Chapter 12
As Betty continued to lie there on her back, totally hypnotized by her beautiful daughter, Carla reached out with her right hand. She let it move smoothly up her mother's trim right thigh, after which she let it focus on her pussy. She toyed with her snatch hairs for a few seconds, then let her fingers go to work against her snatch. Back and forth she maintained a brisk pace, letting her finger project itself with great excitement inside her lover's pussy. The faster and more spiritedly that she attacked her mound, the better that she enjoyed it. She worked her fingers at a swift, decisive, energetic clip as she pushed her lovely mother that much closer to orgasm.
"You'd better start sucking my cunt, otherwise I'm gonna juice," Betty sighed.
"Just hang in there, baby. I'm gonna get to that. I'm gonna eat out your box."
"Let's keep things going. What action. I like the finger stroking."
She kept on sliding her fingers back and forth inside of her pussy. When Carla withdrew her fingers from her mother's mound, she dropped her head down between her legs.
"Here we go," Carla said. "I'm gonna sink my tongue inside your snatch."
"Go to work. Move your tongue fast. I really want you to slide it inside my mound. I want to feel those beautiful sensations when you plunge your tongue into me. Please do it. Really let yourself go."
As she got ready to proceed with the sucking, Carla reached out and grabbed her lover's thighs. She held on tightly to them, as Carla began to work her tongue inside of her lover's box. She worked briskly, ever so enthused at the prospect of swallowing her mother's pussy juice. Back and forth her tongue skillfully glided as it continued to connect with her hot snatch. Eagerly she pursued Betty, putting every bit of sensation she could into each and every suck as she drove her that much nearer to climax.
"Go ahead, do it," Betty said. "Really let your tongue go. Connect with my mound, baby doll. What sucking action."
Her body quivered as Carla kept up her swift tongue strides, her tongue propelling forward at a rapid-fire clip as she moved her ever nearer the point of orgasm. A few swift strokes later Betty recognized that she could hold back no longer. Carla kept up her hot, sweeping strides, asserting her tongue vigorously as it propelled itself ever so deeply inside Betty's mound. A few strokes later Betty knew she would be there. Betty wanted to see to it that Carla gave her every bit of satisfaction that she could before she did juice.
Carla kept on asserting her tongue rapidly, driving it back and forth as it worked its way as deeply as it could inside her box. A few swift strokes later, the juices were ready to spray from Betty's pussy. Her swift, rotating tongue kept on working, driving with frenzied enthusiasm inside her hot box.
A few strokes later, as Betty's body kept on shaking, the juices started to shoot from her. Her hips bounced methodically back and forth and she heaved a loud prolonged sigh. They kept on spilling out of her pussy and into her lover's hot mouth.
"Go get it," Betty sighed. "You're really going after me, darling. Come on and catch every drop. This is so good. I really love this stroke technique. Your tongue is doing such a great job. Keep it moving inside my mound. Honey, what a tongue you've got. It's so beautiful. It's so nice. You're really bringing it out of me. Damned, what an orgasm."
A few seconds later, Carla had silenced the earthquake inside of Betty.
Once that she removed her tongue from Betty's pussy, Betty was overcome with a compelling desire to have further action with her daughter. She wanted to provide Carla with the same kind of enthusiasm she had directed her way. So Betty reached out and ran her fingers through Carla's hair. As she held on, she slipped her tongue forward, letting it penetrate hard and fast inside her mouth. Back and forth their tongues spiritedly connected. They thrust them with great eagerness for a few more strokes', after which Betty removed her tongue from Carla's mouth.
"I'm gonna give you a tongue bath you're never gonna forget," she told Carla. Carla stretched out on her back. She could see from the look of determination on her mother's face just how eager Betty was to sink her tongue into her.
Betty reached out and grabbed her hips, holding on hard and fast. While she clutched Carla's hips, Betty moved her tongue forward toward her left breast. Her tongue moved with brisk precision against her red-hot tit. She let it slide back and forth a few strokes, after which she removed her tongue and let it go to work against the other breast. She kept on asserting herself with every bit of energy she could muster. Ever so eagerly her tongue kept on thrusting and spinning against her lover's hot tit.
