Chapter 3
"Of course, Mr. Ross. Of course, it will be in the strictest confidence. Everything goes, so to speak, but only in strictest confidence. This is not an answering service. Anyone asking a lot of questions will be given the bum's rush. Ha-ha-ha."
Baxter chuckled in return and leaned back in the swivel-seat desk chair, cradling the telephone between neck and shoulder. Before him on the blotter lay a glossy catalogue bearing neither text nor title. Its sole contents consisted of half-page color photographs showing nude and for the most part burly middle-aged men in a rather wooden pose with their daughters who were equally nude but young and tender-titted, though some had the large knockers which Baxter was so fond of. A few were regular flirty-dirty teenyfuckers who posed with snatches provocatively spread; several had their mouths wrapped around their father's tools and one little hell-raising dick-sucker was shown reaming her dad's asshole simultaneously with an imitation penis. Apart from a small printed serial number, no other particulars accompanied the photographs.
The catalogue had arrived in the mail that morning, exactly four days after his reply to the ad in the Barbarian. Enclosed with it was a brief letter explaining the use of the catalogue (which Baxter could keep without obligation) and the nature of the swap club which he was invited to join at a cost of fifty dollars a year (for administrative charges). In the event of his interest in joining the club, he was asked to call a Mr. Leroy James at a certain telephone number in the city. Again no further particulars were given and when Baxter called the number shortly after his arrival at the office it was Mr. James himself who answered the phone.
If at first Baxter had entertained doubts about the seriousness of the ad, they were immediately dispelled by the tone of Mr. James' voice. It had reassured him at once. The smooth cultured tones with which Mr. James addressed him had come as a surprise. After the exchange of a few words, it became clear that Mr. James was no fly-by-night fuck freak, as Baxter had vaguely suspected, but a man very much at home with the idiom of courteous, businesslike conversation. The subject of their discussion was never mentioned by name and couched only in the broadest acceptable terms.
"As I said before, everything will be handled in the strictest confidence." The voice of Mr. James returned with the same smooth neutrality of tone. "We've been in operation for nearly six months now. And extremely successful, I should add. The only reason for placing an ad in the Barbarian was simply because the majority of members wished to expand the group for greater variety." Baxter murmured his approval and continued to question the stranger. He assumed the lawyer's sharpness of voice, "You understand my position. I'm quite respected in my field and wish to be wholly satisfied that membership in your organization will not in any way either reflect on my name or that of my daughter."
AKone point Mr. James tut-tutted Baxter's reservations. "I should say, Mr. Ross, that most of our members are upper-income and professional men. Naturally they are quite satisfied with the discretion employed. They would have never joined if absolute privacy were not assured. But I'm glad you're asking these questions. That always clears the air, so to speak. As far as I am concerned, there'll be no need for a meeting between us. I make it a rule to keep very much in the background. All meetings of interested parties are arranged by me through the use of the telephone. You select the number of the photograph in the catalogue which appeals to you and if the couple in question is free and agreeable to meet with you, I'll forward the meeting place, date and time to you both. In other words, it's a very simple straightforward procedure. I convey the object of your wish to the couple in question and if all works out well you'll be notified by telephone."
Baxter had one final question before he accepted the membership offer. Fifty dollars was a worthwhile investment if only to satisfy his curiosity. "Where do these meetings usually take place?" he asked. "And is it possible to remain anonymous?"
"I'm glad you asked. I was just coming to that," Mr. James continued unruffled. "The meetings are normally arranged in adjoining motel rooms. Both parties will be registered under different names which I will forward to you. All other particulars are kept carefully anonymous. Of course, nothing prevents you from telling whatever you wish to the parent of the counterpart girl. Quite a few warm friendships have come out of meetings between two or more parties. But, as I said before, we leave this to your own discretion. Once the meeting is arranged you are on your own. Some relationships among members last longer than others. Most members, though, don't stay too long with one couple. After all, variety is the spice of life. I'm sure you'll agree."
Baxter indicated that he would consult that very evening with his daughter concerning their choice of "counterparts," as Mr. James described the fuck mates in the catalogue. He promised Baxter that the next catalogue, due out in three weeks, would include the picture that had been sent along with his inquiry. He further informed Baxter that their first meeting with a "counterpart" couple could be arranged for as early as the coming weekend, provided the membership fee were sent today and that Baxter would tell him by tomorrow evening at the latest of his choice. Baxter promised to write a check immediately and agreed to call him again the next day at eleven a m.
