Chapter 5
Nora was determined that her involvement with her daughter would end. That night had frightened her, as nothing else ever had. She could see the glimmer of amusement in the girl's eyes each time they glanced at each other. Obviously, Maria felt smug and secure in her sense of control.
Subtly, she began to tell Nora more and more, what she would do, rather than the other way around. The woman found she was losing her hold on the girl, growing more and more unable to demand respect from the teenager.
It was not that Maria defied her openly. That, clearly, wasn't the girl's style. She preferred to use the round-about method of dealing with things. She could be coy, charming or fragile. All the while, teasing and taunting her mother just beneath the surface of her smooth, liquid voice.
"But, Mommy," she would murmur in her soft, sweet whine. "I have to go to this party, all the kids will be there, I just couldn't miss it, please!"
Or it would be this movie, or that dance, or any number of a dozen other things she might want. More and more, she observed her daughter learning and using all the tricks in the trade to get her way.
For Nora, the prospect of what her little girl was turning into not only sickened her, but filled her with an enormous sense of guilt. She could not escape the thought that it was all her fault for spoiling her as a little girl. More so, for allowing what had happened between them, to happen not once, but twice.
While she did not consider herself a religious person, she did feel a great sense of sin about what she had done. More than even the feeling of perversion she had about the act, the great sense of evil and sin pervaded her heart and mind.
She had tried to pray, but found she could not. God would not hear her, she was certain. He would either turn a deaf ear to her pleas for forgiveness, or just be firm in His resolve to force her to work it out for herself.
Either way, it was her problem, and she would have to deal with it. One way or the other, she was intent on not ever having it happen between them again. She was determined that the last time, would be the last time.
She noticed that her daughter had the habit of brushing against her often, now, something she had not done since she was a little girl Maria's manner of touching her to make a point these days was not a mere gentle flick of the hand, but a calculated caress that often sent shivers racing up and down the length of Nora's spine.
She feared for her daughter's mind, for she realized that if the little girl thought she could get her way, in this fashion, it could truly damage her in the future. How to turn her around, make her see that this was not right was Nora's problem.
Though the woman had been lonely and depressed many times in the past, she was growing more and more so, lately, and for the first time in years, truly considering the idea of marrying again.
She had found no one in all that time, that she could feel love for, the kind of passionate, joyful love she had for Jake. She had been firm in her conviction that marriage for the sake of having a man around would be disastrous, but more and more, she had to face the fact that her daughter needed the influence of a man.
She had to learn that not everyone, especially not every male, could not be wound around her little finger like so much twine. Maria had to learn that people were not objects to be moved at her slightest whim in any direction that she chose.
Nora would have to marry again, have to bring a strong, stern man into her little girl's life, but the prospect did not cheer her. How could she marry someone that she did not love, she wondered. And, unfortunately, that was just the case with all the men she knew.
She liked them, but she was not in love with any of them. They were fun to have around, decent in bed, but she did not yearn for their continual presence, did not ache to have them beside her night after night.
It was not that she did not yearn to be in love, it was just that she wasn't and that made the idea of choosing and marrying someone, all the more empty and painful to her.
But she was resigned to it, determined to sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of her daughter. She could stand a man, could get used to the presence of someone she did not truly love, if only she could save Maria from the horror she was becoming.
As the months passed and the girl's sixteenth birthday approached, they were like two wary enemies sharing the same plot of land. The war between them was always cool and guarded, they had less blow-ups, but the tension built, steadily.
Just as she held herself back from having much physical contact from the girl, so did she have to keep her temper under control. She realized quickly, that if she were not going to touch and caress Maria, the awful urge to strike her increased.
More and more the girl was going out late, coming home in a condition that spoke of partying hard and long. She was amazed that the girl's studies did not falter, and examined her report card closely, when she found the girl still was getting all A's and B's. She was positive the card had been altered, but could find no evidence of the fact.
