek yipped. He took another long pull on one of the glasses.
Liz brought her arms back in front of her, the bra loosened but still holding to her breasts. Liz had given Charlene her creamy complexion. Her breasts, so large and full, so ripe and mature – yet still without a trace of a sag to them – were snowy hillocks within the black lace cups of the brassiere.
Now she was hunching her shoulders, causing her tits to press towards one another within the cups of her bra – and the bra itself was beginning to slide forward off her shoulders and down her arms. She put her hands on her own thighs, just above her knees, and bent towards Derek. She was bent almost halfway to the floor and then she began shaking her upper body rapidly, back and forth, from side to side.
Within her ever-loosening brassiere, her tits were bobbling and rippling. Her nipples were stiffly swollen with excitement – and, Charlene suspected, liquor – and stood out like scarlet spikes within the black lace of the bra cups. Bit by bit, the bra was sliding off her. The unhooked straps flapped loosely behind her, smacking against her ribs beneath her shoulders.
"Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaaaahh! Da-da-dada -"
On the last, long Daaaaaaa!, Liz suddenly straightened, arms going wide. She shivered her shoulders, her tits bouncing with as much energy as any tassel twirler's – and then the bra cups had slid completely away from them, revealing her jugs in all of their quivering, shimmering glorious delight to Derek's smoldering eyes.
Her arms came down, her hands came together. The bra slid down her arms, riding on the shoulder strap. She raised it high over her head in one hand and swung it like some kind of sexy pennant.
"Da-da-da-da-dedede-da-da-da-daaaaa! Da-dadaaaah-de-"
She was bumping and grinding her mature hips with abandon, now, her furry pubic mound jutting forward beneath the tight panties on every downbeat, jerking it sharply towards Derek with such quick staccato strength that her tits went flopping wildly on her chest.
And as Charlene watched, she realized that her mother really wasn't half bad when it came to exotic dancing – not bad at all.
"What a stripper – uh! – I would have made, eh?"
"You sure would have, LIZ! Hooooo-boy!"
"I'd have 'em beatin' the meat in the front rows!"
"Yeah, shake it – shake it!" He clapped his hands raucously.
"Da-da-da-da-da-dedah!" Now she was bending at the waist, arms stretched straight in front of her and shoulders shaking. Her tits hung low when she did that – hung low and quivered, vibrated, the hard points of her nipples describing miniature circles in the air. And at the same time, she was working closer and closer to Derek – until finally she was shaking her tits before Derek at face level.
It was a temptation he was unable to resist. He reached out with both hands, palms upturned, and cupped the hanging masses of her creamy, warm flesh in his fingers, hefting and supporting the luxuriant masses of sensitive tit flesh.
Liz looked up at him without straightening, leaned forward and reached out to touch the tip of her tongue to his lips. "Later, lover, later," she husked to him.
Even from where she stood, Charlene could see Derek's dick bulge give an extra jerk at the brazen promise in her tone.
Derek bent his own head forward, lifting her tits to his lips and gently kissing each in turn. Then he gave them a last, loving squeeze and released her breasts.
Liz smiled vampishly and backed slowly off, still shaking her tits as she straightened.
Derek began rubbing the extended swelling of his prick, trapped within the material of his right trouser leg.
Now Liz no longer bothered accompanying her dance with any pretense at music – not even humming. Now she concentrated on the movements of her body, intending to arouse – that, and nothing else.
Slowly, her gyrations became less hectic, less frenetic. Now she drew out every undulation of her hips, every tasty shiver of her bare shoulders, every delicious shake of her naked tits.
Liz pulled her legs close together, then crossed her arms across her heaving breasts and put her hands on her shoulders crosswise. Demurely, she lowered her head, eyes closed. The Reluctant Virgin.
But her eyes opened, and her hands began sliding down over her lovely body. Down over her own upper arms, her forearms, and then her hands were slipping down over her bikini-panty-clad hips, across the brief, bare expanse of pale, cool upper thigh flesh to the sheer tops of her black stockings. Her palms flat against the nylon-clad flanks, her fingers splayed, she drew her hands slowly, caressingly upward.
Her hands came up to her hips. There her fingers accentuated the curve of her pelvic bones, the soft promise of her womanly hips. Then higher, resuming their journey, her hands found and traced the neat indentation of her trim waist.
His fingers were moving more rapidly across the throbbing lump in his pants now. Derek was plainly getting turned on.
Even Charlene herself, as yet undiscovered, observing the entire demonstration, found herself responding to what she was seeing.
