Chapter 3
When Maria was born, it was both the happiest and most miserable day of Nora's life. That two so different and conflicting emotions could attack her at the same time was astounding, but nonetheless, that was exactly how she felt.
She felt much the same the first time her daughter climbed in bed with her for more than the familiar and soothing warmth of a mother's embrace. For Nora, that evening had been the most sensual and horrifying experience she had ever had.
As a child, Maria was sweet and good-natured. She was a darling baby, and did not bother her mother with continual crying or demanding of attention. Her eyes were bright and searching from the time she was born, and right from the beginning, Nora had known the little girl would be special.
The little girl, while extremely well-behaved, was also into everything out of sheer curiosity. Her father often told Nora: "That kid will either grow up to be a scientist or a shrink, she's so damned interested in everything!"
Nora believed his joke, though, and felt that surrendering her own life for the welfare of the child was little enough to do, given the special nature of the little girl. Even while she and Jake were having their problems, she never allowed her own pain and fear to affect the child.
Thinking about Jake always brought a stabbing pain to her heart. She still loved him, she knew that for a fact, and even after all these years, she knew, if he stepped through the door, she would not be able to dismiss him, lightly.
She was torn between hate for him, and a pounding, aching yearning that even the passage of time had not been able to dismiss. He had given up college to support her and the baby, and it had made him bitter, for which she bore a great guilt.
She could not truly blame him for leaving her, especially after he sent them money on such a regular and responsible basis. He had wanted to succeed so badly in life, and she felt she had held him back.
In a way, she felt she deserved being left alone, being always empty in her heart when it came to love and a sense of being fulfilled. She had paid dearly for allowing herself to run wild after Don's rape. She was still paying for it, now.
Work at her beauty shop was no picnic. Even with the help of the two women that she employed, she had to put in long hours to make the business pay. There wasn't enough of it to support a larger staff, and she could never handle the load by herself, so she was caught in a bind.
She had to hire others, yet could not hire enough to ease her burden. She accepted this, and hardly ever felt guilty about enjoying herself on the weekends. She knew it wasn't the best picture to show her daughter, when she dragged a man home for a night's pleasure, but she felt she had to have some release.
Then too, she did show a good example of hard work and clean living to her girl, she felt. The men might be crude and rough, but they never dared mistreat her, and she always demanded they respect her little girl.
They did, too, for losing the affections and friendship of Nora Wesley was like being cast out as a leper in her little circle of friends. They had a tight group, with her almost sometimes the leader, and no one dared cross Nora if they knew what was good for them.
So, as she closed up the shop for the evening, Nora Wesley felt tired, and worried about her little girl, but knew, deep in her heart, that she was doing the best that she possibly could, to make a better life for her.
She thought about the girl as she walked toward her home. It was nearly a mile from the shop to their house, and in the middle of winter, the cold could chill her to the bone. Yet, she always walked except on very rare occasions, for it helped her to think about her problems, and saved on gas for their car.
This whole thing with Maria was truly getting out of hand, she thought. It was her deep, dark secret that she was terrified of anyone else learning. It nearly always sickened her to think about it, and she tried to avoid doing so as often as possible. But some things you just couldn't ignore forever, she realized, and she was determined to deal with the problem once and for all. The incident of two nights ago revealed to her the need to confront this dreadful turn of events.
I am sleeping with my own daughter, she thought, grimly. Having sex with her. It is the most horrible, disgusting thing I have ever done, yet somehow, I cannot seem to resist her when she draws close and begins to caress me.
Nora shivered with more than the cold as she walked. She realized that it wasn't merely her, now, that was leading the girl on. In the beginning, it had seemed that way, and she had suffered great shame because of it, but now, now she realized that Maria was doing the seducing, too.
The night had been all the girl's idea, every bit of it. She had come into the bedroom knowingly, actively using her lithe, young body to twist her mother around her finger. She had conned Nora right into getting her own way about staying out.
That her fifteen-year-old girl could be such a little temptress horrified Nora, especially since the little girl seemed to know just how to go about it. She always played the child, the small girl coming to her Mommy. That scared Nora more than anything, for she did not want to think that either she wanted to have sex with a little child, anymore than she wanted to consider that her daughter was learning how to use sex as a tool for getting what she wanted.
She was well aware of the fact that all women play games with sex, flirt with men and charm them with the tempting offer of themselves from time to time. She herself was not above such teasing actions, but she never did it on such a broad and serious plain as her daughter seemed to be doing.
