soft Breath

My paw quietly rapped on the wooden door as I entered her bedroom. I could see her little body curled into the elephantine teddy bear her dad got her for Christmas Day. Her chest, covered in the thin cotton

material from her gown, gently rose with every breath. Her blonde hair's-breadth spilled out on the pillow behind her fountainhead. I crossed her room and sat on the side of her bed, resting one deal on her hip ; My

breather hitched when I realized she wasn't wearing any underclothes. I shook her awake, and she turned to me with her big dark-brown center.

"Hey mom,"Emma said, vox raspy,"What sentence is it ?"

My eye flicked down to my vigil. I could barely stand removing my gaze from adorable nerve ; it was round with baby fat, little lentigo dotted her tan tegument. Emma's friend Mackenzie River had a pool and

since it was spring break, the two spent near days outside. I had to replenish our sunscreen stock three metre because of those two, but at to the lowest degree I won't pay any hospital bills.

I smiled and replied,"Oh, a piffling after ten. My boss hates me ; had me stay an special two hours, even though she knows it takes an 60 minutes to push home."I huffed and tilted my head back,"I was

surprised when your dad said you were up here, though. Feels like you haven't been home in forever."

Emma laughed and adjusted her position on the bed so her legs were pointing forward and slightly open. One of her bare thighs brushed my hand, and I held my breath. Her hide was so liquid, so

tangible. I hated myself for even thinking that.

It suddenly felt hot in the room, and I became much too aware of my physical structure.

Emma started talking and I was pulled back to world,"I had plan for tonight, but I cancelled them. I went swimming, then hiking, like, totally uphill Saturday, then Ava Duvey had that company two nights

ago, you know ? So I'm still totally whipped after that,"she ran a crudely down hand over her second joint, massaging the airfoil. The nail polish was cracked and old, but the bright pink still made her tan

thighs look perfectly golden. I wanted to touch her. I was disgusted with myself, but at the Lapp clock time knew there was no denying it.

"I don't know,"Emma continued,"My eubstance is just completely busted."

Her embrown middle blinked at me, and I was too occupy picturing her naked body to reply. Her eighteenth birthday had just passed, but I'd secretly wanted to fuck her since she was xiv. When

she was immature she took dance lesson, and her organic structure was so tight. I remember her tight little ass jiggling as she bounced around the degree at her final stage recital. Her body only covered by a slim down while

of black cloth that was gauzy whenever she passed directly under a light. It was only noticeable if you knew what to look for, but when I scanned the crowd after a particularly titillating move

under a bright light, there were plenty of conspicuous crotch-adjusting men I saw. It made me wet just thinking about it.

My impertinence were hot, but they didn't compare to the warmth I was feeling down below. I was starting to throb as I stared at my daugher, her body on full video display, begging me to touch it.

"I-I could give you a massage ?"I prayed she didn't here the whirl in my voice, as I reached forward, perhaps a bit too eager.

She just smiled and nodded, apparently oblivious to my turmoil,"It's mostly my legs, though, so I don't know if I really need to, like, turn over or anything."

I shook my head,"Just close your eyes, I'll take care of you."

She lay insipid on the bed with her weaponry by her side and closed her centre, just as she was told. The smile on her lips didn't fade and neither did mine. I reached over to her dresser and grabbed a bottle of

lotion. I pumped the moth-eaten liquid directly onto her brown skin, and my pussy jumped when she let out a little moan. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was now making a small ‘ o'instead of a

bright smile.

"You ok, baby ?"I said with a small giggle, before pushing my knuckles directly into the incline of her left field second joint, just to get a chemical reaction. I wanted to toy with her and see how far she was uncoerced to go. I

licked my sass when she groaned again ; her nipples started to poke through her night-robe. Fuck, I wanted to savour her, lick her, and make her cum, but I needed to be patient.

My hands worked their way mellow and suddenly Emma's rosehip rocked forward, following a rather loud groan. I wondered if Greg could hear us.

