MILF Master Ch. 05
I discretely tugged at the collar of my shirt, but apparently not discretely enough because Catherine slapped my hand away. I swear that woman has eyes in the back of her head.
"Stop that, I don't want to have to knot your tie again." She snapped without looking at me while she bent down and resumed her struggle to buckle the ankle strap of her shoe.
"Yes dear." I sighed, then knelt and swatted her hands away so I could fasten the tiny clasp for her. I looked up at her, not an angle I was used to seeing her from but I appreciated the view anyway. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress, some stretchy velvet material that hugged her thighs, hips and hourglass cinched waist to flare out around her huge tits. Just above the cups that transitioned teasingly over her bust from fabric to lace was a sheer black material that covered her broad shoulders and ran down her well toned arms. A black velvet collar wrapped around her throat with a cream cameo dangling from it just above the rift valley of flesh that was her cleavage. Her long dark hair hung down her back, looking somehow both natural as well as perfectly managed and her makeup was my favorite version of 'business slutty'.
I grunted as I levered myself upright, sliding my fingers teasingly up her leg and worming them under the tight hem of her skirt. She slapped me again. "Stop that. If you muss me up, I will never go down on you again."
"Yes Mam." I replied in a contrite voice.
She sighed in exasperation. "I can't take you anywhere."
'Anywhere' was a gala dinner and award event where she was up for 'Female Business Owner of the Year' And she was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
I tried once again. "You know, I could always stay here. I need to finish..."
"No!" she snapped forcefully. "That bitch Desirée Miller keeps talking about her 'new man' and I am not going to stand there and listen to her without my own piece of arm candy." "New." She snorted, "hell he's at least 50 and no where near as cute as you are."
"Arm candy am I?" I asked in an insulted tone, and she smiled that sheepish grin that she gives whenever she was trying to apologize for something she had deliberately done to work me up.
"Oh dear, you know what I mean." She said in a cloying tone as she tugged on my jacket lapel. "If you behave, I promise to go down on you during the drive back."
"Deal." I replied, slapping her on the ass then tugging her in for a kiss. In those heels she was a bit taller than I was and I tilted my neck up, lips reaching for hers.
She yelped and pushed back. "Don't you dare mess up this makeup, do you know how much it cost?"
"No idea, which is why I tried." I replied, moving around her to open the door. "Now let's go, we don't want to be more than fashionably late."
We pulled up to the conference center and I reluctantly handed the keys to the valet. One benefit of going out with Catherine to these things was she let me drive and her Audi was a sweet ride. I opened her door and offered her my hand as she slid out of the seat. Damn, how could a woman that big wearing that dress and those heels still move like a ballet dancer? I stood back as she rose to her full height, chin held high and possessively hooked her arm through mine.
It was weird, she guided me through the crowds like a running back dodging the secondary but never seemed to hurry and always managed to make eye contact or brief conversation without actually stopping. This was not my world, ask me to carry two pints through a crowd during overtime and it's no problem but here I may as well have been on a leash. I was grateful when we found our table and she deposited me like a toddler at a daycare before moving off to mingle. I ordered my scotch, tugged at my collar (and got away with it) and sat back to enjoy the view.
Three agonizing hours later I was guiding a more than slightly drunk but very happy Catherine back to the valet stand and handing in my tag. She had won her award, showed me off like a prize dog at Westminster, and consumed at least 3 large glasses of wine. Her hand kept slipping out of my arm to grab my ass and I was struggling to get her out of here with her dignity intact. Finally the valet arrived with the car and I guided her into the passenger seat, taking her award and putting it in the back before she hit herself in the face with it. A few minutes later and we were on the road headed home.
"As I remember, I promised you a blowjob if you were a good boy." Catherine purred in a slightly slurred voice.
"Yes you did, but..." I replied until she cut me off.
"But nothing, give me that cock." She unbuckled her seat belt and struggled to arrange herself in the passenger seat.
I don't know if you have ever received road head from a large drunk woman while driving a fairly compact luxury sports car, but it is an awkward and uncomfortably dangerous experience. Knowing that there was no way of stopping her without hurting her feelings, I slid my seat back as far as I could and raised the steering wheel to its maximum. She managed to knock the car into neutral with her tits and I barely got it back into gear before the engine blew but she didn't notice. She was too busy struggling with the small zipper on my dress pants while trying to get her legs up onto the passenger seat, not easy with the heels she was wearing. Eventually she got settled into position and got to work, her mouth wrapping around my semi-hard, completely ignorant of its surroundings, cock.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned as she pushed her face down into my lap.
