throat.
Rolling over on top of her, I squashed her breasts with my mature tits. It was an erotic act in which only two females could engage, and it was wonderful. Since Ann and I had broken up I'd forgotten just how satisfying the body of someone of my own sex could be.
Down below, our cunts lathered from the rubbing of our thighs. The pleasure was uniform and constant because one woman instinctively knows just exactly where to touch another woman.
By the time we had broken the kiss for air, I was the one who was, the aggressor. Giving up to parental authority, Gwen was now willing to let me call the shots. Only my imagination and middleclass inhibitions stood in the way of perfect love-making, and my lust was doing its best to make certain they were not negative factors.
Just like anybody in their right mind, I began to explore Gwen's mouth-watering charms the way a military strategist pours over a map of contested terrain. Each new part of her nubile anatomy was more delectable than the last.
Sliding my tongue from her face, I lapped just about every square inch of her vibrantly pink flesh from her neck on down to her waist. Her firm, young body was a smorgasbord of carnal delights.
Her blossoming tits were like delicate blossoms of firm flesh. Her nipples like petals of an incredibly sturdy flower. Her navel a miniature pit of tongue-tingling sweetness.
Then I moved down to her waist and it was so slim. I explored its svelte diameter remembering when I was her age. How lonely I was – how unsure of myself. I was convinced I was gawky and unattractive. If only someone had let me know that I was on the verge of becoming a woman, maybe I wouldn't be so neurotic today.
I think about what it would have been like if my mother had stopped keeping house and yelling at me long enough to make love to me the way I am doing to my daughter.
When my Gwen moaned, 'Eat my cunt, Mom,' it seemed to me in my fantasy as though it was I saying it to my mother.
I did what I wish my mother had done to me. I stuck my tongue into the gushing crack and began to lovingly taste my daughter's sweet cunt.
It was fantastic. We couldn't have been closer. Isn't this the way God intended mother and daughter to be?
'Sixty-nine, Mom,' Gwen urged. 'Eat my cunt while I eat yours.'
It was the perfect suggestion. My pussy was blazing, and a tongue inside it sounded like a wonderful idea.
Slipping into position, I closed my thighs around my daughter's face. At least she had the pleasure of tasting her mother's twat. To this day, I can't even remember what my own mother's looked like.
We went down on each other then. Deeper and deeper we orally probed. The female juice gushed without restraint. Mother and daughter… sucking cunt.
I was coming so hard my body was shaking.
And, to my extreme satisfaction, the same thing was happening to Gwen. Especially when my tongue strayed from her snatch and licked her spotless asshole as well.
She sampled anus too, of course. Maybe it was older and showed more signs of use than hers, but it was just as sensitive.
We were rolling all over the grass, orgasming as though our locked bodies were a single entity. Our moans filled the balmy summer air. We were a study in the glory of nature.
This was perfection. Then, wise beyond her years, my daughter improved on perfection.
She got off me. Then, while I lay on the grass with my legs spread, Gwen slipped her slim trunk down between my thighs. She was facing me in the same position that a man would use to fuck me.
I got the idea immediately. 'Fuck me!' I cried. 'Fuck me with your cunt!'
Instantly I could feel the scalding wetness of her spongy little pussy pressing against my larger one. She began rubbing her hard crotch against mine. Our shared climax was unbearably wonderful.
With our pussy lips and clits intermingling as one, our oozing discharges mixed. There was a mutual friction that felt as exciting to me as any cock that had ever fucked me.
My daughter. Fantastic!
Our hands reached out to each other's tits. We stimulated our erect nipples while our twats ground into one another.
'Wrap your legs around me, Mom!' Gwen gasped.
My ankles locked around her shoulders, as we pumped at each other even more furiously. The feeling was so intense that I felt as though her clitoris was actually penetrating me.
I was already on an orgasmic plane of unparalleled elevation. However, after a couple of minutes of trading and sharing mother-daughter pelvic thrusts, I felt as though I had been launched into outer space. I felt like I was discharging quarts of pussy juice and being drenched by similar amounts of the scalding contents of Gwen's over- active cunt.
'My God!' I screamed. 'I'm in orbit!'
'Welcome aboard,' my canny daughter replied as our bodies locked even tighter. We seemed welded together in a journey into sexual infinity.
Later, as we lay on the grass together listening to the birds sing, Gwen gently stroked my tits, while I placed a hand in her warm, moist teenage cunt. It was the most tender moment I had ever shared with anyone.
'I love you, Mom,' whispered Gwen.
For the first time in my life I felt I understood what being a mother was all about.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My sexual experiences with my kids gave me a whole new perspective into the joys of family life. Even though their father and I were like strangers, our marriage a wreck, I had a new reason to hang on. Don's hostility didn't bother me as long as I was getting such spectacular fulfillment from Gwen and Ted.
Did the three of us make it together?
Of course we did.
I know you want to hear about it, so I'll give you a typical example. Believe me, you'll enjoy it.
I was lying in bed about nine in the morning, enjoying the warm glow of the sun flooding through the bedroom window, I pulled off the covers so the warm glow could bathe my naked body.
My hand dropped to my cunt and I began fingering myself, making myself horny for what I knew was to come. We had been doing it every day now – making love, just the three of us.
My fingers plunged deeper and deeper into my twat, and I practiced tightening the muscles down there. Both Ted and Gwen appreciated a tight cunt between their mother's legs.
Then I heard them stirring. I heard them making breakfast – filling their hungry stomachs and fixing something to serve me in bed. It was a loving ritual we went through every day.
Then their bright faces appeared at my bedroom door, Gwen holding a tray of goodies for me to eat.
But, of course, the real goodies were their naked bodies. Ted's cock and Gwen's tits and her cunt. You could be sure that I'd eat them before the morning was over.
While I wolfed down the toast and jam, the kids took the open jar of jam and began smearing it all over my naked loins. By the time I had finished my breakfast, my crotch was sticky and crimson with strawberry preserves.
'You kids have enough to eat this morning?' I slyly asked.
'No.' They both giggled. 'We're still hungry.'
'Want some strawberry jam?'
'There's no more toast.'
'Are you going to let that stop you?' I chuckled, opening my legs as far as they would go and thrusting my goopy crotch in their faces.
They never tired of this game and their faces beamed. Their mother knows what her kids like.