Now Liz's hands were coming up over her ribs, slowly sliding to the front of her torso so they could cup beneath the ripe, swelling curves of her firm tits. Her breasts were flawless in their form, the tone of the mounded flesh perfect. Her fingers emphasized that perfection, just the tips grazing over the smooth, silken skin. She pressed her fingers together then, cupping her breasts.
Now she smiled softly down at her own tits, discovering, examining and approving them – as if all for the first time. Her fingers began to undulate, gently fondling the sensitive flesh. Her nipples, already stiffened, seemed to swell even more with hot blood. They looked to Charlene as if they were going to pop right off her big breasts with the pent-up pressure within them at any moment.
Her thumbs slowly separated from the other fingers, then her hands moved upwards. She caught the turgid points in her finger grip and ever so lightly tugged at her nipples. Then she began rolling them, tweaking them, squeezing them, pulling them so that the nozzles of her nipples themselves were drawn out and the aureole flesh about their bases puckered outward.
Liz slowly looked up, her expression one of steadily growing lust – and, somehow, of amazement, as if she'd never suspected she could become so utterly and wantonly turned on.
Now the movements of her hands were becoming more ambitious. Her fingers released the aching points of her nipples and she began rubbing her breasts, massaging them with ever more powerful circular motions. Her breasts flowed and rippled with the touch, again emphasizing their size and firm texture.
And all the while she was looking straight at Derek – whose hand was furiously massaging his cock's rigid length through his trouser leg. He'd slumped forward on the couch till he was barely resting on the edge, his legs sprawled wide open and the big bulge of his scrotum clearly visible through the taut material. He found her staring at him – and she reacted by parting her lush lips slightly and running the tip of her tongue over them in the most suggestive way she could.
Liz continued rubbing her tits with one hand – but the other slid south, heading down over her slightly mounded belly, her flat abdomen and slipping beneath the waistband of her black panties. That caused the waistband to slide down and reveal just the uppermost fringes of her soft, downy, curly pubic mat.
Within the crotch of the panties, the movements of her fingers were clearly outlined by the tight material. She was rubbing her pussy lips, inside and out, rubbing her labia and slowly zeroing in on the taut nodule of her clitoris. It was easy to tell when she reached the tip of her clit: her reaction gave her away. Her thighs shook, her knees seemed to weaken, her breasts and belly heaved and her eyes squeezed ecstatically shut.
Then she really turned it on.
Slowly, Liz turned her back on the couch. Charlene, from her angle, could see what Liz was doing but she could easily imagine the effect the sudden, concealing shift in attitude was having on Derek. All he'd be able to see was the firm roundness of her mother's creamy ass cheeks quivering and shaking beneath the abbreviated lace of the panties, the quaking of her mother's shapely thighs and legs, the play of muscle tensions through her hunched shoulders and back – and occasionally, the bulging of the crotch of the panties between her mother's legs as Liz's fingers probed ever lower to the entrance of her wet channel.
Simultaneously, her mother withdrew the hand from her panties and lowered her other hand from its tit massage. She slipped just the outstretched fingertips beneath the waistband on the outer swelling of her hips. Then, slowly swaying her luscious hips from side to side, she pushed her flimsy panties lower. They moved down off her hips, down over her thighs, down, down, down, revealing the full glory of her rich ass cheeks and the tangle of dark curls shadowing the juncture of her thighs.
Her arms were straight, her shoulders slumped, her panties and rolled band of black about her legs – and then Liz began bending forward, away from Derek, at the waist. The panties pushed still lower. Her legs, pressed tightly together, drew taut as she bent. Her ass thrust towards his widening eyes. And the pink lips of her hairsurrounded cunt swung slowly into view.
Her panties were around her ankles and her bare feet, her stockinged legs a dusky shadowed expanse of sleek flesh – and from between the pale skin at the tops of her thighs, there was the wetly glistening pinkness of her swollen cunt lips.
Charlene looked back to Derek to see his reaction to the lascivious display – and found that he'd unzipped his pants and worked the rigid length of his fully erected cock out of his fly. If anything, it seemed larger than ever to her and as she watched it, she was quite sure she could see it literally pulsing and palpitating. His dick was swelling and jerking like an animal with the scent of food in its nose – and the food was peering back at it from between her mother's thighs!
Derek had one fist wrapped securely about his blood-engorged shaft and his hand was moving up and down over it.