Maria's actions frightened her. The girl was developing a wicked tongue, a teasing and toying tongue. Her mind was becoming too obsessed with control, as far as Nora could see, and an end had to be put to it.
She sighed heavily. In the beginning, when all this first started, it had seemed like such an innocent thing, even in the midst of its horrible meaning. In the beginning, the whole thing had seemed to evolve from nothing more than love and simple loneliness on both their parts They had had a fire at the beauty shop, and thus, Maria's birthday was not the usual happy event that Nora always tried to make it. Money was more than tight, it was nearly nonexistent, even with Jake's reliable check.
Normally, Nora would have thrown a big party for the girl, had her invite all her friends and lavish the child with gifts. This year, however, she had been unable to do that, and she knew that the girl was hurt.
"I'm going to be going to school in the same old clothes," Maria wailed the night before. "I'll be the laughing stock of school."
"Darling, honey, you know how things are," her mother tired to remind her. "I just can't afford anything right now, all the money is tied up in getting the shop back on its feet."
"The hell with that shop," her girl had snarled. "Borrow the money, why don't you? Do something, damn it."
She had been shocked by the girl's violent outburst and nearly slapped her for it. It had been the closest time she had come to hitting Maria in all the girl's life and the child had seen the trembling hand raised behind her mother's head.
"You're going to hit me, now?" she laughed, bitterly. "First you make sure that I dress like a beggar, arid now you're going to beat me in the bargain?"
Nora had almost crumpled into tears in that moment, not only because she realized what she was about to do, but also, because she realized that her daughter hated her for the anger she was showing.
She had turned away, defeated, her shoulders slumped while the girl went off to her bedroom to sulk. For Nora, the rest of the night was pure hell. She drank too much and sat, staring at the TV, her mind raging as she tried to cool and deaden the flames of her sorrow and shame with liquor.
For her, Maria was the source of all her meaning. The girl was her life, and to have that life despising her was unbearable. She ached to hold the child in her arms and rock her gently as she had when she was a little girl. She now yearned for the time when Maria's voice was soft and nearly squeaky, almost always declaring her love for her mommy.
In those days, she had felt nothing could stand in their way, that Maria was certain to reach a degree of greatness that she never had accomplished. In those days, she had real and true hope. A hope that seemed to be fading fast.
Now, with each passing day, her daughter seemed to get further and further away from her. She realized that the teenage years were hard, that mothers and daughters often grew estranged in those times, but her case seemed to be much more deep and ominous to her. Far more than the normal situation.
She wished she could communicate with her child, but she seemed to be speaking Maria's language less and less, lately. She seemed to be talking through a filter to the girl, a thick, heavy gauze through which things got twisted and changed on the other side of their original meaning.
It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when she finally put down her glass of whiskey and turned off the television set. She was drunk, but not dopey or stumbling. Through the fog in her brain, she was lucid and alert, and she knew then and there, that she and her child had to have a good, long talk.
She walked quietly to the girl's bedroom. The very importance of her intentions somehow made her move with great self-control and carefully measured steps. She almost faltered at the girl's door, having to gather all her courage before she could bring herself to knock.
To her surprise, the answer from within was neither dulled with sleep, nor even surly. "Come in, Mommy, I'm awake," the girl said, almost brightly.
Nora found her sitting up in bed, leafing through a magazine. The girl's face was rosy and pink, her hair done in long, tight braids. She was wearing the animal figure pajamas she used to love so much, instead of the baby doll outfit she favored more, these days.
Nora stepped over to her bed, purposefully, and sat down beside the girl, her hands folded in her lap. She did not know where to begin, and could only stare at the little girl, intently.
In that moment, she looked much younger than fifteen, more like eleven or twelve, and the picture she made in bed, her knees drawn tight to her chest, her long, supple arms wrapped around them, made Nora's heart skip a beat, and strangely enough set a tinging sensation rippling through her loins.
"I couldn't sleep either, Mommy," the girl whispered in a high-pitched, child-like tone of voice. "I was just so upset about yelling at you, I'm sorry, Mommy."
She fell forward against her mother, wrapping her arms around Nora's neck and sobbing against her shoulder. The woman shuddered at the contact and patted her girl gently on the back.
"That's all right, darling," she whispered softly. Her lips were roaming back and forth across the top of Maria's head, kissing her tenderly. "I understand, dear, truly I understand how you feel."
"Ohh, I hate it when we fight, Mommy," the fifteen-year-old sobbed. "I just hate all the yelling and arguing we do!"
