1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior


    Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Incest, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

    Miss Coel, what'll it be.” She mumbled, face red. “What was that?” “Illfukmadotter.” “A little slower.” She took a deep breath, glancing at her daughter nursing at her tit. “I'll fuck my daughter.” “You heard her, slave.” “Eat my pussy, mommy,” Chyna purred, stretching out on the floor. “Let's give Master the best mother-daughter lezzie show!” “God, forgive me.” Miss Coel knelt down. Her hand trembled as she placed it on her daughter's side. Chyna smiled, and grabbed the hand and placed it on her heavy tit. “Feel how soft and wonderful I am.” Miss Coel squeezed her daughter's melon. “They do feel nice.” She looked her daughter in the eyes. “I can't believe I'm doing this.” Chyna caressed her mother's cheek. “I love you, Mom, and I'm glad I can share this moment with you and Master.” Kyle couldn't take his eyes away as Miss Coel enveloped her daughter's nipple in her sucking mouth. His sex slave moaned, eyes fluttering. He rested his hand on Aaliyah's sucking mouth, absently stroking her as his wife bobbed her head. “Oh, Mom!” gasped Chyna. “Your mouth! Holy shit!” “Wait until you feel my lips on your pussy,” Miss Coel blushed; she seemed surprised by her boldness. Kyle wondered if she had lusted after her daughter in secret. The mother rubbed her cheeks through her daughter's cleavage, sandwiched between those spectacular mountains, before she kissed her way to the other peak's summit. Chyna writhed as her mother nipped and sucked at her turgid, dark nipples. Miss Coel ...
    worshiped her daughter's tit, pink tongue swirling dusky flesh. Then the mother kissed lower. Kyle's breath caught along with Chyna as Miss Coel kissed her way down her daughter's taut body. He wanted to witness a mother violate the bond with her daughter and eat her pussy out, and Chyna seemed to want that bond sullied. “Lower, Mom! Eat me out! My pussy's on fire! I need to cum so bad!” Miss Coel smiled up her daughter's heaving body, then nuzzled her neatly-trimmed pubic hair. “You smell wonderful,” she breathed. The air was full of the women's passions: Aaliyah's spice, Chyna's tart, and a second tart scent, a little stronger, a little more mature, but still as wonderful to inhale. Her lips moved lower, spreading her daughter's thighs. Kyle and Chyna both erupted in passion as Miss Coel's pink tongue slid through Chyna's pink flesh. Aaliyah swallowed his loads, moaning her delight. Chyna heaved on the floor, screaming Kyle's name and squeezing her massive tits. Miss Coel kept licking; Aaliyah kept sucking. “Oh, Mom! Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! Your tongue is...ohmygod! Keep doing that!” Kyle never grew soft. Between the incestuous scene and Aaliyah's wonderful mouth, he stayed as erect as a flagpole. Chyna kept cumming on her mom's mouth. She bucked, writhed, wiggled, and shook, and the whole time those big tits jiggled and swayed and bounced. “You taste wonderful,” purred Miss Coel, her tongue only lightly lapping at her daughter's cunt. Chyna's orgasms faded as her mother ...
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