Her search for a suitable man was proving to be a lesson in frustration. The closer she looked at each available candidate, the less suitable they became in her eyes. Some were too stupid, other's too crude. A man could be one thing, when you took him as an occasional lover, she realized, quite another when you considered him as a mate.
Naturally she did not let on that she was even thinking of marrying anyone. That would have brought the suitors to her in droves, she knew, and that was the last thing that she wanted to have happen.
She wanted to observe and decide without anyone's knowledge. She did not want to be pressured into a selection, any more than she wanted her daughter to know of her plans. She was certain that if the girl knew, she would either fight the decision all the way, or worse, try and maneuver her selection into someone she herself could manipulate.
So, Nora kept her secret decision to herself. She remained the woman that everyone wanted, without letting anyone know, that one of them would be selected. She realized that time was running out, and the fact of that, made it all the more depressing to her.
Naturally, since Maria knew nothing about her decision, the girl could not possibly conduct herself in a manner that would please her mother, nor be very subtle in her constant attempts to control the situation.
As time passed, Maria got on her mother's nerves more and more. Feeling pressured into having to do something, and growing to dislike her ungrateful daughter more and more, did not help Nora's mental state very much.
It was hard enough dealing with the girl on any sort of a normal basis, but when she had to suffer the girl's continual attempts to get her way in everything, while she was trying to find a father for her, it became just too much.
When Maria came home with the demand that Nora pay for her enrollment in the local university's acting course, it was the last straw. The cost was five hundred dollars for one semester and Nora just could not afford it.
"Jesus," Maria grumbled. "You make a mint off that shop, what the hell do you do with it, I wonder."
"That's enough, we won't discuss it," her mother snarled angrily. "I'm am trying hard to save the money so that you can go to school after you graduate, I can't be spending it on every little thing you desire, Maria."
"Mother, this is important," the girl snapped. "I need to learn how to act, it will help me in any sort of career I choose, don't you see that?"
"That doesn't make sense," her mother countered. "What you need to learn, is how to deal with people on an honest level, not how to pretend for them."
Maria sighed sourly and shook her head. "God, mother, grow up," she hissed. "People con each other every day, I should learn how to play the game before I get left out in the cold, damn it!"
"Now you listen to me, Maria Wesley," her mother growled. "I have tried to bring you up to be a decent person, I am not going to spend money so that you can learn how to be just the opposite!"
"You're so out of it," the girl laughed, cruelly. "It's no wonder that your life is so pitiful, mother. You never learned to play the game, you'll always be someone that's led around with a ring through her nose."
"That's enough," he mother snapped. "I won't have you insulting me, Maria, I just won't have it."
Her daughter grinned at her coldly. "Why not, mother," she sneered. "You take shit from assholes all the time in that stupid shop of yours, you ought to be used to it by now, I would think."
Her mother was standing beside her then, glaring down into her daughter's cold, defiant eyes. She was trembling violently, the anger and hurt seething in her flesh as if she were being scourged by a lash.
"You are a vicious little bitch, Maria," she whispered coldly. "A cruel and vicious little monster."
The girl snorted in contempt. "What I am, is with it, mother," she growled. "While you are without it, obviously."
She got up from the table then and began to walk toward the hallway. Nora caught her wrist and pulled her back around to face her. Their eyes locked in a cold, angry glare and Maria glanced pointedly at her wrist.
"You're hurting me, mother," she whispered savagely. "I don't like being hurt, and I don't let anyone do it to me."
"You need a good beating," her mother hissed, her voice trembling on the edge of a scream. "You need to have an inch of skin peeled off your vicious little butt."
"Are you going to do that to me, mother?" the girl chuckled coldly. "Are you going to be the one that beats me black and blue?"
Their glaring gaze held fast for a few more moments, both of them trembling violently. In her daughter's eyes, Nora could see the cold, cruel look of contempt, a vicious, mean stare that regarded her as less than human.
She ached to hit the girl. Ached to begin slapping and kicking her and not to stop until the teenager was screaming and begging for mercy. Even the fantasy of doing it was powerful and delicious to the woman, then.