Nora hugged her child tightly to her breasts, holding her fast and rocking her back and forth, lovingly. Perhaps it was the fog in her mind, the warmth of the liquor in her belly, or a combination of many things, but she soon began to feel a rippling warmth racing through her loins that was not unfamiliar to her, despite the source of her growing desire.
"Please kiss me, Mommy," the girl whispered urgently. "Kiss me and show me that you're not mad at me anymore!"
Nora chuckled, her voice raw with a sudden and demanding need that seemed to be consuming her. She smiled broadly and turned her head to the girl's, brushing her lips against the child's, tenderly.
The contact of the soft, warm petals made Nora's blood boil with a seething intensity that shocked her. She moaned quietly and when Maria did not take her head away, she found that she could not resist kissing the child a little more. It reminded her a little of the games that she used to play as a little girl, when she practiced kissing with other girls, to be ready for boys. It had been childish and innocent then, just as this appeared to be to her, now.
Their lips moved back and forth in a gentle, searching manner. The softness of Maria's petals was incredible to her mother, for she had never really thought about how sensual another woman's mouth could be.
Maria's lips were teasing and warm, so sweet-tasting and inviting, that Nora felt herself more and more drawn to the kiss, as if it were a magnet pulling her mouth tightly to the other.
She groaned, shivering a bit as she felt her girl's hand riding down the length of her spine, kneading her back through the robe she was wearing. Her body was quivering with a delightful warmth and her tongue trembling wildly behind her teeth.
She shuddered a bit more as she felt the girl's teeth parting and her tiny, pink tongue slithering between them. She felt the eager spear lashing against her own tightly clenched teeth, and the first shock of this being something more than a comforting embrace between them, tore at her mind.
"I ... darling, please," she murmured, pulling her head back a bit.
"Ummm, don't stop, Mommy, I like it," Maria giggled softly. "Ooo, this is fun, Mommy, please don't stop!"
The movement of her lips as the girl whispered urgently sent violent shivers of pleasure rippling throughout Nora's body. She gasped softly, her teeth parting and Maria quickly slithered her probing arrow into her mother's mouth.
Nora sobbed thickly as she felt the tongue lashing at hers, rolling about her mouth in a teasing, hungry manner. The delightful girl curled and danced her tongue around Nora's quivering spear, at last entwining the two prongs together in a deep, greedy kiss of wanton passion.
Nora shut her eyes tightly, feeling the harsh, tearing demand of her body's needs beginning to overwhelm her. She groaned thickly, jerking in a spasm of pleasure as she felt the girl's hand slipping from her neck down along the front of her body.
Nora could not believe it when she felt the girl's hand suddenly cupping over the top of her quivering breast. She moaned thickly and shuddered uncontrollably, the soothing, enticing pleasure of the sensation tearing through her, wildly.
"Ohh, no, darling, don't," she murmured, her voice torn and broken with the aching intensity of her pleasure. "Ummm, my sweet, that's not right, it isn't!"
"Ohh, Mommy, it's so nice, though," the little girl, whispered softly. "Ohh, I love to touch you Mommy, I do, I do!"
Though Nora's mind screamed at her to stop the girl, she could not bring herself to pull the girl's hand from her breast as Maria kneaded her full, heavy globe with her delicate fingers.
She felt the girl pinching one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth in a sweet, teasing manner. Nora shivered violently as the delicious, stinging pleasure ripped through her mound and seared a path through her flesh to her inner depths.
As the eager young girl experimented with massaging and gripping Nora's breasts, her free hand drifted down to her mother's lap and pushed its way inside of her robe. Nora nearly screamed with a tingling excitement as she felt Maria's nails slithering over her bare, warm thighs.
She found her own hands greedily toying with the buttons to Maria's pajama tops. She plucked at them nervously, unable to stop herself from freeing them, and slipping her anxious hands inside the cotton garment.
Maria sighed contentedly as Nora crushed both of her palms against the girl's small, budding spheres. The young girl felt the woman's fingers closing around her tiny mounds and she sighed once more, laughing in a husky moan of pleasure.
"They're so small and tender," her mother moaned. "So sweet and delicate, like two smooth, polished stones!"
The girl laughed again, nodding her head and pressing her lips hungrily, once more, to her mother's mouth. "Do that, Mommy," she murmured greedily. "Ummm, do that more, please, more, I love it so!"
Her hands were trembling, yet alive with greedy demand, as if they would not obey her commands in any case. She felt the tiny, hard nuggets of the girl's tender nipples expanding against her palms, and the manner in which the sweet nubs dug so anxiously into her flesh made Nora gasp with increasing hunger.