When she finally removed it, she decided she would let it drop down to Carla's ass-hole. She wanted to give her a good rim job.
She let her tongue loose inside of Carla's ass-hole. Carla responded dramatically, heaving loud sighs, shouting all kinds of encouragement to her mother as she kept on supplying her with diligent movements, allowing her tongue to penetrate inside her snatch.
"Come on and keep your tongue working," Carla said. "Baby doll. Mom, can you suck. Drive your tongue inside my hot ass. You're getting me so turned on. This really does it."
While Betty kept up her stimulating tongue action, vigorously pursuing her daughter's ass-hole, she reached out with her right hand and let it maneuver against her pussy. She tickled her lover's snatch with her finger stabs, and while her fingers kept on driving with determination inside her lover's mound, she slid her tongue as fast as she knew how against her ass-hole. Betty worked her tongue with every bit of desire in her. She was determined to get Carla every bit as hot as she had been herself before she juiced.
A few swift, well-timed tongue strokes later, Betty felt it was time to withdraw her tongue from Carla's anus. She also removed her fingers from Carla's snatch.
"Here we go," Betty said. "I'm gonna eat you right up to your navel, sweetheart. I'm gonna really drive my tongue inside your box. I'm gonna make you my woman. I'm gonna excite you no end. I'll suck out your mound until every drop of pussy juice has bolted from it."
"Right on," Carla laughed, her eyes twinkling as her hips danced back and forth with merriment.
Betty reached out and grabbed Carla's thighs. She held on ever so snugly, and as she did she penetrated her tongue forward. She pushed it forward inside her hot box, delivering it with swift, decisive strokes. Ever so eagerly Betty asserted herself, sliding her tongue ever so swiftly inside Carla's snatch. With every increased movement on the part of Carla, Betty made certain that she sucked that much faster. And Carla moved rapidly. Her whole body was in a state of wild agitation as her legs and ass cheeks darted back and forth under the stimulating tongue efforts that her lover employed.
"Just keep your tongue moving," Carla said. "Come on, baby. Keep working me. Damned, I feel it all the way down to my toes. I can feel this wild excitement. You're really doing it. You're really working your tongue. You've got such a beautiful tongue. I like the way it's working. Come on, keep sucking. Suck my hot mound. Baby doll, come on, let's do it."
While her hips kept on spinning and grinding, Betty put everything she had into her movements. She pushed her tongue deep inside her box, sliding it back and forth as she moved Carla that much closer to the ultimate moment of orgasm. She kept on running her burning tongue inside her hot box, pushing her that much nearer to the point of climax.
"Keep your tongue moving," Carla continued to encourage. "This is so good. I really like the way you're doing it. Nice and fast. You've got to keep it brisk. This is so great. Damned, what beautiful action."
While Betty's tongue kept on driving, sustaining the brisk pace as she worked it inside of her lover's snatch, she reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks. She squeezed her hot buttocks, and while she held onto them, Carla kept up her excited wiggling. Betty kept pushing and plunging her tongue as it worked deep inside her lover's box. A few strokes later, Betty knew, it would be all over. The juices would shoot from Carla's pussy and into Betty's mouth.
Betty was determined to make it the best possible suck she could, so the friction continued to accelerate. Her tongue kept up its swift, blinding pace as it worked back and forth inside of her snatch. A few strokes later, Carla knew she couldn't hold on any longer.
"Grab my thighs," Carla said, "and hold onto them, baby. You ain't seen nothing yet. I'm gonna juice."
As Carla's quivering body kept on propelling itself back and forth, Betty grabbed her thighs, holding on tightly. While she clutched with fervent desire, her tongue kept wiggling inside her pussy. A few strokes later, the juices began to shoot from Carla's mound. They splashed inside Betty's mouth, and as they did Carla kept raising her body, flipping it upward as her lover swallowed the juices.
"This is a perfect ending," Carla told her. "This is what I call lovemaking."
"I feel like a nut, going down on my own daughter," Betty shook her head.
"Don't feel that way, mom. We're just giving each other pleasure."