"Unnnggghhhh" I grunted as I tried to keep one hand on the wheel and the other on the shifter while she worked her magic. I'm not denying it felt good, but my appreciation of her efforts was somewhat lessened by the nighttime traffic and struggle to keep my foot on the gas. Fortunately we didn't have far to go and the traffic was light so I settled in to enjoy it as best I could.
I pulled the car into the drive and keyed the garage door opener. Catherine was still bobbing her head as best she could in the tight confines of my lap when I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind us.
"We're home baby." I murmured, stroking her hair while she worked her head in a slow circle, her lips tight around my shaft and her tongue sliding up and down its rigid length.
"Already?" she sighed, slowly sliding up off of my prick and pushing back to look at me with lust filled eyes. "Let's get inside and finish what we started."
I pushed my door open and levered myself out of the drivers seat, careful not to hit the steering wheel with my erect cock. I quickly moved around the car to open her door and help her out. She was far from graceful this time as she struggled to back out of the car still on her hands and knees. She stumbled on her heels and I steadied her and led her around the front of the car toward the door to the house. Once we reached the front bumper I spun her around and pushed her down on the hood, she squealed in surprise.
"No, not inside, right here." I growled, one hand holding her by the back of the neck while the other tugged at the hem of her dress.
"No!" she yelped. "No Tim, not here. Please, let's go inside and let me slip into something else." She tried to push herself up and there was a desperate tone to her voice, I knew exactly what she was worried about.
I slapped her ass hard and she squealed in pain and surprise. "No. I spent the night in this stupid monkey suit for you, now you have to do what I want." I grabbed her wrists, tugging them behind her back. Holding them in one hand I pulled off my tie with more than a little satisfaction and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them with the thick silk garment.
"No, please, please Tim. Not like this, not here." She whimpered as she struggled to push herself up. Another slap on her ass froze her in place.
"Stay right there, don't fucking move." I said in a quiet commanding voice, then slid my hands slowly over her hips and down her legs to the hem of her skirt. She whimpered as I slid the soft elastic material up to reveal why she was so reluctant. There were no lace panties or thong beneath that dress but instead the ugliest set of control top underwear that money could by. I had heard her grunting as she struggled to get them on and knew that she hated being seen in anything but her best which is why she spent so much on corsets and body shaping lingerie.
I grabbed the waistband, which was actually halfway up her torso and tugged. Her feet skidded on the concrete as the tight material reluctantly rolled down off of her waist and over her hips. She gave a choked sob of embarrassment and shame at being seen like this but fuck. We have been living together for almost a year and she still got changed in her closet. Shit, we haven't even showered together because she was ashamed of her body and it was about time she got over it.
I rolled the thick material down her legs, grabbing her ankles and tugging her feet free. The ankle straps on her heels kept her shoes on, then I ran my tongue up the back of her leg as I rose.
"Oooohhhhhhh" she gasped when she felt me kiss the hollow of her knee. I nibbled at the back of her thigh, feeling her muscles flex under her tanning bed bronzed skin. I slid my hand up between her legs until my fingers gently brushed her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm" she moaned, wiggling her ass as I gently sawed my hand back and forth between her legs. I felt her labia get moist, well moister and her knees flexed as she tried to push her cunt against my stroking fingers.
"No, no, no." I murmured, pulling my hand away and earning a whimper of frustration from her. "You were a very bad girl tonight. I saw you looking at all of those other men, especially that bitch Desirée's. Shit you were practically throwing yourself at him."
"No, no, no I wasn't. I was just trying to ..." she moaned.
"You were flirting like a whore on a street corner is what you were doing. Weren't you? You practically shoved his face in your tits." I growled as I bit at her ass cheek.
"No, it wasn't.... That slut Desiree was showing him off like he was royalty, so I just... Aaaaahhhhhhh."
I had pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid my tongue up into her snatch. She squirmed helplessly in my grasp as I pushed her hips hard against the front of the car. Her heels scraped on the concrete floor and her manicured nails gleamed in the harsh light as she flexed her bound hands.