Again, Charlene turned her eyes towards her mother – and found that she was putting the final touch on it. As she watched, Liz was slowly working her legs apart. Somehow she'd gotten the panties completely off her and they lay on the floor precisely beneath her slick twat like a shadow of her pubic hair.
Her ankles spread farther and farther apart. Charlene even imagined she could actually hear the wet sucking sound as her mother's cunt lips separated and finally gaped open in brazen invitation. Her hands were still on her ankles and Liz's upper body was bent very low. Her tits swung heavily down towards her chin, almost touching her own shoulders and her dark hair hung down to touch the carpet.
Liz brought her hands up along the insides of her dark stockinged legs till her fingers were at the very tops of her thighs. Her thumbs moved almost idly back and forth, rubbing the sensitive, nerve-covered outer edges of her pussy lips.
"Come here, lover," she whispered.
Like a man in a trance, Derek slid off the couch and onto his knees. He shuffled forward, eyes fixed on the pink gash of Liz's cunt. He bent a bit lower as he came closer – and then he was pressing his lips to the backs of her rounded thighs. Adoringly, he kissed his way higher, approaching the meal he so hungrily craved. And all the time, he maintained his tight-fisted grip on his cock, moving his hand faster and faster on it.
He pulled his head back from her, stared into the depths of her twat – and then plunged his face forward, burying his mouth and nose against her damp grotto.
Liz moaned, deep down in her throat. Her hands went flat onto the floor in front of her for support. She groaned again and then began grinding her pussy back into Derek's avidly licking and sucking mouth. Her leg muscles tensed and relaxed repeatedly, her ass cheeks clenched, and unclenched and her hips shivered. Even from where she stood at the edge of the living room doorway, Charlene could hear Derek's slurping and sucking.
"Fill me up, now, lover," Liz hissed from her position upside down through her legs.
Derek plunged his tongue far up her pussy one more time, then raised his head enough to lavish a long, sloppy stroke over the newly exposed pucker of her anus between her spread ass cheeks – and then climbed to his feet behind her. His prick brushed against the inside of her thighs.
"Yes! Hurry up! Hurry and get that cock inside me, dammit!"
But Derek had been tantalized and had decided to return the favor. Now it was his turn. Gripping his prick shaft now between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he pressed the head of his dong against Liz's swollen labia, then began rubbing it. Swiveling his hips as he had that first night when Charlene had covertly observed the two of them fucking each other's brains out, he was giving her pussy lips the most exquisite of all massages – with the velvety flesh at the tip of his prick.
"Ple-ee-ee-ease!" Liz grunted. "Please hurry!" There was a note of pleading in her sensuously lowered voice.
Derek lowered his aim slightly and began moving his hips back and forth. His cock was so stiff that it pressed upwards against her vulva and clitoris. The stiffened prong's broad upper back rubbed along the sensitive, nerve-covered female flesh, and Liz's hips bucked and shuddered with the pleasures of the sensations.
He was stroking her twat, stroking it as if he were fucking her -but not quite.
"Put it in me!" Liz whimpered, utterly submissive in her lusting to him. It was precisely that which Derek had been awaiting.
Charlene crept forward a half step to get a better view of the action, one hand unconsciously massaging her own pert pussy through the negligently parted front of her dressing robe. She was getting as turned on as either of them by watching. At that point, she no longer cared whether or not they spotted her.
"All right, baby – here it comes!" Derek muttered, sounding just slightly more than half loaded.
Now he guided the head of his prick back to the furry split between Liz's legs, placing it firmly against the separation of her cunt lips. He worked it forward, moving his hips from side to side, the tip of his rigid meat slowly, gradually working the swollen pussy open. He was forcing her lust-constricted cunt to accept the bulbous knob of his dick – and the progress of his prong into Liz's pussy was plainly presented by her palpitating responses.
"Oh – yes! – unh! – d – do it to me, you fucker! – unh!"
Steadily, bit by bit, his cock worked its way up into her twat, the thick shaft forcing the walls apart as it slid farther and farther into her body. The broad nut at the end of his meat drove deeper into her cunt than ever before, courtesy of her attitude before him.
Derek put both of his powerful hands on her quaking hips, fingers tightened on her flesh. He lunged, driving his hips forward and burying the rest of his cock completely inside her cunt sheath with a single twat-reaming stroke.
"Ohhhhhhhhh…" Liz groaned. Her legs shook. Her knees threatened to buckle. Her cunt lips were drawn tight about the broad base of Derek's dick and his balls swung forward to brush firmly against the thrusting nodule of her swollen clitoris. Her ripe, smooth ass cheeks were pressed flat against Derek's taut abdomen.