She squeezed the precious globes tenderly in her lingers, and the young girl sighed again, wrapping one of her own hands around Nora's inner thigh. The woman sobbed as she felt the fingers massaging her limb, gently riding back and forth across her flesh with increasing delight.
Gently, the young girl kneaded her way upward, gripping and squeezing the warm, quivering limb until she had reached the damp apex of Nora's thighs. The older woman moaned quietly, shuddering as the spasms of excitement drifted through her flesh, and the sensation of Maria's fingers brushing lightly against her mound made her gasp with increasing need.
Just the mere brush of the fingers across her cunt lips made the woman sob with a harsh, pounding ecstasy that burned in the depths of her pit with an unbearable pleasure. She moaned thickly, shuddering involuntarily as she felt the girl turning her fingertips against her flesh, rubbing them teasingly along the length of the hot, damp petals.
"Ohh, dear God, Maria," she moaned. "Yes, ohh, you can't, no, ohhh, yes, yes, please!"
The young girl chuckled softly and cupped her small, fragile hand over her mother's quaking mound. She gripped and squeezed the damp, trembling hillock, lovingly, rubbing the tip of her thumb, almost expertly, against her mother's expanding clit.
Nora sobbed wildly and dropped one of her own hands to her daughter's lap. She had lost all thought of stopping this by now, for the violent fury of wanting that was boiling in her flesh, had shoved all thoughts of that aside.
She tugged on the snap that held the pajama bottoms closed and heard her daughter gasping with delight as it popped free. Greedily, Nora slithered her hand inside the soft, cotton garment and felt the damp, hairless mound of her daughter's cunt, burning beneath her seeking fingers.
"Yes, Mommy, yes, there ohh, yes," the young girl cried, softly. "Oooo, that feels so nice, Mommy, so very, very nice!"
She felt the heat and dampness pouring from her daughter's cave and the shimmering warmth of the girl's desire baked her fingers enticingly. She rubbed the tips of them back and forth along Maria's hairless, vaginal lips and was shocked at the degree to which they were already moist and swollen with wanting.
The girl groaned thickly, and her sweet, sensitive petals quivered erotically against her mother's kneading fingers. She gasped as she felt Nora pinching two of the delightful lips between her thumb and forefinger, rolling them back and forth in a tender, teasing fashion.
Harsh, compelling waves of delight tore through the young girl's inner flesh, making her cunt walls undulate almost painfully in response. The girl groaned and shivered, rocking back and forth on her heels as her mother caressed her aching lips.
Her own hands grew more active as her passion and greedy wanting increased. She slithered her fingers up and down along the length of Nora's pussy lips, spreading them apart and teasing the inner flesh with her trim, sharp nails.
Nora groaned wildly, her body jerking and shuddering violently in response to her daughter's caress. She gasped thickly as she felt Maria slithering two of her fingers inside of her cave, twisting and turning them enticingly along the length of her throbbing, vaginal passage.
"God, ohh, God, Maria," Nora sobbed. "Jesus, that's ... that's so damn nice!"
The young girl laughed, her throat rumbling deeply with satisfaction. Gently she pushed her fingers deeper into her mother's cunt, rolling and turning them against the throbbing flesh of her steaming interior.
"I just want to make my Mommy feel good," she giggled girlishly. "I just want to hear my Mommy voice laughing like it always does!"
Nora could not keep from jerking violently under the delightful, teasing invasion of her daughter's fingers. Her loins throbbed with wanting, her inner walls undulating beyond her control, she nearly screamed as she felt the girl bury the fingers to the hilt in her pulsating channel.
As Maria gently moved her fingers back and forth inside of her mother's pit, the woman's lips began a fevered journey downward along the girl's smooth, elegant throat. Hungrily, she kissed and licked the young girl's flesh, kneading her breasts with her one hand and massaging the teenager's mound with her other.
"You taste so sweet," she murmured breathlessly. "You feel so warm and wet, Maria, so on fire with love for me!"
The girl leaned her head back as she felt her mother's lips reaching the boundaries of her small, quivering globes. "Ohh, yes, Mommy, yes, because I want to," she groaned, softly. "I want to feel good for you, Mommy, ohhh, do I want to so much!"
Her laugh was deep and throaty as she felt her mother's lips encircling one of her tiny, pink nipples and her teeth suddenly catching it between them. Nora's tongue lashed out at the tender nugget and the young girl screamed softly in delight as she felt the eager spear lathering her aching, imprisoned pebble.
