Creamy Mother and Daughter

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When we first started this, I tried to play with her tiny pussy and asshole, but she stopped me. “Please don’t sweety. This is for you, not for me.”

“Sorry, it’s just… I’d like both of us to orgasm at the same time,” I said facing the ceiling while stroking her thin calves.

She paused to form her words, “Think of this as my form of masturbation. Some people like to build up an orgasm for minutes or even hours.” She explained this to me while lightly kissing my cock. “I like to build up orgasm for days. I like to save it up for the weekend so you and Clarissa could launch me into space.” Turning to look at me she said, “I know it’s kind of weird but…”

“It’s okay,” I said smiling and massaging my face with her little feet, savoring the sensation like a cat. “Christina, as I’ve said before, you and your daughter will never have to apologize for your sexuality.”

No more words were necessary. Christina smiled, wrapped her arms around my left thigh hugged me and kissed my semi rigid penis back to full rigid.

Her daughter, Clarissa on the other hand was a wild and savvy little girl. A wildness that showed in her appetite for not just sex, but pornography. I unleashed her by saying she could use my workstation any time I’m off work. Her video choices were so vast that she had to create her own account just to keep track of them all.

After she finished her day at school and her studies at home, several times a week I could find her frantically masturbating at my workstation. Watching videos of all kinds, even genres I never knew existed. I would erect instantly anytime I walked into the living room to see and hear her frantically rubbing her searing, wet genitals. Underneath her was always a large puddle of her vaginal milk and next to her a pile of soaked towels. Teasing myself, I watched unobtrusively, until she noticed me.

Because once she did, she sucked me in harder than her milkmaid’s hand. “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” she would say rushing me to her and stripping me from the waist down. Sitting me down on a soaking towel, she would jump on my lap and have her way with me. With her petite body on my lap, she straddled my cock showing me new videos she discovered.

“Hey, check these out,” she said bouncing with excitement on my lap. “They get these girls to wrestle in bikinis and then the winner fucks the loser. How cool is that?”

With one hand, she rubbed her clitoris and the other squeezed on the shaft of my cock. She did not use her squeezing hand to get me off necessarily, it was more of barometer as to how intense she was feeling. The hotter she got the harder she squeezed. When I formed any amount of precum, she took it on her finger and opened mouth, dripped it onto her tongue like honey. Clarissa’s free flowing pussy would soak my scrotum. While we watched her choice of videos we would comment back and forth on the things we liked. Laughed at things we though were funny. And at times we discussed non-sequitur topics.

She had no limits. Over time we’d gotten to know each other very well at my workstation and she was always a constant surprise. Some of her favorites were sex machines, which she hinted several times at wishing she had one. And she loved transsexuals. The idea of a woman with a penis, a large penis always drove her over the edge.

On my lap, she would live out her transsexual fantasies. She scooped handfuls of her cream to soak and stroke my throbbing cock. I could never differentiate if she wished I were a transsexual or if she thought of my cock as part of her body. My hands would roam her petite smooth body enjoying her tight size. When she leaned back against me, my chin would rest on top of her head. Smelling and kissing her hair, I would pinch the tiny brown nipples on her barely existent breasts, sending shudders through both of our bodies. With both hands barely around my penis, she stroked up and down mimicking the girls on screen wishing my cock were hers. In a total loss of sexual control, she couldn’t help but rub her little pencil eraser sized clitoris against my penis. Someday, this girl will blow my genitals off. As soon as she reached her limit she deeply mounted me and then changed the video to a girl getting fucked by a transsexual. She placed her feet on my knees and savagely bounced up and down. Don’t get us wrong, it’s not that we do not enjoy her milkmaid hand technique, but sometimes, it’s just about getting off quickly. It was fun to watch her choice in videos as she humped herself away on my lap. As we had done many times before, we orgasmed together making a creamy mess of each other.

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