For long moments, he just held her tightly to him like that, moving his hips back and forth by mere fractions of an inch. Her cunt was like an oven, baking his meat deep inside her, and the juices were starting to boil in his balls.
Charlene shined forward a few more steps. Now she was no more than ten feet from the pair, in plain sight. The sash of her dressing gown had become completely loosened and the robe itself gaped wide open, exposing all of her luscious, nubile charms from her flawless, graceful throat past her creamy, swelling, heaving, cherry-red-tipped breasts to her fire-red-haired cunt. Her cunt, however, was partially concealed by her hand, moving and rubbing, fondling and kneading the swollen petals of her pussy flower. Her eyes were fixed on the juncture of the two adults in the center of the living room floor; she was oblivious to all else.
Derek was gradually increasing the depth and power of his pussy pumping, stroking steadily farther into the hungry cunt offered him by Charlene's mother. His own restraint was evident in the tremors constantly shaking his trim, athletic form. His trousers, unfastened at the waist, were sliding down his hard-muscled legs to his ankles.
Liz was trembling, too – with lust. She could feel Derek's cock finding and detonating all of the pleasure primer switches far, far inside her. He was plunging his prick into her tight twat with a power and urgency that left her no alternative but to let him have his way with her… not that she had the least objection to that: his way was also her way.
To wit: "Oh shit, yes, fuck it, get it, give me that cock, dammit! FUCK MEEEEeeeee…"
And so forth.
The pleasures grew and spread between her shivering hips. Each stroke of the potent prick inside her honey hole sent the sensations rippling outward through her body. Those ripples of pleasure quivered down her stockinged legs. Her knees finally buckled and Liz began sinking to the floor, easing her way down with the hands out before her.
Derek, locked within her tight quiet, had no choice but to drop to his knees behind her. To his credit, he never missed a beat, never skipped a stroke. He continued pumping the meat to Charlene's mother without a break, keeping his own unheard beat as he drummed his cock head against the firewall barrier of Liz's cervix deep inside her fiery hot vaginal channel.
But once the two of them were securely on the floor, he went to work on her with a redoubled vigor. Now his knuckles whitened with the intensity of his grip on Liz's hips, and the slapping impact of his abdomen on her firm, white ass cheeks. Each thrust jolted Liz. Her breasts, so large and heavy and ripe with her full-blooming womanhood, hung down almost to the floor.
As she watched, Charlene saw her mother's arms began to bow as the strength flowed out of them. Her mother was lowering her upper body down towards the floor. Her breasts touched the plush carpet, then flowed softly outward, spreading against the floor-covering. The nipples, so stiff and throbbing with excitement, were surely being rubbed back and forth as Liz was jerked by the impact of Derek's strokes behind her.
He shortened up on his strokes, hips vibrating back and forth. Just the top third of his prick remained inside Liz's twat, pistoning back and forth, in and out till the sucking, slurping sounds of her wet cunt trying to grip and hold his dick was nearly as loud as the gasps, moans and groans of the fucking couple. He shifted his angle, obviously reveling in what he was doing, in the effect it was having on the woman slumping before him – and then suddenly slammed the full length of his cock to its deepest within her.
Liz's reaction was a sudden shudder, a tensing of all the muscles in her curvaceous body and a loud wail of pleasure as she finally popped off, tossing her cookies with abandon. Her hips battered back at his, her cunt gyrating about the tightly locked rod of his prick within her.
But even as she came, Derek was straining to turn his head. For as Liz had cried out in pleasure so had Charlene, both in shock and empathy.
Derek's half-closed eyes widened as he caught sight of the nubile, obviously aroused daughter of the woman he was fucking so soundly and thoroughly. There stood Charlene, one hand darting back and forth, rubbing her tits alternately so as to favor neither at the expense of the other. Her breasts seemed to glow with her sex flush, firm mounds of abundant young flesh standing out in beckoning invitation, yearning for a man's lips and tongue and hands to caress them in just the way her own hand caressed them. There she stood, legs parted and one hand thrust between their topmost apex, fingers ceaselessly moving in the red-haired juncture, among the fiery, downy fur surrounding her obviously heated slit. The lips of her slot were puffy from the blood swelling within them and the constant friction of her own hand upon them, the inner surfaces clearly visible and clearly gleaming with the dew of her fledgling opening. There stood Charlene, breathtakingly beautiful, in the full flower of her youthful womanhood and in the full rages of her own awakened lusts.