The two of them were gently swaying back and forth as they fondled and caressed each other's fevered bodies. Maria felt her mother sucking more of her breast into her mouth, and she increased the rhythm and pace of her attack on Nora's cunt as she felt the stinging delight of Nora's actions tearing through her globe.
The vaginal muscle's of her mother's cunt expanded and contracted happily around the girl's plunging digits. They grew taut and held fast, then relaxed willingly as the young girl pumped her fingers steadily in and out of the hot, slippery channel.
Each stroke Maria took made the throbbing need grow stronger in Nora's pussy, and the shimmering, almost agonizing fire that spread through her cave, made the woman feel dizzy and light-headed with ecstasy.
Again and again the finger plunged into her. Her juicy cunt was throbbing with a delicious agony by this time, a powerful, demanding greed that Nora knew could only be satisfied by complete surrender to her wanting.
Hungrily she sucked and lathered the soft, warm globe she held in her mouth. She stabbed violently at the sweet, pink nub of the girl's nipple, and thrilled to the throbbing beat of excitement she could feel in the girl's flesh.
Gently, she eased Maria back on her bed. She fell down onto the mattress with the girl, kneading and rubbing the child's clit with the tips of her fingers, flicking the sweet, hard button of Maria's love in a stimulating fashion.
The young girl jerked and trembled in response to her mother's pointed caress. Her loins ached with a pounding and rhythmic throbbing, and her lovely, supple thighs opened and closed involuntarily against her mother's probing hand.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice," she sighed, contentedly. "Ummmm, you make me feel so wonderful, Mommy, you really, really do!"
Nora was almost completely consumed with desire by this time. Her loins ached from the friction of her daughter's pumping fingers, and her own breasts were full and pounding from the continual caress of the girl's gripping hand.
She slipped a single digit into Maria's pussy, then, and pressed her thumb hard against the naked, twitching dot of her clit. The girl screamed quietly in pleasure, and thrust her cunt up hard against her mother's anxious caress.
She locked her precious pussy muscles around Nora's exploring digit and held it fast. The woman gasped at the strength of the girl's loins and twirled her finger, lovingly against the wet, warm inner flesh of her cave.
Maria sobbed with pleasure and suddenly began to pull on her mother's hair. "Down here, Mommy, down here," she groaned. "Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, kiss me down here, please!"
Almost in a frenzy, now, Nora began to lick and kiss her way over the girl's firm, flat stomach. She rolled the tip of her tongue around the rim of the tender, precious navel and stabbed at the sweet indentation, teasingly.
The girl giggled and continued to pull on her hair, her small, lithe frame twisting and turning on the bed beneath her. She felt Nora plunging her finger gently in and out of her cave, and each stroke made the teenager's cunt burn more intensely with savage and consuming fever.
Nora could smell the sweet, exotic aroma that rose from her daughter pit tingling in her nostrils, and just the scent of it made her shudder with a great excitement. She inhaled it deeply, thrilling to the power and demand of the thick, heady odor, and quickly worked her mouth to the rim of Maria's throbbing mound.
Savagely, she lashed at the sweet, tasty button of Maria's love. The tender clit tingled with excitement and delight and the girl screamed once more in bliss as her mother lathered her aching nugget.
She began to pull at Nora's body, trying desperately to swing her around to face her eager mouth. Nora sighed with aching greed and allowed her daughter to position her body, until her cunt was just inches from the girl's greedy lips.
"Ohh, please, Maria, please, yes, please," she heard herself pleading. "Ummm, do it, darling, do it to your mother, now!"
She found she did not care what she sounded like in that moment. As she captured Maria's clit between her teeth and began to suck the thick, creamy juice from around the imprisoned nub, she found she could only think of the savage ecstasy they were both experiencing. Nothing else mattered.
No matter how horrible and shameful, how sinful and perverted this might be, nothing mattered to Nora Wesley in that moment but the sheer, aching need she had, and the powerful, compelling satisfaction that only her daughter could give to "her.
She sobbed wildly as she felt the girl slicing her tongue upward along the cleft between her pussy lips. An instant, searing flame of delight roared through her loins, and her inner flesh boiled with a fevered intensity unlike anything she had ever experienced down there before.
She groaned wildly, thrusting her cunt hard against the girl's eager lips and tongue as the spasms of wanting raced along the length of her tortured passage. She felt Maria driving her tongue between her cunt petals, rolling it and turning it against her aching inner walls, and her whole body seemed to be devoured by surging passion.