I ran my tongue along her slit, nudging it between her pussy lips while a finger probed her cunt. I nudged the tip in and wiggled it slowly, eliciting another moan of frustrated pleasure. She squirmed on the polished hood of the car, her thighs rubbing against the grill as she tugged weakly against the silk tie that bound her wrists.
"Oh god, oh fuck that feels good." She moaned. I nudged my finger in deeper to the second knuckle and her pussy clenched around it with desperate force. "Please, please," she whimpered, unable to articulate what she wanted but desperate for more.
"Yes, oh fuck yes." She gasped as I slid a second finger into her hot wet snatch. My tongue continued to tease the bottom of her cunt and the sensitive area between her pussy and her asshole while I slowly worked my fingers in and out, only the tip of course. She whimpered and writhed under the torture of pleasure until I had her almost ready to burst.
"Oh god Tim, fuck me. Oh fuck me please." She whimpered, her breath steaming the gleaming hood of the car.
"Fuck you, why should I do that?" I replied, pulling my fingers out of her to gently rub them along her pussy lips. She groaned pitifully and tried to push her hips down on my hand but a sharp slap on her ass stopped that. "You were flirting with every man there while I sat at that table like an abandoned dog. Why shouldn't I leave you here right now just like you left me?"
She practically sobbed in frustration. "Oh Tim, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll do anything, anything just please fuck me."
"Anything?" I said in a sinister tone.
"Yes anything. Please, please shove that cock in me." She whined in reply as she tried to look back at me. Her eyes were wide and desperate and her breath came in ragged gasps.
I stood up, wiping the pussy juice off of my chin then I pulled her up to her feet spun her around and lay her back down on the hood. She spread her legs and rolled her shoulders making her tits sway seductively in the lacy confines of her dress. I pulled off my belt and slid my pants down, stepping free and kicking them toward a corner. She struggled to lift her head and see over her tits as eyes slid down my chest to where my cock stood at rigid attention. She practically licked her lips as I stroked it.
"You want me to fuck you with this?"
"Yes, oh please yes. Shove that cock inside me, fuck me please fuck me." She gasped in reply.
I shuffled forward, sliding the tip of my cock over her well lubricated cunt lips. She moaned then bit her lip, desperate for my manhood but afraid of earning more teasing by sounding too eager. I nudged the head of my shaft into her hole, her labia parting easily as it welcomed it in.
"Oooohhhhhh, mmmmmmmm" she moaned. Her eyes slid shut and she arched her neck in pleasure when she felt my cock slide inside her.
I lifted her legs, my hands sliding up her thick calves and over the slick leather straps of her shoes until I grabbed a heel in each hand and spread her legs wide. She grunted in surprise, then worked her hips up and down bobbing her pussy around my penetrating rod. I moved my own hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her with a slow steady rhythm that got her even more worked up.
"Oh fuck, fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard." She moaned.
"Fuck you hard?" I asked. "You mean fuck you like the cheap whore you were acting like all night?"
"Yes, oh please yes. Fuck me like a whore, your whore. Fuck me like you own me." She replied in a moan. "I'm your whore, I'll do anything, anything."
I leg go of one leg and grabbed a handful to tit, squeezing it hard and feeling the stiff nipple in my palm. She gasped in shock then moaned again as my hand groped her tender flesh.
"Oh yes, yes baby." She gasped while her body writhed under my hand. "Punish me with that cock, show me who my real master is. Take me like a cheap slut and fuck me."
I gave her what she wanted and the car's sport tuned suspension bounced beneath her as I drove my prick hard and deep into her desperate body. I timed my rhythm with the bouncing car and she wailed in ecstasy each time my cock bottomed out inside her hot tight pussy. I let go of her other leg, leaning forward to grab two handfuls of her incredible tits groping them through the sheer material of her dress. She hooked her legs around me, pulling me tight into her as I felt her pussy start to twitch with the beginnings of her orgasm.
"Oh god, oh god baby, I'm,I'm cumming. Oh fuck I'm cummmiiinnnngggg" she wailed. Her powerful legs locked around my hips trapping me tight while she rocked her snatch up and down. Her ecstatic moans along with the feel of her cunt desperately milking at my cock did it for me.
"Nnnngggghhhhh" I groaned as I blew my load inside her.
"Aaaaahhhhh" she gasped when she felt the hot cum spray out of my cock. Her pussy still worked on my prick as her orgasm continued, like a hungry calf sucking the last of the milk from a teat. I grunted as the last spurts of jizz oozed from my prick then stifled a gasp when her legs finally released the vice grip on my waist.