And the sight of Charlene standing there did manage to make Derek miss a beat. In fact, he stopped cold.
Liz, however, did not – at least, not inwardly. For while Derek remained motionless behind her, his dick trapped within the sheath of her cunt, her vagina was fluttering and contracting up and down over the length of blood-engorged male meat.
"Ohhhhhh – that feels so good and big in me," Liz moaned sincerely. What felt so good and big in her was Derek's cock and what made those attributes worth noting aloud was the fact that his dick had swollen longer and harder in her twat. What Liz didn't know was the reason for it: the sight of her all-but-naked young daughter standing a few feet away from Derek, in plain sight, working one finger steadily in and out of her fiery-furred young cunt.
Charlene could restrain herself no longer; she had to partake of the carnal festivities in progress. The flames burning between her slender hips were rising steadily higher, the impulsive need to get off growing still more powerful inside her tight cunt. She stepped forward again and stood beside the dog-coupled pair. Derek's face was on a level with her waist. He bent forward, tilting his head to one side and pressed his lips adoringly to the taunt, flat flesh of her abdomen.
"Fuck me, dammit!" Liz hissed, impatient at Derek's interruption. "Why don't you -"
Charlene knew why the words had frozen in her mother's throat: Liz had seen her. But she didn't care; she was occupied with what she was doing, herself, at that moment.
Charlene let herself sink slowly to her knees. Derek's lips moved upwards over her till they were nestling between the firm thrusting mounds of her tender breasts. His mouth moved eagerly between them, his head turning from side to side and his tongue stroking and laving the sensitive inner surfaces of her abundant cleavage. It felt good to her, stroked the already seething flames of her need still higher. She had one hand between her legs, working at the receptive surfaces of her pussy flesh, one finger probing between to finger-fuck herself. Charlene put out one hand to steady herself, resting it on the nearest available object: her mother's sweat-slicked back.
The touch sent a shock of sensation through Liz. For some reason, having her daughter near her, actually touching her that moment intensified her pleasure. She began to shudder again as another orgasm exploded between her hips. Her head dropped low between her hunched shoulders, her forehead resting against the carpet and her face covered by the curtain of her thick hair.
Charlene sighed deep in her throat as Derek fastened his lips around one nipple and sucked on it, his knowing tongue flickering around and around the taut nubbin. He brought one hand up to cup the creamy hillock, fingers squeezing the resilient flesh. Charlene gurgled again and thrust the invading finger more urgently into her pussy.
As Derek shifted his mouth to the rich offering of her other breast, Liz was screwing her ass around and around the pinning rod of Derek's prick, lost in a world of her own pleasures, getting after her third orgasm. Charlene could feel the pre-explosion tension in her mother's lower back beneath her hand and it excited her.
Suddenly, Charlene pulled away from Derek's lips. She wanted to be more intimately a part of what was happening, wanted to share the excitement and explosions of her mother and her mother's lover. Just as she let herself slide prone on the floor behind Derek, her mother came again.
"I'm – I'm COMING!" Liz wailed, her twat milking at Derek's dick again as her hips bucked back against his muscle-ridged abdomen. Derek had no choice but to grab her hips strongly with both hands and hang on for dear life.
But then he felt Charlene slithering back between his legs…
Charlene was like a woman in a daze as she worked her way backwards underneath Derek. She could feel the flexing of his powerful leg muscles as he shifted his weight and struggled to maintain his balance against Liz's shattering orgasm. She looked up and found herself staring right at the underside of his balls, only inches from her face – and by straining her head farther upwards, she was actually able to stare right into the point of joining of the two sets of genitals.
She wrapped her arms about Derek's thighs, pulled herself farther forward – and her mouth came into alignment beneath Derek's balls. Charlene twisted her head to one side, began licking her way up the insides of his hairy legs till she felt his hairy scrotum against the side of her face. She pressed her lips to the upper, inner flesh of his thighs – and then turned her head back to lick the center line of his ball sac.
Derek jerked, gasped as she continued licking his scrotum. His cock swelled within Liz's cunt and Liz immediately answered by jerking her hips back towards him.
Charlene continued her mouth action on the male genitals above her, now opening her mouth wide as she had with Tim and sucking each of Derek's big, semen-swollen balls into her mouth in turn. She laved the egg-sized object, sucked on it and felt Derek's thighs shake with tension.
