Cathy pointed her tongue this time and used it to slide up from the labia to the clit. She stayed in place, massaging her mother's clit with the tip of her tongue. Her mother lifted her legs and put her feet on the edge of the bed, pushing herself toward Cathy. She cried out, a short exclamation of pleasure, and dropped her trembling legs over Cathy's shoulders.
Cathy held onto her mother's legs and continued licking and sucking her clit. She tasted so good, and Cathy could only hope she tasted this good as well. Her mother began bucking against Cathy's mouth, pulling at her hair, and crying out loudly. "Oh, Cathy! Good, you're good!" Cathy could feel her mother's pussy contracting against her tongue when she came, and when she allowed her mother to push her head away she could see the labia quivering.
Cathy sat back on her haunches, hands resting on her denim clad legs, and looked at her mom as she recovered from her climax. She was a very good looking woman. Nearly 40 and she still looked hot.
"I think it's your turn, little missy," Sally Burton said as she sat up. "After what you just did, I want to do you right."
"No," Sally said, smiling. "Later, after my shower. I just want to absorb what I just did before moving on from here."
Sally studied Cathy's face, seeing a much more deliberate girl that people gave her credit for. Cathy would take it slow.
"You take your time, dear." She stood and retrieved her robe but didn't put it on. "I definitely agree with your father. You have a very talented mouth."
After kissing her daughter on the top of her head, Sally Burton left the room.
Cathy licked her lips and wiped at the moisture on her cheeks with the back of her hand, licking that, too. Her mother was right. Giving someone pleasure was fun. It made her feel good even if they didn't return the favor. Giving her mother pleasure was even better, and Cathy could see how a person could get into this life. They did it because they loved one another.
And, of course, they also did it because they were a bunch of horny bastards.
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Emily Porter finished her work in her home office and closed up shop for the day. Nobody would be home from work for several hours, and she was at loose ends. It was strange how having open time used to be seen as time to try out a new recipe or read a book. After taking up with Patty, open time had become time for sex in one form or another. When bored, she got horny. When horny, she did something about it.
She was on her way to her bedroom for a session with oiled implements when she thought of a better plan. There was a video on Elaine's computer that she wanted to see more of. Deciding that there was no time like the present, she went into her daughter's bedroom and turned her computer on. When everything was loaded, she opened up the "My Documents" folder. Nothing. No video.
Had she erased it? Emily hadn't told her to do so, but she had certainly implied that it was a good idea. Maybe she had gotten rid of it. But a flash card was still in its slot, so Emily opened the "removable disk" folder. There it was. Now she had several videos to check out.
She loaded them all into the media player and sat back on Elaine's desk chair.
First was a brief video of her and Patty in the living room. Emily's mouth dropped open, and her heart began to hammer in her chest. The little sneak knew about them! She knew! The next video was even more shocking. She was screwing Patty Trent with the strap-on dildo! The video was a full twenty minutes long and it showed her fucking her neighbor with the dildo from the front and back, and then going down on her.
Emily felt sick. Her daughter knew about her lesbian affair. My God!
She skipped ahead to the next video. That was the one she'd been looking for. She and her husband, Robert, were fucking energetically on the old couch in the basement. That was the video she'd expected to find, not those others, but she wasn't really paying attention now.
Her sneaky daughter had caught them in the living room and recorded it. And then she'd caught them again at Patty's house and got a much better video. That little sneak.
But, no, that couldn't be. The day she'd caught them in the living room she had been let out of school early due to a fire in the kitchen. The strap-on video would have been taken the next day. Elaine was in school then. The school was very good about calling a parent if a child didn't show up in the morning or asked for a pass to leave early. But if Elaine was in school, that meant Danny had shot the second video.
Emily felt as though she was going to cry. Her son was watching her have sex with another woman. It hadn't seemed like anything bad to begin with, but he had made it feel perverse. In some way, the fact that Danny knew was worse than Elaine knowing.
Emily wondered now if that video was the one Danny had been watching when she caught a glimpse of him jerking off. For one moment, Emily was pleased by that notion. But that attitude didn't last. The kids knew. She hadn't dared go to Robert about it, knowing how hurt he'd be if he felt she'd cheated on him. But it wasn't cheating, was it? She didn't know, and telling herself that fucking another woman wasn't cheating because she wasn't fucking a man suddenly seemed like a lame excuse now that she knew her children had been watching. Everything changed with that knowledge.
She was about to turn the computer off and leave the room when she thought of the last video on the flash card. She clicked on that file with great trepidation, wondering what they had caught her at for this video.
The video showed her daughter, Elaine, lying on her back trying to fit Big Wally into her pussy. It was a dildo of very exaggerated proportions, and she obviously couldn't get it into herself. Elaine cried out in pain and Emily was shocked to see Danny rush into the room, expressing concern for his sister's safety. Danny was in his boxer shorts and obviously aroused, and Elaine was making no move to cover herself from his leering eyes. Then Emily watched in horrified fascination as Danny dropped his shorts to release his large hard-on and her children masturbated together. When Danny came, it was on his sister's breast, and that warm contact seemed to be the last input Elaine needed to achieve her own orgasm.