Savagely, Maria pulled her wrist from Nora's hand. "I'm going out, mother," she growled. "I don't know when I will be back, so don't wait up for me."
"You're not going anywhere, young lady," her mother snarled. "You can just trot right up to your room and stay there until I tell you differently."
The girl spun around and gazed intently at her mother, then. "Oh, really?" she whispered softly. "Is that how you really feel, mother?"
"Don't play games with me, Maria," Nora hissed. "I'm not kidding this time, get to your room, you little bitch!"
The girl smiled broadly and took a step toward the woman. "Ohh, come now, mommy," she whispered in a soft, warm voice, her face relaxing into an innocent prettiness, then. "You don't mean that, do you, Mommy?"
As if she were someone threatening her with a weapon, which in a way, Maria was. Nora began to back away from her approaching child. She shook her head slowly, her lips trembling with fear and the uncontrollable desire she always felt building in her loins whenever her girl took that tone of voice with her.
"Please, Mommy, don't be mean with me," the girl cooed lovingly. "I hate it when you're mean with me, Mommy, hate it so much."
"Don't try this, Maria," her mother whispered in a quivering, almost frightened voice. "Don't do this, now, damn it!"
The girl chuckled softly. Her hands were locked in front of her waist and she was swaying on her toes as she walked toward the retreating woman. Her smile was broad and alluring, now, her lips moist from her tongue and glistening enticingly.
"Don't run away from me, Mommy," she murmured sensuously. "I want you to be near me, Mommy, so very near me, now."
Nora's legs struck the back of the couch in the living room and she gasped as she sat down heavily. Her daughter was standing over her then, her eyes smoking and inviting, her tiny breasts straining against the blouse she was wearing.
"Ohh, Mommy, what do you fight me so much?" she sighed, childishly. "You know I love you, Mommy, only you!" Nora groaned as she watched her daughter slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She gulped in almost terror, and tried to tear her eyes away from the dancing fingers as they plucked at the buttons. She found she could not move her head, though, and her eyes were locked on the fingers as they pulled the blouse free from her skirt.
The girl sighed contentedly as she pulled the blouse away from her shoulders and allowed it to slithered quietly down her arms to the floor. The tight, shapeless bra that she was wearing was transparent and Nora could see the dark pinkness of the girl's nipples growing taut and erect behind the filmy fabric of the blouse.
"Please, Maria ... " she stammered softly. "God, please, stop this at once!"
The young girl laughed and tossed her head, throwing the long, tawny mane of her hair about her shoulders. "But, Mommy," she cooed, gently. "I know you want me, I know you need me, and I want you to have me!"
The girl dropped her hands to her skirt then, and toyed with the button that held it shut. She pulled it free, giggling softly, and then ran the zipper down the side of her hip, with a quiet, purring hiss.
Nora gasped, her loins beginning to throb with a compelling warmth as she watched the garment slide down her daughter's hips and fall into a puddle around her feet. Her eyes locked on Maria's smooth, supple thighs, and the dark, quivering mound of her cunt, pulsating behind the bikini underpants she was wearing.
These too, were transparent, and the woman could see the luxurious thatch of hair that had recently grown there, its silken texture clear, even through the panties that hugged her hips so enticingly.
"I know how much Mommy, loves her little girl," Maria cooed affectionately. "I know how much she wants her, too! And Maria loves her Mommy, and wants to make her happy if she can!"
Nora felt a sob catching in her throat as the girl reached behind her back and expertly unfastened her bra. The slender garment slithered down over her arms and dropped to the floor, at last revealing the firm ripeness of her budding globes.
Gasping with hunger and revulsion at her own desire, Nora gazed intently at the soft, spongy mounds as they rose and fell so delightfully with her daughter's labored breathing. A dampness was between the precious spheres, and a single line of sweat ran down her belly from her lovely cleft.