When he hung up, feeling pleased and excited, the public relations agent of a large shoe polish concern was ushered into his office. Hastily he swept the catalogue inside a private desk drawer and greeted the man warmly. Soon they were both huddled over his desk, discussing in detail the defense strategy to be used against a consumer's watchdog bureau which was suing the agent's firm for an alleged use of misleading advertising claims. Baxter didn't get around to calling Melanie until late in the afternoon. After the day's work, he felt himself bursting with excitement. He'd call his daughter and tell her to meet him at eight at a coffeeshop on Shattuck in Berkeley. Ordinarily it took a minor calamity for him to call her at home as he didn't want to give Tania grounds for suspicion. But this was a different kettle of cunt. He had to let Melanie know immediately so they could jointly examine the catalogue in the coffeeshop that evening and decide which couple they'd spend a fuck weekend with.
Baxter's finger trembled as it spun the telephone dial. Melanie would be pleased. He might even do something he hadn't done in all of the two years of his relationship with his daughter. He might take her for a ride and give her a weekday fuck in the car.
Melanie heard her mother shout through the open bathroom door in the hall. She'd just spoken with her dad and agreed to meet him at eight. She'd immediately guessed what his call was about and was glad that her mother had been busy running her bath. "Oh, it was just a friend from school," she lied loud enough for her mother to hear in the bathroom, "I'm supposed to meet her at eight. I forgot to tell you there's a dance tonight with a new rock band. I've already promised to go."
She heard her mother shout an incomprehensible answer in return. Up 'til then the faint sound of water running into the tub had been a steady drone coming from the hall into the living room. Then the tap was suddenly turned off and Melanie listened to the water slosh in the tub as her mom's large, full-assed body settled with a small cry of shock which rang shrilly through the house. "Ooo, Melanie! The water is hot!"
Melanie caught the undertone of pleading urgency in the voice reaching her from the bathroom. Her mom wanted her to share the bath. They'd bathed together the previous day and the day before that-the Sunday evening when it had all happened. It seemed so long ago now and it was with some sharpness that Melanie realized that this was only the third day of her carnal intimacy with her mother.
The scene of the evening when she'd first felt the stirrings of a strange new suck urge was engraved in her memory. She'd been frightened, curious, hesitant and bold all at once, torn between emotions she could not yet understand. One half of her pussy had constantly urged her forward, the other half had held her back-even after mom's tongue had long buried itself inside her silky slit. That first time she'd still been afraid to give herself fully. She'd come, all right, spastic with fuck shudders and her pussy running like a faucet, yet she'd been unable to remove the thought of her daddy's cock from her mind. She knew his irrational aversion to lesbians and it had bothered her. But the second time she came with her mom's face buried in her bush it had been such a nerve-tickling, mind-bending, thrill-happy orgasm that all thoughts of her dad burst like the bubbles of cunt juice springing in her twat. Her fears and apprehensions had melted away. She'd discovered she liked doing it that way with her mom.
It had all happened so quickly that Melanie found it difficult to picture to herself the events leading up to it. Three days ago-the Sunday evening she'd left her dad at the bus station- she'd arrived home to find her mother in a terrible state. Her hair was disheveled and hung down in matted strands from her head. Her eyes were puffed up, bloated with the evidence of a recent crying jag that looked as if it'd gone on all weekend. Tania looked a wreck, staring dazedly into the room while tears tracked down her cheeks. Melanie had rushed up to her, shouting, "What's the matter, Mom? Are you hurt?"
She'd let herself be grasped by her mother, feeling the heavy naked boobs press through the fabric of the short housecoat which was Tania's comfy evening dress. Melanie hadn't known what to do beyond speaking a few whispered words of smypathy. She'd sat down on the couch beside her mom and listened to her sob out the story. It hadn't been easy for Tania. Melanie had watched her mother seek awkwardly for words to describe her breakup with Rosemary. At last she'd heard her cry out desperately, 'I've got to tell someone. You understand, don't you? You're the only one who might. Please, dear, understand. Rosemary and I were like man and wife. Do you understand?"
Melanie had understood. Of course, she knew. And Tania knew she knew. So far her mom had been playing a little game which was to lead to something else. Melanie had not been left in the dark long. At first her mom had quietly cried on her shoulder. Melanie had observed her mother's firm nude legs and the deep cleavage of her tits beneath the short, crotch-length housecoat. After a while Tania had let her head slip down her daughter's chest, though she'd continued to sob fitfully even as she buried her face in Melanie's lap. Again Melanie had been at a loss for words. The sight of her mother lying curled up on the couch while her lap supported the stifled sobbings of her head had overwhelmed her. Gradually, as Tania continued to squirm for comfort, the short housecoat had twisted off her ass to expose the deep crack running between the cheeks.
