"Mmmmmm, that's what I've been waiting for. Your cunt against mine," Beth panted. "Now, fuck me, Mother. Really fuck me."
When Diane rolled her hips, the lips of her pussy caught the petals of her daughter's twat and tugged them from thigh to thigh. Beth responded just like she had a cock inside her, wrapping her legs around her lover's waist.
Mother and daughter quickly discovered that the key to lesbian fucking was the clit. When their clits met, the impact was breathtaking.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Beth chanted. "Fuck me with your hot twat!"
Diane drove her crotch borne between her daughter's thighs again and again. She was thrusting just like a man, drawing gasps from her lover with every surge.
The bedsprings squealed from the fiery action. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air. Mother and daughter fucked harder and harder.
"Are you coming yet?" Diane asked her writhing daughter.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Beth shrieked. "What about you?"
"Almost," Diane answered. "I'm almost there. I can feel it growing in the pit of my cunt."
"Let's switch places," Beth breathlessly suggested. "When I'm on top, your pussy will explode."
Mother and daughter rolled over. Now it was Beth on top, driving her cunt into Diane's crotch, fucking her mother.
In a blinding flash, Diane's senses were shattered. Her climax had just gone off like a bomb.
"Mother, are you all right?" Beth asked when Diane screamed.
"Oh, God, it's wonderful!" Diane yelled. "I've never come like this! Don't stop fucking me, Beth. I don't ever want to stop coming!"
Beth's hips pistoned with erotic power. When her cunt surged forward, her mother's ass jumped from the impact of clit against clit.
After several minutes of steady fucking, mother and daughter rolled over again, reversing positions. Once more, Diane was on top, pounding away between her incestuous lover's spread legs.
Gradually, the lovers cooled down. As the fucking finally ground to a halt, Diane flopped to Beth's side and curled up against her daughter's body.
"It's never been like that before," Diane whispered in Beth's ear.
"I know," Beth replied. "No cock ever made me come so hard."
"I'm sorry it's over," Diane sighed.
"It doesn't have to be, you know," Beth chuckled, stroking her mother's tits with lazy fingertips. "It's not like either of us had to worry about a soft cock."
"I see what you mean," Diane grinned as she pressed her hand against her daughter's cunt. "Your pussy is on fire."
Beth's hand quickly stroked Diane's twat. A finger poked inside the moist gash, testing the juice within.
"So's yours," Beth gasped from the heat in her mother's cunt. "Your pussy's screaming for a fuck."
"Then let's do it again," Diane bleated. When Diane mounted her daughter once more, she felt even stronger than when she had fucked Beth the first time. She had an urge to top herself. Do something unforgettable.
"Do you like it rough?" Diane asked.
"Yes, yes!" Beth rasped, ready to agree to anything if her mother would only fuck her again.
Diane's eyes darted around the room, looking for something special.
An empty Coke bottle sat on the nightstand. Without hesitation, Diane reached for it.
"Perfect," Diane murmured as she grabbed the stubby bottle and the jar of cold cream next to it.
Quickly, Diane was greasing the Coke bottle with the cold cream. Watching with round eyes, her daughter reached the logical conclusion.
"You're going to fuck me with that, aren't you?" Beth asked, her voice quavering.
"Correction. We're going to fuck each other with it," Diane replied, holding up the slippery bottle to admire her handiwork. "As you can see, it has two ends. One for me and one for you."
Beth shivered just from the thought of it.
"It's sick," she said, but her voice was no longer shaking.
"I suppose you want the fat end in your cunt," Diane chuckled slyly.
"I haven't said I'd do it," Beth protested, but she was smiling nonetheless.
"Uh-huh," Diane clucked, slipping the Coke bottle between her daughter's thighs.
At first, Diane just rubbed the bottle's greasy neck against the lips of Beth's pussy. Then, gradually, she began to work it inside her creamy teenage cunt.
"I thought you were giving me the fat end," Beth moaned, jiggling her hips.
"I thought you hadn't made up your mind," Diane laughed.
"I thought you were going to fuck me until it hurts," Beth purred.
"I am!"
All of a sudden, the bottle was turned around in Beth's cunt. Now the wide end was surging within her, stretching the walls of her pussy farther than they'd ever had to expand for even the biggest cock.
"Fuck me!" Beth screamed. "Give it to me as hard as you can!"
"Hold your horses," Diane chuckled. "You're not the only one on this bed with a hot cunt. And, like I said, they make these bottles with two ends."
Diane leaned back to survey the scene. The neck of the Coke bottle was sticking out of her daughter's pussy like a glass prick.
Sitting, Diane extended her legs astride Beth's reclining torso. Slipping her hands into the well of her crotch, Diane pulled apart the lips of her cunt as she carefully inched her ass forward.
Now, the tip of the bottle was flirting with the open gash of Diane's twat. All she had tot do was edge her crotch forward just a bit… coax the bottleneck between her pussy-lips… bear down.
"Ahhhh, that's it," Diane moaned to her daughter. "It's inside my cunt now. Time for the last adjustment and then we fuck."
With a sharp thrust of her crotch, Diane jammed her end of the Coke bottle up her twat. When she came to rest, her pussy was flush against Beth's. The makeshift cock of glass connecting mother and daughter was buried – half in Diane's cunt, half in Beth's.
"Move your ass," Diane told Beth as she began grinding her hips.
"Will I!" Beth cried from beneath her mother. Her teenage hips started working. Her trim little ass started to shake.
The greasy Coke bottle started to do its thing. The real thing!
"Oh, yeah!" Diane huskily gasped. "This is fucking!"
"If it's not, we've discovered something better!" Beth whooped.
They fucked. The only sounds in the house were the orgasmic cries of mother and daughter, squeaking bedsprings, and the squishing of wet cunts.
Somewhere in the night, Tom Devlin was on his way with his suitcase to a motel. In a moment of male vanity, he imagined that his wife would fall apart without him. Diane was probably crying her eyes out right now because he was gone.
Tom Devlin was very wrong. The last thing on Diane's mind was her husband. As she and her daughter fucked into the night, Diane knew only the greatest joy. Her marriage wasn't merely over, it was totally forgotten.
CHAPTER SIX
Without Tom around to cramp their style, Diane and Beth dropped all of the barriers that usually exist between a mother and her daughter. Their relationship was completely open. When something good happened, it was shared.
This involved boys. For although Diane and Beth were devoted to each other's pussies, they could not resist a little outside action.
Buddy Hall was a case in point.
"He's only the sexiest guy at Madison High," Beth excitedly told her mother one day after school. "He just moved here two weeks ago and all the girls are crazy about him."
"Including you?" Diane chuckled.
"You better believe it!" Beth gushed. "I'll tell you how gone I am on this dude. See, I know this guy in the same gym class as he is, and I had him check Buddy out where it really counts."
"Yes?" Diane said, her anticipation rising.