She watched the girl cupping her hands beneath the mounds and lifting them in offering, her thumbs flicking back and forth against the nipples until they were hard and quivering like two rosy pebbles.
"God, ohhh, God, don't," Nora sobbed, shuddering with a harsh, violent tremor of wanting that ripped through her loins. "Please ... Maria ... I ... no, no, please!"
The girl laughed, her voice a mixture of taunting and excitement as she ran her hands down over her smooth, flat stomach and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties. Slowly she dipped her legs and pushed the garment down over her hips and thighs, rising once more as she allowed them to drop to her feet.
Nora shuddered with a mounting excitement as she gazed at the girl's naked, quivering hillock. Already a bit of moisture was seeping from her cave, and the hair that covered her lovely mound was glistening erotically with the creamy lubricant that dripped from her precious chamber.
Lovingly, the girl ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of her vaginal lips. She sighed with pleasure as she caressed herself, and rocked gently back and forth on her heels as she massaged her tender mound.
"Ummm, I wish it were your fingers here, Mommy," she whispered intently. "Ooo, yes, Mommy, it would feel so much nicer if you were doing this, I know!"
Nora's body was shivering violently as the girl began to bend over toward her. In. her nostrils was the slight tingling that came from inhaling the pure, delicious odor of her daughter's passion and she gasped as the scent grew stronger with each passing moment.
"Kiss me, Mommy," Maria whispered urgently. "Ohhh, please kiss me, now, Mommy, I know you want to, please!"
Groaning as if in pain, the woman gasped and shut her eyes as she felt her daughter's lips brushing past her own. She shivered violently, rocking from left to right, half out of pleasure, half in a pitiful attempt to escape the pleasure the girl was offering to her.
The soft, sensual caress of Maria's lips against her own made Nora groan with an aching need. Maria's lips were as sweet and luscious as ever, as warm and teasing as she remembered.
Gently, the girl brushed her wet, tasty petals back and forth against her mother's quivering mouth. She darted her tongue back and forth against Nora's teeth, teasing and prying them apart, playfully.
She shivered as she felt Maria's tongue entering her mouth, lashing hungrily at her own, thick spear. When the two arrows entwined, the woman sobbed with pleasure, while her mind screamed with horror and despair.
Her hands were clenched at her sides, trembling violently against the urge she had to reach up and touch her daughter's warm, damp body. She felt Maria's fingers slithering down over the front of her body, catching hold of the zipper to her sweater and pulling it free.
She gasped thickly as Maria slithered her hands inside of her sweater then, and quickly-pushed the bra that she was wearing, up and away from her quivering breasts. The woman sobbed as the young girl cupped her hands over her full, heavy globes.
She felt Maria's fingers kneading and caressing her breasts, rolling the nipples back and forth between her thumbs and forefingers. Sharp, stinging waves of pleasure tore through Nora's flesh as the girl fondled her heavy mounds. Each pinch of her nipples made Nora gasp with an exquisite suffering, and she felt herself growing dizzy and light-headed from the pleasure she was receiving.
"You ... you must stop," Nora groaned, feeling Maria's kiss becoming more fevered and demanding against her lips. "God ... no ... Maria, we ... we can't!"
The girl laughed, ignoring her mother's pathetic refusal completely. She rode her lips greedily back and forth against the woman's mouth, and kneaded the big, warm breasts she was holding, hungrily with her fingers.
Nora felt the girl settling down on her upper thigh, then, rubbing her damp, warm mound back and forth along her limb, pushing her skirt upward to her hips. She could feel the seething wetness of the girl's flesh against her own and the pulsating heat that pumped from Maria's cave was searing and intense against her limb.
"Don't talk, Mommy, don't refuse me," whispered the anxious girl. "Ummm, it's so good, isn't it, Mommy? So very, very good, I know!"
Nora sobbed as she felt her daughter's one hand slithering suddenly down over her stomach to her crotch. She shivered violently as she felt Maria urgently forcing her hand into the panties she was wearing.