Melanie had continued to sit there, unable to move or think, concentrating solely on the sight of her mom's big ass and the moist feeling of her sobs spreading through her lap-salty tears, hot and damp, which percolated through the thin fabric of her dress and panties to moisten her pussy. The idea of her mom's giant twat pulsing under her housecoat had fascinated her. She'd tried to lean over Tania's head to peek at the area of the crotch beneath the coat and had been rewarded with a tantalizing view-a few woolly tufts of coal-black pubic hair which stood up like a widow's peak from a small opening between two coat buttons. At the same time, as the coat rode higher over her mom's buttocks, she'd spotted a similar tuft of wool poking out from the underside edge of her slit where the crack of the ass joined the small strip of flesh dividing cunt from amis.
The electric sex tension in the room had not been lost on Melanie. She knew her mother was tempting her, that she'd forgotten all about Rosemary and had her mind set on something else. There was no question, as she felt her mom nuzzle into her snatch, what that "something else" was. But this knowledge hadn't disturbed her. She'd been strangely thrilled by the imminence of a new fuck adventure. If there were any titillation of the pussy then she wanted it. For over two years, her life had centered around sex. Doing it with her father had given an added flavor to the illicit nature of their relationship. Her sudden fixation on her mother's body made this flavor even spicier. It was the sparse tufts of pubic wool curling out from under her mother's buttocks which had mesmerized her, kept her spellbound to the point where she'd begun to feel an overpowering itch to touch them, to kiss them, to run her tongue over the big ass crack, to bury her face in the warm flesh of the big hole from which she'd emerged thirteen ears ago.
But she hadn't done anything of the sort-not until much later that evening after her mother had introduced her with the utmost patience and delicacy to the pleasures of pussy-rubbing, :". it-diddling, tongue-teasing and ass-fingering in a way she'd never experienced before. Pre-riously she'd known her mother's twat from the odd times she'd glimpsed it when she and Rosemary were carrying on in the bedroom late at night. Unfortunately, the key hole had been small and the room always dark so that Melanie had never seen it in its full fleshy glory as she'd done that night.
It had been strange at first to feel a moist spongy slit ride her groin, instead of a stiff-muscled dick. She'd shivered when she'd first felt the big jellied squid of her mom's cunt breathe with a series of palpitating fuck shudders. Then she'd succumbed. She'd been unable to resist. A cock was a cock, but a soaking mop of cunt was something different-something altogether gentler, something altogether subtler than the'brutal stabbings of a big dick, although that was nice too. But the touch of her mom's wet rag of snatch was still sweeter, more tender, especially when the big cunt clit rang like a clapper against her own after they'd landed naked on the floor. They'd locked in a tight embrace of suck lust. Melanie remembered that first moment. All hell had broken loose and they hadn't stopped until early the next morning.
Melanie heard her mother emerge from the bathroom, shouting from the hall as she made her way to the living room, "What time did you say you were going out?"
Melanie had been busy folding her clothes neatly in a small pile. She'd stripped to join Tania in the bath, but Tania had obviously not waited for her. Tania wanted a good cunt-hump before Melanie went out to meet her dad.
Melanie sighed. It was getting so complicated. She'd soon have to divide her time and pussy between her mom and dad. It would be frantic-frantic but exciting. She plopped herself down onto the couch and crossed her legs so that her pubic muff bunched in the fold of her crotch. Tania entered the living room, still drying herself with a rough towel. Melanie said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I promised to meet this friend at eight. I won't be long, though. No more than a couple of hours." Lying came easy, she noticed.
"That's all right, dear. I don't begrudge you your fun," Tania said, approaching the couch with boobs swinging and the towel dancing over her muff. "That's all right. When I was your age I loved to go out myself. It's on the weekends when you're with your dad that I'll miss you. Believe me, it's going to be awful." She sat down beside her daughter, crossing her legs the same way.
Only in the fullness of Tania's nude physique could the endowments of mother and daughter be properly measured. Next to the large swinging knockers of her mom, Melanie's own boobies resembled dainty custard cupcakes, still soft with baby fat. They were seated closely beside each other, four boobs in a row, their legs stretched out from the couch onto the surface of the coffee table in front of them. They never spoke much during these preliminary minutes of fuck tension; instead their silence reinforced the tension until it built up to a ravenous desire.