Suddenly, Derek began popping his prick back and forth inside Liz's twat, stroking her with a power and speed that was restrained only by Charlene's oral grip on his balls. Charlene raised her head still higher to maintain that grip – and then felt her mother's pubic mound rubbing against the top of her head, chestnut pubic patch against titian tresses, as Liz replied in kind to Derek's strokes. She knew Derek was going to fire his load soon and she wanted her mother to come at the same time. Charlene released his testicle from her lips, moved her head upwards with tongue extended, searching for…
… and finding the stiffened bud of her mother's clitoris with the tip of her mouth muscle.
Liz drew in a long, shuddering breath – and then released it as a drawn out wail of pleasure. Her hips spasmed again, the walls of her cunt tightening and bearing down on the hard male meat inside her with demoniacal force. She screamed as the pleasures overtook her.
Derek's hips suddenly began vibrating back and forth, his prick pumping furiously in and out of Liz's cunt. Charlene began moving her tongue from her mother's clitoris to the underside of Derek's big prick, back and forth, alternating one with the other until Derek's balls tightened, leaped within his scrotum, then held up tightly between his legs. He buried his cock completely inside Liz's gash and fired his copious load into the depths of her pussy and womb.
For herself, Liz's orgasm continued, building on itself as she felt the hot, creamy juice burning home inside her. Her belly contracted with the sensations.
All of a sudden, thick, slick semen was frothing out around the lips of Liz's cunt, drooling down about the pussy-plugging peg of Derek's spitting prick. Greedily, Charlene licked and laved all she could get of the savory semen as the two adults above her got their rocks off with an intensity neither had known for many years.
But finally Derek's spasms slowed. Liz, feeling the meat within her losing its stiffness, going limp, bore down on his dick with renewed strength. But there was no saving it, for already Derek's dick was slipping slowly out of her gash grip – and right into Charlene's waiting lips.
The fiery young girl took the head of his cock into her mouth, fastening her lips tightly about it. She sucked hard; tongue working at the velvety knob. Derek groaned and shook as his tenderized meat was eagerly eaten, while before him Liz was collapsing forward onto her belly with her luscious breasts crushed beneath her.
Derek could stay on his knees no longer, all the strength drained from him as thoroughly as had been his juice. He settled back, his bare ass cheeks crushing Charlene's tits as the daughter of the woman he'd just fucked sucked the last, lingering dregs of fuck juice from his dong.
He looked down at the red-haired girl beneath him and imagined what it would be like to make this a regular, habitual thing, this fucking of mother and daughter together. The thought excited him – but not enough to get his well-spent cock hard again.
Charlene savaged the drooping dong with one last suck, then released it – and immediately began pushing Derek off her. She couldn't get her breath. He followed her urging, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her and gasping for breath. But then his breathing changed, became more shallow as he watched Charlene resume her autoerotic finger-fucking…
Within moments, Charlene was arching, writhing up from the carpet as she strained her for her own release.
"Suck her," said a voice from behind, her mother's voice. "Go on and suck her, Derek." There was an undercurrent of excitement in her mother's voice, one that Derek could hear as clearly as Charlene herself.
"Why don't you suck her off?" Derek suggested. "Cripes, I'd like to see that: mother and daughter sucking one another off. She could drink my juice right out of your cunt, Liz…"
Liz's eyes momentarily flared with arousal at the idea of having her daughter drink Derek's thick fuck cream from her pussy – but then she rejected the thought. That would be too – too – "Awwwwww, eat meeeee," Charlene moaned. "Someone, anyone, please eat meeeee…"
Hearing her, watching her, Derek couldn't resist. He lowered himself flat on his stomach between Charlene's long, limber, widespread legs and began licking and sucking his way through her matted pubic down, savoring her rich honey sauce on his tongue as he plunged the oral extension far up into the delightful young woman's constricting twat.
Charlene ground her pussy down against his mouth, feeling the rising detonation within her. All the long-frustrated needs in her newly awakened young body were gathering between her hips.
She came – suddenly, explosively, powerfully, screaming and wriggling with pleasure, and then sank back to the carpeting gasping for air. Her slender young hips undulating with the aftershocks of her pleasure.
But even as she lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm, Charlene's mind was alive with another image: that of herself and her mother, locked together, each with her mouth glued to the other's cunt, each lapping and sucking and kissing the other's pussy, both coming together in relative bliss…
As far as she'd gone, Charlene knew there was much farther to go -and she planned to go there.