As the tips of the girl's fingers slithered through her cunt hair, the woman nearly screamed with the aching pleasure the caress was giving to her. She bucked spasmodically, moaning as she felt the hand kneading her mound with an anxious intensity.
The fingers rubbed gently at her vaginal lips, pulling and tugging "on them with a nearly cruel insistence. Nora's flesh felt as if it were on fire, and she sobbed as the girl rubbed briskly at the tender nub of her clit.
Sharp, delightful waves of pleasure were racing through her cunt, now. Each stroke of the girl's fingers made the fires of wanting burn hotter in the pit of Nora's cave. She shuddered and jerked about the sofa, her thigh now damp from the love fluid that was pouring from her daughter's cave.
She felt her hands coming to life, unable to keep from reaching out to the girl any longer. She sobbed quietly as she cupped her palm over the teenager's cunt and breast, kneading both moist, trembling spots with a growing passion.
The sweet, pert nipple atop Maria's breast trembled violently as Nora brushed her fingers across it. The girl groaned thickly, swaying from left to right on her mother's leg, grinding her cunt down hard on the taut, tense limb. Her pussy was throbbing with need as Nora's fingers lightly caressed it, and the girl gasped with delight as she felt the woman rubbing the twitching button of her clit.
The two of them were gasping harshly, now, their fevered breathing erratic and labored as their pleasure grew to a throbbing, consuming pitch. Greedily, Nora massaged her daughter's cunt and breasts, pinching and squeezing the nipples and lips of her mound and boobs in a harsh, demanding fashion.
"Ohh, God, Mommy, ummm, that's nice," the girl whispered intently. She thrust her cunt hard against the fingers massaging it, and fell forward against her mother's body, heavily. "Yes, Mommy, make me feel so nice, yes, yes!"
Their mouths attacked each other savagely, lips and tongues lashing and sucking with a mounting frenzy. The girl's fingers gripped and squeezed Nora's breasts, cruelly, pinching the nipples between her digits until the woman was gasping with an enticing and consuming mixture of pain and pleasure.
At her cunt, the young girl had already massaged the lips to her cave to a point of swollen readiness. Her mother sobbed as she pushed two fingers into the hot, damp channel and turned them slowly back and forth inside the hot, wet sleeve.
Nora nearly screamed in ecstasy at the rude invasion. Her inner flesh throbbed with a fierce and boiling greed, and her vaginal muscles expanded and contracted wildly around the plunging spears.
She rocked back and forth on the sofa as Maria pushed her fingers to the depths of her channel, burying the prongs to the hilt in Nora's steaming tunnel. The woman could hardly breathe for the pleasure and excitement she was experiencing, and she greedily attacked her daughter's pit with her own, frenzied digits, now.
As she rubbed her palm briskly back and forth across the girl's tender nipples, she began to probe the moist, warm entrance to Maria's cave. The young girl shuddered uncontrollably on her mother's knee as she felt the searching prongs spreading the lips to her pussy apart.
"Yes, Mommy, ummm, yes," she cooed softly. "In there, please, Mommy, just like me, put them in there, now!"
She thrust her cunt forward along Nora's thigh and the woman responded by pushing two of her digits into the eager passage of Maria's cave. The young girl sobbed with delight as the fingers penetrated her hot, taut channel, and she flexed her muscles, urgently around the invading prongs.
Slowly, Nora twisted and turned her fingers along the length of her daughter's wet, gripping channel. She felt the inner walls expanding and contracting violently against her probing spears, and the warm, thrilling heat that burned in the girl's inner flesh stimulated her actions, nearly as much as the girl's own fingers did.
The greedy lust that was consuming them rapidly, knew no bounds by this time. Passion and the satisfaction of their desire became the most important thing to them. Even as her mind was reeling from the horror of her surrender to desire, Nora felt her body, urging her on with every fevered beat of her heart.
Hungrily, Maria's lips began to slither down along the smooth, warm flesh of her mother's throat. She licked and stabbed at the graceful line of Nora's neck, passionately, while gently pumping her fingers in and out of the woman's tortured passage.