Suddenly Tania swung out one leg high over her daughter's head. Her crotch opened in the crack of her cunt-a fat pink clam covered with fuzz. Melanie felt the moist slit ride up against the flank of her hip as Tania scissored her leg into the back of her shoulders which she'd leaned slightly forward from the back of the couch. Without struggle she let her upper body be secured in the bay of her mother's thighs which locked her in, front and back. Again she shivered, just as she'd done the first time, when she felt the heavy snatch spread itself flat against the curve of her waist. She felt her own pussy shudder with heavenly fuck trills, "Oh, Mom," she moaned, watching Tania put both arms around her neck to draw her ever closer in the sideways lock of her thighs, "Your thing is still wet from the bath. It's wet and soft. Ooooooh."
With a convulsed groan Melanie twisted on her rump and flung her legs in a similar hold around her mother's waist, embracing her at the same time. As both drew their legs more firmly around each other's hips, they ended up seated face to face. Melanie, drawn tight by her mother's arms, looked down at the way their upper bodies had fused. She began to squirm and Tania did likewise. Thus they rubbed against each other, boob to boob and cunt to cunt, their legs wrapped tight around each other's waist. With each jerk of her chest Tania's big knockers brushed the cupcakes of her daughter's. But most pleasurable of all was the manner in which her large juicy cunt ground against Melanie's little bun. At times, when they forcefully held their groins pressed together or simply slapped belly to belly, Melanie could feel her mother's gash like a squid jamming up against the slimy oyster between her own legs.
"Woweeeeee!" she'd scream again and again. "Woweeeeee!" Melanie hooked her feet tightly above her mother's rump while her hands traveled down to feel the round expanse of buttocks. She shuddered. Tania pulled up a fleshy orb of tit and tried stuffing it in her daughter's mouth. Melanie's eyes glazed over at the wondrous sensation of fuck friction generated by the motion of her mother's twat bumping, rubbing and grinding against hers. "Woweeeeee!" she squealed.
A moment later they were back on the floor. The spot occupied by their naked bodies still bore the faint imprint of their previous cunt-sucking matches in the same place. Tania had landed on top of Melanie. The size of her statuesque body alone could have easily squashed her daughter, but she kept her body raised on hands and knees. Melanie clasped with both hands the roundness of the heavy, purple-tipped boobs hanging over her head. She arched her head forward and licked them eagerly. At the same time she crooked one knee until it touched her mother's cunt.
Tania peeked down the valley of her tits and watched Melanie's lips curl over one hard rubbery nipple. She felt like a great big-titted beast huddled over its prey of sex. Melanie lay curled beneath her, grunting with delight. It made Tania happy to see how rapidly her girl was taking to the novel thrill of pussy-rubbing. On the second day of their intimacy she'd asked her if she'd ever fucked properly with a man and had shown disbelief when Melanie told her she'd only done it twice with a sixteen-year-old boy. From the way she squirmed her little ass Tania knew this to be an outright lie. Melanie's bun had finally confirmed Tania's belief. She'd stuck four fingers up the tract and knew at once that Melanie had been lying. The size of her hole couldn't have been the work of a young kid's undergrown pecker. But Tania had not mentioned it. Girls, especially young girls, were chary of letting out private sex secrets. For the moment Tania had been satisfied to let-Melanie take her own time in telling about the secrets of her pussy. For the moment she was satisfied to simply lick it and take its hot, squirming response at face value. There would be plenty of time for Melanie to tell her everything she wanted to know.
"Oh, Mom," Melanie sputtered suddenly, "Mom, you're so heavy. Ease off just a little." Tania raised her ass to let her daughter roll out from under her. The delicious touch of Melanie's knee vanished from the vicinity of her snatch. It'd felt so nice there. Tania groaned. She could take all of Melanie's foot and ram it up her hole. The second time they'd made it together three nights ago, she'd held Melanie's foot and slowly rubbed it over her slit. She remembered how good it'd been. Melanie's big toe had buzzed her thick clit. "Oh, dear," Tania spoke dreamily, "Will you do it with your foot like the last time?"