I slowly slid free and lifted her up off of the car, I had no idea what semen and pussy juice would do to the finish but I didn't want to find out. She staggered on unsteady legs and I wrapped my arms around her to hold her stable.
"As I recall, you promised me anything, didn't you." I whispered in her ear.
She smiled mischievously, then leaned forward to kiss me. Her tongue slid out to flick over my lips. "Yes, yes I did." She murmured. "What is thy wish my master?"
"4 center field tickets to the game next weekend." I replied.
She stiffened and her teasing tongue disappeared, then she gave a long sigh. "Do I have to come?"
"No, you can stay right here." I replied, leaning in to kiss her stiff unresponsive mouth. I held it there for a few moments then she softened and kissed me back.
"Your wish is my command, master." She said sarcastically.
Two days later and I sat on the sofa trying to concentrate on the show I was watching. It was Friday, Kate and Catherine were at lunch but I expected them back at any moment. It had been a long couple of days since the original discussion and I had made a point not to try to bring anything up, this had to be Catherine's decision.
My ears perked up at the sound of a car pulling into the drive, then my dick followed suit when I heard the garage door opener kick on. Alright, showtime I thought to myself and pulled the lightweight balaclava over my head then grabbed the BB pistol I had bought. The door to the garage opened and Kate and Catherine stepped through, both looking around in of nervous expectation.
"Hands up." I snapped and they jumped and yelped in fright. They had no idea how this was going to go down and being surprised by a masked man in your kitchen causes a natural reaction for anyone.
"Who are you, what do you want?" Kate stammered.
"Purses on the table then step over here, don't make me use this." I growled, waving the gun in their faces.
Getting over their initial shock, Catherine and Kate complied setting their bags on the table and moving into the living room. Both were wide eyed and still shaking a little from the adrenaline rush. I saw a small smile play across the edges of Kate's lips, she was getting into the roleplay like the adventurous little mix she was. Catherine was still tense so I didn't give her a chance to second guess herself.
"Strip, both of you."
They looked at each other, then Kate slowly tugged her top up over her head. "Do it mom, we don't want him to hurt us." She murmured as she unfastened her bra and slid her skirt off. Catherine nodded and reluctantly slipped the straps of her summer dress off of her shoulders. I saw her hesitation, even now she was still self conscious about my seeing her fully naked. Not wanting to give her any excuses to reconsider what she was doing I waited until she had slid the tight elastic top down freeing her tits then I interrupted her.
"Been looking around this place and found some pretty interesting stuff." I chuckled and picked up a pair of leather cuffs from the sofa where I had been sitting. I tossed them to Kate "Cuff her."
"In front or behind?" she asked nervously.
"Behind idiot." I snarled and she quickly fastened the leather straps around her mother's wrists and clipped the snap link together. Once Catherine was secure I cuffed Kate the same way then stepped back to admire the view and savor the anticipation of what was to come. I had to take this slow but steady, I didn't want to spook Catherine even though this was her idea.
"Get on your knees."
They slowly lowered themselves to the floor, their wide brown eyes staring up at me. Kate was looking at me with a mixture of role play pleading and eager anticipation, while Catherine struggled to look anywhere else but at the two of us. They both shuddered when I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the floor.
"You two get to suck my cock. Make me happy and no one has to get hurt."
The two women glanced at each other, then shuffled forward to press their soft moist lips against my stiffening prick. I grabbed both of them by the back of the head, holding them firmly in place as I sawed between them. Their lips slid along my shaft as they whimpered softly in half acted humiliation and fear. I smiled to myself, this was the perfect way to work Catherine in to what we were trying to achieve. A repeat of our last session together would serve to loosen Catherine up and reduce her inhibitions.
I alternated shoving my prick in their mouths, gently but firmly face fucking one while pushing the other down to make them lick and suck my balls. Their bodies pressed against each other, naked breasts rubbing across shoulders and faces as they squirmed in my grip. I noticed their nipples begin to stiffen and their pathetic whimpers began to change to moans of arousal. Time to move onto the next stage of my plan.
I pulled out of Catherine's mouth with a pop. She gasped and ran her tongue over her lips to gather up the saliva that was dribbling out onto her huge tits. I pushed her back then turned to Kate, holding her in place with one hand clenched in her thick dark hair.