Nora gasped with pleasure as she felt the girl's lips encircling one of her breasts, and her sweet tongue stabbing at her pert, taut nipple, teasingly. The teenager caught the nipple between her teeth, then and sucked it greedily into her mouth.
Nora sobbed as she felt Maria rolling her tender nugget back and forth, sucking and lathering the trapped morsel with her pink, pointed tongue. The shimmering delight that she experienced from the attack was almost too much for the woman to bear, and she groaned uncontrollably, as the wanting grew powerful in her loins.
"God, so good, so damn good," she moaned, wildly. "Ummm, darling, baby, Maria! Yes, my sweet, yes my pet, yes, yes, yes!"
The girl laughed in a throaty triumph and rolled her fingers savagely back and forth along Nora's inner channel. She felt the hot, gripping walls of Nora's cunt, kneading and undulating violently, and the thick, creamy fluid that poured from her mother's pit now coated her fingers with a rich, sticky film.
Nora could do little more at this point but sit there, shivering with the pleasure that was washing over her flesh. She pumped her own, taut digits back and forth inside of Maria, increasing the rhythm and pace of her attack, as her own desire reached a state of complete command.
Her cunt was on fire, now, blazing so fiercely with lust, that she could barely breathe, let alone move to any great degree. She felt as if her entire body was one huge sexual organ, being stimulated incredibly by her eager daughter's hands and mouth.
She felt the girl sucking and licking her breasts, gnawing greedily on her fleshy mounds with her perfect, even teeth. She sobbed as the child lathered her globes passionately, all the while continuing to pump her fingers ruthlessly back and forth along Nora's steaming tunnel of lust.
Faster and faster the fingers drove into her. Her cunt was so alive with passion, boiling with so much intense wanting, that for a moment, she did not realize that Maria had slipped off her knee and was now kissing her way down over her breasts and stomach, eagerly drawing close to her throbbing cave.
Nora shuddered out of control as she felt the girl's mouth suddenly covering her hot, aching mouth. The first lash of the girl's tongue at her clit made the woman scream softly in delight, and thrust her cunt up hard against the girl's eager lips.
"I'm going to eat you, Mommy," Maria giggled fiendishly. "I'm going to lick and suck and eat you so good!"
Nora sobbed as she felt the girl's tongue rolling around the rim of her hillock, lashing ruthlessly at her clit now and again. She jerked and shuddered as the sweet, pink dart stabbed at her throbbing button, sending roaring waves of agonized delight tearing through her fevered tunnel.
The tongue was a living, warm engine of bliss that licked and stabbed at Nora's vaginal lips with an increasing fury. The girl lathered the cleft between her mother's petals, greedily, riding the spear up and down the length of them with a building fury that was driving the woman mad with desire.
Nora could not help herself. She clasped her hands tightly against the girl's head and held it fast to her aching mound. She sobbed as she felt Maria driving her tongue between her pussy lips, suddenly burying it deep in her burning chamber.
For Nora, the pleasure was so intense, that it was nearly unbearable. She sobbed wildly, shuddering as the hot, angry waves tore through her pit, wildly. In the depths of her cave, she felt the fever reaching a burning intensity, and the aching need grow to a point of explosion.
She pushed forward off the sofa, then, unable to control her need any longer. Maria laughed in pleasure as her mother forced her to lay on the floor, and she willingly spread her thighs, to give the frenzied woman access to her own, throbbing pit.
"I want you, want you so badly," Nora groaned, running her tongue hungrily over the tiny, pink button of her daughter's clit. "I must have you, damn you, I must have you, now!"
Maria was naturally eager to allow her mother to clasp her lips to her cunt. She sighed contentedly and guided her mother's legs over her head, allowing her to settle her pussy down over her face.
She drove her tongue up into her mother's cunt once more, and locked her hands over the woman's hard, taut buttocks. Greedily, she dug her fingers into the soft, spongy half moons and pulled the woman's burning mound to her hungrily lips.