Melanie's mouth was glued to her mother's heavy tits. She leaned forward from her haunches which she spread open when she felt Tania's finger probe for the hole between her thighs. Melanie couldn't get enough tit in her mouth. They faced each other from their squatting position on the floor, Melanie's bun impaled on Tania's finger and her lips clamped around the creamy firm-nippled tit. They sucked and groaned and diddled with their boobs slapping against each other and their fingers jigger-ing each other's clit in the open spread of their squatting haunches. Tania was in a trance of well-being. Doing it with her daughter lent a furtive, novel thrill to her actions. Melanie's fingers were stirring inside the deep pouch of her cunt. She listened to the sopping sounds and felt Melanie's mouth detach from the swollen orbs of her chest.
"I'll do it with my foot on you if you promise me one thing," Melanie said. Her mind raced back to the single most heavenly charge of her whole incestuous-lesbian experience-early that morning when she'd awakened to a subtle divine stir in her cunt. It had felt like a miniature cock stabbing the sensitive flesh of her bun in all the right places. Only after she'd come and opened her eyes had she noticed the cause of her juicy climax. "Will you stick your nipple in my thing like you did this morning?" Melanie asked.
Tania nodded eagerly. She knew exactly what it was her little girl wanted. She directed Melanie to lie down flat on her back. When her little bun popped forth between the spread thighs, Tania kissed it at once, bending over it with her boobs swinging and her own woolly muff riding low over Melanie's trembling titties. While lowering herself farther, Tania continued to rub the thick pubic tufts over the small flushed nipples beneath her. Melanie went stiff with tension. The large squid of cunt had come to rest on one of her boobies. Above the slit of snatch towered her mom's beautiful white ass. Then her snatch folded over her tittie. At the same time Melanie experienced a quick jolt of cunt static which made her toss her head and groan out loud. Tania was introducing part of her underside lobe of tit into her little oyster. Melanie felt the hard nipple prong the cunt hole, stabbing it with the measured guidance of Tania's finger as it spread the delicate petals of cunt. She looked up in wonder at the way her mom sat doubled over her, the wide mop of cunt grinding her boobies and one big nippled tit jazzing her bun.
Up until her mom's snatch settled onto her titties, Melanie had never realized how sensitive she was there. Her father had stroked it similarly, using both his dick and tongue but never with quite the same effect. Only her mom knew how to get the blood pulsing in her round nip-pled plums. Melanie grabbed the cheeks of both buttocks seated on her chest and craned her head forward to observe the fat slitted twat brush over her boobies. Tania's cunt worked like a vacuum cleaner sucking up first one quivering breast, then the other. On either side of her, she observed the rise of her mom's massive thighs and her knees planted on the floor. They kept her locked in from both sides as well as from above where Tania's upper body pressed down convulsively onto her stomach each time she wriggled under the onslaught on her twat and titties.
Tania had momentarily forgotten about the fiery cravings of her own snatch. Melanie's hard small nipples jazzed the edges of her slit as it moved over them and occasionally they would entangle her erect penislike clit. Then Tania would shudder and apply herself with renewed energy to the nipple-diddling of Melanie's clit. She had one large breast stuffed up to the edge of the pink saucer into her daughter's bun. This required her to maintain her body hard on Melanie's beneath her while working the stiff nipple between the flushed petals of the twitching pussy of her daughter's. Except for her head and shoulders projecting on one side and her legs on the other, the middle section of Melanie's body lay completely engulfed by Tania's broad-beamed ass and backside. Tania absorbed the fuck shudders rising from under her as if they were her own. There was nothing like bringing a little girl to the outer limits of a raging fuck frenzy.
Melanie continued to lie still, a passive instrument of her mother's lust. She felt the jangle of her clit as it engorged to the bursting point. She wondered how her mom did it, how she managed to work the nipple so strongly against her little rosebud. Even her dad's tongue couldn't quite get the same rise out of it. At the same time she felt a similar current of exhilaration burst in her boobies where the moistness dribbling from Tania's snatch made her feel wet and warm all over. Unconsciously she'd drawn Tania's buttocks apart so that when she next opened her eyes she found herself staring straight into her mom's anal opening. She tried to raise her legs but found this impossible to do. The swollen tit in her crotch held her impaled on its nipple which her mother continued to rotate with the fingers of one hand. Melanie grunted, then gave out with a sustained squeal. Her mom's tit filled her bun to the limit. She could no longer contain herself and went into the first delicious roll of her imminent release.