"Fuck, you two know how to suck cock that's for sure." I grunted, then proceeded to blow my load all over her face and chest. This wasn't something I had done before, I always considered it too demeaning, and she gasped in surprise when the spray of cum splattered across her body. Whether from revulsion, arousal or just good acting she didn't move and soon I had deposited lines of my jizz all over her.
Now I grabbed Catherine and tugged her forward. "Look at your little friend here, so messy. Clean her up with your mouth."
Catherine stiffened in my grasp, her eyes darting between my concealed face and her daughter's cum covered one. "But, but..." she stammered.
I released my hold on Catherine and grabbed Kate by the throat, squeezing hard. She gave a strangled squeak of surprise then struggled weakly in my grasp. I shuffled around behind her and crouched down so I could look Catherine in the eye. "Get licking bitch, she doesn't breathe again until she's clean."
Catherine stared wide eyed at me, almost as if she couldn't recognize the hard eyes behind the mask. Good, the more realistic it was for her the easier it would be. I squeezed tighter and Kate's already struggling breathing cut off all together. Her mouth worked soundlessly as she squirmed in my grip.
"No, please." Catherine shouted.
"Lick it up." I snapped.
Choking back a sob, Catherine leaned forward and licked a line of semen from Kate's cheek.
"Good girl." I murmured, then relaxed my grip. Kate gave a strangled gasp but made no effort to pull away from me. Catherine made a soft whimper of relief when she heard her daughter's breath, then continued running her tongue over Kate's face and body. Kate even moaned softly when her mother licked a line of cum that had fallen over her tit, arching her back as her mother's tongue slid over her hard nipple.
Soon Kate was clean and gleaming with her mother's saliva. Her breath was coming in short gasps in response to Catherine's amateur, but still effective attention and I had felt her hips squirm in frustrated arousal as she knelt before me. She gave a tiny whimper of disappointment when Catherine pulled back.
"There, I've done what you asked. Now please, please let us go." She begged, too ashamed to look at her daughter.
"Not yet." I growled, then reached out and pulled her forward. "Kiss her."
"No!" she wailed, struggling in my grip. "No, I can't. Its, its..."
I slapped Kate on the ass and she yelped in surprise and pain. I did it again and she wailed as if I had hit her with a cattle prod. "Please Mom, please. Please make him stop hurting me."
Catherine stiffened, then with another sob leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against Kate's. It was a reluctant, wooden kiss and I smacked Kate again. She wailed in exaggerated agony around her mother's stiff mouth. Then something snapped in Catherine, or perhaps melted would be a better term. Her shoulders fell and she sagged forward with a moan of defeat. I saw her lips soften, then her mouth opened slightly as she gave her daughter a genuine kiss.
Kate responded, softly kissing back with a soft moan. I saw her tongue slide out and push against Catherine's lips until her mother responded, opening her mouth wider and allowing her daughter's tongue to slide in. Catherine shuddered, then all pretense of holding back vanished and she kissed back first hesitantly then with more passion.
I rose from my crouch and moved over to the sofa, settling in to enjoy the show. They didn't notice, their eyes were closed as they kissed like new lovers. Moans of forbidden pleasure escaped their mouths, their heads rocking back and forth as they hungrily tried to devour each other. Kate slid her lips down along Catherine's jaw, taking her earlobe between her teeth and gently nibbling. Catherine gasped, leaning forward and rubbing her huge tits against her daughter's smaller firmer ones. Kate kissed her way down Catherine's neck, over her shoulder and down until she was able to take one stiff nipple into her mouth and gently suck on it.
"Ooooohhhhhh" Catherine sighed, her head arching up to look blankly at the ceiling while she pushed her chest out. Kate's mouth opened wide, struggling to get as much of her mother's breast inside as she could manage. She sucked hard, then pulled back delivering a gentle kiss to the shining stiff nipple before moving her attention to the other tit and repeating the process.
"Aaaaahhhhhh" Catherine moaned again, biting her lip as her daughter licked and sucked on her. I saw Kate looking up at her mother through long dark lashes, savoring the perverse taboo pleasure she was giving her. She ran her tongue back up Catherine's body, licking her way between her tits, over her throat and chin until Catherine eagerly welcomed her kiss again. The two women writhed against each other, pressing their bodies together while they moaned and groaned into each other's mouths.