Greedily, the girl buried her tongue deep in her mother's pussy. Nora jerked and shuddered with uncontrollable wanting, sobbing breathlessly as she felt the teenager lathering the pit of her cave, while her teeth gnawed hungrily at the wet swollen petals that guarded Nora's aching channel.
The woman shuddered and quaked with excitement, rolling and twisting as her daughter ground her mouth against the throbbing, slippery mound. She rode her own spear downward along the cleft of Maria's pussy, and stabbed hungrily between the sweet-tasting petals, to reach the taut inner flesh she sought.
As she rode her spear deep into Maria's throbbing passage, the young girl sobbed wildly and locked her thighs tightly around her mother's head. She rocked and shuddered under the impact of her pleasure, her cunt walls undulating violently against the probing spear that was lathering them so intently.
Nora curled her fingers around the girl's taut, shivering buttocks and dug her nails deep into the spongy half moons. She pulled Maria's cunt tight to her face and sucked hungrily on the wet, dripping channel, lathering every inch of her child's hot, wet pit.
Quickly, Maria did the same with her mother's buttocks, locking her small, delicate fingers around each soft, spongy bun, holding it fast as she buried her head between the woman's hot, slippery thighs.
Together, they sucked and lathered the steaming pits at their faces, driving their tongues in and out of each other in harsh, rhythmic patterns. Each stroke was timed to give the other the maximum amount of pleasure possible, and it was not very long before both of them were writhing on the bed in almost total ecstasy.
Their tongues were frenzied in their attack, now, for their loins were boiling with need, and both of them felt the heady, consuming approach of a violent and savage orgasm inside of them.
They shuddered and rocked, bucking their cunts hard against their mouths, sobbing as the pleasure that was roaring in their pits, reached a feverish intensity that neither of them could believe.
Harder and faster they drove their eager spears into each other. Their bodies were mashed so tightly together, that they could hardly breathe for the violent, tearing fury of wanting that was boiling in their flesh.
Nora could feel her daughter's cunt walls drawing tight around her plunging arrow. She felt the muscles of Maria's pussy holding fast, almost locking together like a vise as the moment of her surrender arrived.
The young girl twisted and turned beneath her mother's darting spear. Her body was burning with need, searing with an intensity she could not believe. She sobbed wildly and ground her cunt hard against the woman's eager, sucking mouth.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice, and I feel so good," she gasped. "Oooo, something funny is going to happen, Mommy, I can feel it coming, feel it coming, now!"
She squealed in delight as the hot, ripping orgasm suddenly exploded in her cave. A heady rush of pleasure swept through the length of her trim, taut channel, making her cunt walls flutter violently as the orgasm tore through her.
She thrust her cunt against her mother's plunging spear, repeatedly, then, and shivered as the ecstasy raced through the length of her pounding channel. Her head was thrown back in passion and the gasp of delight that ripped past her lips was almost as intensely pleasing to the woman, as the sensations she was experiencing in the throbbing pit of her own aching sleeve.
Now the girl drove her mouth at Nora's cunt with a total abandon. She powered her sweet, pink spear back and forth inside of Nora's pit with a vicious and lashing fury. Hungrily she sucked on the quivering lips to the woman's chamber, rolling them between her teeth as she lathered the steaming flesh within.
Nora could feel her orgasm reaching a moment of explosion deep in her cave and she gasped, breathlessly as the climax surged in her pit. She locked her legs and cunt muscles tightly against the girl's head and tongue, and sobbed with complete surrender as the moment of her release roared through her.
Her climax was powerful and intense, almost unbelievable in its pleasure as the surging waves of liquid release pulsated within her aching chamber. She felt her daughter sucking greedily on her bursting pit, drinking from the flowing channel with absolute hunger and delight.
"Ohh, my love, my darling, my girl," she gasped, twisting and turning in the aching throes of her ecstasy. "Yes, I'm coming, coming, Maria, yes, yes, yes!"
Together they thrashed about the bed in complete submission to their lust and frenzied satisfaction. Their bodies arched and trembled, shivering with more vivid delight and bursting need than they had ever imagined they would feel.
They drank deeply from each other's flowing channel, licking the creamy fluid of their love and swallowing it, greedily. The enticing shudders of pleasure tore through them again and again, until they were left weak and drained, completely exhausted by the spasms of ecstasy they had endured.
The very next day, Nora went out and borrowed as much as she could, to give her daughter the best birthday she had had so far.