When Melanie began to hump her groin Tania knew just what to do. She'd nipple-fucked enough cunts to know how to tame them to her will. Up till then she'd kept her head bent low between her daughter's thighs while using all her concentration on keeping part of her tit stuffed in the pink gash beneath her. The grind-ings of her twat over the two girlish boobies came automatic-a regular fuck rhythm which she paced carefully so as not to squash her daughter's chest by the weight of her ass. But when she felt Melanie clutch her ass and heave and roll, she detached her big creamy lobe at once from the frothing slit and flung her mouth down on it. The taste of cunt juice sprang fullblown in her throat. Melanie climaxed like a puppy at play, her whole body heaving this way and that, her legs kicking and her head tossing from side to side. Tania darted her tongue deep into the pulpy cunt flesh and applied the final attack on the tingling clit. She felt Melanie's body tingle with sex static until the heavy breathing coming from behind her ass broke abruptly. Melanie's naked body crumpled beneath hers.
A moment later Tania had whipped her ass off her daughter. She shoved the coffee table out of the way and flung herself backward with her feet at the base of the couch, her knees drawn up flush against the edge of the seat. She called out to Melanie, twisting her head sideways in the direction of the still palpitating body on the floor, "Come on, baby. I'm itching for it. Do me with your foot like you promised."
Melanie came to her senses slowly. The tingle in her bun gradually subsided. But her titties still felt the phantom weight of her mother's twat; the nipples still stood stiffly in their saucers and felt altogether pleasurable when she touched them. She'd watched Tania take up her position on the floor in front of the couch. She knew what was required of her and consented gladly by getting up and setting herself down on the seat of the couch, one foot dangling down to the open maw of her mother's snatch on the floor.
When Tania saw the dainty girl's foot come down in her crotch she raised her head slightly and grabbed it by the ankle. "Put it right in there, your big toe here." She held the foot and placed its heel at the lower end of her slit so that the heel partly jabbed her anus. Then she took the big toe and crooked it gently on the button of her pulsing clit. The moment it touched there she let out a cry, "Oh, Melanie. Do it like you did yesterday. That was marvelous."
When Melanie looked down the familiar sensation of sex pleasure returned to her body. In the aftermath of her own climax it had somewhat subsided, but now that she saw the magnificent spread of her mother's nude figure on the floor the tense tingle surged back into her loins. Tania made the act something which it had never been with her dad except for the first few months of their relationship. The sight of her mom's full fleshy breasts and the big gash yawning between her thighs was something altogether new in her experience. She jammed her foot firmer in the slit, thrilling to the prickly sensation of cunt hair and the moist grip of the vulva. Then she began, to jiggle it, at first gently but with gradually increasing strength that made all of Tania's body shudder beneath her. She watched the creamy knockers sway to and fro as her mother squirmed over the carpet while her foot continued its dance on the foamy snatch.
"That's it, dear! Keep it up! Don't let it go!" Tania shrieked the words at the top of her voice. She'd done it that way with Rosemary maybe a hundred times, but Melanie's small dainty foot had a way of stomping her twat that was different from anything she'd experienced before. She felt the big gash widen in her crotch and when she angled her head forward and caught a glimpse of the raw frothing hump of cunt flesh she sank back to the floor with a moan of delight. She grabbed the foot by the ankle and tried ramming it deeper, more forcefully into the snatch. She came in a spastic burst of fuck frenzy. Melanie's foot had sunk halfway into the sopping cunt; her heel was jabbing her asshole. Tania buckled forward, holding Melanie's ankle, and thrust one tit upward. Only the fat nipple made it to her mouth. But this was enough for Tania to chew on in the tenseness of her climax. "Oh, don't let go yet," she panted. "Keep it in there,"
Melanie could feel the strong fuck shudders surge from the twat into her foot, up her leg and finally into her own pulsing bun. Her big toe continued to hammer the clit. It felt like a slimy little eel, buzzing with electric tension. She watched Tania's mouth grapple awkwardly with the nipple of one tit. Then she applied her free foot to the wide open anus just beneath her other foot which continued to stomp the slit. The combined action of her feet in both crotch holes made Tania convulse with excitement and Melanie was once again amazed by the spectacle her mother presented-a large womanly body reduced to the utmost degree of voluptuous indulgence. She saw her mother reach for her foot and plunk it down into the splattered vulva with a final concentration of energy. Tania whimpered out loud and when Melanie looked at the clock she saw that it was thirty of eight. Abruptly she withdrew her foot and heard her mother collapse back onto the floor.
And only when she was about to leave the house, after having gotten hastily into her clothes, did she hear her mother speak, "That was some fancy footwork, dear. It feels like a whole army just marched over my cunt."