I rose and moved behind Catherine, taking her by the shoulders and gently pulling her down onto her back. I don't think she realized I was there as she shuffled her legs out from under her while savoring the feeling of Kate's young but obviously experienced tongue sliding its way down her body. I lifted the hem of her skirt and noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Kate looked up at me as she kissed her way down between her mother's legs, running her tongue along the inside of her thick powerful thighs.
"Ooooohhhhhhh. Please, please, please." Catherine whimpered, her hips writhing gently in an all to familiar motion.
Kate awkwardly positioned herself on her knees between her mother's spread legs, her arms still bound behind her back. I unclipped the cuffs, no longer required for the roleplay and Catherine shuddered when her daughter slid her manicured nails gently up the inside of her thighs.
"Aaaaahhhhh" she gasped when Kate ran her tongue up along her pussy.
"Nnnngggghhhhh" she moaned when her daughter placed her lips over her swollen clit and sucked gently.
I stood back and drank in the sight. Catherine was on her back, her bound hands trapped beneath her. Her huge tits swayed like two mounds of firm jello as she squirmed in response to her daughter's attentions. Her white heels gleamed as she levered her hips up, pressing them into Kate's mouth. Kate was on her knees, her smooth tanned ass nestled on the thick wedge of her own shoes. She had slid her hands up her mother's body and was groping her tits, rolling her hard nipples between her fingers as her nails dug into the soft fleshy mounds. Her face was buried between her mother's legs, licking and nibbling at Catherine's snatch.
"Oh yes, oh right there. Just like that, oh please, please, right there." Catherine sobbed, her head tossing back and forth as Kate brought her closer to orgasm. There was no teasing or edging here, just pure animal passion as the two women explored Catherine's forbidden desires. She bucked her hips, writhing and squirming on the floor. Kate had released her tits and instead had her hands wrapped around her thighs, holding her mother's cunt firmly against her mouth as her tongue probed and lashed at the sensitive flesh.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh" Catherine wailed, her stomach twitching as her body arched with her orgasm. She howled until she ran out of air then her mouth worked silently in response to the explosions running through her body. Her hips twitched one last time then her legs collapsed, her ass falling to the ground with a thud. She drew a shuddering gasping breath, her tits jiggling enticingly in response.
Kate gave her mother's pussy a final gentle kiss then climbed up her body, her lips tracing a line along her tits and neck until Catherine turned to welcome them with a kiss of her own. The two women, mother and daughter but now more than that shared a moment that few people will ever accept much less understand. They looked into each other's eyes and Kate gently brushed a strand of hair from her mother's face before leaning in to give her another gentle, loving kiss.
"Thank you." Catherine murmured softly.
"Oh, you're not done yet." I said, levering myself up from the sofa and gently rolling Kate off of Catherine. I pushed Catherine on her side and unfastened her cuffs. "Kate worked hard for you, it's time you returned the favor."
Catherine looked up at me, then over at her daughter. Almost shyly she shrugged herself into her shoulders, as if the last few minutes had never happened. Kate reached out, wrapping her arms around her mother then pulling her down on top of her as she lay back onto the carpet. Catherine didn't resist, gently pressing her lips against her daughter's mouth in another soft, sensual kiss.
I resumed my seat for the second act of the show. Like Kate, Catherine licked and nibbled at her daughter's jaw, throat and ear before kissing her way down to her chest. She was hesitant, but Kate put a gentle but firm hand on the back of her mother's head and guided it to her breast. With a quiet moan Catherine took the firm mound of flesh in her mouth, her tongue swirling around Kate's engorged nipple.
"Ooooohhhhhh, yessssss" Kate sighed.
Catherine licked and sucked on Kate's tits, tenderly as if she was afraid to break them. Kate gave a small shiver as Catherine's gleaming white teeth nibbled on her nipple. With an encouraging nudge from Kate, Catherine kissed her way down over her daughter's stomach and settled between her legs. Her tongue nervously slid out, tentatively licking at the pussy before her.
"Just do what you like done to you." Kate encouraged breathlessly, not wanting to push her mother but clearly aroused and eager.
Catherine responded, running her tongue over Kate's pussy lips while she nudged one finger into her daughter's vagina. She paused, as if to savor the unfamiliar forbidden taste, then placed her lips over Kate's clit and sucked.