I didn't understand her thrust sent my index finger fingerbreadth into her snatch. Her glistening lips parted, letting my finger slipperiness in ; I could experience how wet she was. I wondered if it was because of how I was touching her or if it

was just hormones -- eighteen-year-old lady friend are always soaking wet, so it was hard to differentiate. I reluctantly pulled away after a few moments.

"Sorry,"she licked her lips, eyes still closed,"I just wasn't expecting that."

I laughed awkwardly and squeezed her thigh, trying to guess of a way to get my fingerbreadth back into her puss. My hand rubbed circles into her muscles ; every prison term I dipped closer and closer towards her

privates. I could palpate the passion rising from her double-dyed hillock, but any assurance I had before disappeared inside of me. The wall of my sex still pounded for a taste sensation of my daughter's sweetness juice, but

nasal twang of guilt trip kept me from acting on it.

I pulled my hand back from near her twat and kept massaging her ; niggling whimper teased me as I worked out her mi. I just wanted to make her feel just.

But I also needed release.

As I prodded Emma, I tried covertly twisting my privates to somehow get off. My coxa slowly solid ground into the side of the bed as I struggled to not disturb my girl. My efforts were ineffectual though ; I

couldn't signature my clitoris, so I couldn't cum.

"Mom ?"Emma croaked after about fifteen minute of arc. I lifted my men and waited for a reaction."I know it's late, but could you help me take a bathroom ? I might not be able to walk down the hall."

I tried not to remain tranquilize as I thought about her delicate torso, wet and warm in the bathtub. soap running down her tummy as she rubs her nipples. At first off, I imagine, she washes her boob

normally, but when she grazes over the sensible area, they rise to care. She starts t nip them, sending little shocks to her clitoris. nooky.

"Mom ?"She breaks me out of my sex haze.

I stammer for a moment before replying,"Sure, I'll go start the tub then avail you walk over there."

***

Once the water supply was the perfect temperature, I returned to Emma's room to facilitate her up. She wasn't kidding when she said she might not be able to walk ; she could barely fend. Her legs were

sum jelly. I wrapped my arm around her waistline and guided her to the lav, sitting her pile on the toilet lid. I stood back as she peeled off her thin nightdress and restrain my eyes fixed on her. Her

nipples were hard as baseball diamond. About half the size of a pencil eraser and a deep brown, they complimented her in effect sized bureau well. She was so beautiful, I wanted to lash out her right there ; stool

her cum so hard she'd thank me after. But I stayed still, watching her.

She was always complaining about how"humongous"her dummy were. I'll admit they were a bit big for her 5'4"anatomy, but they hang at just the right wing angle and looked stunning. I thought of my own

boob ; they weren't as perky as hers, I had two kids anyway. They were around the Lapp size, however, maybe a cup braggy. We shared similar shaped nipples, too, but mine are a bit pinker.

My eyes trailed down to Emma's crotch. Her leg were closed, so I could only see her pubic mound. She wasn't shaved, but it was trimmed neatly. The dark Brown hairsbreadth curled delicately, begging to

be touched.

"Oh, um, you can go, mom,"her finger went to embrace her crotch and my face felt like flaming. I turned around and closed the door behind me without saying a intelligence. I was so embarrassed ; I couldn't think

straight, but my pussy was still hornily chugging away.

I needed to cum, so I charged out into the life elbow room where Greg was watching TV. His back was to me, and I was about to practically spring him when I decided to shift out of my study clothes

first. I mean, I could accept fucked him in boring berth apparel, but I'd rather give my man a blunder without even touching him. I raced back to my room to get ready.

***

I waltzed out into the living room, my arrival accompanied by the sound of war coming from the TV. Who knows what he was watching, some old seventies film it looked like. Ugh, I hoped he wasn't

on one of his nostalgia kicks. Those were 24-hour interval, sometimes weeks, where he'd"reminisce"over old movies and albums no one really cared about.

His eye were still glued to the flatscreen when I plopped down into his lap, back against him. The dark textile from my intimate apparel barely covering my ass. Had he been able to get a front view of me,

he'd be able to see the hatful amounts of segmentation spilling out of the black lace as well.

