of curly blonde hair at the entrance to her beautifully long and deep slit.
She put one hand on the cheek nearest to her, then pried the globe open, watching breathlessly as her daughter's tightly-closed anus was peeled slowly into view. Mavis twisted her head slightly, and was able to see the pink opening below – a subtle, mysterious cleft which grew wider and wider as she forced Janice's ass apart.
Finally, the whole of her cunt was visible. Mails licked her lips in anticipation as she studied the beautiful cunt in the dazzling light of day.
She put out her finger and ran it slowly from the base to the top of her daughter's pussy. The digit sank greedily into the liquid of the girl's silt, dipping as far as the first joint.
She brought it up out of the hole and let it wander idly into Janice's open ass. The finger traced a loving path over the hot crease, pausing at her asshole and worming tightly around in a tantalizing attempt to penetrate the tiny hole.
Her mouth watering, Mavis repeated the movement, again and then again. Soon Janice was squirming and wriggling in torment, aching to be penetrated by the woman's constantly warning finger.
Since Mavis was now crouching alongside Janice with her bottom facing the girl, Janice was able to touch her mother's ass and give Mavis the same, tormenting treatment.
'Oh shit, I'd like to eat your pussy even if Monty wasn't up there watching,' Janice whispered.
'Let's take our bras off, too,' Mavis said, her voice carrying over the beach.
Instead of answering, Janice turned around and offered her back to her mother. The woman quickly unclipped the brief bikini top and ran her hands possessively over Janice's naked breasts, passing her arms around the girl's shoulders.
Then Mavis removed her own bra and fell back to the blanket, pulling Janice with her. 'Let me kiss you, baby.'
Janice smiled dreamily, her head moving in an almost invisible nod. She pursed her full, ripe lips and her eyelids closed sweetly.
Mavis rolled over on top of the girl, molding her thighs against Janice's, letting her breasts fit snugly into the girl's, feeling their cold, erect nipples meeting in an intimate kiss. Their hard crotches pressed tightly together, the daughter's pubic hairs merging hotly with the mother's.
Mavis cupped the girl's face in her hands, studying the beautiful features. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from Janice's.
'That wasn't quite what I had in mind, darling,' she whispered, her lips brushing sexily against the girl's. 'But I suppose we could start with an ordinary kiss!'
She brought her mouth firmly onto Janice's, feeling the softness open under the pressure of her kiss and the girl's tongue quivering against her own. She kept her hands on Janice's face, caressing the soft cheeks and rubbing the tips of her fingers beneath the girl's earlobes.
Janice moaned sweetly into her open mouth, her lower lip trembling suddenly as the woman's gentle caress made her feel weak and helpless.
Mavis writhed her body slowly, making her breasts and cunt rub with a hot, sexual rhythm against Janice's.
It was suddenly too much for Mavis to bear. She wriggled her body down Janice's, breaking their kiss, and slid her hands over the girl's breasts, giving them a firm squeeze, letting her fingers come to rest on the upper slopes of the thighs.
She urged them apart, fitting herself between them and staring at the revealed opening of Janice's cunt.
The pink cuntal lips yawned wide as her legs came apart. Mavis, lying on her side, lifted her daughter's right thigh over her shoulder. The movement caused the pink silt to yawn even wider and more invitation.
'Beautiful, sweet pussy,' Mavis moaned, using her thumbs to part the wet crease even farther.
Then she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and pressed them lovingly into the soft redness of Janice's cunt. She kissed the very center of the hole, her nose rubbing hotly against the girl's stiff clitoris.
She felt Janice's thighs tense momentarily. But as she soothed the precious cunt flesh with her mouth, moving her lips from side to side and pushing them right into the outer lips, Janice relaxed again.
Mavis let her tongue steal out of her mouth, easing it gently into the girl's slit. It tasted tangy and pungent, the rich odors of the girl's cunt mingling with the salt water to form a sweet, intoxicating aroma.
She extended it further, making her tongue thrust deeply into the fleshy pussy until the lips quivered and pulsed around him, trapping it and sucking it between their sticky walls.
'Oh, Mommy, yes, yes! Oh, you suck my pussy so good!' Janice was rolling her head from side to side on the towel, clenching and unclenching her hands, wriggling her inflamed pussy wildly against Mavis' sucking lips.
Then she stopped, remaining absolutely still. Mavis felt the girl's cunt throb urgently. Then suddenly she came.
Mavis lifted her head and smiled up at her daughter between the girl's quivering tits. 'There,' she whispered, 'if that doesn't turn him on, nothing will! Good luck, honey! I'll see you back at the house!'
'I thought we came down her to fuck,' Phil Bacon said, gazing longingly at Louise's body in the partially opened robe.
She sat at the vanity, calmly running a brush through her long hair. 'We came down her to talk, first of all.'
'Look,' he said, running his hand across the bulge in the front of his tight swim trunks. 'We can talk in bed. Admit it, you're just as horny as I am. Monty's out on the beach… now's a perfect time!'
Louise was horny. She was hotter than hell. But she wasn't going to admit it, and she wasn't going to give Phil the satisfaction of being his sex slave the first hour they were together.
'Now we talk… maybe tonight we fuck.'
'Jesus Christ,' he shouted, 'my son's out on the beach, probably chasing more pussy than I'm going to get!'
Louise set the brush down and stood up. 'Maybe you should go join him then.'
'Maybe I should,' Phil hissed, and stalked out of the room.
Louise waited until she heard the door slam and then went into the living room. She put on some music, fixed a drink, and sat down to think.
She lost track of time, but two drinks later there was a rapping on the back door.
'What's the matter, did you forget your key? Oh… hello.'
Fred Morgan stood on the back porch with his mouth hanging open and his eyes staring. Too late, Louise realized that she had forgotten to close her robe.
She was about to do it when she saw the mounting bulge in the front of Fred's swim trunks. If the bulge meant anything, this man had the biggest cock Louise had ever seen.
She left the robe open.
'I… I thought you were my husband,' she breathed.
'I wish I were,' Fred managed to gasp, lifting his eyes to hers. 'I'm Fred Morgan. We live next door. Since our kids go to school together in ton, I thought I'd come over and introduce myself, Mrs. Bacon.'
'It's Louise. Come on in, Fred. Drink?'
'Sure,' he said, following her into the living room. His cock was throbbing painfully now. He readjusted it so that the huge head and about two inches of the shaft poked out above the top of his suit.
Louise saw it when she handed him his drink, and her eyes grew wide in delight. 'My God… is that all you?'
'Just like that's all you,' he said, reaching out and combing his fingers through the thick mat of dark pubic fur that covered her cunt.
Louise smiled. 'Where's your wife?'
'Out on the beach looking for some cock. Where's your husband?'
'Out on the beach,' Louise said, 'looking for some pussy.'
'Hot damn,' Fred chortled, 'this is gonna be some fucking weekend!'
'The bedroom's this way,' Louise breathed, hooking a thumb in the top of his trunks beside his cock and pulling him along behind her.
