Harry Herrick's "Naked Summer" Part 2
I observed how similar they looked, mom and daughter.
I glimpsed the mother standing a few feet away, still naked. She observed her daughter attempting to engulf me.
"Not like this, sweetheart," she said, "you need some variety. utilise your tongue on his balls, lick the tip, it's highly sensitive and it'll drive him wild. You don't have to swallow his entire length to achieve satisfaction. I'll demonstrate."
My shock mounted as the mother approached and carefully extracted Ann's head from my member, subsequently kneeling alongside her daughter. She grasped my balls with one hand and leaned in to lick my entire length, from balls to the tip, before catching only the end between her teeth, biting gently, evoking a groan of pure pleasure from me. Then, she took me into her mouth, not as deep, but her tongue never ceased moving during this procedure, and I groaned even further.
She pulled her head back, clutching the bottom of my cock with one hand.
"Try it like that. he won't last long now, and I wouldn't want to deny you of such a young load."
Ann took me in again, less hurried this time, her mother still holding my cock as she did so. She performed it at a slower pace, licking and nipping as she took me in deeper and deeper, her mother's hand still firmly holding the base.
"See, with your hand below his waist, he can't go too deep unless you permit him." Judith detached her hand, and I felt Ann's taking it's place. Judith moved behind me, pressed her body against my back, reaching her hand around to grasp my balls in one hand, engulfing a nipple in the other. I shoved deeper into Ann's mouth as she released her hand and gripped my thighs, nails digging in as she sucked me deeper. I felt the climax approaching and uttered a warning, but she continued, and I discharged into her mouth. I groaned once more as I continued to climax, thrusting into Ann's mouth, pushing against Judith's naked figure behind me, her hands pinching my buttocks as Ann's clutched my legs.
Finally, I ceased. Ann relinquished her grip, sitting back on her knees, eyes wide, cum dribbling from her mouth.
"Don't discard it, dear," said her mother, plucking some from her daughter's mouth and licking it on her finger.
Helping her daughter to her feet, she said,
"You performed exceptionally well, Harry. Most boys your age would've fired their load instantly."
She kissd her daughter's cheek, rescuing the leftover cum as she did so.
"Mum!" exclaimed Ann. "Please don't do that. That was already unnerving with you joining in."
She merely laughed, then eyed me.
"I believe Harry won't mind..."
I didn't. To be honest, I had waned a bit upon hearing her voice, but I simply rode the wave after that. Ann was attractive, but her Mom had it all and there it was in all its glory. The feeling of her erect nipples pinching into me as I ejaculated in her daughter's mouth was, well, ecstatic.
Judith chortled again.
"Yes, he enjoyed it." she said as she examined my limp appendage with her gaze. "Now I think we should go inside and tidy up. Harry, you can either pull your trousers up or cast off your attire. I have no issue seeing a bare-chested young man prowling around the house, but it's your call."
I fell in line, preferring to be naked if it meant a longer glimpse of this sultry woman. Upon exiting the bathroom, I found myself perplexed. Judith gestured down the hallway.
"You can clean up in the bathroom down there. Shower if you need to. I'll lead Ann up to her room. I need to chat with my daughter. Once you're prepared, head out to the courtyard and wait for us."
I followed their lead, staring in amazement at the magnificence of their behinds. Her mother noticed and augmented her strut.
Once indoor, she directed me to the bathroom. "You can clean up in there. Take a shower if you prefer. I'll guide Ann up to her room. I require a chat with my daughter, so once you're ready, make your way to the courtyard and await us."
Knowing what would happen, she'd burst in and commandeer control. She's always craving power. Even her attempts to manage my love life haven't spared me. Following my dad's departure, she became my sole focus. She vowed to shield and safeguard me at any cost. She intended well...but she lived through me as if she was the true protagonist of her own existence.
Fast-forwarding to about three years ago, she came across Stewart—the one who knelt to receive us as we entered; it's as though he'd come up with this new thing called sex. Emboldened, she's become fixated on getting me laid. She meticulously screens my partners, assuring compatibility.
Her recent offer to present me with Stewart as a birthday present made me decline. I preferred to choose for myself. I hadn't divulged my intentions involving you, naively assuming she'd be elsewhere with him. Presuming he'd flown off, the house was ours to enjoy.
However, the unbearable anticipation turned out to be our undoing—she caught us. Realizing what was happening, she stumbled upon us.
She pointed out, "You're a fast recoverer, aren't you?"
"I'm unsure. This is a first for me in this situation, involving two gorgeous sensual goddesses," I responded. "I haven't before experienced the pleasure of such timeless seductresses sharing my bed."
She stated, "Mum has screwed several of my boyfriends. That's how she selects the unsuitable ones. She uses her buxom assets as an alluring lure and tells them they've been fantastic, meaning relationships can't continue. In my solitude, I nurse my needs alone."
A sobering realization hit us—she might feel compelled to proceed. Our day was doomed due to Mum's intrusion. She pondered, "I'd imagined it was you and me…"
In unison, we replied, "Yes, me too."
Sensing my erection, her curiosity peaked, "I wonder if you were entertaining thoughts about being that one?"
"In different circumstances, I would've jumped at the prospect, but it was you who occupied my mind this entire time," I admitted.
Giggling, she unexpectedly pulled me close and smiled sympathetically, "Although you're rather well built. You should take care of your own body."
While she fetched my garments, she muttered, "Get dressed. I'll retrieve your clothes." She retreated to fetch my clothes, her eyes widening upon re-entering the room, revealing the still visible erection.
She chastised lightly, "You're simply strolling away without saying anything? I thought you had more self-respect."
I left the house.
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