My cunt purred in enjoyment as I ground my pelvic girdle into his lap. I only had clip for a quick,"hey love,"before his tool stood at full aid. He just groaned in response. With a laugh I leaned back

and laid into his blazonry. His binding was warm against my physical structure and if I moved just an inch to the rightfield, the point of his hammer would exercise right into my clit.

"How was your day ?"My thumb trailed over his arm where he held me ; I moved my head to look at him as well as I could. We hadn't gotten a chance to really peach yet ; when I got home he was in his

office finishing up some work.

He smiled, but I could differentiate he was struggling. His peter still strained against my leg ; I turned around in his lap, so my tits were in his face.

"It wasn't too bad, or at least, I don't think I'll give screwing in a minute."Greg laughed and grabbed my hip joint, pulling me down onto his dick. He swirled me in a circle and my aching clit rubbed against his

jeans.

lust took control. I turned my headland to look directly into his eyes and moaned,"fuck me."

That was all he needed.

"God, I love you,"he grunted as he picked me off of him and set me on the sofa, legs splayed. My bare pussy dripped in anticipation and a trail of cum tickled my pissed motherfucker. I was about to mow

when Greg pushed his face into my sex. He licked it from asshole to as close as he could get to my clit without touching it. He dipped his lingua inside of me to tease me and I couldn't control the

stochasticity I was making. I was being too loud, but I didn't care. His natural language swirled over my rim and licked up my juices. Slowly he worked his way to my sweet spot. He pressed his tongue firmly on my

clitoris and my back shot up. I couldn't breath and was starting to sway. I just drive it out, it was all just a function of the fun.

He started to laugh into my twat, but it came out Sir Thomas More as a croaky groan. It vibrated the lips of my vagina, and I cooed.

He flicked his eyes to me, staring me down. He sprang up -- a predatory flicker about him ; he was going to pound me with no remorse. I almost came in inflammation. All at once I felt him shove his curved

shaft inside of me ; he pinned down my arms behind my back and left my knocker on full display. He bent down and breastfeed my impart mammilla into his mouth. He flicked his glossa over the nub, while

drilling my pussy, then rolled it gently between his teeth.

I bounced my hips into his oncoming drive ; he wasted no meter, attacking my pussy repeatedly. It felt so good. I wished he'd grabbed my pharynx and held me down.

"Oh fuck, Greg. Your cock is so big, you're gon na make me cum,"I squealed in between jab ; I could barely choke out the Word. But I knew my man liked me to stroke his ego, among other

things.

He lifted his head teacher and closed his heart, still pumping my juicy pussycat,"Fuuuuck,"he moaned. I closed my caput and leaned back, continuing to match his thrusts with my own. I lifted my hands to my

nipples and squeezed them. electrical shock ran down to my pussy as I continued to tug on them. I was getting so close to cumming, I couldn't take it. I whimpered and moaned as he pummeled me.

Then he tensed up and didn't breathe. I thought he was going to cum, but after a few seconds of aught I opened my optic to look at him. His eyes were wide-cut and staring at something in front of him. I

flipped my entire body over to look, his gumshoe falling out of me in the outgrowth. Emma and I locked eye ; she was standing at the bottom of the stairs in zero but a towel. I didn't know what to do, so I

just froze.

And I stayed stock-still even when Greg grabbed me from behind, doggystyle, and shoved his stopcock back inside me. The dam in my pussy broke as I came harder than ever before. My eyes were still

trained on Emma, but her regard had shifted above me. I shook with pleasure as I pictured my husband pounding me while he locked eyes with his baby girl.

"Oh fuck me, don't period,"I moaned.

Emma gasped, but didn't take care away or run off. She just flicked her centre back to me as I was being fucked. Greg gargled out a few falderol Word as his cock tensed up inside me. Within seconds

he pumped incumbrance after warhead of hot cum into my cunt. All three of us were understood for a few here and now after his orgasm subsided. He sat back, and I could feel the sperm leaking out of me as his fellow member

left, making me find slightly empty .