Almost immediately, Nora rode her tongue down between the petals that guarded her daughter's cave and slid it into the hot, gripping passage, ruthlessly. As Nora buried the tongue to the hilt in her pit, the girl's damp, quivering thighs locked hard against her head.
"Umm, yes, Mommy, eat me, now," the girl laughed in delight. "Eat your little girl so nicely right now, yes!"
Nora cupped her hands beneath the girl's smooth, ripe buttocks and dug her fingers deep into the warm, damp flesh. She pulled the girl's pussy hard against her mouth, and the two of them, now, were attacking each other's pussy, viciously.
Their tongue rode rhythmically in and out of each other, lashing against the hot, damp inner flesh, wildly. Greedily they sucked on the hot, damp channels, drinking the creamy juice that flowed from each other's burning chambers.
Again and again they buried their tongues to the hilt inside of each other. They twisted and turned on the carpet, locked together in a frenzy of demanding passion, their minds empty but for the thought of total fulfillment.
The thick, dank aroma of their lust filled their nostrils, and the cries of their fierce and angry desire rang loudly in the air around their heads. The sound of tongue and lips sucking and lathering was all about them, and the sensations of complete and savage passion were all that they could feel.
Harder and faster Nora powered her tongue along the length of her daughter's hot, slippery tunnel. She felt the girl's inner walls drawing tighter and tighter against her tongue, the inner muscles closing like a vise against her probing dart.
From the heat and savage thrashing the girl was making, Nora could tell she was near an orgasm, and she bore down on Maria's cunt, sucking and gnawing on her sweet, swollen cunt lips, ruthlessly.
Maria began to buck and shiver violently then, a hot, stinging wave of delight beginning to roar through the length of her burning passage. "Ohh, God, Mommy, it's going to happen," she nearly screamed. "Ummm, it's going to happen, now!"
Her mother ground her face between the girl's thighs and felt the sudden bursting of lust erupting in the young girl's channel, forcing the inner walls to quake and throb with unbelievable power and force.
As the girl shivered and jerked spasmodically under the impact of her climax, she rode her own sweet arrow in and out of Nora's pit with savage passion. She lathered the inner flesh of Nora's pussy, wildly, and sucked as hard as she could on the tender love petals that she had trapped between her teeth.
As her daughter's rolling waves of release washed over Nora's tongue, the woman could feel her own wanting reaching the point of explosion in her cave. She sobbed wildly, thrusting her loins hard against the girl's attacking mouth, gasping as the harsh, tearing climax seared through the length of her tortured passage.
"Ohh, dear God," she sobbed, thrashing savagely, and grinding her mouth down hard over Maria's face. "Yes, coming, coming so good, yes, yes!"
The girl laughed in delight and continued to suck the thick, creamy fluid from her mother's bursting passage. She lathered the inner walls of her mother's pit, wildly, thrilling to the satisfaction of reducing the woman to a writhing creature of absolute surrender. The two of them shivered and quaked on the carpet, lost in the churning sea of their fierce and consuming passion. All that either of them could feel in that moment, was the wild and tearing pleasure of their orgasms ripping through them, continually.
After several long minutes, Nora finally rolled off her daughter's body and lay, gasping on the carpet beside her. Her body jerked and trembled with delight, the aching pleasure lingering deeply in her flesh.
The girl sighed, heavily and sat up, grinning at her mother, coldly. "You need me, mother," she whispered harshly. "You can't live without me, can you?"
"Maria, darling ... I ... " the woman stammered, weakly.
The girl turned her lips into a cold, cruel sneer. "Just think of what some people would say if I told them what you do to me," she whispered savagely. "Just remember that, mother dear, the next time you try and push me around!"
With that, the girl rose to her feet and gathered up her clothing, quickly. She walked to the door leading to the hallway without a backward glance, leaving her mother to crumple into a small ball on the carpet, sobbing uncontrollably.