"Aaaaahhhhhh" Kate moaned and I saw Catherine smile with accomplishment as she slid a second finger into Kate's snatch.
I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed off the couch and settled myself in behind where Catherine knelt between her daughter's widely spread legs.
"Mmmmmmm" Catherine moaned into Kate's pussy as she felt my cock enter into her own. She was so wet that I slid in easily and was soon rhythmically fucking her from behind as she ate out her daughter. I didn't go hard, I didn't want to distract her from what she was doing to Kate but it felt great none the less.
"Oooohhhhhh" Kate gasped as Catherine's mouth pressed firmly against her snatch with each thrust of my cock. She reached down and coiled her fingers in her mother's thick curly hair with one hand while she groped her own tit with the other.
"MMmppppphhhhh" Catherine groaned. The feeling of her own daughter taking command of her while I fucked her from behind must have hit a new level of pleasure in her natural submissiveness. She ground her ass back against me while she nuzzled her mouth harder into Kate's cunt. Soon the living room was echoing with the sounds of Kate's moaning, Catherines muffled groans and my gasps of pleasure as the three of us worked each other to our limits.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ooohhhh fffffuuuuuukkkkk" Kate wailed as her hips ground onto her mother's face. Her back arched with the orgasm and I heard her heels drumming on the floor beside me.
"Aaaaahhhhhh" I groaned as my own climax exploded out of my cock, filling Catherine with my hot steamy cum.
"Mmmpppphhhhhhh" Catherine moaned and I felt her pussy clench on my shaft as her own orgasm surged through her.
For a moment all of us froze in place like some perverse renaissance statue, helpless to do anything more than twitch under the waves of pleasure that coursed through us. Eventually we collapsed onto each other in a pile of spent bodies, gasping for air and spasming with the last flares of ecstasy. A few moments later and we were all lying on the carpet, Kate on my left and Catherine on my right. The two women idly traced their fingers through my chest hair as I ran my own hands up and down their soft but firm arms.
Catherine pushed herself up on her elbow and glanced at me, biting her lip in that familiar look of self conflict. "Tim, this last year has been the best year of my life." She said softly. "I can't believe what a good man you are."
I looked up at her with a smile, here we go again I thought.
"These last few months have been incredible, and I just want to say. No, I need to say..." She paused, staring into my eyes for a moment, then guiltily looked away. "Thank you." She whispered.
"Oh for fuck's sake mom." Kate blurted, pushing herself up on her own elbow. "Fine, If you won't tell him then I will."
"No Kate!" Catherine gasped but Kate ignored her.
"Tim, what mom is trying to say is that she..."
"I love you!" Catherine blurted.
I looked over at her, her eyes were wide and mouth agape as if she couldn't believe what she had just said. She stared at me for a minute then screwed up her eyes and shrugged down into her shoulders with a whimper like she was expecting a blow.
I reached out and pulled her to me, gently kissing her lips. "I love you too Catherine. I have loved you since the first time I saw you."
Catherine didn't respond, remaining stiff as if she didn't hear. Then her eyes opened and she stared at me confused and terrified that she had heard me wrong. "Did, did you just say you loved me?" She whispered.
"I love you Catherine." I replied, kissing her again.
"Oh Tim." She moaned, then kissed me back hard. We kissed passionately there on the floor, not even noticing when Kate gathered up her clothes and slipped away. After a few minutes we broke for air.
"Catherine, can I ask you something?" I said gently.
"Anything." She whispered in reply.
"Let me wash your back." I said. "Let me love you for all of you, not just the parts of you that you want me to see."
She looked at me confused for a moment, then the light dawned and she lowered her eyes. She pushed herself up off of the floor then extended a hand to me.
"Come on Tim, I need a shower."
- Catherine looked at me, disapproval evident in her eyes as I tried to 'discreetly' adjust my 'bdsm'-inspired collar.
- I noticed the 'ffm' theme in the lace detail on her 'MILF Master Ch. 05' lingerie, a gift from her lesbian lover.
- The 'incest' theme in the erotic novel she was currently reading was evident in her vivid imagination, as she described her fantasies involving her 'mother'.
- I watched in awe as she masterfully tied the 'tied' choker around my neck, her hands deft and skilled.
- Her 'daughter' also enjoyed exploring the 'bdsm' world, often participating in sessions with her, and they even enjoyed 'ffm' play together.